The brits most popular surname
Is varying each year
In 50s popular was Jones
Our time it is Patel
Nguen will soon take over Alabama
New Jersey represents Odessa Mama
Adolf exaggerating slightly bit
But humor this implies you learn Ivrit
Ivrit is Hebrew transliteration
All this the studies serves the healthying the NATION
System and Nature balance demands
If we attacked by ANT the servers
SO they are tasked
What do we task them with
Preservation of cultures important
Diasporas, gardens,
INDEPENDENCE at least
Teaches us dropping black white BIPOLAR
And solve problem
BUMPING OUR CYBER FIST
If you felt joyful
Your LIMIT would be met
The cyber is more clever
Do and
TAKE PART in OUR INIT
My mind is a prism.
Ridges of plexiglass.
Angles with multiple hues varying on where the light hits.
Some angles have no light hitting them at all.
But it doesn’t mean that those are less appealing.
Just more challenging to interpret.
We often overlook the shadows in our mind.
Giving them no credit for leading us to the transformative colors on the other side.
It is within life’s deepest complexities that the soul unearths its rarest treasures.
So why wait to unearth yours?
“Love can change a person’s life, leave him breathless, either building him or breaking him”~ By Poet
* * * *
Cupid the great archer,
Shoots his arrow heedless!
On some, it cuts through the heart.
On some others, it only scrapes through.
On a few, it misses the target.
Once shot down, it leaves one breathless.
Heart trumpeting, shifting from one beat to another,
Rhythmically, making it pound quicker.
Opens in one the inlets of pleasure.
It makes one ecstatic and foolish,
With thoughts disjointed, emotions running amok.
Spirit confounded and compounded.
It is madness, a pleasant kind of madness!
It comes and goes, leaving one breathless.
Guts highjacked by anxiety or ecstasy,
Always in throes of a pleasant ache,
Making the heart run a race, keeping one on his toes!
Love starts differently in varying intensity,
But it ends in a familiar way, in the same manner.
The sweetness ends,
infatuation dies,
sour taste lingers,
boredom persists!
With varying degrees of intensity,
my internal war rages on.
Freedom of choice vs. obligation to others,
a conflict that’s been fought since time’s dawn.
The battle requires a decision to be made
that personal responsibility must mediate.
Choosing a position to take is juxtaposed
to choosing a position to abdicate.
The skirmish renews each morning,
since the tempest percolates whilst I sleep.
There’s no option that involves fleeing
because the repercussion would echo too deep.
I long for a palatable solution,
which could usher in welcomed peace.
But my internal war will continue raging on,
'til I find an existential release.
My life at stake and I didn’t realize
Where there’s truth there are lies,
That good could come from bad
Sorrow from what makes you glad,
Life sets us in many varying guises
deceit in her smile, malice in her eyes.
Life is one long stretch of compromise
Hard to break free before one’s demise,
Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all hearsay
Life and death come and go but one way.
Trapped in time it’s hard to get away
To whom does this come? Lord, I pray
I must get out of here, must sever all ties
change my identity and assume a disguise;
With one heartbeat short, one breath away
The mighty death, Oh, is but held at bay.
God Proper
is pure Light and
Love –
as long as
man declares division,
governs by lesser-ego,
setting God apart
from himself – then,
God divided
manifests presence
as opposing elements
of positive and negative
charges –
(however, magnetic attraction
will always be present
regardless – a universal constant)
then, best attempt at harmony~
would be, balance by way
of managed distance --
whether man is aware
or not,
creation is always one
with its creator, all substance
varying degrees of divine consciousness – Universal
mind)
man using divisive nature, at the same
time thinking himself separate~ appendages
of imagined individuality while on an indivisible
body of Universal Presence – actual division is
illusion of consciousness – it only exists
mentally --
when man accepts
Christ-consciousness --
closer he moves
toward sentient association
with his indwelling divinity --
Acquiescence to
Christ’s lead does not manifest as loss of
volition...but, to the contrary, such surrender
becomes gateway for heightened personification
of Kinship with The Father Godhead --
Opportunities come in varying disguises
Chances missed always causes disgusts
Nevertheless, time always is evolving.
The wheel can't be reinvented but requires
improving
Too Many Too Late. Time and chance has passed.
The next generation will seize the moment that is paused.
(Written 12th March, 2025)
God is many things
Among those, an artist
The sky, his blank canvas
Sprinkled with hue of varying intensities
The sun
A golden fiery orb
Emitting light for all to see
To me, it's pure symbolism of
What Jesus is
And what we should strive to be
To be the light of the world
Not being consumed by the darkness
Of the worldly ones
I fail, and I stumble
Trying to keep up with society's ideals
Wear this, say that, do this
It's a controversial thought, but
Let's live how God intended
Spreading love!!
The moon the sun's faithful partner
The silver glow of the moon
casts a soft, ethereal light
over the landscape,
creating a tranquil ambience
that invites reflection and peace.
To me, the moon symbolises
Finding beauty in the darkest of times
Not the vague superficial type of beauty
Only looking at looks for looking sake
None not in any way
But to look upon the beauty of souls
Of hearts and of the mind
Truly I believe
God is an artist
The Pool Shark
Double or nothing
I go for the gold.
I meet with the devil
and sell him my soul.
Content with the knowledge
I will win it all.
I let him guide me
to the pool hall table.
Dressed in my white suit
with Panama hat.
I stand with my cue
and watch my sucker rack.
As I line up my shot
I hear bets exchanged.
Their values are spoken
with a varying range.
With a gleam in my eye
I strike the cue ball
And watch as my shot
caused the three ball to fall.
I pump my fist in glee
for I called the side pocket
In the ball shot like a
red fiery rocket.
My skills went down hill
and I lost all my cash.
The rest of my game
had gone into the trash.
As I slunk out the door
Old Scratch was waiting for me.
Your soul is mine now
he said with great glee.
As we walked off to hades
that burn with fierce fire.
I sadly learned to deal with the devil
I should never have believed that crafty old liar.
I can write poems on the sky
By my imagination's eye;
Pray for the pretty words to say;
They always come and fade away.
As I eat thoughts like bananas,
Asian fruit and chimichangas,
The words just spill from inside me,
Free and varying in degree.
There are things about me which are unknown
by many of the people that I know.
Memories I treasure are etched in stone.
These gems stored in my brain still brightly glow.
My days of youth and sunshine so divine
are padparadscha sapphires, with a hue
beyond compare. In orange-pink they shine
along with turquoise varying in blue.
In ebony, nights of romance are etched
inside my mind, forever to live on.
I wish that one night longer had been stretched
into citrine or heliodor dawn.
Each happy ruby red or diamond day
I've lived since then cannot be whisked away.
To write of her is effortless
The words they flow with ease
My heart poured out on paper
In varying degrees
Some are lilting love songs
As gentle as a breeze
While some tempestuous snowstorms
So passionate are these
But all are meant for someone
I only want to please
Whose smile is the cat's meow
The lady overseas
modest in stature, yet
meaningful to many.
Mystically adorning
multiple cultures, its
motif varying from
mourning to offering,
misfortune to blessing.
My life at stake and I didn’t realize
Where there’s truth there are lies,
That good would come from bad
Sorrow from what makes you glad,
Life sets us in many varying guises
deceit in her smile, malice in her eyes.
Life is one long stretch of compromise
Hard to break free before one’s demise,
Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all hearsay
Life and death come and go but one way.
Trapped in time it’s hard to get away
To whom does this come? Lord, I pray
I must get out of here, must sever all ties
change my identity and assume a disguise...
With one heartbeat short, one breath away
The mighty death, Oh, is but held at bay!
Take one more step and you will die
She hesitated her foot lingering in the air
Turning her gaze behind her
Trust me one more time Hop
The look of concern sprawling over his face
He was young a bit unkempt
His eyes seemed to undulate in varying shades
Just hop
She smiled as she surrendered to his whim
Thinking just a prank played
It was a bee she noticed
wings unbalanced
but unmoving
She reached a finger
prodding the insect in space
I can explain
She swivelled her head
No motion of any kind from anything
She could see the slivers of sunlight
Her legs for a moment
Shivered and dropped her to the ground
Sorry but your the first person who listened
He smiled as he offered her his hand
I am an Ender
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