Angels ramble through fire like lilies in blaze,
Blaze defeating their nimbuses like traitors of shame,
Shame grips to their wings like smolder in the air,
Air weighty as distress, yet they upsurge in prayer.
Prayer cascades in the night like stars into darkness,
Darkness cloaks them like manacles, yet they sparkle with nimble,
Nimble delicate as glass in an oven of deceits,
Deceits blister all around them, still blimey persists.
Such is a societal life of a good man
Man living the toxicity of his woman at home
Home supposed to be his heaven.
Poem by Mugisho N.
Demons in Heaven whispered of excitement,
Excitement in the hearts of men with craving,
Craving to fragment the ties of families,
Families torn apart, yet silence within.
Within the galleries where cherubs cry,
Cry for the households men aborted to keep,
Keep was broken, yet peace was found,
Found in the ashes that covered the ground.
Ground where the demons pirouetted with style,
Style in the decay of each sacred place,
Place of destruction, yet calm would upsurge,
Upsurge of odd harmony under crushed firmaments.
Poem by N. Mugisho
Blowing a whistle out of nowhere,
a warning at the witching hour.
It’s meant for a rooster’s crow,
not a moonlit silence.
Tea kettle alarms
start an upsurge.
Shift your eyes
to the
void.
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Unmet expectations strike hard,
hurting where they languish long.
Unkept promises are blows earned,
hitting where they find no resistance.
Unkind words are slashes harsh,
ripping through the calm conscience.
The dormant volcano within the soul
then gets the upsurge of melted psychic mantle
in the crust of brittle tolerance,
that collapses in the caldera cradling the vent,
reaching the magma chamber in the core.
The soul erupts the lava in the wild,
burns the gentle patience as it flows.
Uncontrolled, it blazes the heart,
undowsed, it singes the sane senses.
The smoke billows up thick and intense,
clouds the deranged essence.
Words rise like Sphinx from the toxic ashes,
perish the patient face of mental restraint.
The flame surges in the stream of neurons,
no longer the carrier of conformist signals.
From the volcanic inferno of the soul
the erupted fiery lava called anger flows
in the torrents of blistering words,
scalding whatever comes in the way,
blazing a furrow for the reticent life.
The cosmic egg splits, wherefrom two forms emerge,
the polarities of Self, male and female,
who seek to unite as of soul’s innate urge,
so descending from head to heart, they set sail,
where their union results in a bliss upsurge,
after which the brew of dark desires seems stale.
Likening head to ego and heart to God,
we stoop to conquer, when we give love our nod.
Before the onset of an urge,
arising from desire's upsurge,
looking at it as a dream form,
that impulse, in the void we merge.
Our soul's intent is pure and warm
but ego's role is to deform
the mist of bliss seeking to rise,
that touched by love we may transform.
Softening the look of our eyes,
embracing each offered surprise,
seeking nothing, we just look on.
as God's grace takes us to new highs.
The discarded dead find an unused beauty,
an afterlife that curls, re births,
tunnels and reshapes -
a mulching of a former season's thin bones.
Mortality buds from an emptiness
long before the seed encloses it,
a mottled mold unwinds death to life.
See the genetics of the unseen,
see the shedding and replenishing,
a branching polymorphic architecture
that constantly furrows and gardens
the grave.
A self-determined choreography
of stemless minds, the unseen labor
before the upsurge, before the foundation
and the root.
surfing the bardo between mind and heart
former ego and the latter our soul
presence is suffused with a bliss upsurge
divine magnetism enlivening form
enabling us with the vast void to merge
BAROQUISTA lanfranc rubens pozzo
emotions
in concert
inviting
participation
in
illusions
of colour
to
upsurge
the
spiritual
in
a florid
naturalism
of
uncomplicated
iconography
clarity
balancing
harmony
rendering
movement
of both movement
&passion
superimposed
in
flickering
fervour
supply
ample, abundant
issuing, procuring, replenishing
surplus, provision, necessity, upsurge
requesting, expecting, satisfying
desired, requisite
demand
Soul’s innate creative urge,
causes in heart, an upsurge,
creating in space, a rhythm,
throbbing in mind-body prism.
Entwined with the universe,
our mind then conjures a verse,
which ego claims as its own,
although seeds are by soul sown.
Attuned to love’s vibration,
unique is each creation,
penning patterns on paper,
the way we like to caper.
The music’s not our handwork,
so we best wipe off our smirk,
but nevertheless since we’re here,
we let the fragrance draw near.
Just like petals in full bloom,
soul’s vibrance too likes to zoom,
which works for poets like us,
joyous aboard God’s bliss bus.
Unicorn...with pearl horn,
Unsurpassed flying wings
Using chaste white beauty
Unleashing dreamy spells
Upon all hearts and minds.
Unspoken thoughts of you
Upsurge sweet harmonies.
innate aliveness pulsates
renewing soul’s creative urge
inspirations inflow by resonance
heart radiates bliss beats upsurge
all of creation then is a collaboration
between the soul and the universe
no entity can claim authorship
over the final emoted verse
Once head and heart merge
Our creative urge
In jest
Chooses to emerge
As soul’s muse upsurge
To test
Whether we diverge
Or still do converge
Then rest
It’s time we confessed
That our zeal and zest
Innate
Is because we’re blessed
And our fears addressed
Abate
No load on our chest
We rise to the crest
Create
Tomorrow’s too late
Why for should we wait
To rise
Heart is heaven’s gate
Where bliss beats gyrate
Fear dies
Call it luck or fate
Freedom is soul’s state
We prize
14-March-2023
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