Short Exulted Poems

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Rhapsodic impulses of skin suffused
Exulted passions rendering, disused 

Intensely emotional of flushed amor 
A mere filament lisp of a lustful gore

Susurration; within my own sad soul
Mellifluous lullabies 'till I, rest whole
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we met a friend today
who triumphantly exulted
his profound void experience 
as he correlated it with scriptures 
jubilant on his remarkable breakthrough 
we did not have the heart to tell him
he had but scratched the surface
and that ego death awaited...

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Maître peintre of exulted hallelujahs 
   skywriting's vastly delusional vapors,
whitewashed of stained looking-glass 
     flourished in atmospherical cloudbursts,
beyond hallucinations' unearthly enlightenment
   dreamt 'pon released chimerical technicolor



(Maître peintre - master painter)...

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Does the low processing power of our brain,
which fragments rather than cognising the whole,
impose upon consciousness a needless strain,
because we’ve assigned mind a prominent role,
though it can feel not pitter-patter of rain
and most certainly not, the light of our soul?
Choose your weapon, exulted God from heaven;
the wise invoke grace through our chakras seven....

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I turn away
I look away
I stay as far away as stars
away the fruit.

He looked for you
my friend; oh jay
I heard the song, the mocking loud
so near he walks.

I sat so still
I held my breath,
or else he finds my gleaming eye
away my friend.

Leave the temple, face the haunted
dust beneath my feet exulted.
I walk the lonely Earth away
I'm cursed to sense and hear the jay....

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I use to stand under a certain tree
And wait
For the hills to perfume their body
And wait
Still for the cold delicious memory
Of night
I use to wait under a certain tree
And bright
Flight of fireflies serenades the silence
But gave my soul so little recompense
For my wait
I exulted only when you came, pure as rain
In the naked sky, you balmed my pain
Flood the gate
And myrtle rose with joy, your white silk dress
Like a soft invisible hand folded on my breast....

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I tarried for a moment...
I was tender to the sun.
Not sure I would be welcome...
I lay burdened by the one.

My loss of Faith was tragic...
Life's filter gone awry.
It seems of some importance
As I face towards the sky.

Who am I to grovel
For a life that's gone askew?
But one who stands exulted
And in Faith begins anew.

I fear not the nonexistence
Some associate with death.
The Grace of God awaits me
As I take my final breath.

           The End...

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Exulted! That I could inhale
After the breath had ceased –
The timely, saving, gasp(!)
My desperate lungs did seize
Ballooned my aching spirit
As wings that further flight
Will shower land-low eyes
With vistas wide with sight –

Delivered from the crippling chains
That held me struggling, still
My mind – benumbed – was re-engaged
And then, empowered by a vital will
Soundless as the word unspoken
I sudden started to,
As if a link had severed,
And life
Began anew!...

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