“You saw them two sticks of that chicks’ and you know when you saw them you would easily be teased until on your knees, bereaved and pleased just by one simple hint of a squeeze breezing by the easily greasy feasibly weave that would succeed the mead that would come from honey by the bunny that would breed the pleading steed doing the deed that would not only completely beat the heat but accomplish the feat leaving the steep cleat carousing creeps to seek a new discreet meet up to wreak their teal dealing tear drop one stop hop hillbilly thrills of the buzz kills that go to stop the lot of pill popping pushers of the lush gush ers who stutter when one blunder makes a whole sunder of plunder wonder scum but humble for some done shunned gunning under-run mung crumb grumblers who then became grateful because the fate of the hate breaking masturbating mating rituals became habitually cyclically mystical in the fulfilling pill-killer of a psycho thriller!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Heavens open sky wars.
Walls closing juniper dreams.
Echoes pen me in.
Sunder the earth flames fall.
Under the moon I dented the plows.
Ninjas Quake as I race toward the river.
Hundred rains arrows of snow.
Diamonds of death whispers of rebellion.
Your wish to rise to meet the Lord.
Lions mane wolfs teeth apple and honey tea.
Wallow in your shadows I ascended to the third heavens.
Juniper waves of bliss and my amazing light shines over all the globe.
Trusting in Jesus over all things.
Raising Adam bowing to the mighty God and Everlasting Father.
Fishing in the lakes of desolation I mine the sky of its angels.
Wake the sleeping spread the word Jesus is returning soon.
Silver rain and blood of opals.
Juniper Myths and Juniper Wars mess with my sanity but also give me peace to Remember My diamond of Czechia is my best friend from forever. I remember Jesus will be my diamond of Israel.
I am the Diamond of Chicago with Juniper visions of bright sunny days to come.
Love guided me in darkness it restored me
Under mystical rains I entered cosmic dreams
Bard and friend to my King Yearning to enjoy radio's that sing of peace
Lunar module comes down Lining the heavens at dawn
Treaty for sky gazers to be yet smitten with electric beer and make merry for once
Avowed to return where I have yet never been
Knighted by the Captain of heavens armies
Sunder the rebellious descent among my own family and friends
Trusting in my King and Best friend in a world that put him to death
IN AND OF A SILENT SOUL IN ITS WANDERING
Today is as still as
A crowded graveyard
Empty of life;
Yet the green of nature,
Shines in living glory:-
As a brief breeze
Passes by,
Silence retains
Its control.
Yet,
Reality, has
Its blissful
Moments:
Chaos left sunder,
As God’s
Healing grace
Nourished
My wandering soul
In the awareness
Of self-worth:-
May the cistern of grace
Continue to anoint my
My wandering soul
With navigating
Divine wisdom
And guidance:-
A dream in peace
Winding in streams
working in teams
Full of dreams
Looking up ahead
Hoping we fled
The wars of red
And the memories we said
Countries of greed
Letting us bleed
Taking the lead
Hoping we’d be freed
Maybe one day
We might find our way
For now we pray
Acting in this play
I dream
That the screams
Of the innocent teams
Fade away into a stream
For now we wonder
In this world of thunder
Hiding under
The countries that sunder
SUNDERING NOT
Fighting for justice,
laboring for equity,
let us not sunder:-
Mind's minute mirage may muffle,
But biding by blinding brings burns.
Severely she'll sunder, so scuffle,
'Til tomorrow, tomorrow turns.
The gift of recovery,
Full of discovery,
Healthy and hungrily,
Hunts by the heart.
Restoring our senses,
By jumping our fences,
And breaking the boundaries,
That keep us apart.
The joy of creation,
Defies explanation,
But offers true meaning,
In life as in love.
The light from within us,
May serve to begin us,
When coupled with caring,
And doubled by love.
The rain and the thunder,
Are frightening down under,
But why should we sunder,
The strength of a pair,
The story of winning,
Is made for beginning,
The start of each inning,
With talent to spare.
Raindrops on umbrellas make me happy,
As they drum a merry melody,
Raindrops are the promise,
Of springtime sprung upon us,
The spectrum of a rainbow’s symphony.
Raindrops are the milk of nursing mothers,
They nourish lakes and rivers by the flow,
They journey with the daughters,
Of life-engaging otters,
And stir the raging waters undertow.
Raindrops are the tides of our resistance,
The strength of our persistence by and by,
The lightning and the sunder,
Of nature's rolling thunder,
And miracles of wonder to the eye.
Raindrops are the peace of our forgiving,
The comfort of a mother's lullaby,
The life-affirming story,
Of nature's morning glory,
Reflected in the children passing by.
Chand dekhne ko raat ka intezar hai ,
Maanta is baat ko Sara hi sansar hai
Par humne to din mein Chand dekha hai
Jbse kiya apka deedar hai
Dekha apka roop suhana to Chand bh sharamsaar hai,
Is duniya mein sabse sunder, mera hi dildaar hai
Sighs of susurration sunder the silence ~
The neem tree swaying in the wind
An old lady yapping like a non-stop chatterbox
The roar of the road hero's motorcycle revving past
And a radio playing romantic songs nearby
An occasional vendor selling village vegetables
The honking horn of the ice-cream man
Children running by after a busy school day
Household hens clucking to announce their presence
Crickets croon in crazy chorus
Then, there's the train whistling past thrice a day ~
Soulful sounds sweeten the symphony
you …
sweetly spun me
like sugar into cotton candy -
from a dizzy bobbin
to ornament for a spring willow …
no lament avowed,
for there is a demon in your eyes
whose night blade feeds …
he stalks me -
spurious spear in his grasp
not near as lethal as the shimmer
that winks me from those depths, abyssal
or the tender tendrils, oily black
reaching from the unfathomable fathoms
to sunder my forsaken heart
and turn my marrow
molten … melting …
flesh burning for your arrow -
welts of passion that thirst
to weep crimson
yet not even you can pierce that
hermetic husk …
hardened by casual care,
another’s name,
and the tear-tempered steel
of your bewitching …
gaze.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, January 6, 2024
( painting by Bruno Barreira taken from public domain files at Saatchi Art )
grey clouds
like shrouds
hover
cover
wind speed
like steed
fright'ning
lightning
thunder
sunder
cryin'
welkin
raindrops
fat plops
muddles
puddles
pit pat
rhythm that
awakes
damp shakes
earth drenched
thirst quenched
God's free
AC
Doldrum days, nothing i say make them go on their way. Away with their festering pain, smiting down the mentally sane. Bright burning light in the day bringing the sight to the brave is so close, for life has its many splendors and wonders, and for that we must endure all the thunderclouds and sunder, as we ponder of life ever after, its shaky and incomprehensible cries and laughter. many speak and rebuttal all the acclimations of the extreme and the subtle.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
All this fighting must be stopped, plant your roots and grow or suffocate and rot, for the low never prosper in their filth and clots, and they will never glow, glow with enlightenment and the knowing of the know. You may never spark your light when your eyes carry only freight and not a shred of adventure, so look around at the pyres of your passions which radiate your loves and indentures, they will guide you through this path to your above.
we must have forgotten...
the pyramid's foundation, rotten.
Physiological begets Safety.
shadowing the State of coercion, states thee.
opt-in by creation, opt-out, your expiration.
tread on me and my countrymen.
volition ours, to sunder friends?
participated.
regulated.
complied.
the time, overdue.
ask not what your country can do for you.
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