BONDED STIFF
Our love knows no swiftness;
It’s tied and bowed in stiffness.
Our love life is no played game;
It is an everlasting bond attained.
May our love ever be as if a royal palace evening ball;
An orchestrated ball, admired and wished for by all.
May this precious bond between you and me,
Be granted an ever-blessed bond of eternity:-
At any moment, you can enter the deep, strong river of your being.
You were born to swim these waters, because you were born in them.
You know the eddy, surge, wave, stream, currents — all swiftness and steady flow.
You are the head and delta, that spring where the waters are born, and the ocean that receives them.
No one and nothing can prevent you from finding your way into any bend of your own river.
Right now, an hour from now, tomorrow, next Tuesday, a lifetime ago,
You can dive into the most welcoming waters and find your native element.
You are a strong swimmer; go to your depth and set your own course.
These are your waters, this is your stream; you control the flow.
All mysteries and molecules obey your thoughts.
Music and reason are flowing together.
Nourish your body and the grateful earth.
Take to these waters.
They’re yours.
Swim.
Now.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
I Am friends with the Wind, for I walk with The Flow
Ever-Forth, Ever-North I Go
Coming and Going from the Earth to the Stars
Running and Glistening, Quickening in Sabatons
Surging in currents from the Celestials
I Am the Zephyr, I Am the Gale, and this Soul is the Vessel
Drifting Beyond, Unto The Sun
I Am, Ever Flowing, I Am Elemental on the Run
Ever So Swift, by the Swiftness I Am Eternal
I Am Sacred, I Am Brisk, I Am Universal
In Plumages of Light, I Blitz Onward in Supersonic Flight
from Four Quarters, from the Days Unto the Nights
Ever So Smooth, I Protrude in Excellence
I Am Super Excellent,
I Am Constant, I Am Prevalent, I Am Ever Prevailing
I Am Forever Nomadic Sailing,
Running in Fervor, In Full Momentum, Unbound
Unshackled, Uncaged, by the Second Wind the Trumpets Sound
I Am Predominant, I Am Imminent in Celerity
Ever Enduring, I Am Unceasing in Velocity
to the far reaches of the Universe, To and Fro
I Walk With The Wind, and this the Wind Knows
The swiftness of wind, elevated.
Cold skies spreading their gloomy wings.
A crow leaps, then lunges towards the darkness.
Pushing, penetrating the reaping clouds.
Thick white bondages, broken.
Faint scents of smoke linger, waiting.
An aura of orange pierces the atmosphere,
cherry blossoms burst into flames.
Sparks of a cold, empty pink petal waste away into the orange mist.
Swirls of heat and cold, clashing, the smoke grows.
Side to side, side to side.
Burning the illusion, exposing the heart.
Side to side, side to side.
Absorbing the pain, we must restart.
Standing still at the gates of the frozen Garden.
I take a step towards the stainless steel
I look back at myself, then back once more,
Petals from the entity passed through me.
Wind lifting me, soaring through the air,
surrounded by cold flowers, only then do I feel comforted.
As I land near the rotting roots I take a deep breath,
The pitch black void takes in all the surrounding light.
As the sky towers over in darkness, all that’s left
to guide me is the everlasting black,
illuminating my path to the throne.
I Am David, I Am King, I Am Nelson, I Am Ali
I Scintillate Internally,
I Am Strong, I Am of Brawn
I Am Samson Strong
I Am Valiant, I Am a Champion
these scars they witness, I Carry the Strength of a Thousand Men!
I Am Monumental, I Am a Mountain, in Psalms in Vastitudes
In Vicars, and Swords, and Infinitudes
I Am Powerful, I AM
Thou, are Born Bright again
Thou, bear these Wings for in Flight I just might catch Thy Light again
Catch that Night, that cold ember that sparked Thy Flame
Sword High, I Power through in Codex's of Valor
In Blades, In Luminance, in Solar Power
In Grace, perched High like Olympus Heights
Sword from Stone, from Stone I just might Take Flight
I just might Break Ranks, by Faith and Blaze towards Better Days
towards Better Ways, and by the Swiftness of the Blade, I find the Strength
BONDED STIFF
Our love knows no swiftness;
Its tied and bowed in stiffness:-
Our life of love, is no played game;
Rather, it's an everlasting bond attained:-
May our love always be like a royal evening ball;
A loving affair desired and wished for, by one and all:-
May this precious bond between you and me, ever be,
A God-granted blessed bonding, deemed for eternity:-
I’m born a stream with winter’s thaw.
On swiftness from steep slopes I draw.
Beneath the sun, I gather steam.
With winter’s thaw, I’m born a stream.
I warmer grow as on I run.
I gather steam beneath the sun.
With river kin I’ll likely flow.
As on I run, I warmer grow.
I may grow wide; I may grow thin.
I’ll likely flow with river kin.
Bound for the south, I onward glide.
I may grow thin; I may grow wide.
A frothy kiss I’ll give sea’s mouth.
I onward glide, bound for the south
to oneness – I was born for this:
I’ll give sea’s mouth a frothy kiss.
Take advantage of those non enduring things,
they are similar in swiftness to evanescent time:
it's the cleverest thief stealing your last dime,
who saves in an amber jar copper pennies?
Does youth only last for twenty brief springs?
Staring into the clearest mirror simply deceives:
that smooth face will no longer glow with beauty,
fine lines and wrinkles could appear after forty!
Wonder why movies stars look younger than us?
It's not privilege or favoritism: it's the tons of money
that make miracles happen: while we turn green with envy;
don't be angry with yourself, avoid any unnecessary stress!
Throw away the expensive cream jars, they create false images,
they can't give back the radiance of lost youth as believed;
Aphrodite knew that secret and kept it locked for endless ages,
Eros was her admirer and lover: no elixir was ever needed!
A new day dawns,
I’m welcomed into its embrace,
I journey its length and breadth,
I search its depth.
Time is in motion,
It reaches the end of its journey,
Its continuum collapses.
I board a train,
Twilight is its last station,
Midnight is its final stop,
There are no delays,
There are no obstacles,
In the multitude of my thoughts,
In the flow of my desires,
I find myself at the final stop.
I stand before a portrait,
The onus is mine to add my colours,
With each brush stroke,
With every hue,
Time wanders,
It tunnels through the elements,
A new day dawns,
Its portrait lies before me.
My tardiness is not a delay,
My swiftness is not speed.
It’s a strange entity,
A mysterious phenomenon,
An enigmatic existence,
Time brings us to the end of our journey,
And takes us into the beyond.
January 28, 2024.
I read my words and laugh
For are they mine……..really?
They manipulate themselves into my typing hands
Before I can decipher whose words they are.
They come fast and hard.
My fingers are clicking with them.
Zapping them onto a white page with rapid swiftness.
Whose words are these? I ask.
My muse laughs.
She has me under her control.
Line of Inquiry:
“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow” - Unseeking Seeker
Let there be light
And the light was called day
And the darkness was night.
And the Lord showed the way
On this screen called the Earth
Where our destiny lay
Heralding the birth
Of all that we know
Of sorrow and mirth
Of swiftness or slow
all of creation.
Reflecting the glow.
Eternal illumination.
Santa's reindeer were in preparation,
training for the big occasion,
getting themselves in top condition
for their Christmas Eve expedition.
But on this particular Christmas,
Rudolph was experiencing pain and stiffness.
Santa worried about his fitness
and a noticeable lack of swiftness.
X-rays showed Rudolph had a leg fracture,
so he was temporarily put out to pasture;
and seeing as the winds were rather choppy,
Santa delivered presents in a flying jalopy.
At dawn, when the sky smiles...
I bow, pray at length to seek.
If true, as God would have me;
At it, my swiftness should awake hope.
Where there seems none, my styles...
Possibly without remorse, though weak;
Cum certainty of what to be, such sea-
I swim through its boundless spell, off rope.
At noon, when the sky frown,
I race, hustle all seasons long...
If no, as fate could file my case;
Of time, my faith would halt war.
Why not give up, such stage me clown.
This won't be of tease, while still young...
Rather shall keep up, cum His grace-
Until I feel relieved; ease storm, offshore.
At night, while the sky beams...
I write, encode and decode my day;
If sure, lessons learnt propels thought.
For real, it engulf my mind's box
Through the night; many are dreams-
Of peace and war, fear and courage; gay...
Will I ever have to myself, what I sought?
Cum lot where lies mirthful stories, off clocks...
This uncompromising Sunday
has agreed to let us enjoy
what is left of a boring day
as we ardently seek the brief presence
of a radiant sunset resembling red clay,
attesting the inevitable evidence.
The purple lilacs and pink tulips gently sway,
nobody listens to the crickets' soothing sounds;
early at sunrise they were inundated by big waves
and torrents of unmerciful rain pelting on the bay.
Every Bayberry and Crape Myrtle shrub has fragrant flowers,
they attract Sandpipers, Snowy Plovers and Monarch Butterflies;
they all feast on them, then they take off with incredible swiftness:
while the tranquil and brilliant sea resounds with various shrills.
I spot from far the noisy seagulls landing on the Church's steeple,
scattering the Gray Catbirds huddled on long cable wires that were
listening to the choir of faithful marching out with glowing smiles,
cherishing their last moment of glory under brilliant September's skies.
This uncompromising Sunday
has agreed to let us enjoy
what is left of a boring day
as we ardently seek the brief presence
of a radiant sunset resembling red clay,
attesting the inevitable evidence.
The purple lilacs and pink tulips gently sway,
nobody listens to the crickets' soothing sounds;
early at sunrise they were inundated by big waves
and torrents of unmerciful rain pelting on the bay.
Every Bayberry and Crape Myrtle shrub has fragrant flowers,
they attract Sandpipers, Snowy Plovers and Monarch Butterflies;
they all feast on them, then they take off with incredible swiftness:
while the tranquil and brilliant sea resounds with various shrills.
I spot from far the noisy seagulls landing on the Church's steeple,
scattering the Gray Catbirds huddled on long cable wires that were
listening to the choir of faithful marching out with glowing smiles,
cherishing their last moment of glory under brilliant September's skies.
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