Divine poetry written with varying themes.
Where have all of the stories of old that exist today vanished to? It is written, but it exists only as fable. The Egyptians, the Hindus, the Norse, the Greeks, the Annunaki, the Age of Merlin, the realm of Pan, and so on. I cannot list them all. But you can. Dimensional awareness includes memories […]
Read More The Realms Of Antiquity Legend LiveAmidst a day long past to say a house did stand of old. Not old of cold or old of bold but old of a miner’s coal. Hammer and nail did flail and sail across a day be told. The brown skin stood amidst its hood the secret of buildings play. For hand in hand […]
Read More The Secret Behind The House Of OldMirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all? The allure of compliment is what is rent in desire’s making made. If he besieged thee of the fairest would the mirror’s mark remark thy que? Or if she be but allure’s busy bee what honey dost thou produce? The Allure she be, […]
Read More The Allure Of EverythingOne sunny day, my disposition was glim. I looked out at the world and blamed all for my sin. Then along came a man, he asked what was wrong. I said, “Motherfucker! You’re shit is all wrong.” His head bowed backward, and a bellowed laugh did come out. He said, “Say that again! I wanna […]
Read More I Met God, But Not His WifeAll day long, the farmer did work. Tending to the field, working on the barn, herding the animals, while giving his daughter chores to do. One night, the daughter, while looking in the mirror, saw her own light. Amazed she was, drifting asleep in the night. She awoke the next day to the same from […]
Read More The Contempt Of The Farmer’s DaughterA chance to do what? To be the coin purse carrier or the hobbler whose crutch is unneeded? How do we romance chance? A purse dropper becomes a hobbler carrier. A hobbler crutched frees a purse in lust. A cry from both is needed most for the dance to romance chance. The hustler and the […]
Read More Understanding The Romance Of ChanceThe sheep, the wolves, and the sheperd. The innocent, the knowledgable, and the teacher. The pure, the immoral, and the guide. Does a sheperd in guiding his sheep to greener pastures bring them closer to the wolves? Does a teacher in instruction pull the student away from innocence? Does a guide keep purity unmixed with […]
Read More The Sheep, The Wolves, and The Sheperd“What? Do nothing? Say nothing? Why? I can’t sit by idle and not try!” Amidst a confrontation comes a point of realization, a hot flame does burn a nearing hand. A reaction’s clause does have its cause, one of an elusive nature. Sometimes the opposite we choose from learnings cues, its lessons become engrained. From […]
Read More Do Nothing, Say Nothing, When In Doubt, Don’t Let It OutAs we sit, just you and me, about to contemplate over a cup of tea, what is it that will be? An eye meets an eye, a gesture of conjecture, we witness the beauty of a you and an I. Steam rises, scents surmising, a thought does flicker forth. A sigh is felt, laughter smelt, […]
Read More Let’s Have Tea, Just You And MeLook around you, do you feel the dismay? Look around you, do you feel the hooray? Like a rainbow, there is a wish and there is a treasure. Between the two, there is you, a you upon a rainbow’s hue. It is not the red, the orange, the yellow, the green, the blue, the violet, […]
Read More The Light Unseen For All