No human concept defines me
No human concept binds me
Only God's precept binds me,
as his unconditional Love outlines me
My form is a simple dimension,
of the God of love's comprehension
my soul is the reality of his holy mention,
the subject of human concept's contension
An infinite soul too free to be bound,
for within the love of God I'm found,
free of the poses, of chocolate and roses,
of human concept's superficial poses.
Who am I, a pie in the sky, only a lie,
or the mentioned man of God's plan,
created of Love, my soul shall take flight,
of entergetic light, Adamtine of might
Unbreakable, irreducible, inconclusive,
free of any human concept's conclusion.
Free of all mortal conceptions,
but of the Immaculate regeneration.
By John Moses Freeman
Categories:
uncondition, blessing,
Form: Didactic
That dark common man, whose body exalt squalid,
Was horribly lacerated by the hands of indigents he unite,
Indigent he fiercely relegated his comfort avoiding their neglect,
He dreams their future, heaven, and hell, he saw routes to avoid;
Teaching them friendship and techniques to be real brother;
Uncloven: Gods of Arab, and Jews to be worshipping in peace,
He bought white delights to all sexa, and defile his faith pace,
Thinking his togetherness would virtuely flow all race together,
He picks serfs in rain, and serfs in sun for knowledge exhort
Oblivion to them now, for them he reject post of prime minister;
To walked amongst their distress, drunk in them uncondition
He called all people his children, and nourished them in respect,
Let my children inn always he said, for they enter and killed him,
That unrecognised body was a prince, and a governor of esteem.
Categories:
uncondition, abuse,
Form: Sonnet
The search was absolute,
truth was not.
The shades of impermanence
and flowing emotions merged.
I stood between the reality
and tilting shadows of time zones.
The distance had created
metaphors and I was weary of pretentions.
The deep sorrow nurtured
a grain of truth
an essence of time.
Earth shuddered in the
process of integumentation.
I trampled on the grass
as if to find the ozone.
Impatience scattered the wings.
I smelled the stone.
Take me not to gloom of death,
the immeasurable pain
I will find the ultimate path.
It was not easy to uncondition the lips.
Mute genes had become my potency.
Unworded a voice rose in the east,
I squirmed.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
uncondition, dedication, devotion, education, fantasy,
Form: ABC