Facilitating The Facility
Solid structures should stay outside where they belong
With a firm facility of understanding occupational standards
In their simplicity of design
Edifices don’t build themselves in wildernesses
No one does
It’s not civilized
Loud noises must be nurtured in the city
To appreciate the sacrifice
The road to success is always under construction
Edifices have to rise above it all
Iron buildings need to breathe in rust
By starting from the outside in
And stand alone in the metropolis
Or else they don’t
Utilized to work in their basic functionality
Buildings take on the life of corporations, homes and offices
Certain to house nobility in the structure of their intent
To stand forever with or without rent
They need not speak
Unless they’re spoken to
Being affiliated with architects and engineers
Gives them a certain air of prominence and prestige
Sky scrapers rise with lofty names
Towering in affluence fills their halls with purpose
Facilitating the facility is under way
They rise with loud noises and voices to the sky
a hardly morbid paper mache crane full
of jolly rancher candies.
blindfolded children wildly
swinging bats on the backporch.
the wise sit back and drink
diet shasta grapefruit soda.
few understood the sky to be sheathed
in paper constantly burning.
such an exquisite sacrifice...
inside in the livingroom an old victorian
couch smells of mouthballs and
aged sunshine.
inanimately standing there in its
four legged stance.
objects like this caused many to sin in
the wildernesses of sinai.
some gathered perspective
others did not.
burst goes the belly of a
brightly colored papyrus crane.
busy goes the little fingers picking
up the candies tumbling out.
Alchemy
All that gathers are dreams and lust.
Yet we both recollect to dust.
Snarls and entrapments our enemies conceive.
Smiles and smirks; they all deceive.
Come onto me and never betray.
Speedily swift and never delay.
The long-lasting love, hidden is, within fortresses.
Seekers we are, dwelling within whimsical wildernesses.
Trust me, do you? Do you have faith?
I will never disappoint. Promise, I do; in comfort we bathe.
The doubters say we live an enchantment.
They criticize and condemn the lovers’ entailment.
Fly and soar we will.
Laugh and cry upon happiness’s hill.
Live and die together we shall,
Because you’re my only love and truest pal.
I've dreamed an admirable dream,
To touch the monolith's of Stone Hedge,
And understand their meaning.
What a bounty of knowledge have these
Once cave dwelling people leave us
As their legacy.
A hovel's kindred, whom came from
The darkness within the earthen tomb,
To experience the sun light, at the day
Break of a new age dawning.
Not a transparent reality as now,
But an evergreen world, for them
To utilize.
An Eden to explore, a wild untamed
Wildernesses, calling to them come
See what I have to offer thee.
Oh what would I give to see this
Wondrous place, where wild life roamed free.
This is my dream,
What would I give, everything???
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
02-10-2014
It’s a wilderness we live in, though it may look lush and green;
It’s a wilderness we life in; life is not all that it seems.
There’s a wilderness of pleasure and it may last for awhile,
But it soon can turn to sorrow and not make us want to smile.
There’s the wilderness of money—my, how that attracts us so!
But the money soon can fail us; then where else can we there go?
There’s the wilderness of fortune, popularity, and fame,
But a name that may grow famous without God will lead to shame.
There’s the wilderness we live in! Stepping back to see it all
Shows so many awful places into which a soul can fall.
So as we face now life’s great challenge and its wildernesses, too,
There is only one sure answer and one thing that we should do:
Let the Lord lead through the trappings of the wilderness of sin
And rely on His Holy Spirit who now dwells with you within.
He will help you make decisions in your wilderness today
That will build your life and spirit and to help you not to stray.
Serving the warrant
( By S.Jagathsimhan Nair)
Today I cry to this dry dust
Of these paths that silently merge
With the scalded mud of these huts.
I cry in the name of all men
Who are not home as yet, driving
Trucks or boats or whatever in
Nameless listless wildernesses
Who can’t leave an address while away
But have erred and left one with law
Somewhere which doesn’t leave them now
Today I carry the govt’s
Threats and warrants to their women
Who break into piteous wails
As I utter their near ones’ names.
Quelling a rising storm inside
They stagger their private pains once more
Broken heart poem(old) for PD on 30 Mar 13
In this dust settled after much
Strife in some dumb past with the Dutch
By this port a rare vessel visits
As if by mistake or memory lapse
I locate houses only their neighbours
Know, and sell law’s bitterness
To these bitter-gourds of earth while
Mewling kids keep tugging at their clothes.
I am in turn as dry as this dust
And as parched as their crackling throats
I am today these dark seas whose roar
Is my stiff word and wan silence.
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The serpent or illusion, is the the mind’s imagination, that led us away from our
Agape fact. Into a fictitious world of the wildernesses of our minds. This wilderness was
invented by the imagination of the mind.
We are unconscious of our Agape fact, unaware by our lower mind’s logic, lost in the
reasoning of fictitious imaginations of the mind’s invention. We are for the most part,
unconscious of our paranormal heritage, lost in an invented consciousness of mind’s
logic.This lower consciousness of mind’s logic, is incapable of the higher logic of the
paranormal essence, being on the level of only the natural manifestation. We are, for the
most part, paranormally unconscious, if you will, lost from the paranormal, conscious only of
the natural. We are living from our mind’s illusion, and not from our Agape fact. We need to
be fully conscious of the paranormal and subconscious of the natural so as to regain our
cosmic(spiritual) minds. For the Agape mind, of which I speak, is well able to govern natural
minds. For the nature is Agape, freedom and fairness on a level for all concerned!!!!!
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