Beyond every picture,
every panoramic or keyhole view,
miniature or mural,
beyond the frame of perception
or the corners of our eyes
beyond the focus, and the seeable distance
the great known fades into otherness.
There’s millions of pictures of our world
all captured through
the narrow lens of the expected,
all spied through a thousand filters of knowable;
the acceptable.
Just out of the picture, Planet X abides.
A place forever beyond our frames of reference,
an alien landscape of a greater reality,
it could be heaven; it could be hell,
it could be heaven; it could be hell,
for us now, it is Planet X;
a world that will always take on a shape
that the mind gives it.
January digs deeper into snow drifts.
Chill fingers cripple backbones,
make us walk like matchstick men.
February is just a name we give to tomorrow,
as if we could open that icebox
to see if the sun still rises over un-seeable horizons.
Time drags, then of a sudden, pushes us into snowfields
sprinkled with concrete daffodils.
Jesus Pays or You Do
Written: by Tom Wright
2/25/2013
Everyone enjoys it when another will pay,
For sin the price was tendered at the cross.
By accepting Jesus it’s exactly that way,
Rejection necessitates we pay for our dross.
At death, man’s destination isn’t left to guessing,
Or by some Church eulogy and clamoring voices;
For God sees the far side of any window dressing,
Judging our earthly tracks and lifestyle choices;
Things un-seeable to others are not concealed,
Time, is of the essence for repentance, don’t delay.
For standing before God’s throne all is revealed,
Examine your life and how you’re living each day.
The real picture will be much worse
Than any picture your imagination has painted.
Tom
Destination
Who they say life is immortal
Could they give a sign of previous?
Or they cry following others!
Without knowing hints of mysterious!
A little agree shaking heads
Thinking not to face difficulties
Why bear a headache with others?
In vain discussing rounding tongues
If there is confine some do know
Definite fate of others destined by nature
Could they show some concrete value
To believe by everyone shopping either
Destination is a trend a fixation by human
As they run in invitation by organizer
With briefcase shaking hand in haste
Completely matter of future and for others
The conclusion from the spent hours
A possible game for others for future
Believe it or not, if you follow it and think over
Can be a great deal in seeable future.
Deepak Chalise
4/19/2016.
I saw that elderly man this Sunday
He says he travels to my town everyday
In his 80s he appears feeble
His reedy bones are seeable
This old chap is thin as a stick
I find him so polite, I call him a brick
He looks like a parched tree without fruits
His body tremors and dying his roots
His grey hair looks neat and smart
But his wrinkly face looks swart
He keeps walking at a snail’s pace
Unlike us, he’s not a part of this rat race
He has no one to live for
There is no one he can die for
I don’t know where he goes everyday
I don’t know what is he searching for
Oh old man you’ve outlived your family
You now look older than the hills
You too should depart this life peacefully
You don’t deserve this agony
and desolation anymore
The Overheard talk between The Mind & the Body.
To long we’ve been apart, torn apart from the words that the lips of humans use to speak.
Inches apart, separated by a barrier of eye, nose, lips and listening holes that they call ears.
What happened to us? Weak is we have become separated from birth to live under a curse. No special techniques to make them more unique.
Livers rotting, hearts deterring, kidneys shrinking, why does the eye in the sky keep on blinking? Or are you sending a message from the un-readable passage.
How to cheer when I constantly live in gear, white substances destroying kids (cells), pills making me very ill.
It beats and beats and they don’t know why it beats they just like the way it sounds that’s why they tap they feet to the invisible beat.
The un-seeable eye is, not called the third eye it’s called. The Monad (The One Eye), keep the secrets locked for a race that don’t know how to appreciate the exordium of being alive.
When the organs die they will come face to face with (The reflection of oneself).
-The Overheard talk between The Mind & The Body.
Everyday I wake with a fear
But to shed there is no tear,
I wonder if my mind can put up with today's fight
The guards outside will dictate my fate tonight.
I shall not lose devotion
But there are times when I need explanations
You have never left me for a second or two,
Then why am I scared when I am destined to seek you ?
Then I hear my name ,
The soldiers outside transport me
Where I have to be.
The sun has come up with no seeable change,
But I can see hope
Now that I have survived another day.
Am I Invisible
The older I get
The less I get
I must not be seeable
You just walk by
As if you class is to high
I wish I had attention
The attention the little ones get
But I make you a bet that my life is sent to hell
No one seems to care that there are tears running down my face
Maybe I will leave
Will their be change
Pay attention please
If there is change
Then I shall stay
But remember what I said
I am not seeable
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