child on a swing souring skyward - frozen mountain peak slices through iced clouds
Tasmanian Devil like, is how my brain does behave
But calm and peace are all that I crave
Not seeking material riches, just want internal stillness
Can be tiring intermittently fighting an invisible illness
Hard sometimes when sitting down to reflect
How did this happen, what did I do, what did I neglect
Often wonder if the excessive drinking caused me harm
Whatever the reason, the brain is unable to maintain much sense of calm
Never want to be a burden, causing loved ones sadness or tension
So if I get to a place of having no real comprehension
When the eyes are staring but there’s nothing to see
Be strong with hard decisions, is how I’d like you to be
When the lights go out, forget the darkness if possible please
Just smile on good memories like a warm summer breeze
I won’t be happy until I’m tangled in your love forever.
I told you to be patient.
So I’m driving around in circles thinking about you.
Do you hear me now, cause I have been screaming my lungs out.
You’re too good for me, I’m too bad to keep.
I really don’t care the cost, you’re the one holding me down.
No air in my lungs, trying to breathe now; I want to scream now, I want to reach out.
As sure as I live, this love that I give is gunna be yours until the day that I die.
No question if you say so.
I think I saw you in my sleep darling.
Tell you that I’m fine but everyday you’re on my mind.
Start this fire, fuel my desire.
If I opened but my heart for you to stay.
You can take my life, all you need, make me right.
I sit alone and watch the clock.
Distance between us has been so confined.
I like the pain so put your hands around my neck.
Hold me like a hostage.
You’re a mess, I’m a wreck.
Crucified by love.
Just hold my heart and call it home; touch my soul, I’m only yours.
Take my hand, take my whole life too.
And now our souls were intertwined, I’ve left you here to wonder why.
I haven’t left my house in days
With everything else I’ve tried the anxiety still lingers
My dreams wound me and my nightmares mock me
Was it never meant to be?
My friends stopped asking for me when I disappeared for months on end
It’s too late now
My supplies are running out
I’ll need to face the sun
The pandemic has certainly changed our lives,
But it shouldn’t change who we are, inside.
The vast majority of us will survive,
So, we must not live our lives being terrified.
So, we isolate ourselves for a while.
It’s for our own safety, as well as others.
We change our routine, but do it with a smile.
Don’t let this situation make you feel smothered.
Will our lives ever be the same again?
Of course not; it happens to each generation.
We will get through this, just as they did then.
Patience is how we stay safe in our nation.
The Red Skull had the cosmic cube
for what seemed to be an eternity
but Captain America wrestled it from him
dropping it to the bottum of the sea
It's good that it's now hidden
down away from everyone
since bringing thoughts to reality
is way more danger than fun
But will it ever be recovered
along with the Red Skull's life
and when it does return
will it bring us strife
Yes is the answer
as many more tales will be told
of this cosmic cube
and it's master dressed in gold
18.81
“The sage neither yearns for fulfilment
nor frets over non-attainment
His mind is cool
and brimming with sweetness”
Desire being for connecting
Not for attaining
For if the connection is seamless
We are in divine entwined blissfulness
(23-August-2019)
~~~
Verse revisited on 11-March-2022
Be our seeking relate to this world external ephemeral
Or of benedictions manifest within the body internal
As long as an identity claims ownership on boons
In deep hypnotic trance our awareness swoons
Failing to recognise the universe’s within us
Thus outcomes any, why for make a fuss
Delighting as petals of heart lotus blossom
Unveiling Christ consciousness in our bosom
Revealing soul’s God-essence as spirit unbound
Imbibing love by touch, with our feet on holy ground
Lower mind drops away and with it disappears desire
In but not of the world, our blissful aliveness, a living fire
Salvation is such a real longing
for those having real godly hope
holding onto God's precious promises
looking for comfort enabling to cope
Wineskin in the smoke that's what it feels
no matter what never forget the Lord
in His word do trust all of the day
whatever time it takes hold His chord
Endurance must be prolonged so
come Lord my persecutors show hate
judge them soon bring righteousness
to point them to heavens gate
Pitfalls await dug by my accusers
who deny your law full of lies
the Lord's word so packed in truth
help me please hear my cries
Feeling almost beat on this earth
but I won't neglect your word ever
your love is always true and sure
that makes me listen to God's flowing river
(This is my " Psalm 119 project" which I began to write a couple of years ago, so this is the eleventh poem of twenty-two poems I've written over that time to cover all of Psalm 119.)
Beginning with perception
Of seeming separation
We infuse empathy to feel
With full uninhibited appeal
Including each nuance subtle
Through dispassion spherical
The pulse of joy & pain
The wax & wane
In each & every other being
By resonance so feeling
This practice not mindfulness
Or pretended kindness
But rather singularity of awareness
Unifying with Absolute consciousness
14-August-2020
flowers
beginning to bloom
completion
springtime
hat thrown in air
graduate
time
ticking of clock
fifty years
pictures
album open
past memories
the road
well traveled
worn path
what is this
a surprise?
a welcome
return:
my heart
flutters
in
anticipation
joy
wells
within,
overflows
in tears
drowns
the past..
with love
inspired by clip of Chopin no 2 op31
When we are 81
And still joined at the hIP
Husband and Wife
With the love of my life
I would fear death with every increasingly shallow breath
Because you are my very meaning of life
My reason to wake
My eternity lake
A sacred journey
proof of humans love and faith
World fights for justice
http://www.howmanysyllables.com 5-7-5
25.04.2016
- Sun :)
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COPLA 81 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
Bad Guys perforce ressort to prayer
They pray to augment the harm they wreak :
Should Good Guys pray
Who then assesses prayer power
Who dispenses what Bad Guys seek :
How fare the lay
All the evidence is in the genes
Just as the Earth’s in ocean cells :
Bad Guys impose
If Good Guys react by all means
Out of season all by themselves :
World’ll decompose
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
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