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2/30
Removing of the Veil
And in these stars I see
Turning being - Frequencies of seeing
Plentitudes, once eluding solitudes of solitary query
Elements-sent to ashes, become flowers, pristine
All the questing - Into questioning
Depths of walks - Into self talks: Self stalked
Every day everything appearing, everything vanishing
Deep into emptiness caressed atoms unlocked
Physical form as fading norm, one with the storm
Spine aligning, shapes and signs - Shaped and signed
Life divine, divinity, lines of infinity, implored in storms-stormed
What was absorbed, unraveling, space traveling out of time
Becoming one with the universal mind alignment realigned
Epicenters become centered – Illumination in every door entered
Every dormancy in every latency shimmering upon seas of see
Each formation of existence as preparation for revelations
Convex of dissolving context wielded by unified fields
Thoughts
Feels
Roads
Wheels
Drifting clouds – Shifting shrouds, pale reason pale:
Removing of the veil.
Removing of the Veil
And in these stars I see
Turning being - Frequencies of seeing
Plentitudes, once eluding solitudes of solitary query
Elements-sent to ashes, become flowers, pristine
All the questing - Into questioning
Depths of walks - Into self talks: Self stalked
Every day everything appearing, everything vanishing
Deep into emptiness caressed atoms unlocked
Physical form as fading norm, one with the storm
Spine aligning, shapes and signs - Shaped and signed
Life divine, divinity, lines of infinity, implored in storms-stormed
What was absorbed, unraveling, space traveling out of time
Becoming one with the universal mind alignment realigned
Epicenters become centered – Illumination in every door entered
Every dormancy in every latency shimmering upon seas of see
Each formation of existence as preparation for revelations
Convex of dissolving context wielded by unified fields
Thoughts
Feels
Roads
Wheels
Drifting clouds – Shifting shrouds, pale reason pale:
Removing of the veil.
2/30
CONFLUENCE REDEFINED
The stag with its elaborate antlers
worn distanced from their magnificence
munched fodder in a non-combative way
though gazing around ever wary of attack
gave an appearance of living at peace
The hunter with a gun, dismantled
and rebuilt for smooth action in pursuance
of sport, reflected on a difficult day
wished life was easier with wind-in-the-back:
intensity struggle to finally cease
The two never met — their paths never crossed:
well, consider that, then — nothing was lost.
CONFLUENCE REDEFINED
The stag with its elaborate antlers
worn distanced from their magnificence
munched fodder in a non-combative way
though gazing around ever wary of attack
gave an appearance of living at peace
The hunter with a gun, dismantled
and rebuilt for smooth action in pursuance
of sport, reflected on a difficult day
wished life was easier with wind-in-the-back:
intensity struggle to finally cease
The two never met — their paths never crossed:
well, consider that, then — nothing was lost.
2/30
Big Bang
Red Kali, come
with your fiery magic;
long, bright tresses flame
from your iridescent crown;
I light this candle to you
and call forth the Snake;
awaken from your slumber,
Mother of all, Breath of Life!
Open my sight so that I might
bear witness to your rise;
Divine Feminine, I surrender;
Let us create as One again,
the way we’ve always done
whenever the world
has gone mad
Big Bang
Red Kali, come
with your fiery magic;
long, bright tresses flame
from your iridescent crown;
I light this candle to you
and call forth the Snake;
awaken from your slumber,
Mother of all, Breath of Life!
Open my sight so that I might
bear witness to your rise;
Divine Feminine, I surrender;
Let us create as One again,
the way we’ve always done
whenever the world
has gone mad
2 of 30
teeter totter progress
right where I am
not this place
...but this me
where I stand...
...& sometimes slip...
constantly moving
through my unending evolution
it's a momentary station
a pause in the journey only
I both love & loathe it
wearing disappointment...
believing so few obstacles
have been conquered
{tunneled vision...}
beaming with pride...
at the realization
of how far I've actually progressed
{unearthed mirror of truth...}
I celebrate the victories
...all of them...
because I'm well aware
how hard I'll be on myself
...later...
...again
{ad nauseum}
it never ends
this push-pull state of being
but it keeps me going
& momentum is...after all...
...above & beyond...
...everything
teeter totter progress
right where I am
not this place
...but this me
where I stand...
...& sometimes slip...
constantly moving
through my unending evolution
it's a momentary station
a pause in the journey only
I both love & loathe it
wearing disappointment...
believing so few obstacles
have been conquered
{tunneled vision...}
beaming with pride...
at the realization
of how far I've actually progressed
{unearthed mirror of truth...}
I celebrate the victories
...all of them...
because I'm well aware
how hard I'll be on myself
...later...
...again
{ad nauseum}
it never ends
this push-pull state of being
but it keeps me going
& momentum is...after all...
...above & beyond...
...everything
2/30
ii
Yo!
Hi!
If it is on, we go in.
Is it on? It IS on!
So, in we go!
Do go on.
Is he up?
Do it—
he is an ex!
Oh.
So be it.
Aw!
An op, OK?
Ya.
OW!
Is Ma or Pa by me?
My Ma. My Pa.
Er, we go to be.
Ha ha ha.
Mm hm...
da de da,
la de da,
ta ti ta!
As mu is of nu,
mi of pi;
ye go by
on an ox.
To go at it
in an ax,
oi, um... sh!
Ho ho ho.
Ah! Am on it.
It is so... EW!
It is by us.
NO!!
Fa la la la la
la la la la!
ii
Yo!
Hi!
If it is on, we go in.
Is it on? It IS on!
So, in we go!
Do go on.
Is he up?
Do it—
he is an ex!
Oh.
So be it.
Aw!
An op, OK?
Ya.
OW!
Is Ma or Pa by me?
My Ma. My Pa.
Er, we go to be.
Ha ha ha.
Mm hm...
da de da,
la de da,
ta ti ta!
As mu is of nu,
mi of pi;
ye go by
on an ox.
To go at it
in an ax,
oi, um... sh!
Ho ho ho.
Ah! Am on it.
It is so... EW!
It is by us.
NO!!
Fa la la la la
la la la la!
2/30
rise
sigh to touch the stars in my mortal state
to feel the light caress my soul
entering into a place of hope
my thoughts fill with wonder
at the glory that is beheld
a passage is sometimes opened, and I rise
to greet the angels and the ambassadors of faith
sending salutations to the heavens
in a perpetual state of grace
when my body feels broken and cast aside
my soul lifts off, and in my Father's chambers I reside
recovering from the battering of the world that is
balm to my being is the celestial host
my family among the stars
shining with jewels of wisdom bestowed
then when my mortal coil brings me back to earth
my heart is filled with wonder and song
praising the heightest with knowledge of what awaits
rise
sigh to touch the stars in my mortal state
to feel the light caress my soul
entering into a place of hope
my thoughts fill with wonder
at the glory that is beheld
a passage is sometimes opened, and I rise
to greet the angels and the ambassadors of faith
sending salutations to the heavens
in a perpetual state of grace
when my body feels broken and cast aside
my soul lifts off, and in my Father's chambers I reside
recovering from the battering of the world that is
balm to my being is the celestial host
my family among the stars
shining with jewels of wisdom bestowed
then when my mortal coil brings me back to earth
my heart is filled with wonder and song
praising the heightest with knowledge of what awaits
2 of 30
lamb_fur_petal
Wish to
take every path following
a doe’s, hare’s, foxes morning trail.
Along the barbed wire and their mother’s clumps of fur
and their heartbeat sharpening,
bristling to a trace
of a blade
Cut to - … as all the grasses shiver.
A treecreeper’s ‘don’t look down’
In the evening, they came
without shame, and fed upon the reeds around the fence.
And they took a walk around the dirty lake
like love is not the best thing and suffering is not the worst.
You’d be surprised how little of this is yours,
you wear it like a sheepskin and then its gone.
I worry, I could never be that intimate.
at the back of all we've seen.
lamb_fur_petal
Wish to
take every path following
a doe’s, hare’s, foxes morning trail.
Along the barbed wire and their mother’s clumps of fur
and their heartbeat sharpening,
bristling to a trace
of a blade
Cut to - … as all the grasses shiver.
A treecreeper’s ‘don’t look down’
In the evening, they came
without shame, and fed upon the reeds around the fence.
And they took a walk around the dirty lake
like love is not the best thing and suffering is not the worst.
You’d be surprised how little of this is yours,
you wear it like a sheepskin and then its gone.
I worry, I could never be that intimate.
at the back of all we've seen.
2/30
The Hunter
When the universe was spawned
multitude of stars were formed,
a hunter was born
majestic and strong!
To protect from the dark energy
the stars worked in perfect synergy,
creating a distinctive pattern
of pretty stellar bluish lanterns.
Brightening up the cold winter sky
poised between Taurus and Gemini,
holding in hands a club and a shield
Warrior of God in the cosmic field.
Forged with nebula and fire
standing tall in hunter's attire,
Orion, O' the king of constellations-
totem of preservation and protection.
The Hunter
When the universe was spawned
multitude of stars were formed,
a hunter was born
majestic and strong!
To protect from the dark energy
the stars worked in perfect synergy,
creating a distinctive pattern
of pretty stellar bluish lanterns.
Brightening up the cold winter sky
poised between Taurus and Gemini,
holding in hands a club and a shield
Warrior of God in the cosmic field.
Forged with nebula and fire
standing tall in hunter's attire,
Orion, O' the king of constellations-
totem of preservation and protection.
#2 of 30
War of the Heart (Illusions of Love)
it's an act of war
between head and heart
still in love
fighting emotions
every single day
but always losing
driven crazy inside
just when things seem real
matters get outta hand
left with illusions
clarity another lie
like growing vines
no rainbows
or fluffy unicorns here
not enough light
don't tell her
how you feel
for rejection awaits
unique words 59
total words 59
War of the Heart (Illusions of Love)
it's an act of war
between head and heart
still in love
fighting emotions
every single day
but always losing
driven crazy inside
just when things seem real
matters get outta hand
left with illusions
clarity another lie
like growing vines
no rainbows
or fluffy unicorns here
not enough light
don't tell her
how you feel
for rejection awaits
unique words 59
total words 59
2/30
Tough Love
Loving seems easy
But in reality it is not
You cannot love only the beautiful
And good in a person
But you also have to love
The ugly and the bad in him
Loving is not only accepting
The totality of a person's being
One needs to love a person
Enough to change him
Into a better person for himself
Sometimes you need to be tough in loving
Tough enough to turn the bad into good
Tough enough to endure what needs enduring
Tough enough to overcome the storms
That comes with loving
Tough enough to go the extra mile for him
Tough enough to love the person
Completely, and unconditionally
Despite his flaws, imperfections and mistakes
Tough Love
Loving seems easy
But in reality it is not
You cannot love only the beautiful
And good in a person
But you also have to love
The ugly and the bad in him
Loving is not only accepting
The totality of a person's being
One needs to love a person
Enough to change him
Into a better person for himself
Sometimes you need to be tough in loving
Tough enough to turn the bad into good
Tough enough to endure what needs enduring
Tough enough to overcome the storms
That comes with loving
Tough enough to go the extra mile for him
Tough enough to love the person
Completely, and unconditionally
Despite his flaws, imperfections and mistakes
#2/30
Scorpion
May the emptiness
of broken words be
filled with sweet
understanding
may the soft branches
of the sky break
and may the whole earth
shine like white stars
N ohhh !!! one day
i saw scorpion
the supernatural
extraordinary realm
of the vast universe
like precious pearls
locked in a shell
like a priceless diamond
of a priceless necklace
Antares...
the brightest star
of this scorpion
this aura flows
best in the heart
of the creamy sky
like a pink imagination
flows between the eyes
someday I will bring
it down to earth
and will turn this dark night
into the blue dew
i am thinking
will bring it home someday,
i will hang it on the wall
and fill my white wall with life
someday i will pull its tail
and keep it in my pocket
i will make it the key chain
of my bike and will play with it
i will blow it in
every fragrant direction
one day i will plant it
in my flower pot
and will make the
murkiness of the window
disappear somewhere...
Scorpion
May the emptiness
of broken words be
filled with sweet
understanding
may the soft branches
of the sky break
and may the whole earth
shine like white stars
N ohhh !!! one day
i saw scorpion
the supernatural
extraordinary realm
of the vast universe
like precious pearls
locked in a shell
like a priceless diamond
of a priceless necklace
Antares...
the brightest star
of this scorpion
this aura flows
best in the heart
of the creamy sky
like a pink imagination
flows between the eyes
someday I will bring
it down to earth
and will turn this dark night
into the blue dew
i am thinking
will bring it home someday,
i will hang it on the wall
and fill my white wall with life
someday i will pull its tail
and keep it in my pocket
i will make it the key chain
of my bike and will play with it
i will blow it in
every fragrant direction
one day i will plant it
in my flower pot
and will make the
murkiness of the window
disappear somewhere...
#2
Space
There is so much space in this life
Have you tried to fill it?
Are you broken enough to?
They say: “What you need is already inside of you.”
But there’s an ad above the quote
What have you done with your space?
Is it small and full?
Does it mimic the feeling that your body makes
When your eyes are closed?
There’s so much space
Yet, we grab and pull
Don’t you know,
What you control?
Possession cannot save your soul.
58 u/w
Space
There is so much space in this life
Have you tried to fill it?
Are you broken enough to?
They say: “What you need is already inside of you.”
But there’s an ad above the quote
What have you done with your space?
Is it small and full?
Does it mimic the feeling that your body makes
When your eyes are closed?
There’s so much space
Yet, we grab and pull
Don’t you know,
What you control?
Possession cannot save your soul.
58 u/w
#2
“cooooOOOOO-woo-woo-woo”
starts in monotone
of just the beats of a heart
a humbly stylish pull off
from the retro disco times
comes the cynosure..
your incessantly spaced~ paced
shrilly cooooOOOOO-woo-woo-woo
(repeats in infinite refrains)
as if many one worded precis writing
of your lengthening ever poetic discourse..
wooing calls of love
short sharp enigmatic bits..
stitching as one profundity
digs a never felt before feltness
evoking a conflicting roller-coaster
of an over-shyly blooming vacuum
.. yet a voraciously filling up
gravity~ anti gravity plays
in a zigzag oscillating swings
of an incurably rarefying ..
a deathly shrieking series of .. many
inner ballooning in.. sacral tickling
displacement drops..
though equivocally neutered
with the such silencing in, needly
sharp aero-dynamically risen high
constrictions of the self.. in
maddeningly dizzying heights
pulled to your channelling in metal
I run with blurring heavy teary eyes
filling~falling of mixed emotions
towards you, your singing
calls that’s streaming in.. as
an intense sparking
cracker works of a chaos.. plucks
string that fires in slow
in an infinite heaven
of a shallowly skirmishing
an arousal continuum.. your
petrichor flavour choking
me in wanton strangulations
over my sweaty sticking
dewdrop mists.. over
the tender~ slender swan
neck in your remote grips
sets a raining stage
to a now violently drenching… a
vulnerable drumming chest .. in
looking upto the magnetic you
the maestro- in a rapturous rush
of an orchestrating bleed ..
your express eruptive eyes
in revelling reddening fonts
of an epic love-in-revolution
amidst the flying high
ecstatically effervescing
whitening cumulus clouds
of dove.. our all-in-one
hybridised harbingers…of
a summer-raining
heaven-
music. peace. love
*unique words: 188
“cooooOOOOO-woo-woo-woo”
starts in monotone
of just the beats of a heart
a humbly stylish pull off
from the retro disco times
comes the cynosure..
your incessantly spaced~ paced
shrilly cooooOOOOO-woo-woo-woo
(repeats in infinite refrains)
as if many one worded precis writing
of your lengthening ever poetic discourse..
wooing calls of love
short sharp enigmatic bits..
stitching as one profundity
digs a never felt before feltness
evoking a conflicting roller-coaster
of an over-shyly blooming vacuum
.. yet a voraciously filling up
gravity~ anti gravity plays
in a zigzag oscillating swings
of an incurably rarefying ..
a deathly shrieking series of .. many
inner ballooning in.. sacral tickling
displacement drops..
though equivocally neutered
with the such silencing in, needly
sharp aero-dynamically risen high
constrictions of the self.. in
maddeningly dizzying heights
pulled to your channelling in metal
I run with blurring heavy teary eyes
filling~falling of mixed emotions
towards you, your singing
calls that’s streaming in.. as
an intense sparking
cracker works of a chaos.. plucks
string that fires in slow
in an infinite heaven
of a shallowly skirmishing
an arousal continuum.. your
petrichor flavour choking
me in wanton strangulations
over my sweaty sticking
dewdrop mists.. over
the tender~ slender swan
neck in your remote grips
sets a raining stage
to a now violently drenching… a
vulnerable drumming chest .. in
looking upto the magnetic you
the maestro- in a rapturous rush
of an orchestrating bleed ..
your express eruptive eyes
in revelling reddening fonts
of an epic love-in-revolution
amidst the flying high
ecstatically effervescing
whitening cumulus clouds
of dove.. our all-in-one
hybridised harbingers…of
a summer-raining
heaven-
music. peace. love
*unique words: 188
02/30
Take me Out To
Every year I’d get excited for April
not for National Poetry month, but
for Baseball!
My Mom loved watching her team
on the big television screen &
I loved watching any team play
with her.
Mom’s San Diego Padres
are really good this year;
she’s not going to get to see
any games.
I may not watch a single game
this year as I can’t hold back
my tears
because it was “ our thing “
and she’s not around anymore.
Well, at least there’s no song
to trigger me, save for the 7th
Inning.
Take me Out To
Every year I’d get excited for April
not for National Poetry month, but
for Baseball!
My Mom loved watching her team
on the big television screen &
I loved watching any team play
with her.
Mom’s San Diego Padres
are really good this year;
she’s not going to get to see
any games.
I may not watch a single game
this year as I can’t hold back
my tears
because it was “ our thing “
and she’s not around anymore.
Well, at least there’s no song
to trigger me, save for the 7th
Inning.
2 of 30
Perchance to waking-sleep
I enjoy the times when I am giddy from lack of sleep.
More amiable and bold and laissez-faire
deep in the arms of doolally
and under the thrall of mild insomnia
skipping the rainbow fantastic with the fairies
and far from waking care.
Because then,
life seems so very easy and nice
with enough wherewithal to spy the leaves
and not the supposed cares inbetween,
of modern life and all its trials;
instead,
enjoying half-wakefulness
before ultimately embracing a deep sleep
and back to conscious boring awareness.
(Unique words: 64)
Perchance to waking-sleep
I enjoy the times when I am giddy from lack of sleep.
More amiable and bold and laissez-faire
deep in the arms of doolally
and under the thrall of mild insomnia
skipping the rainbow fantastic with the fairies
and far from waking care.
Because then,
life seems so very easy and nice
with enough wherewithal to spy the leaves
and not the supposed cares inbetween,
of modern life and all its trials;
instead,
enjoying half-wakefulness
before ultimately embracing a deep sleep
and back to conscious boring awareness.
(Unique words: 64)
