Third eye to crown, a seamless whole,
connected with the spine,
each node within playing its role,
by choosing to align.
The staff of power glows
and soma nectar flows,
along pathways God knows.
Realm of renown ~
Third eye to crown
What we currently see from radical Islam
is inaccurately termed ‘anti-Semitism’
It actually is fanatical hatred of the Jews
as ancient as Abraham ~ it will inevitably lose
Moon smiles as I drive home in the morning
England’s King Richard the Third -
the last Yorkist king and one not preferred.
His defeat by Henry brought the Middle Ages’ end.
If he had a funeral, did anyone even attend?
This same king in Shakespeare’s play
was a product of the Tudor-thinking way.
Shakespeare employed some exaggeration
such as having Richard die in crazed desperation.
Scoliosis is a condition that the King had,
but Shakespeare had Richard appear really bad,
like a “bunch-backed toad” with withered arm.
Who would be giving THIS king any smarm?
As for murder of his Lady Anne,
his wife died from TB and was murdered by no man.
Historically, he loved and mourned her when she died,
but in the play, King Richard was very dry-eyed
Shakespeare’s King Richard was a fiend,
who toward murdering relatives leaned.
Indeed, the kids in the tower were more than just removed,
and that’s a fact from history that cannot be disproved.
The last English king to die in battle
He fought to regain his crown and grandeur.
A 'bottled spider' with a mere rattle,
He's a 'hellhound' with no inner valour.
He couldn't skillfully use the weapons.
He was an alien to the art of war.
He had murdered his brother's guileless sons.
The label 'villainous hunchback' he bore.
Ambition, like a crown, was at its peak.
Deep down, he's a masterpiece of deceit.
What else, except lies, could he ever speak?
With acts of goodness, he could not compete.
Though he's one of Time's finest creations,
Hasn't he shaken all moral foundations?
Have you ever seen the satanic snake?
A fierce cheetah hunting with no mistake
A bloodthirsty wolf in the black sheep's clothes
How would it be if you find all in close?
Richard the third, the most villainous Duke
Known as a treacherous and selfish kook
Holds the status of the Duke of Gloucester
A saboteur, schemes as an imposter
Possess an ugly build with a hunchback
Hides his flaws as a professional flack
Feels menial for his deformity
Handles things with extreme enormity
A power monger and it's very clear
Cares not even to kill his near and dear
Strategically waits for chance and grabs
With his honeyed words, he always backstabs
By hook or by crook, wants to seize the throne
Cheats Lady Anne with his convincing tone
Spreads rumours to showcase the heirs unfit
Executes those who thwart with his outwit
When the battle at Bosworth in full swing
Stanley takes a U-turn and quits the ring
Unhorsed Richard cries out losing the source
'A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse"
A ruthless tyrant with no repentance
For him, there isn't any moral sentence
The Bard's 'wicked uncle' gets the title role
Invites the crowds' interest on the whole
Richard the Third just wasn't fit
to be a king, no not a bit!
It's no wonder, after what Shakespeare writ,
that he's forever known as "Dick the Sh.."!
Learning from various nefarious vermin Hermanns
Discerning the trigger bigger the lies fascism will rise
Spoof uncouth aloof truths won’t even try & disguise
Shermans embers burning remember the Germans
Trump encore will ensure war waged at every door
Implore more what ifs will only see the tariffs soar
Saluting Tangerine and Putin settling their score
Polluting & looting the pure Greenland foreshore
Highfalutin thugs shrugs who deplore rule of law
Russians again crushing Prussians not like before
Developing countries know it will kill the poor
Should we still call this the “Third World” War
Everything tanks in the Yanks new Wild West
China gives EU a shiner from their US diner
Deranged climate change zest was the true test
Damn it the planet we knew’s over & laid to rest
Spin and curl in nights tangled cradle,
a puzzling witness.
A breakless brain buzzes on -
an endless blunt toothed saw.
The body belches and rumbles
tirelessly works to produce
the odd snort or snore.
All is a stepless stasis on an escalator
speeding to nowhere,
just the random outtakes
from under-rehearsed thoughts,
dying moths dropping into darkness
At last, flesh becomes a glove for a ghost.
A see-through voice,
one that had been left aside
ventures now to charm time.
This is how the All speaks, said one voice.
This is how the All listens, said the other.
A third voice says:
and here is the grace of silence.
A conduit
of passion
Where life
can be recharged
Exists inside
our psyches
To free
the darkness charred
Isotopes
of fusion
Where fact
and fiction wed
To redefine
our essence
And make
— tomorrow’s bed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
("I of the Beholder," 2014, original pen and ink)
This world is nothing
If not an allegory
For a shimmering mirage,
A riddle wrapped in a mystery
Inside an enigma,
Reified into everything
We know and trust.
But I can assure you
When all we seas is troubled
The sanest way
To navigate
Is with both a healthy dose
Of skepticism and humor.
With these in hand
The Great Absurdity
Will thus open.
(12/19/25)
As a little boy, I was amazed by the shining stars and tried counting them,
Wished to pick them like pebbles and gem,
Getting older, I ceased to count but interact with these citizens of the galaxies,
In their brightness, I knew that the stories about the creator and the creations were not fallacies,
And when I am no more,i pray thee,the creator that my soul become one of the stars in the sky,
That I may be, to my younger generation, their third eye.
I brought him home for the other two dogs to see
they gave me the look of what's wrong with me
He was big and fluffy and ever so soft
a big puppy at that who seemed a little off
He adjusted to them but did they to him
he was calm and quiet I knew he could fit in
He was hungry like starving and ate and ate
not just his own but the other two dogs plates
I knew in time he would realize he would always eat
and in a few days his hunger defeat, maybe a week
Sassy was afraid to eat out of her bowl
I fed her in hiding so he wouldn't know
Genghis avoided him smart to do
for Cosmo was large and could squash the dude
Cosmo and Sassy like to run and play
Sassy growls like a grizzly having fun her way
Finally a dog big enough for her to play with
I hold Genghis as he watches miffed
Cosmo sniffs Genghis, he sniffs again and again
the old little guy gets annoyed but holds it in
He sniffs him from head to toe, front to back
finally little Genghis growls that's enough of that
Cosmo the third dog and my pack is complete
each dog a good friend with personalities unique.
molecules in body become aligned aware
purification a process of mind
equanimity the reachable finely tuned kind
keeping balance is a high welfare
pain and pleasure in equal measure
Faith Patience and Love together
Sun needs Rocket and Launchpad
Most High is Ascension and Grounded
3__________333___________3_________3
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
Angel of death's mean is to life put trust
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
They open doors of skies
Pour mercy water to universe
Reserve heaven gardens to ones who pray at dawns
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
They wake up at the dawn all birds
Start praising Lord with own tongues
Say word of testament, trees mountains and stones
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
Beware do not be deceived, mortal this globe
Being arrogant do not lean on throne and crown
Do not rely on saying seven climates are mine
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
It is me your slave Murad forgive my fault
Forgiving my fault let you my sins be covered
Resurrect me at the bottom of Prophet's starboard
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
Written by Ottoman's Sultan Murad Third
Translated by Onur Ünlü
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