Short Parallax Poems
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Perhaps my love’s lust,
a deep desire to entwine,
inflicting a benign burn.
In the womb of space,
two feathers orbit bliss beats,
mirroring divine intent.
Death,
An awakening approach,
Destructive constant, obstructive refluence,
Refractory parallax or pantomorphic assistive,
A paper chase, paragenesis phallic worship.
Poor accused there is always parallax
he's always guilty no other syntax
for rich the law is mollis
rich are always flawless
for the poor dura lex sed lex
astoundingly precise
astonishingly perplexed
chronically infatuated
passively cynical
wholeheartedly joyous
internally melancholy
two souls in one body—
simultaneously existing
were it not for stupor
how would descent
followed by ascent
enchant our soul
likewise we celebrate
parallax of delusion
as we so conceal
God from ourself
although but a game
life yet has an aim
contrast delights
consciousness
She held out a rose, with a smile,
although I was at fault;
her gesture pure and free from guile,
her aura did exalt.
By her love infected,
parallax corrected,
her light I reflected.
In tranquil repose ~
She held out a rose
Hermit, be not lax,
correct parallax,
in meditation
as staid cessation.
Fickle thoughts confuse
and senses bemuse,
so surrender will,
that voids within fill.
Shifting to the heart,
we get a jump start,
breaking down mind’s wall,
seeing God in all.
How still is our stillness, if we as yet intuit
continuity of the sounds of silence,
within organic form with which we identify,
thus subconsciously inking wisdom imbibed,
with memory imagery and conditioned belief,
deludedly proclaiming prismatic hues as truth?
Blissful torus conjoins two hearts
Parallax of scriptures
Centre wherefrom ignition starts
Ancient theories punctures
Left side’s the physical
Right end spiritual
Entwined, field magical
When heart’s porous
Blissful torus
30-January-2022
Quietus
Parallax Past
I am alone
For sure, for now
Almost as ever was
Never again
I have me
I am field and plow
Always as it is, because
I am, again
Around once more
Parallax past
Of all, amassing
Wondering if all these years, too slow
Are after all, too fast
Trying not to lose myself
In passing
Parallax in optics:
Perceived objects vary.
Pendulums swing from your
Pivot points unique from
People who don't concur.
Perhaps your relative
Perspective is correct.
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written 4 Oct 2020
knowing all is one
why’re we not undone
attracted, repelled
name of God misspelled
ego’s the fault line
but since we’re divine
our void-centric view
let’s bliss beats renew
seeing God in all
we’ll then never fall
since spirit not form
exudes His love warm
let us not be lax
correct parallax
viewing auric fields
as power God wields
.
Every calibration I do,
Blur to emerge the one weirdo.
Every navigate does syntax,
Oh, so higher at parallax.
I creep with my scornful envy,
And I know why they do beauty?
Because of an anticlimax,
Oh, so higher at parallax.
All gassing awkward in my brain,
Forever missing you the green.
Fill in my cephalothorax,
Oh, so higher at parallax.
Astonished seeing wisdom in one so young,
we hastened to correct parallax of sight,
for did not this soul slowly climb rung by rung,
the ladder of wisdom, now at zenith height?
Our fault line is that we look at outer form,
whilst the soul within has faced many a storm,
life after life, reborn again and again,
revealing a gem that is now free from stain.
Which nuance of shifting bliss hues defines
pivotal moment of rapture climax?
To which musical note may we assign
as cause of delight without parallax?
Wherefrom comes our will to ego urge axe,
even though fears and desires manifest?
How did kundalini rise to the crest,
with our consciousness anchored in bondage?
Lastly, the throb of bliss which does persist;
how does the love elixir, pain assuage?
17-November-2020
Visions of eternity swirl before me
drunken kings, beheaded queens, horses flying
Visions dance, sing, piercing bells ring, insects dying
O, grandfather warned me not to do that…
I lie suspended between worlds, neither parallel
nor parallax – which my geometry teacher could never
explain, anyway – so be it, Amen
“How can there be any discussion here of body and disembodiment, of attachment and detachment? Here is the Truth Itself in Its spontaneous natural form—pure, immovable like the sky!”
Appearances like waves of the ocean,
are all in the womb of consciousness held,
seeming to be in incessant motion,
parallax corrected when ego’s felled,
whence with mind of God we seamlessly meld.
Distanced from pulse dual, our eye single,
heart yet delights when pheromones mingle.