party morning
and we have ascribed to you
your inapprehensible walking
except by lucky guess between
these hedgerows
in languages so far distorted
among dragonflies and flies
we are closed distance
as those houses missing
after the excavation
seek a way out
yet self-doubt chokes
fears grout the soul
Is this shared imagination?
Thoughts of you, temptation,
Love is our human condition,
Smiles or hell, fun or perdition,
Cupid fired--such precision,
Romance is not a decision,
Stay in love, enduring charms,
Dreaming bliss in your arms,
Trust the magic, my advice,
Loving you, don't think twice,
Bless all our pleasure,
Today we shall always treasure!
This frail feeling of worldly fate
Drowning and fast fading, mortal and degrading
This voice, his lips on my ear; whispering,
Hurtful hate; feeding on fear
These choices, crucial, turning life into a surreal blur of chaos
Dreadful moments just waiting to occur
The darkness pounces on my soul wrapping and clawing its way to my mind,
There is something very valuable to find
For a most Holy Spirit is guarding my hallowed heart
And the daunting demons have yet to part
Why does love come with crying? When its totality settles in and the sacrifice is known, how else could it be? Love, so happenstance, making itself fodder for blues music, and it will break your heart! Serving as the culmination of something larger than ourselves and making our lives worth living for. Just ask all those who have gone before us, those who have found its sublimity and those who haven't. It is what holds this world together. Boats and warplanes are named after loved ones, as the pilots might not see their loved ones again. Since the dawn of man, because of the importance of children in their lives, making love even that more iconic, it has ranked up there with wars in the eyes of the beholders, and its final beating will come with the crying of all those who loved its owner, left with but the memories of its grandeur, a simple kiss, and a heartfilled look in the eye!
A Doctor talks about my condition
as if reading a textbook in his head.
He even pauses like he is turning a page.
There is a large black fly
that keeps bouncing off the clinics window.
I 'm distracted, its head must be hard,
its eyes must be crystal.
Thump buz, thump buzz,
thump buzzz.
I have a headache.
My own eyes are kind of compound
mostly I see in facets,
even sand is prismatic to me.
The Doctor has stopped talking,
he is looking at me,
wondering why I have no questions.
After an awkward pause:
"You do understand this condition will worsen?"
The fly keeps bashing it head against the glass.
Thump buz.... thump buzz....thump buzzz....
Obviously, it wants in.
Now we are both staring at the crazy fly.
A humid silence bounces around
in my head.
My butt is beginning to sweat on the plastic chair,
soon I might,
ever so slightly,
purse my lips
and buzz off.
I see a problem with religion,
It's like a competition,
You can't just slip in.
They want you to fit in.
To help heal your sin.
"You can stay, on One Condition."
Tything an imposition,
Sects creating division,
Trying to see who will win.
What if GOD has a different mission?
Just listen to your intuition,
Not their newest edition,
Or blindly follow tradition.
Have the ambition,
Become a new addition,
A true Magician.
An end to all suspicion.
Put fear in remission.
God's the physician,
In the perfect position,
To bring dreams to fruition.
Come join the Coalition,
Life is the auditon,
Your the Musician.
Love is the ammunition,
To defeat opposition.
This is Your rendition,
You give it definition,
And GOD gets the recognition.
The one and only condition.
There are enough religions in this world
to promote hatred, disputes
over pride and vanity... and insufficient spirituality
on the part of men to
promote peace and love among all...!
The pain I had is gone,
I can't feel, I'm numb inside.
At least my eyes are dry,
All of my tears I have cried.
My heart was so badly broken,
It hasn't healed back together.
It is in a very fragile condition,
There's nothing it can weather.
Maybe at some point in the future,
When my heart has had time to heal,
If the numbness will go away,
Then we'll talk about how I feel.
If I ever get over this heartbreak,
I promise I will still love you.
But if my heart doesn't survive,
Our lives will be through.
in bondage to social etiquette, our heart paused
spontaneity was stifled, innocence was lost
we wandered earth like a soulless ghost
love betrayal came at a heavy cost
glorifying body cage we live in
truth of our Self remaining unknown
accustomed to trauma bonding with pain
we denied God’s light even after we were shown
Nothing is about us..is it, yet we can feel or maybe hide better than the next,
But what is the point of hiding if we can express those feelings at best,
I've often said it's not me, but then how could I possibly relate,
And really if it wasn't me at all, how could I even partially try to explain,
The mirror shares secrets we bury deep inside,
But are we willing to see our own while we're able to see into their eyes,
The openness to share is a daring door to open,
Because it is the key that unlocks answers to many of the hearts conditions.
Within the lucid dream, we believed as true,
the villainous character we had assumed
but though it was acting, our actions we rue,
because we are now by it’s darkness consumed.
We have become the demon we created,
which we see now needs to be decimated,
so ego death seems to be the only way,
to reclaim inner light, by ceasing to sway.
Fire, fire, burning bright,
weaving shadows from the night,
how did mortal man learn to
unlock the secrets within you?
From what darker, distant past
did we emerge, free at last,
once we'd learned to tame then free
thy flaming volatility?
For the magic of your light
gave us ways to fend off night,
steal back daylight, and explore
lands unseen by man before.
Fire, with your powers near,
we outshone our darkest fears
so that, in caves, we could start
making works of timeless art.
What hand or eye or mind was first
moved to quench deeper, inner thirsts;
to–with pigment, coal, or chalk–
imbue their Self upon the rock?
So, with these powers over dark,
one last thought was left to spark,
as we, through art, learned to see
our true immortality.
we sense spirit indwelling form
whose light is shrouded by ego
it should not be as such yet it is
until fears and desires we let go
bondage to form
desires storm heart
deforming soul
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