bearings...

.... it all comes back again ...  ~ WeAre1 ~ 1561


It all comes back again
night stars rises after sunset
Summer returns after Spring
cycles, alas usher life to death

For what maybe coming
we could all treasure this
in turn our sorrows to
silent buddings,
of intent bearing

Budding tree by Nagamani

                             Budding tree by nagamani at photoshopcontest.com

First Snow ...

My blanket seem warmer
early light came through
seems unreal and pure
quietness like a dream
softness of feathers
reminds me of somewhere but I can't recall

every year snow came like blessings
of the Ice Queen, her greetings
to our winterly retreat
a worlds of dull darkness turned
in magic carpet of melting white
a season is yet to be baked
in hopes of less hunger
less cruelty
more joy
love
is
Air
breath

move on from
the poverty of mind
constant chatter of disgrace
continuous criticism
the illusion of lack
withheld our giving
withhold our thanking
and our blood turns cold
in ever renewing division
like hatred's wings

if you are not coloured, you better not be colourless,
if you are not famous, you better not to be successful,
if you are not immigrant, you better not be resident,
if you are not a woman, you better not be a man,
if you are not adolescence, better not a child,
if you are not rich, you better not be poor,
if you are not talented, you better not smart,
if you are not ugly, you better not be beautiful,
all it's capable of,  is to take your further
to where you don't belong
and no ones else does

hatred's wing wants to clip your eternity
for it's own existence, is hopelessly, unGodly grim
it's fearful, pitiful bigotry among immortality of our truth
how do we give our hands to a world of such loveless extend ?
in hope or despair, we are doomed to live it till end
till we can die in love one's arms, last breath...
to the ground of belief you leave for them to carry on
Hope, for a Christmas that wrap "everyone" safe and warm
Faith, for the light that we can all bring forth from within

the oddest of friends

MLC

What is the matter?
why have you looked to me with disguised bitterness
have you lost your pearls of rolling years
were they stolen by forgotten youth
Or were they swallowed ...
with decadent truth in disconsolation

You look to me
for a thief of something you lost
prepared the poison to numb my senses
while the rush of envy
wash you into a splitting coin
of the joker and the king

Pouring it slowly
into every thought, every word
your ever lasting presence
brooding dissatisfaction..

Now...
part of me understood,
not whom I loved that I'd grasped
unfruitful seed of deceit griped you to a tail of karma
caged a trail of roots over your thoughts
everything you see & speak became a mirror
to your most predominant thoughts

You use to be so bright
like the sparkling lights in the dark night ...
your presence haloed with love and trust
your soul beams joy and delight

Then, you replaced it
safe keepings of power and secrets
and look to me as a traitor
you knew, I'd see right through...
I've never lied, for what would become of you
if you deceive yourself

So, that's how it goes...
forming a web of cruel reality that torments
a mind that was unfaithful to it's core
cast it's alienation onto it's people
friends, family, loved ones and society
for that it knew... if they are the ones sinful
perhaps it will be spared
guilt no longer will be burdened on alone

I was guilty
to have seen it
please forgive me
my lack of faith

for that ...
made it real

Maturity of masculine divine !

... and with that i leave you a kiss...
(watching history channel about the 10 commandments and postitution as hospitality...
interesting....) ~ rosie ~1538

And with that i leave you a kiss
of sincere affectionate just
gratitude of being loved and cared
as something and someone real
while fleeting lust fail to live
here we were naked in soul
freed from physical cage
finally you see I am equal

rolling stones skeleton bones...

... the things we have in common ~ Rasko ~ 1535

The things we have in common
often over looked with indifferences
world is divided under hands
whom wish to be worshiped& rule
voices of power hunger speaks
seeking allies in spilling toxic
always stirring something stronger
tormented minds suffers
in unforgiving hatred
blood shed and lives torn
rolling stones skeleton bones
till the end of life we turn cold
all fragile and sacred
somehow we can be so blind
to forge the heaven within
as if we were addicted ..
to what griefs

Epos

A man who stands for protection of innocence
while gazed into fragility of pure
untouched by seduction or weakness
as of more ordinary majority
whom waft with heartless desires

Thus he a hero of refined grace

The man who looks beyond pleasure, lust
rests his sword of truth beside skulls of decadent remains
Is one who walks beside the Father of eternity

Thou ~ of soul and immortality

Note:
an old one, it's hard to say what inspires me, 
perhaps an inner search for a hero of myth.
perhaps my perception and experiences...
makes me think of majority of man are weaker,
which all together invokes my wonder, 
about the true aspect of what masculinity stands.

drain...

... watching hope run down the drain ~ Rasko ~ 690


Watching hope run down the drain
the will of man claims to rein
all being given from heart of our soul father
nothing can be diminished in vein

conscious collide of egotistic gain
is what brought upon our pain
our certain faith in the unfaithful damn
became the crippling trips to our legs

Soar !

I am
Chasing
waves on shore
steps running wild
ecstatic calls to mother
motion, is of a spirited child
shaping sand in abstract cast
leave elaborated joy in foot prints
hearts tied to one skipping stone
imagination indulges every leap
even it lands near with a plop
tirelessly counting ripples
the wind was over blown
the waves crashing
an angry mission
what may be
behind the mist
vicious passing aircrafts
missiles from distant ships
in the eye of constant storm
some land of truce ever remains
uncrushable untarnished over eons
not insatiable hunger nor egotistic claim
sand, glides in waves and escapes in wind
molding into lives reaches to it's own depth
rest, dream in a womb of delusive state
Whoa" eager mind's leash to warfare
nonchalance arise in state of Zen
love, never self- possessed
Like a bird you set free
stretched wings
carries you
onwards
Soar
!

Words...

Poets.
mother and father of silent voices
portray artists of emotional images
Yet,
those poetic life was not owned
each given word of those lyrics
leads a new meaning
in the interpreter's mind ...

Tiny magnitude

 

... understanding I am but a small piece of nature ~  xlr8ingmargo ~ 688
I am but a small piece of nature
such a tiny sand by miles shore
one pawn on the chess board
a grain of rice in one bite
nothing less
than magnificent magnitude
one that exists among millions
collide into a mass of consciousness

Drakness

Inevitably it came

I was a child

sunk visibility 

cannot escape

first a mystery

then a haunting

devoured courage

it left me to an ocean

grip on to the drift wood 

the ocean of turbulent mass

I was left to find  my own voice

firs crying than waning subbing

it's impassive blackness terrifies

but no long longer devastating

I have looked into vast darkness

and found softness in it's texture

tolerating misunderstood fear

remaining still to be discovered

it's never been the sauce of fear

it became the surrogate blame

of consciousness we can't control

the real darkness we disown

for fear of facing the mirror

the soft velvety darkness

only sits silently entraps

the ripples of thoughts 

inexhaustible beauty

original existence

next to Light

~*

TEMPLES-OF-LIGHT

Shadow...

Steps
I am followed
silence
Or space
lingering behind
my imaginary friend
marked& trialled time of my life
vortex of all my secrets
devoted
thicker then blood tie
until calls of sinister deeds
arise
danger around me
I felt fear
in a brief comfort of self embrace
I hear her voice
brush by my hair
softer then star light
she said :
Light

shadow_by_tihku

La Moon ...

Carry me to the velvet night sky
leave me there in arms of your long lasting glow
heal the carvings of shadow on my aching bone
dare to dream again in waking hours of absent grace
above cutting shivers of angel death
chasing after my misty breath in frozen air
I swoop into time of trance
I was gone
Am one with the moon ~x~ 

                                                                    29. Aug. 2010  

Dance

Resting by my cheek
eyes following your elegant steps
watched as your swirls and turns in floaty dress
how you shine those red shoes to light lusciously
the air around you now blare with zest of life
I gaze and dream in illusive daze
how you've become the lover
entwined to timeless affair
to music and land

Angel - Fractal Art Digital Art by Jupiter Queen

~ The train journey ~

Saying goodbye is never my best
for holding on tears
in front of strangers is just bothering

looked away after a dip of my sorrow
mercifully I was left alone
To think of you
and the inevitable rails of time
between our tender wishes
to be One

How I like to have wings
like the angel in my dream
she soar to the sky and down to sea
the world is but a flash of Dream under her agile swiftness

if I had her wings
I will travel faster than the wheels of fortune
in silent discreet presence
swoop to a time of need
purifying Atonement

if Miracles can enforce without wings
would wars vanish in snaps of fingertips
how I wish to know

in the darken sky across horizon
comes the first Star glimmer sweetly
perhaps he is here with me
like an Angel

17 Sep 2010

full speed ahead ~

full speed ahead my fair lover and friend ~ sinlov ~ 678

Full speed ahead my fair lover and friend
leave me your farewell breath
in the steam from your far away train
my hands remain frozen and cold beside my dress
no I have no such feeling as sadness or regrets
never once embraced in wishes to own your fate
after touches of your warmth left I stood still by dusted air
for that... my heart took off in wings beyond my reach

Leave behind...

...is to give the world greatest in what's left behind ~ BT ~ 676

To give the world greatest in what's left behind
unquestionably how a mankind be defined
to his/her legend till the eventful glide
what's left behind
with his/her name by side
I want to leave something beautiful to time even just a small dim light ...

that glows in darkness when we cry

13.Nov.2010 Day

bluebird-on-a-limb ~ CheyAnne Sexton

 A beautiful sunny day, the kind of day makes everything seem alright, whether it is or not no longer the matter. Dreams last few days was vivid while it lasted, although I've entered bed at late hours, with enthusiastic 4 years old R chirping early in the morning, surprisingly the few hours was enough. Children has a infectious way of looking towards a brand new day, a brand new mission, or just the brand new moment... 

Remembering times in my life when each day was my new birth, everything is so exciting and alluring, after  that long winter,  swamp of cold deprivation... suddenly I allowed each night to be the sudden death of to all that of my... went into dreamland just as if life left... I guess I had enough. Once I woke to the call of light, like a new baby,  came with new birth, new life, everything was seen with peculiar delight. perhaps I made a decision not to be drawn, perhaps somehow I was awake from self made paradox of pain... each day was a delicious treat... It lasted as long as I kept my heart pure and free ...

Of illusions.

Men

Like other men
well, at least 66% of them
I drift in empty desolate
presumably tolerant to the mechanical frame
whatever keeps volunteering senses on hold
no question nor objection are enrolled
what does it mean to stand in time as a man
a question seldom in contemplate

photo by: mhoffman1

Alpha of power in peace
loathed in witness to suffer
the silence to my spoken prayers
have I not often perhaps
thanked in acquiescence
for blessings and given verve
under benevolence
God forbids desolation
to my requisition of esprit de corps

Age

time quintessential
youth, inadequate
unasked bafflement
suffered torments
carved in
unbound
illuminating soul
impetuous beauty
revived by inveteracy
extraordinary
Grace

unborn pages turn...

Step by step stroll on
we dance word to word
tapestry illuminate, elevate
leading melodic lyrics in
infatuated Ink
set out on flame
seeks life to it's own fortitude
deluded ends patrolling by death
burning by frozen fire
warmth, the stations
long to be
hearts

bank on
unborn pages turn
throw skipping stones
watch the ripples occur
by shore the night sanctified
lost of denatured amour
for Moon captures,
crystalise infinity
the silver outline
purified decree
grounding
delirium
sugar

Lantern

Life, as we know it
lit a floating paper lantern
espy an ethereal airward sight
till it swirl down in earth fire
trembles to our witness
fade
spirited moment
beholden an memorable metaphor

...

There seems to be something peculiar in the air
something I should understand but I don't
mixed with anger like inferior hanker
I have smell that air before
silent discomposure
feverish disposition

love... and hate
all contained
ironically
familiar
Fear

Breath

What an idol thought to ponder
as always the ceaseless wonder
love is never to be contained
thought we protest
it neither lives or dies
nor invisible to blind
we are borne to love's breath
yet we be muse chase and name
delight in zestful games we play
turn our daily air into an epic hunt

The Queen

                                                  Angel - Fractal Art Digital Art by Jupiter Queen
Lighting the way
form of elegance is ageless
in the equanimity she leads
roses blossom by her finger tips
velvet night glows stars to her caress
she marks the aeon with impeccable elite
dressed in her 10 miles of Indigo silk
glides dignity in cureless estimation
a dynasty itself engraves her way

                                               “Labyrinth Blue” by Karol Bak

The moat

Afflux in morning breeze
swirls around sleeping pond
waking water in ripples of smiles
troubled ridge now melt in moss green
mumbles of half drown sunken words
surfaced elegantly valet to rebirth
bells gentle chimes of thought
suddenly mush rain came
misty air muzzles
an adventure
a stroll to
melodic
moat

Halloween dance

And I wait for such a time
to hold your hand in mine
tell you all is fine
for you sweetness ignite
such delight for the return
limits sorrow loneliness
fade between our steps
in bewitch hours of Halloween dance

Lyric's dreaming shore

let's walk dear
nameless and faceless
nerveless united essence
in our shared loved space
for the shine in your eyes and songs in your hearts
I hold out once more to reach for what we have known
lets dream in rising melody with timeless grace
be the everlasting air and flaming fire
nurture in Gia's womb
birth to touches of Venus
let the spirit fly

Love

Love
is to swallow
a doze of poison
either saves or kills
depending on states you enter
it's magnifying thrill
the only way is
give it all
through

fight it
pain

Love
your call
life's destiny
to fulfill the dreams
brought by first breath
those eyes behold by yours
another soulful journey to eternity
cry out to your heart for love
brace yourself from fear
once you take off
wings soar
high

Surrender
there is nothing
in darkness of the abyss
except false sense of abstinence
never loose the compose
or let tears drop
shine of life
fade

Let
love hold on
to your dear face in
millions and trillions of sparks
and kiss you time and time again
in the soft enrolls of fate
by your heart open
to it's alchemy
fearless
unite
one
go

Telling time

                                                Pieces_Of_My_World_by_soulofautumn87 

Something solid in telling time

even it goes fast as wind

I am not one of the keepers

who's faithfully loyally devoted 

more the run away one

always cheat in advancing it's law

manipulate time's structures

I still believe time isn't real deal

like the ruler

It isn't the measure

even it measures

more so

I am ahead and

behind

also frequently lost

yet there is a dimension
I am registered

as permanence

where 

I may not say

perhaps you know

as you seem to stand by my pathway

Nov 2010 ~ Lyric dreamer  ~

Music

Once heard never forget
ticks of the clock slides off on notes in air
music is the hidden key to imperishable spaces
we think our walls are solid don't we
can't escape the haunting sweetness
Pachelbel's Canon
who say magic is theatrical
ghosts only imaginations
we doomed hunted houses
trilled by black magic of art
beauty of mind's eye in annex
pulled and lured by invisible lover
faithless spineless traitors
we drift on and off liaisons
left one to another
chasing melodies
adopted we are
by masters of who and where
all ears

Horus

                                                                   < o2.nov.2010 >
In the sleeping light of river Nile
half waken to steps of time
your immortal bless
watching over
like a deep humming
in the ground of earth
call me warm me
in breathless existence
never part
a secret dimension
only to eyes of pure
behold me
arrested in our silent region
                                                                 < adding on 03.nov.2010> 
Holding what I need
I step into the darkness beneath your knees
whispers of fear brushed by my frozen ears
yet my mind has not turned
here my heart is heading
to be at that of fate
be closer
silence
burns the lights in your eyes
I have waited a million years
to be in your embrace once again
lay your blessing on my chest
you always do
as a God
alchesmising the universe within