he who stands closer to the source
teaches without employing force
since he’s not in separation
therefore there’s no thought serration
in his evocative discourse
Categories:
serration, language, spiritual, words,
Form: Quintilla
Baptised in an ethereal vibration,
in as a transfiguration of my soul,
subtle tingling of body cell’s gyration,
signalled intent to make my presence feel whole,
enabled by slow motion bliss serration,
cajoling me to make this game, my life’s goal,
so as ordained, with love and light thus ingrained,
my soul presence frolics in the void unchained.
Categories:
serration, spiritual,
Form: Ottava rima
Western natons lead, womens emancipation duration
Contraception..Anti-creation wealthier relating makimg
Less, so lower fabrication false elation.' House prices
Prized possesions ownership rising 70s 80s 90s got
Into the naugtys, now deflation a dragging serration fraying
Politicans are braying, demographors are playing trying to
Be God, I see its also playing; many billions still dying.'
Starvation intesifiying as with insects as susteance some are vying?
Farm land left lying; fallow..what are they just before us lie-ing?
Italy Japan France Britian Germany Ukraine depopulation decrying
I see, so where is the growth? Is it stable other countries
Can they boast? at the very most ? Is gaslighting? And ghosting? are
Its proponents false hosting ? Claims at odds I would see in the
Glare of reality.'
Categories:
serration, appreciation, change, education,
Form: Rhyme
The Noumena
A luminous, self-existent vibration
shimmers with aliveness, across boundless space,
seen by inner sight, as a light serration,
somewhat similar to a gossamer lace,
entwining us with all of God's creation,
as stark reality falls thus into place,
moment by moment, all moments so combined,
deep knowing beyond mind, is by grace divined.
14-October-2022
Categories:
serration, spiritual,
Form: Ottava rima
Pointed fingers,
Sharpened tongues,
Now become us
But fail to cause harm.
I laugh to know that they think anything
Other than the pale serration
Of my teeth could cleave the living flesh
From your bones.
As if their bitter words could
Bite you like I do.
Categories:
serration, devotion, love, passion,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Your love is like cold butter;
I am the knife.
It will not spread
will not move
it’s hopelessly stuck.
Obviously, as a knife,
I have no need of butter.
But look! Just over there!
A hunk of bread!
I’m quite sure that bread
would go really, really well
with some butter.
It looks positively lonely,
just sitting there
on the cutting board.
Can’t you see it?
I’m one for sharing, you see,
especially when it comes
to things of which I have no want.
So please.
For the love of that baguette,
just go make nice.
I’ll even help, smooth things over.
After all, that’s what knives do.
Besides cut.
(But I’d really rather not introduce you
to the sharpness and serration.)
So:
butter, meet bread.
Bread, meet butter.
And maybe we’ll
leave the utensils out of it.
Categories:
serration, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, sociallove,
Form: Free verse
Afloat in the unknown universe,
Electronic lines entangled,
Drawn
Together we found ourselves
Fated lives reborn.
In knowing that stranger
Things will pass,
Than
This urge to catch the falling stars
Quickly as we can.
Both pairs of ankles buried
In serration, bear trap maws
Would
Deny escape to other arms
Even if we could.
Entranced, the raging surf may
Wash up our silver flesh
Upon
Nirvana's tempted shore,
The beach of silicon.
And all would make such perfect sense,
Create a future life,
Begun
A voyage where solo hearts
Converge to be as one.
Categories:
serration, computer-internet, love, passion, universe,
Form: Blank verse