Rest worthy hermit, betwixt bliss beat’s blink,
poised as we are, awareness self-aware,
no goals to pursue, no objects to link
and thus this world of names and forms outstare.
Just as the vast sky is by no hand steered,
we too remain, a pulsating heartbeat,
who has by free will, in form here appeared,
watching how polarities meet and greet.
The witness who watches is the ego,
creating a subject and an object,
a retrograde step, which we must let go,
to reclaim rapture that rises unchecked.
Impulse of heart is translated by mind ~
Caught in its web, the spider’s in a bind
Surrounded by souls whose heart centre is closed,
the universe calls upon us to be kind,
for in this earth life test a question is posed,
that if we’ve broken free from our ego’s bind,
radiating love and light, we’ll understand,
this lesson prepares us for pastures more grand,
so our eye acceptant and our stance erect,
poised in the void we let bliss beats rise unchecked.
The impact of a racist riot on a community is often exacerbated by recidivism—not just in terms of individual re-offending, but in the repetition of systemic violence and the cycle of trauma it inflicts on the masses. When these events occur, they are rarely isolated incidents; they are often the result of recurring patterns of unchecked prejudice and failed intervention.
For the public, this cycle creates a sense of perpetual instability. When the same ideologies and actors resurface to incite violence, it undermines social cohesion and signals that previous lessons were not learned. Breaking this cycle of recidivism requires more than just short-term consequences; it demands a collective commitment to addressing the root causes of racial animosity to ensure these destructive patterns do not repeat.
Granny wished the worst male evil upon me when I was young and I never truly forgot.
Consumed by her unchecked lust and desperate for mens' approval; she's lost the plot.
The ancestral spirits tell me to forgive but remind me that her heart is still a cold dot.
Note: This poem is about a paternal grandmother of mine. I rarely talk about how she used to leave me in hot cars during excessively hot summers just to go shopping for herself. While I truly do admire her fashion sense, I don't wish to be like her at all when I am older, either.
My soul had risen to God.
My coffee sat untouched,
Notifications left unchecked,
Words left unsaid.
It had been my time for days now.
The doctors kept saying
It was a shock I held on this long.
I felt my breath stop
Heard the constant beep
Of the heart monitor
Nurses and doctors rushed in,
searching for a pulse
that wasn't there
But the worst sound I heard
the one that nearly pulled me
back down to Earth
was my mother,
sobbing for what had been
her baby boy.
Far from being empty, silence is full,
bliss pulsating, soma nectar flowing,
as we’re propelled by the magnetic pull
of bliss, that keeps fire of rapture glowing.
Let us reflect on where we are this morn:
the soul star chakra’s throb is dominant,
all other nodes mirroring God’s bliss horn,
with forehead and Bindu point prominent.
The spine as always stands firm and erect,
with orifice at the crown expanding,
that as pace of bliss influx grows unchecked,
in tranquil heart we make a safe landing.
Nose, soles of feet and palms deserve mention ~
Their tingles signalling our ascension
The Black Dust of Hell: Choking on the Grave
The poisonous venom that spills from your tongue,
The venomous anthems your malice has sung,
Descends to the abyss as a billowing cloud
A black dust of hell that will fashion your shroud.
You spoke without mercy, you bled without care,
But silence awaits in the tomb of despair.
For once you are broken and dropped in the clay,
The shadows you summoned are coming to play.
The ash of your cruelties will gather and rise,
To choke out the light from your dead, hollow eyes.
That mountain of malice will turn to a bill,
An absolute ledger you cannot fulfill.
For every vile whisper and treacherous spark,
You will swallow the soot as you rot in the dark.
Not a breath goes unchecked, not a malice is spared
You will choke on the horrors your big mouth prepared.
If I Could
Kevin Davis 2026
If I could open any door and see what waits behind,
Would I find sorrow, hatred, and humankind unkind?
How do they wound each other—through vile and sharpened words,
Or hidden hate that lingers softly, seldom ever heard?
Would they raise deadly weapons, or strike with fists in rage,
And let their anger burn unchecked from age to bitter age?
Do they force their beliefs as truth, denying those who disagree,
And turn their lies to borrowed facts so others cannot see?
Yet perhaps behind some quiet doors a gentler light remains,
Where mercy walks through wounded hearts and softens old deep pains.
Where hands once closed in anger learn the strength of letting go,
And kindness, like a patient seed, begins again to grow.
For every door that hides the dark may also hold the chance
That someone chooses love at last instead of fear’s harsh dance.
And if I open one myself, I hope that what I find
Is truth that heals, a listening heart, and grace for humankind.
#1 – useless – “when mad men let evil reign unchecked in the name of democracy”
#2 – hidden agendas – “in politics and finance there’s no one we can trust, not even ourselves”
#3 – because i said so – “pounding one’s chest and roaring obscenities does not make them a leader”
#4 – bull crap – “the more you spread, the more people will pay to get rid of the smell”
#5 – perhaps they were right - “we poets have always believed we can use words to change the world—maybe guns will work better”
God created mankind upright.
Inventing their own schemes
humans later chose to sin.
Driven by pride, self-interest
and desire for power
man has become a devil.
Selfish motivations centered on personal gain
such as land, resources, have made people
face the consequences of war.
War is the ultimate result of unchecked egos,
where leaders live in luxury
while the general public face the destruction.
War in any form is detrimental
to the safety of humanity.
No matter which side of the conflict you’re on
everyone suffers greatly.
Show me just how you drive that truck.
Is it real fast or do you take your time?
As they say in the sticks let’s get stuck.
I’m looking for you to feel my rhyme,
let’s play with experimental chemistry.
All that combustion could be sublime.
It’s impossible to let the elements be,
when they are determined to connect.
The periodic table covers you and me.
Overheated now leave me, I’m wrecked.
Shouldn’t have left the motor unchecked.
Each year, for seven days, it sat upon the shelf
between the silver candle and the season's elf;
It's once glorious value now a faded red
labeled so with speckled stains from bitter tears shed.
For forty years, more, her ritual has been thus;
a once vivacious thing who's clearly missed the bus.
It was the giver, not the gift, she should enjoy
the god of beauty and desire, Aphrodite's boy.
On promise made, she gave him all, her everything,
then came the hour he sent this red box wrapped with string.
She would walk past the box, occasionally smile;
cradle in her arms, rock like a baby for a while.
Up till the moment that the Gin took its effect,
and then, the bitterness and bile let loose unchecked
wild-eyed anger, spittled lips screaming out profanes.
Doesn't know what's in the box but knows what it contains;
loss of trust, loss of faith, and loss of all desire,
all thrown upon her vanity's funeral pyre.
She'll put away the gift until she needs a fix
of wallowing self-loathing from her box of tricks.
Another day,
Another death,
Another tear,
as I take another breath
Steady wondering if I'll be next
So much loss
only memories left
Each time hurts less & less
Disgusted with who I've become
almost out of self respect
Filthy & scarred up
sweat & dirt on my neck
Knowing Ima wind up alone
but what else can I expect
I'm fckng stressed!!!
Arms & hands just fckd
from all the drugs
I continue to inject
Ima fckng reject
I made myself this way
stay tryna disconnect
Got way too many memorial cards
I already had to collect
It's like my mind & soul
are so wrecked
Wish I could js relax & reflect
But my heart objects & stays unchecked
As I steady neglect & infect
my once pure soul
That now has this nonstop decaying hole
Everything feels so.. damn.. cold..
This fckng existence is so damn old
I don't know how to get a hold
And stop this chaotic painful misery
As it rapidly unfolds
Why am I so scared to be alone?
Already lost almost every single soul that was close
..I shoulda known
It was so clearly shown
I js couldnt get it thru my thick fckng dome
That this reality im in
Never was and never could be home
In halls where voices rise and fall,
Let kindness be the thread through all,
Not every clash must end in fire—
True strength is found when hearts aspire
To listen more than they defend.
The elder's pause, the child’s gaze,
Each holds a truth, a sacred phrase.
Although paths diverge, we may still meet.
On common ground where minds are sweet
With patience and the will to bend.
No throne is built by scorn or pride,
But towers fall when rage’s tide.
It is loosed unchecked. The wiser art
Is forging peace from a fractured part,
And seeing oneself in a stranger's face
Respect is not a coin to trade,
Nor merely manners on parade.
It springs from knowing each has worth—
A soul, a name, a place on earth—
Deserving of a gentler space.
So let us sow what we would reap:
A voice that heals, a vow to keep.
Though storms may howl and tempers flare,
The path of grace is always there—
A road that rises when we dare.
Body and Mind give way to the Heart and Soul.
They let the emotions take over yet remain in control.
Passion and sentiment now replace logic and reason.
Interchanging ever so slightly- as if from season to season.
Feelings flow freely, replacing all thought.
Emotions running wild without fear of being fought.
The Mind sits back and takes no part,
letting all decisions be made by the Heart.
And throughout the Body the Soul can now freely flow.
With the Heart now in control the Body can only follow.
As the Soul controls the actions revealing it's glow.
Every decision now based on "I feel" not "I think" or "I know"
Emotions unchecked by the Mind, the Heart's desires continue to grow,
and with the help of the Soul will continue to do so.
The Heart and Soul move slowly but soon control All.
This is what takes place when, in Love we fall.
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