Soon, I will journey to the middle of the moon,
There, I will proudly place a memento with flair,
Fine sculpture shaped for reduced-gravity design,
One like proud Lady Liberty, facing the sun.
Like a bright beacon blazing in starkness, a spike,
Soaring melodies of beauty gently pouring,
From a breath of fresh air deaf to bees’ noisy hum,
Bold, elegant masterpiece dipped in crocks of gold.
Steady for the frozen silence of moon’s eddy,
That unyielding oak that confines winds to the mat.
Carved to freeze time, for history not to be starved,
Set in stone, clothed in a bright future free from threat—
Sweet treasure that no storm will ever dare unseat.
Written By: D. Collins 12/27/24
Our Father, who art in Heaven, he knows not what he does.
Rebelling against the only one that ever showed him love.
Having been nowhere, but will swear, he knows everything.
Requires a tee-tee little more to unseat the reigning king.
Call me the hard father. Some kind of Angel of Death.
When all I'm trying to do is put our demons to rest.
Big Boys and OGs just try to set it right.
By being a part of the seed they gave to life.
Should God not see it, and keep Youngun away.
Then, so be it, I go by whatever He say.
When seed that came from me calls me a hater.
I get down on my knees to give an OG Prayer.
The way we look, nonjudgmental,
our heart mindful and touch gentle.
Aware then of magnetic heat,
we meld with God’s sublime bliss beat.
Soul shift is from noise to silence,
ending all thought borne violence.
Once ego from mind we unseat,
we meld with God’s sublime bliss beat.
In love’s womb, opposites dissolve,
paving way for soul to evolve.
As polarities meet and greet,
we meld with God’s sublime bliss beat.
Withdrawing both senses and mind,
we make embrace tender and kind.
Head bowed low at His lotus feet,
we meld with God’s sublime bliss beat.
Courage
Courage is what you have
when you have only two choices left.
One of them to accept fate,
and the other to cheat it,
beat it,
unseat it...
meet it halfway,
and then knock it back across the line.
That is to say,
whatever "it" is.
Size does not matter,
when the intent is right and good.
David was never afraid,
as the Lord was with him.
He knew he could defeat the giant,
it was only a matter of how hard,
the evil would fall,
from way up high on its pedestal,
down to the hard ground,
where it belonged
to begin with.
Have courage,
and pray.
You will then be,
never fighting
alone.
Gently probing her vulnerabilities
seeking only the slightest advantage
He parries her feints most delicately
awaiting an opening to do some damage...
When she, shockingly, reveals a secret so deep
then casts aside his sword to weep
and declare: A man who jousts with a lady fair
is mete to unseat in her heart's affairs
Simultaneity..
A word which
Dares to
Unseat time from
Arising stories..
Possibly
Rendering all
Stories as
Empty stories...
O Camelot! O Camelot!
The winds have changed, the land got hot!
Though dromedaries are quite neat,
A bactrian's hard to unseat,
And so the knights still joust a lot.
At banquet feasts, the men are found,
And like the table, they are round.
The reason they are heavy-set:
Girls now see knighthood as a threat;
Who lives life chaste and honor-bound?
Sir Galahad, a handsy lad;
His boasting made the maidens mad.
Now saddled with the cursed #metoo,
Chivalrous days of riding through,
He gardens, in his armor clad.
And then there is Sir Lancelot
Sad, as he aged, he weirder got.
Exchanging quests for lowly toils,
He traveled far just lancing boils,
Relieving pustulence and rot.
And Arthur lost what he held dear:
His lovely bride, his Guinevere
The evil witch, Morgana Fay
Transitioned her without her say,
And as a knight she does appear.
O Camelot! I just cannot
Believe the damage time has wrought.
And now the lady of the lake:
A charlatan, a fraud, a fake!
Ran off with Merlin, on his yacht.
What’s the time?
The dictator is obsessed with time
he has thousands of wrist-watches and wall clocks
showing the time in different time zones.
At noon, he checks the time zones if it is ten o’clock
Somewhere else, he adjusts his star-studded Rolex
In his mind, he has gained two extra hours.
The time is a must for the dictator, he is getting old
and fear the breath of the dead and the power.
He spends too much time alone, only seeing people
on the screen, political helpers consist of faces
Suspicious by nature, he tries to read if the faces
are treacherous trying to unseat him he needs total
loyalty to feel secure, he knows he is right they are
plotting against by fighting his war timidly yet know
if he falls, they will perish too.
Ingrain here now love, wisdom and power
Three fold attributes that make us complete
Rejoice hermit, in love’s blissful shower
Melding with oneness, sitting at God’s feet
Here in third density, love does love greet
Why-for then does our heart in fear cower
All one; there are no rivals to unseat
Ingrain here now, love wisdom and power
Rise higher, oh lama, don’t sink lower
Ego doership takes us down a dark street
Trinity’s within; reclaim through prayer
Three fold attributes that make us complete
Deep within our heart, we all hark love’s tweet
An endearment that blossoms hour by hour
Our soul becomes divine, with joy replete
Rejoice hermit, in love’s blissful shower
Negating desires, let’s make thoughts slower
As ordained, we imbibe magnetic heat
Heart lotus within, begins to flower
Melding with oneness, sitting at God’s feet
In-form nodes dance to cadence of love’s beat
We’re still, as God Himself does empower
Bliss ignition continues to repeat
Across boundless space, our soul does tower
Ingrain here now love
10-January-2022
Ego unseat, slowing thought flow
Feeding not lower mind
Heart acquires a radiant glow
Sieving urges unkind
Aligning heart and head
Erst narrow cravings dead
Love suffused, we’re well-bred
Synced with love’s beat
Ego unseat
07-January-2022
Quietus
The economy was booming, best for years
As for unemployment then: he had it beat
Feel-good factor lifted spirits dried our tears
Voted ‘gainst him cos I didn’t like his tweets
Yes he made the border strong secured the nation
Shut out drug mules with the Covid and wet feet
Slowed persistent fundamental transformation
Yet I still reject him cos he does mean tweets
When ISIS cut a swathe across Levant
He made destruction of their Caliphate complete
And silenced their polemics and their rant
But I disapproved cos I don’t like his tweets
Brought the vaccines to production at warp speed
Others gave thumbs down to aught laid at his feet
Now they seek enforcement even without need
And to him I give the elbow - don’t like tweets
Should he come again, restore the nation’s pride
After years of deprecating self defeat
Would I then come to accept what I denied?
Well perhaps - if he would only stop his tweets!
'TWAS 4PM yesterday, my daughter called and shouted.
"Did you feel the earthquake, Mom?"
Oddly, I did not, though we live near each other.
Last night there were forty aftershocks.
I felt so cheated somehow and I pouted.
Life must need a spark when a earthquake you must feel!
Perhaps become a man, like Caitlyn Jenner, would be more fun.
Wear lovely dresses and my hair in a man-bun?
Oops, cannot do that either?
The Woke-Parol demanded I may not call it that!!
I have the perfect answer.. Binary-Bun!!
Perfect for summer, as I race for Governor of California.
As my faithful followers, cheer me on!
In this most auspicious, political race.
Come on down, if you can you keep pace!!
7/9/2021
Caitlyn Jenner...running to unseat Gavin Newsom,
Known as "Lockdown Louie!"
The Attack from the West
There had been a revolt by people infused
by the west’s propaganda.
They, the western countries, bombed and bombed and flattened
many cities, but the army fought on.
The goal. I think was to unseat the president and make
that country into a new Libya; that is called democracy.
A third-country, not a westerly one, came to the rescue
the bombing has almost stopped.
A small and historically insignificant country took a piece
which it eventually has to return.
Thousands of inhabitants fled, not from the ruler of the country
they fled from the terror of the bombs, and the traitors who wanted
the power for themselves.
Today there is an election that can only have one winner
for the time being this war-torn country can´t cope with more.
Denmark is sending home those who sought refuge there
the logic is it is a safe country to return to
Oh to wear the crown
Asking God to fight
Death and fate strangled
at my arms end
Ripping angels with my teeth
Race to unseat beast
Fold reality until it disappeared
Squirting words
upon the page
in my raUNSETTLEDge
Depressed into my form
Squint in increments
scream reams of ams to scare
splatter matter like it mattered
unstop and able
causing rain with dribble
clench my fist and grin
as the empty i step in
Our Congress George Washington cannot save
Honest Abe's rolling over in his grave
So many lies, such deceit
It's well past time to unseat
Those Law-fakers ~ Hold the fire to their feet
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