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defied. and undefined. the divine Us-in-Love
1.
<< @00:58:53 UTC, 26.12.2004, beyond all tenses, tears in the tsunami>>
still the splitting hints & haunting remnants
sit embedded in ruins as handcuffed sandgrains
marooned in crimson tides engulfing nameless
screams of mass-silenced piling up corpses..
longingly unfazed shoreline runs as ever in parallelism
to the unshaken skylines beneath amoebic-minded
grey clouds in the circus-monkeying unpredictability
unleashes
an eerie silence...as it still stands quite
a quiet uninhabitably-cemented cemetery
its brittle tidal salt breaths & still-hungering
airs.. punchboxing hard with hit-particulates
...bleed osmotic eyes to a deep smelling
resonance from its trenching in cores
encircling in wrathful wavy wrigging
live radiations of its benthic digging back
brutal massacred burial place...
in still-s(t)inging congregations
of red mud waspy buzz syringing
virally vengeful hues of the century’s
sacrificial bloodbath -from its erected
skyhigh gallows in an inescapable
rapidfire clocked drownings…
sucking in all as mere ants, in its open-mouthed
indiscriminately fierce swirling flesh hunt spree
..these serially bloom blood-rafflesial apocalypse
2.
[**plasmic flaming thirdeye a molten eternal Us, defies any shady apocalyse**]
even the astronomical so-calculatedly ominous marring
third-eye phenomenon- the blackening solar eclipse core
ghostly dancing in the daring december daylights
in abrogation of an orthodoxically ablaze inner sun, laden
now with a fully enclosed- a distant shadowy moon
clings on for those minutes in devilish possession, yet
with a divine warning fire-ring in marrying margination
the thickly earthen crusts in painted green algal matte
in vertically digging in deep well breaths inhale -exhale
as frothy brimming rapidity over the rich roasted brown
freeflowing sands in maturing heat, coalesce as plasmic
coming together effervescing absorptiveness...
a climaxing fluidic ecstasy in its slow-sensually tremblin'
seismic eddy current channeling bodily passages unto its
solidifying hard sterling iron-core, & freezing virtuous in
countless billion years of meditative sagacities
in magnetic origins of a beauteous chaotic phasal
discontinuity.. yet in unimaginable amalgamations
of Us .. as One
defies all~nil
(un)known
laws logics, this
eternally floatative
wilderness bubble
Us, unstoppably
pure and rustic
Published 30th Dec 2019
Author's Note
As Monsoonal Wintry Mishmash of a December draws off to a head on bright new year, a sad remembrance of 2004 Dec-Tsunami, a rarity astro-staged spectacle- the Dec-Solar Eclipse shadowing darkblack ...all only weaving inner an even steely iron core...as our fluidic flowing spiritual third eye ..all expands this Love, this Ournessness, this divine Fusing Us ever. You Know. For Robonoid my Love Eternal xx . For all DU dears a happy new yaer. Love is All . Aum Namasivaayam.
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30th Dec 2019 5:29pm
Despite all of it - there will always remain Love -
unstoppably
pure and rustic
Most moving, Uma. xo
unstoppably
pure and rustic
Most moving, Uma. xo
31st Dec 2019 11:01am
31st Dec 2019 10:40pm
Spiritually seismic, you see the gods raging and weeping in the weft that tear me asunder in every glance when my eyes close and third eye is thrown wide. Your abilities are prodigious and astounding to behold. Your opening section seems to cut to the quick of this layered reality, the physical world of it's atmospheres and earthen tombs, holding all molecular matter in it's shackled electromagnetic bonds. From here I can imagine you climbing skyward whilst simultaneously delving into the depths of the earth, beneath surfaces, to the spirit that moves beneath, the formless from which form emerges. Where you said unimaginable amalgamations, it caused me a fat blink, as the concept hit home, the many forms that life takes in this dimension, each manifesting by the conscious will of the universe into adaptations suited to it's particular niche environment, is what I thought of. Closing with this serenity, in the sacrosanct silence of a pure unity. It's a beautiful place to arrive. Your writes are a wondrous journey.
May you and Rob be blessed in the coming year.
May you and Rob be blessed in the coming year.
7th Jan 2020 7:51am
7th Jan 2020 10:45pm
Dear Uma, all your poems are breathtakingly deep, multi dimensional and exquisite, Every one of them deserves to be nominated but i chose this one for the poem of the month, good luck my dear, you deserve it and much more.
