Friday, September 04, 2015

OF GOD AND HIS


The bees know of God
they feel his fragrance
in the flowers and nector
as it casts forgiveness
on they that dare breath



In the fern and the fractals
the crystalline dew drops
form a mist that veils
the world within and joy without
to the perceptive
a joy untold oft unfolds

THE MIRRORED BEWILDERMENT



That all knowledge hitherto
Is but smoke rising
An effacing shadow
Upon the cave walls
Where prisoners sing in jest
To crown the sharp among these
And name them king


I fancy those mirrored walls
That tower about me
I see all I must and more
But to this there is more
This but a hypnosis realm
A world of illusions
A place of bewilderment

And so i journey to the waters
And see myself reflected
The moon and the stars
I climb to the summit
To behold the sun
And submit to her splendor
She illuminates my sight
As truth lights my knowledge

THE ENUNCIATION



Let thy tongue
Churn the waves like Neptune
To bring forth the envy
of the moonlit lunatics
Lull the masses with diction
Let them delve deep
And know thy soul



Articulate thy vehement feelings
To bring forth the inner sophist
Whose logic is beyond reproach
Words hold the means to meaning
Pregnant with potential
Ensnare their essence
String your words like a master poet
And throw your listeners into utter frenzy

The world is for the orators
Whose speech hold sway
Find them forever enthroned
In the minds of their followers
Like a message etched in stone
They are this world's master
Those that muster creative talk
Our minds, their playground

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

CHECKMATE

I want to find home
A place of still desire
Where ravenous ambition is slain
And hidra heads lie smote
Upon the alter of mortality
Give myself entirely
To such a blissful existence

Or shall I forever wander
In a wilderness of depravity
Riddled by guilt and deep darkness
Wherever I look about me
Melting shadows smother my peace
The desire to rise above
Is a thought in the wind
A hesitant shrug
The herald is upon my door
The die has been cast
And not a gambit up my sleeve
The fork unwinds menacingly
Daring me to make a damning step.

tread lightly

TREAD LIGHTLY
a silhouted citadel
Rises beyond the shadows
Behold my live beating heart
Let the love chains open a trap door
Muster all your grace
And walk in with pois
But watch out!
There is a moat below.

You gaze and what you see
A plain product of ordinary means
Not the sharpest knife for the honing
Not unlike this visage
As a scarecrow in a morbid rhythm
Subject only to the winds whim
Or as a retired dogs gaze
But watch out!
The teeth will bite.

The tendency to utterly dismiss
The exceptionally mundane
Is your forte
A commoner in their element
For the universe is mostly simplistic
With time it turns complex, then chaotic
I'm a bit of both
So watch out!

There is more to this man.
Of rush and all things haste,
Trend lightly
And enigma will unshroud her riddles.
And all mysteries will be laid bare.

Sunday, March 08, 2015

a love self similar

the more i learn of you
more details emerge
i'm gently fascinated
as a twig in a mighty tree
i cling on to your eternity
never to know of your vastness
nor comprehend your humility
and still...

symmetrically you twirl
an endless whip of creation
mother of my child
and how you resemble your own
a tree of life
and how apt its named
a bifurcation of my thoughts
on your beautiful chaos
you amaze me still...

on the anvil of conjuration
the deity left a thumb print
and she flaunts her majesty
like a queen of peacocks
she is poised for her pick
amongst a throng of men
a king to know of her
and share her diadem
i remain still...

our love knows infinity
i the patient study
beside my pedagogue
we knock on the heavenly gate
to steal a glance
of the grand architect
of a love so strong
a love self similar
tranquil as the calm waters
but below ebbing still.

Wednesday, February 04, 2015

We drink to sobriety

when life ocassion
much goes awry
insanity pervades
you see the self proclaimed sane
slaves of the chaos
whose shackles unseen
even by the perceptive
and they drink to sanity

cheers to living
sadness is either poured
or contained
to the former a drink necessitated
the later kills the self
a vicious choice
we drink to sanity
and let it all flow

many may die in trance
we live for the same
we know gods plans
when he drank in Galilee

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