(“Something or Nothing”, 2024, original encaustic)
You can be my liquid lady
I will be your solid man
We can live a life of pleasure
Or at least the best we can.
Seize the day the poets tell us
Somehow that will make us whole
But the truth it lies within us
There reveals our sacred soul.
(9/21/25)
To deepen the secret of God,
every instrument aches, every string complains.
My sound has long suffered,
yearning to dissolve into Him —
yet no single note was ever enough to contain His name.
Still, in the listening,
still, in the playing of our fragile melody,
I pray the silence between us
is what ordains us.
Poem written on 19th September, 2025 for the contest "Let's Soar With This Poetry Contest" sponsored by Nette Onclaud.
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Let us romance tonight,
Our souls will bear love's fruits.
Nine months too long to sow,
Yet that's how life births life.
Its joy will outlive us
Tonight is ours to own.
So come, let love's rhythm play.
The Anti-christ is here
For those who do his own will
And twist His Words and fed as truth
Consider the Anti-christ.
A gospel without repentance is not of God
Gossipers who kill souls is in hell already
The devil is so subtle that even genius deceive
And every DNA is a demon in it
Even 200 demons can inhabit the body
They are like ticks living in you
Watch for it for these are foul spirits
That kill your soul if not trait spiritually
Cleanse yourself physically and spiritually
Train your mind to the things heavenly
Clean, purify, and sanctify internally
For the inside that not seen really sees
Life is borrowed and there's a real owner to it
When the time comes for accounting
The wise reward at the end of it all.
Let me express my complete emotions
Give all to him who's vast as earth's oceans
He’s handsome and slightly tall
He’s my up lifter whenever I fall
If I can’t spend my days with him on earth
Tell me what’s my life really worth
I’m willing to show him the worst of me
That’s how an undying love should be
He’s my soul-mate for eternity
Together we can embrace this journey of life
With endless sincerity
I love him from the bottom of my heart
And no-one can break us apart
This love of ours will never perish
He’s the man I’ll always cherish
In this world, I may never find
Another man like him who’s one of a kind
I want to give him my all
But words are not enough to say
I rather show him how I feel in every way.
(“Citadel of Light Merit Badge”, 2016, original pen and ink)
Battle For Your Mind
We live in a time of upheaval and change,
Challenge and war,
But the biggest battle
Is what some call “jihad”
An internal struggle of light and dark
As a soul makes their way along the path.
But along with the esoteric jihad
There is the exoteric, external struggle for your soul,
And battle for your mind,
A battle between the Death-eaters
And the Life-givers.
In this battle of temptation
Desertion is always an option,
And as many times as we may vacillate
What matters most is where we finally settle.
And in an infinite universe
On a timeline of eternity,
As Led Zeppelin said,
You can always change the road you’re on.
But once we know how it will end
Then the momentary ups and downs
Cannot confuse and distract us.
This is the Path of Seeing
The path of no return
The warrior path
In the battle for your mind.
(9/16/25)
The moon hangs heavy in the night,
a mirror to the mind’s quiet flight.
It pulls the tides of thought and fear,
revealing what we hide, yet hold dear.
Each crater, a memory etched in stone,
each shadow, a feeling we’ve never shown.
It listens to the whispers of our soul,
reminding us that being broken makes us whole.
When darkness clouds the conscious stream,
the moon reflects the dream unseen.
A silent therapist in silver light,
guiding the psyche through the night.....
The dog each morning
lies across the fresh-dug grave
be it snow or sun;
For the dog does not know death;
his master still lives within.
The soul is his home,
detachment an intruder.
He is like a street dog
who sees rainbows.
A slate reflects life;
emotion exposed by a pen.
Pain and beauty cut deep.
No bandage can heal;
only words can complete.
Poem written on 14th September, 2025 for "Variation Of Dramatic Or Light Verse" Poetry Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
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A fire sparkles in your eyes,
its sparks shine on me.
Let it energize my life,
my soul needs its warmth.
Drown me in caring desire,
to crave only you.
Whatever the consequence,
trust in my credence.
Is a diary entry 'poetry' per se?
What if it touches engaging the soul
peeling back layers of raw hidden emotion?
What if it bares sharing innermost secrets ~
what if it articulates heart to heart?
Sometimes we'll just blurt out our feelings
avoiding the fancy frivolous packaging
spilling the beans it's not always pretty.
We just say it like it is
black on white unfiltered uncensored
words spewing out without grace or flair
just getting the load off our chest.
So... are diary entries 'poetry'?
Yes if you want them to be
Yes when they go beyond the mundane
Yes when they pull at your heartstrings
in any way you choose ~
Lineku: 3 stanzas of 5-7-5 lines ~ every line either 5 or 7 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Within the depths of my soul
Lies unbearable pain
The type of pain no one would want to feel
Plus this heart of mine carries a heavy load
That at times I just want to explode
What can I do?
But cry uncontrollably
Until my tears becomes a sea
There's nothing I would not do
Than to rise again
And turn back the hands of time
When I was full of life
Still I don't understand why
I'm not the same person I used to be
Back in the days when I was firm and strong
And completely stress free
How I remember those times
Walking with my head held high
Now, in this day and age
All I do is keep my head down
Drown in self pity and give in to sadness
It seems like an never ending cycle
But despite the suffering I faces on a daily basis
I will fight until I conquer and rise again.
It was written on your body
written in your soul
to keep them all laughing
keep their small minds whole
you painted over it
you take it as it is
living off a captured kiss
to keep the neat bow tied
inside on a friday evening
what is it achieving
I know you want the relief
I tell you the secret
so don't forget
the night’s not over yet
As i listen to the thoughts; I can see they're not my own; They're not my kind of company, the lowest type of tone. I'd rather not speak back to them, or follow where they roam; I'll watch them from a'far instead; Behind the safety zone.
Turn down your violent rhetoric, America, you’re losing your soul.
Wish I could, but the First Amendment has no volume control.
And what if the violent rhetoric gets dangerously loud?
That’s what the Second Amendment is all about.
So you can offer no hope, no guiding instruction?
Just what Mark Twain saw a long time ago:
Every civilization carries the seeds of its own destruction.
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