If the people against, the true deniers
could change life
and rebuild the world, they:
Would erase all progress
that exists today,
and return to a nonexistent "glorious
time" of the past...
they would create a world of their own...
where the strongest
would command everything...
There would be a democracy
only for them, where they would determine
who should and who should not...
where permissiveness would reign
for proselytes and dura lex
for the rest...
Conflicts would be resolved
with bullets by those disguised
by power...
To the rich friends, everything...
all power, all glory...
To the poor... all honor
of serving the powerful with
promptness, servitude and quality...
IN BED, TABLE AND BATH!
.
...from mine
engram
leak
stupefying
az the wine
shes
*wink tuh ink ')
Without shielding,
without masks,
no vertices, no obstacles...
Nothing out of time
without setbacks,
retrograde forces,
nor violence.
Nothing, absolutely nothing...
There's nothing to stop it,
that hinders,
the clear manifestation
of stupefying clarity
the brightness of truth
when it appears
No blindfolded,
no masks,
no vertices, no obstacles...
Nothing out of time,
no setbacks,
retrograde forces,
nor violence.
Nothing, absolutely nothing...
There's nothing to stop,
that hinder,
the clear manifestation
of stupefying clarity
from the glow of truth
when it appears...!
What can be more beauteous than nature
The sky, clouds, flowers, mountains, greens
The water bodies, birds, animals, insects, aquatic life
The sunrise, the sunset, rains, dew drops.....
Master painter has painted with wonderful strokes a stupefying surrounds
What can be more melodic than the sounds of nature
Chirping of birds, rustling of leaves, whooshing of winds
Burbling stream, splashing waves, pitter patter of rain drops
Sounds of laughter, babbling of a baby
What can be more joy giving than a feeling of peace
When you hear words I love you!
When people around care for you
When others assist in need
When you bask in knowledge that God loves you
When you understand you are a portion of him
Can anything equal the joy of living in present
Enjoying through senses all multifarious scents, sounds and scenes
What can equal a dandy food eaten slowly with relish
Abundance of joy we receive
when we are aware of all the sensations experienced by our skin
When our senses are not concentrated in mind
When mindlessly enjoying the moment
To be euphoric we only need to be aware!
18.05.2021
Spring
spectacular, resplendent
breathtaking, surprising, striking
daffodils, crocuses, hydrangeas, daisies
sweltering, stupefying, relaxing
magnificent, sensational
Summer
Soul is subliminal
seemingly surreal,
stupefying, still a
sedulous, scrupulous
scrutiny shows those who
seek salvation savour
stupendous sensations
22.04.2021
Inspired by :
Contest Name : Pleiades S
Sponsor : Kim Merryman
The car door opened
The first thing I saw
Was an explosion of balloons,
More than I’d ever seen
In my entire nine-year life.
For the first time
We were at the fair
I leapt from the car
Feet running before
They hit the ground,
Knowing I had to see
Everything,
Do
Everything,
Taste
Everything
In just two hours
Before the long trip home
And, I did!!
The drive home was filled
With dizzying, dazzling,
Stupefying memories of
Excitement, movement,
Colors, noise,
Tastes,
People,
Rides.
I had taken in
As much as I could
As fast as I could
Leaving scarcely room
For a breath
Now I finally let it all out
By throwing up
In the back seat
With a loud, “Brrraaaggghh!!
As he pulled the car over
My father mumbled,
“Never again”,
My mother whispered, in reply
“Never again”,
I scarcely heard them
As I shouted,
“When can we go again??”!!
Following the stupefying sensation of my heart
I take a long and high flight
With the wings of self-deception.
Having some kind of foolhardiness,
I fly in search of green fields
Leaving behind the dreary desert
To sing sweet songs of life.
The warnings of my Prudence,
To stay with my other mates, go unheeded.
The green fields once
Where I yearn to reach
Turn into the burning flames
With deadly smoke
That chokes my throat
And darkens my vision.
And I, no more able to fly,
Fall into the lap of disillusionment.
Wings are fully burnt
And burnt I am from within.
Sobbing at the impulsiveness-my Achilles’ heel-
With a sigh, waiting for the last breath,
I close my eyes.
Start>nirvana: though we all may travel not many (though it matters not how tranquil it may be upon the terra which you stand, or how surreal your surroundings may be not even the absolutely otherworldly stupefying serenity experience .) possess the knowledge that in all but five words you need not know this feeling of ecstasy but once but infinitely. so do not veiw this as a petty gift but as one more brick on the path to happiness! and above all have a nice life and who knows? maybe there are more waiting to be lived.<>
nirvana: though we all may travel not many (though it matters not how tranquil it may be upon the terra which you stand, or how surreal your surroundings may be not even the absolutely otherworldly stupefying serenity experience .) possess the knowledge that in all but five words you need not know this feeling of ecstasy but once but infinitely. so do not veiw this as a petty gift but as one more brick on the path to happiness! and above all have a nice life and who knows? maybe there are more waiting to be lived.
All in the Game
a call to the
bullpen by time
warner
tie your cleats by
florsheim
everything in
moderation by red
label vodka
plan ahead by forest
lawn
and beneath the
glittering
twittering
insta- scat game
show reverie
an absolutely
electrifying,
stupefying timeless
wonder
a baseball game
walk off win
dodgers 1 padres 0
Please Read Part I before reading this! Thank you! :)
Days and nights merged
Into a stupefying timelessness
How long had it been
Since she had burned his flesh
With her body
Since she had burned his heart
With her escape
He caressed the white feather
Pulled it across his lips
Smelling the scent of her
That lingered
Cursing himself for being a fool
For taking the chance
For believing
He angrily brushed
At the lone tear
That escaped from his eye
A mournful pilgrim
Searching for redemption
Across expanse of his face
At that very moment…
The silence was broken
By the faint sound
Of fluttering wings
That grew louder
There at the door
Of his gilded cage
He didn’t trust himself to turn around
But he trembled...
He trembled when he heard the sound
Of the closing of the door
And the turning of the key in the lock
Still he did not turn around
Her scent spoke to him
Of her ever nearing closeness
Till it enveloped him
And her warm breath
caressed the back of his neck
And then…before he could turn around
His still rigid form was enfolded
In the fluttering of her wings
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Racists o
rarist,
repulsive
rapists,
thy allure
makes
thee
atrocious
artists.
Thou hurt
the heart
of the
harmless
only to get
haunted
and
hopeless.
Racists o
racist,
stupefying
sadists;
thou art a
poisonous
plagiarists,
Injustice is
the
injurious
injection
with
which
thou reel
rejection.
Cute colour
without
clean
character,
thou preen
on a
porous
platter,
I wonder if
you
created
the paint
that make
you feel
like a
super saint.
Spare me
those fine
flowers
you flaunt,
you did
not
created
thyself,
why stunt?
All men
have body,
bones and
blood,
so, show
me a
simple
sense not
thy sword.
Copyright
2012.
Adeite
Adeleke.
Unimaginable beauty:
I found myself walking alone
far removed from humanity
in a large meadow overgrown
with kaleidoscopic poppies:
oranges, blues, crimsons and yellows
each indiscriminately
commingled in this meadow
like an incongruous painting;
yet, in my eyes, a masterpiece:
A polychromatic blending
of hues quivering in the breeze
as I stood amidst the allure
of their stupefying grandeur.
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