CYBER LIFE
My stamen a purple flare of Light
lit from Galactic Sun
igniting me for an hour or a day
a week or month, who knows ?
Portholes open ever so slightly
Time truly an illusion
Between petals I zoom extracting
nectar for cloaking against
cyber pistols, unpeelings
invasions, unveilings, insertions
with fire eating flesh
A joke tastes of poison
Moon a metallic observer
Buttons, knobs, numbers, clicks
My babes in their Pleiadian pods
incubated quietly like geraniums
in the backyard
Radiants swirl down marbled stairways
No corridors or medbeds touched
trained so on a faraway planet
Sheets folded in symphony
without speck, sparkle or frequency
We were strapped
Plutonians commanded
destruction
Tails chopped or dissolved
pendulums swung
A silent silvery slippery kiss
below a peppered moustache
pats on backs for a job
well done
My stamen wilted into mauve
Galactic Sun still waits
for me, as I return
to civilian couch
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2022
"impassioned colors"
from the moment we held each other's hand
known is the meaning of impassioned colors
soar do we with emotion taking us far away
each touch leads to our private chamber
exclusive whispers play over and over
unveilings draw us dangerously near
under the guide and warmth of sun and moon
unbroken are our held hands that caress
each trust is heard seen and felt
making love's journey worth unfolding
through all expressions of love
we carry the scent of us in celebration
together bewitched and hypnotized are we
impassioned colors will light forevermore
SkyWatcher
03-22-22
It was not I that unveiled her beauty.
The model waiting to enter a camera lens
fusses over a shoulder strap and steps out.
Did I see a veil fall?
The crying girl beneath was erased in an instant
as she felt eyes upon her, it vanished
where she pouted and posed.
Maybe I was mistaken, maybe I’m and old romantic,
seeking something not there,
but I do see her alone with her dressing table mirror,
listening to the glass image, telling it not to cry so.
Exasperated she rises and walks to a window.
There is a man in the distance, he is away
from the crowded street.
He is waving to her.
I imagine I am Peter Pan bringing home the lost girls.
Though she sees only a small boy
and wonders why the child is all alone in the park
crying.
Then she remembers her own secret image
and understands.
Is it only in the mind hidden by facial disorder..
Underneath The Mask
Decorations, masterpieces, disguises, unveilings, out of the mind of disbelief wrecking with thoughts unseen
Non-existence deluded masks of retention, dishonor lack of realistic power, fragments of one's own imagination hidden from reality...
Underneath The Mask
In the pursuit of happiness, equity, anticipation, determination & revelation under the surface beyond hidden trenches of make believe, so easily deceived by the mask deceivers...
Underneath The Mask
A journey all alone struck to the walls of misguided illusions tossed and turned from wall to wall in and out of time and in and out of space
Underneath The Mask
Where there is no peace to be found only make believe Underneath the Mask
Break out...break out from those walls of mass destruction, breakout, breakout I say again...
"Breakout from Underneath The Mask"
SONNET XIV
I SING OF HIS FAITHFULNESS
Since Childhood have I severally been told
That the Blessed Mind Knows Gratitude
Till lately, this has been more of a Mystery
That His Promises are there,
That He is good with ever enduring Mercies
That for me, He works all things for good.
The Grace that gave me all I deserved not,
And His Mercies that exempt me from Karma
That it all comes from Him
That by me, all has gone exacly as planned; No,
But; He has daily led me to the expected end
Beyond what Eyes have seen or Ears heard
The Light I’ve seen I’ll share
I’ll sing of His Faithfulness.
@DECEMBER 2016/ ©M.H.O.G Unveilings
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