Outside the shrinking circle of sanity,
There's a raging, new-age blitz.
Filled with sirens and fiery cliques.
That live to smear a smile and gnaw away at bliss.
Don't let them drag you into the red rat's hole,
smash the last sequin of your precious soul.
They exist to confuse, rebrand, control.
Pat themselves on "your" back and call it growth...
As you gag on the smoke of their supernova egos.
They frolic in their own self-righteous misery.
Clown culture in the first dazzling degree.
Cherish and defend your peace and space vigorously.
Let the stars sing
a silent chorus, impending
the quiet, echoing
in the stillness of space.
Let the stars dance
a violent waltz
beams reflecting, dancing
faster than humanity can muster,
until like a cloud of arrows
they pierce the sky
sparks of white
upon an endless canvas.
Let the stars scream
mouths agape; soundless
Echoing of Nothing
into Nothing
as their souls wink out.
Let the stars die
smoldering husks
heat imploding on itself
ignored by the untrained eye,
the threads unwind
incinerating everything in its wake.
One final act
raging against the throes of death,
Until our own sun dies, screaming.
"Don't get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain will become your cure." ~ Jalaluddin Rumi
The moon wept over withered stars
mirroring the heartbeats of mourning blues,
oblivious to the warmth of dusky truth,
while I bite my lips to suppress the storm,
there, in the soul of the butterfly skyline,
I’ve hand-stitched chronicles of the ache
that dreams like midnight orchids,
cradling confused crevices~
like stone breeze drifting in coldness,
questioning the need to breathe love,
when all I’ve written is marked as myth~
a manipulative vine of twisted nightshade.
But remember, I’ll be the eucalyptus elixir,
the sighs of supernova, soaring to speak~
metaphors beyond the skin of blue comets, forevermore…
When our worlds collide,
it’s as if the cosmos bows in reverence.
Your touch—a comet streaking across my skin,
awakening stars long dormant within.
Butterflies take flight,
their wings brushing every corner of my soul,
while nerves, electric and alive,
hum your name in euphoric symphony.
Your fingertips write love letters on my body,
each caress a stanza of devotion.
With every sigh, every whispered plea,
I find myself unraveling,
only to be remade by your tender hands.
Making love with you
is the birth of a supernova—
a brilliant, fiery explosion of passion,
scattering stardust across our entwined hearts.
From the ashes of that blaze,
new constellations emerge,
charting maps of a future
where we are eternal.
You are my home,
my safe harbor in a storm of uncertainties.
With you, I am whole,
wrapped in the warmth of your embrace,
rooted in the certainty of your love.
And as we move together,
the universe bends,
reshaping itself to honor us—
two souls, one fire,
burning brightly against infinity.
Talk of an Oasis feud is over,
Brit-pop the corks for the supernova,
fair play to those Burnage boys,
tour dates set to make some noise,
they'll walk in sunshine, champagne and clover.
I have to say I've been here before
My life has changed but not these shores
Of this salty ocean sea I still drink
I thought I'd escaped it so long ago
When I caressed the ball which skims it low
Yet even then, I knew someday I'd sink
I found so much in its blinding light!
An old man knelt down and attempted to write--
But their deaf ears could not withstand
The Supernova!
Since then my years have ran so fast
But memories still stain my mast
And on these desolate waves, I still stand
And since then I have fallen in love
I've spoken to priests and our God above
Yet here I still lie on quick sand
I've felt these waves fall-- Burn and crash!
The salt stains my hair! And it burns to ash!
As waves burst in the sea I can feel
A Supernova!
Well, maybe one day I'll be free of this place
Across these horrible shores I will finally embrace
This poisoner who I know as me
I may touch the stars-- But I never burn!
So to truly touch I long and yearn!
To truly forget about this sea
To cleanse in water of somewhere else!
The golden sprays that will fill and melt!
This heart of stone and emit
A Supernova!
an orange lantern
in other side of city
our dear spring rose moon
Graze by space, breathe of obsolesce
To reach ends; loose gasps espy
Down hazy firmaments crash poise
Bestrew thoughts asunder, sunk in levity
Dust fervid of the stars; it burns thee
Respite it sowed, deprave by night
Down the deep, quiet all I see
Clean of root and soot, shunned by the light
Free of respire, out with thine satire
Toy rust of age, fades a soiled visage
Prune this heart of mine, a heart ill with desire
Quelled with depths, trace mine shooting vestige
Mind illudes self, truth eludes mind
To the ends my soul travails, here my body end
How often does a Supernova happen
Start your clock, STOP NOW
It's happening NOW
In the hearts of us
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
It happening to us.
What is the Supernova
Explosion that takes place
In all faces of life
Through The One who make the sacrifice
Christ the answer to the Super is He
Nova is New for you and me.
In the beginning God created
the heavens and the earth
And all the earth was formless
And void, And darkness was on
The face of the earth
And God said, "Light BE!"
And was and Light will always be
The seeds, trees, bee, set for you and me
The Supernova is at work and give us the key.
Although, gravity is strong
But God is stronger
no longer do we have to stray away from that tree
He have set us FREE
We have the eternal key
Indeed, indeed He did it for you and me.
The moon we are
To influence others
To bring back to His kingdom
Let freedom ring
In our hearts, set us apart
Worthy is the key
that set us free
The Super is the Core
The Nova is the New
Explosion to change things
With the Might of God Son
"THE SUPERNOVA" of life.
Your thoughts suddenly explode
that’s when I want to see you;
Not when you are all dressed up,
not when you’re under control;
Flames of a nuclear core
when you’re a supernova;
I want to feel you explode.
You don’t have me where you want me
You want to pull me in
Will I ever be free
Or will the madness win
I burst in the night
Away from sight
Nobody knows
How far I ignite
Across the sky
Supernova
Do you know her?
If you truly want to see
Bring a telescope
If you can’t handle being out of reach
Bring a stethoscope
Hearts, racing, galaxies collide
The next Big Bang
Conquer the divide
Souls, shaking, system override
This is the real thing
We cannot deny
I burst in the night
Away from sight
Nobody knows
How far I ignite
Across the sky
Supernova
Do you know her?
She’s a supernova
Do you know her?
Glorious becomes one’s wait
When one is with desire best
In whitish drape you just rock
Making me to verse of stock
Sunny glow dances on neck
Necklace resembles the lake
The ‘very own Indian belle’
And the protagonist in tale
Of romance and affection..!
Intensely lit up of passion
Eyes carry a gesture cool
They scan so deeply full
Powerful diva of charm lo..!
Hist! She’s to crack IAS so..!!
Now I’m ninety solar masses and I grow as I accrete
all the inter-stellar gasses near my neighbors when we meet.
My doctor says I’ve grown too fat too fast, “… it’s unsustainable!”
But I’ve big plans for a big blast that I know is attainable:
I’ll do the Supernova Bossa Nova, watch me when I blow.
Let’s do the Supernova Bossa Nova and host a cosmic show
for galaxies both near and far, a dazzling dance display,
and I’ll blow a smoke ring where we are here in the Milky Way.
My hydrogen will all have fused and soon I will implode,
that's inward, I’m an introvert, but watch my shell explode.
My core will keep on shrinking ‘til a blackhole is created,
a wormhole linking to a world where dance is venerated.
We’ll do the Supernova Bossa Nova, watch me when I blow.
You can blame the Bossa Nova but let’s all enjoy the show!
July 4, 2020
For the “You are a star Poetry Contest” sponsored by Nina Parmenter (First Place)
Hi.
To those who missed me
And to those who forgot
It's been long but hey
Shouldn't it be better if I stayed?
If you knew my poems
You'd know me.
But if you only read this now
You'd be happy somehow
I found how easy to speak where you come from
but hard to say where you're going
Looking back always turned to a mess
But life's a game of chess
I realized I can't count tears
But I can remember years
The suffering and delight
The fearlessness and fright
Glass half full, half empty
But never was it steady
The hello's vs. goodbyes
The truths and lies
We all tried to understand why
We end up not wanting to try
We thought we've been left alone
But its really us who first have gone.
Should we be going or faltering?
Did the past ever helped the future?
Is your present more mature?
Is all of these worth the tour?
I guess my today is something for tomorrow
But my tomorrow is not defined by yesterday.
My yesterday is a cry.
Today is Hi, tomorrow's not a goodbye.
On a planet far beyond the galaxy Milky Way,
A dance like the bossa nova is done every day,
By numerous aliens around that far, exotic world,
The skies over which rainbow colors are swirled!
For a supernova dominates those extraneous skies,
Visible at late afternoon, but not at double sunrise.
When moonlight comes, they put dancing shoes on,
But, the bossa nova dance seems to be the only one.
The wild, colorful, nightlife could blow you away!
Those jazzy aliens can dance from now 'til doomsday.
And when it rains, up blossom deep purple flowers,
That release their scents for the many restful hours.
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