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Molly...
Today, I woke up feeling physically ‘crappy’, and the mood is still persisting…,
That’s correct, it is just a mood…,
And, because, I normally feel great physically, I start panicking when this ‘crappiness’ grips me, and I start thinking ‘wonky’…,
I’m starting to come out of it just a tad, but not by much, mind you, maybe 5% or so, so, let’s take what I say with a huge pinch of salt,
I may renege on some of it tomorrow, or next year, or whatever…
Anyways, it is late afternoon, and I begin reading one of my favourite spiritual books in the hopes that I may get some ‘enlightenment’,
I was lucky, I hit upon a fantastic stretch in the book, and my noggin starts workin’,
I get up to get a drink of water from the kitchen, and there was Molly, the beloved’s mutt,
It is an uncharacteristically cold and rainy winter’s day in Limassol, today,
As I’m sipping the water, I look down at Molly,
And I thinks to myself:
“God, why would anyone choose to incarnate as this mutt,
When we have so many other endless choices,
For that matter, why did I choose to incarnate as me, when I coulda’ have appeared as Sean Connery or something…”,
Although who knows, I may have dome Sean Connery in some distant past,[the equivalent thereof, anyway…, lol…, or ‘future’],
My train of thought gravitates back to Molly,
Lowly hound, serving the beloved…,
Aaahhh, that’s a clue,
Molly is ‘serving’ the beloved, and when I think of the utter pleasure the beloved gets from Molly,
I start to thinks further,
I thinks of the incredible love she has for Molly,
What constant companionship Molly provides,
What joy she gives to the beloved as she accepts a dog biscuit from her…,
“My god…,”, me thinks, I could not give such unselfish love by incarnating as the ‘lowly’ Molly in a million years of trying,
I have played nurse to a friend or two and nearly ended up jumping off the proverbial 13th floor…,
So I bend down and look long and deep into Molly’s eyes,
And I swear, I thought I caught a glimpse of the utter divinity in Molly, and it choked me up and I wanted to weep uncontrollably,
But, my damn proprietary stopped me, I will weep when I’m alone,
Not sorrowful tears, mind you, but tears of incredible and ineffable joy,
Tears of liberation from my enigmatic existence…,
As I realized intensely that Molly was living an extraordinarily complex life thru serving the beloved,
And I was humbled, and I was grateful to Molly, ‘the lowly mutt’ for the cosmic lesson she taught me today…
That’s correct, it is just a mood…,
And, because, I normally feel great physically, I start panicking when this ‘crappiness’ grips me, and I start thinking ‘wonky’…,
I’m starting to come out of it just a tad, but not by much, mind you, maybe 5% or so, so, let’s take what I say with a huge pinch of salt,
I may renege on some of it tomorrow, or next year, or whatever…
Anyways, it is late afternoon, and I begin reading one of my favourite spiritual books in the hopes that I may get some ‘enlightenment’,
I was lucky, I hit upon a fantastic stretch in the book, and my noggin starts workin’,
I get up to get a drink of water from the kitchen, and there was Molly, the beloved’s mutt,
It is an uncharacteristically cold and rainy winter’s day in Limassol, today,
As I’m sipping the water, I look down at Molly,
And I thinks to myself:
“God, why would anyone choose to incarnate as this mutt,
When we have so many other endless choices,
For that matter, why did I choose to incarnate as me, when I coulda’ have appeared as Sean Connery or something…”,
Although who knows, I may have dome Sean Connery in some distant past,[the equivalent thereof, anyway…, lol…, or ‘future’],
My train of thought gravitates back to Molly,
Lowly hound, serving the beloved…,
Aaahhh, that’s a clue,
Molly is ‘serving’ the beloved, and when I think of the utter pleasure the beloved gets from Molly,
I start to thinks further,
I thinks of the incredible love she has for Molly,
What constant companionship Molly provides,
What joy she gives to the beloved as she accepts a dog biscuit from her…,
“My god…,”, me thinks, I could not give such unselfish love by incarnating as the ‘lowly’ Molly in a million years of trying,
I have played nurse to a friend or two and nearly ended up jumping off the proverbial 13th floor…,
So I bend down and look long and deep into Molly’s eyes,
And I swear, I thought I caught a glimpse of the utter divinity in Molly, and it choked me up and I wanted to weep uncontrollably,
But, my damn proprietary stopped me, I will weep when I’m alone,
Not sorrowful tears, mind you, but tears of incredible and ineffable joy,
Tears of liberation from my enigmatic existence…,
As I realized intensely that Molly was living an extraordinarily complex life thru serving the beloved,
And I was humbled, and I was grateful to Molly, ‘the lowly mutt’ for the cosmic lesson she taught me today…
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Posted: Dec 2010
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Skate
Roses are red
Violets are Blue
I like Peanut Butter
Can you Skate?
Violets are Blue
I like Peanut Butter
Can you Skate?
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Posted: Apr 2020
About this poem:
It is an ontological analysis of forward rolling motion, botany and world class cuisine.Phalanxis of Light
Phalanxis of Light.
Unimaginably bright.
Deliverer of sight,
the escutcheoned way,
the seal of veritee.
embossed in thought,
etched in sound.
To the dreamers,
You have not seen the Dark,
but,
touched its golden shadow.
Felt its filth between your toes.
For those who feign its friendship,
annihilation awaits for those.
For false treasures,
borrowed pleasures,
unequal measures,
an infinite eternity of angst.
Haught as you are,
you're left with a scar.
That roils and swirls
and strobes like a sickened beacon.
To the Phalanxis of Light
you are seen,
you are noticed,
you are marked
and allowed to dream the dream
of imagined power.
Unimaginably bright.
Deliverer of sight,
the escutcheoned way,
the seal of veritee.
embossed in thought,
etched in sound.
To the dreamers,
You have not seen the Dark,
but,
touched its golden shadow.
Felt its filth between your toes.
For those who feign its friendship,
annihilation awaits for those.
For false treasures,
borrowed pleasures,
unequal measures,
an infinite eternity of angst.
Haught as you are,
you're left with a scar.
That roils and swirls
and strobes like a sickened beacon.
To the Phalanxis of Light
you are seen,
you are noticed,
you are marked
and allowed to dream the dream
of imagined power.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
There is no dream, like the dream within a dream within a dream. Remove all dreams, and clearsight the magnificence...
The Game!
Someone once said ‘this game is all in the mind, and the mind is all but a game’ oh yes, twas me, we chase our tails constantly. But there is a way we can be free, don’t take the red, don’t take the blue, just open your mind to what is true.
1: You cannot be what you cannot see.
2: You have to grow to know.
3: You have to know to grow.
4: You have to see ‘this reality’
5: You come to know that you are me’
And now, you are free!
1: You cannot be what you cannot see.
2: You have to grow to know.
3: You have to know to grow.
4: You have to see ‘this reality’
5: You come to know that you are me’
And now, you are free!
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Posted: Aug 2022
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O.D.
Through my veins the drugs course
And oh I feel so fine
Life was meant to be lived this way
Every day a high
The colours dazzling swirl around
And there's music in my ears
My body feels so light and free
The mind the cosmos roams
But what is this, my body twists
And pain so sharp and clear
The drugs I took, not good this time
My pusher's poisoned me
Oh how the pain it burns me up
My body twists and turns
And last thoughts as life flees
I'm much too young to die
And suddenly I see myself
This body lifeless spread
How come, what's going on
I know that I am dead
I've heard it said that when you die
Your soul it carries on
This was told many times to me
By ones called Jesus Freaks
But I never believed in Jesus Christ
And all His goody two shoes
I said I'm part of something big
Some great universal spirit
Jesus Christ, born man they said
God's only begotten Son
Fairy tales, clap trap
A crutch for weak willed people
One minute slowly drifting round
The next feet on firm ground planted
There before me shut so tight
Two massive gates were standing
Light reflected from these gates
Dazzling white and colours bright
All colours from the rainbow
Too much, my eyes were aching
And next to gate a creature stood
An Angel by appearance
Before it lay on desk of stone
A book, thick, wide open
Is your name in Book of Life
This Angel softly spoke
If your name I find within
These gates to Heaven open
Up and down this Angel searched
Not once, not twice, but three times
Slowly sadly shook her head
Your name is not within there
Then I saw a man, The one they called
The Son of God, this Jesus
His face wet with tears that streamed
As slowly He turned backward
Further on I saw a pit
Massive flames a shooting
This is Hell, I screamed in fright
Oh God, please have mercy
Smells so putrid rose from there
And screams of pain and anguish
Horror gripped me round so tight
As demons me start calling
Had I only listened then
When Jesus freaks were talking
Things would be so different now
In Heaven I'd be residing
And suddenly in my bed I am
Pillow wet from weeping
I'm not dead, I'm still alive
This chance I'll not be missing
Was this a dream or second chance
Or vision of things to come
I know right now what I must do
To change this destiny
On my knees I pray to God
Oh Lord please help this sinner
Take my soul, take my will
My life yours for the shaping
And as I pray it seems I hear
Rejoicing in the distance
Is this the sound Angels make
When a soul is saved for Heaven
So now I speak to all Who'll hear
Don't wait till time has passed you
Heaven's real and Jesus Christ
Waiting there to greet you
And oh I feel so fine
Life was meant to be lived this way
Every day a high
The colours dazzling swirl around
And there's music in my ears
My body feels so light and free
The mind the cosmos roams
But what is this, my body twists
And pain so sharp and clear
The drugs I took, not good this time
My pusher's poisoned me
Oh how the pain it burns me up
My body twists and turns
And last thoughts as life flees
I'm much too young to die
And suddenly I see myself
This body lifeless spread
How come, what's going on
I know that I am dead
I've heard it said that when you die
Your soul it carries on
This was told many times to me
By ones called Jesus Freaks
But I never believed in Jesus Christ
And all His goody two shoes
I said I'm part of something big
Some great universal spirit
Jesus Christ, born man they said
God's only begotten Son
Fairy tales, clap trap
A crutch for weak willed people
One minute slowly drifting round
The next feet on firm ground planted
There before me shut so tight
Two massive gates were standing
Light reflected from these gates
Dazzling white and colours bright
All colours from the rainbow
Too much, my eyes were aching
And next to gate a creature stood
An Angel by appearance
Before it lay on desk of stone
A book, thick, wide open
Is your name in Book of Life
This Angel softly spoke
If your name I find within
These gates to Heaven open
Up and down this Angel searched
Not once, not twice, but three times
Slowly sadly shook her head
Your name is not within there
Then I saw a man, The one they called
The Son of God, this Jesus
His face wet with tears that streamed
As slowly He turned backward
Further on I saw a pit
Massive flames a shooting
This is Hell, I screamed in fright
Oh God, please have mercy
Smells so putrid rose from there
And screams of pain and anguish
Horror gripped me round so tight
As demons me start calling
Had I only listened then
When Jesus freaks were talking
Things would be so different now
In Heaven I'd be residing
And suddenly in my bed I am
Pillow wet from weeping
I'm not dead, I'm still alive
This chance I'll not be missing
Was this a dream or second chance
Or vision of things to come
I know right now what I must do
To change this destiny
On my knees I pray to God
Oh Lord please help this sinner
Take my soul, take my will
My life yours for the shaping
And as I pray it seems I hear
Rejoicing in the distance
Is this the sound Angels make
When a soul is saved for Heaven
So now I speak to all Who'll hear
Don't wait till time has passed you
Heaven's real and Jesus Christ
Waiting there to greet you
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
This poem was inspired by a show that has travelled the world for the last 45 years called 'Heavens Gates, Hell's Flames'. I saw it a few years ago and the idea of this poem was born back then. It took another year before I wrote it. Unlike in the show, my character gets a second chance. I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
JOB...BLESSING...REALLY
May your job be a blessing
instead of a chore.
For down the road it may
open a few doors.
The kindness and compassion
that you show to all.
The quiet voice with much
understanding, waiting
patiently to help you
with your needs.
Lifting you up when you
are down.
Making sure you are there.
A worker
A friend
lending an ear or sitting
for a quiet prayer.
Never to judge or jump
to conclusions.
Waiting to see where you
are and what you need.
I am here to serve GOD
through you.
instead of a chore.
For down the road it may
open a few doors.
The kindness and compassion
that you show to all.
The quiet voice with much
understanding, waiting
patiently to help you
with your needs.
Lifting you up when you
are down.
Making sure you are there.
A worker
A friend
lending an ear or sitting
for a quiet prayer.
Never to judge or jump
to conclusions.
Waiting to see where you
are and what you need.
I am here to serve GOD
through you.
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Posted: Jul 2013
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Gaelforce
They dance in plumes
when the thistle blooms
on sunny weather
in the purple heather
reminiscing and wishing
on an island in the sea
they are you and they are me
the lords of our land and not yet departed
its our turn to play
they dance in plumes
when the thistle blooms
on sunny weather
in the purple heather reminiscing and wishing
on an island in the sea
they are you and they are me
the lords of our land
and not yet departed
its our turn to play.
when the thistle blooms
on sunny weather
in the purple heather
reminiscing and wishing
on an island in the sea
they are you and they are me
the lords of our land and not yet departed
its our turn to play
they dance in plumes
when the thistle blooms
on sunny weather
in the purple heather reminiscing and wishing
on an island in the sea
they are you and they are me
the lords of our land
and not yet departed
its our turn to play.
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Posted: May 2010
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Rain Dancing (In Honor of Lucy's Challenge)
Gather the children for our hope rescinds
Counter greed driving the land into thirst
Watch anger swirl like lies into hot winds
While resentment curls the crops of the cursed
When will this terrible drought ever end
That makes a savage spirit parched and dry
Move fast little feet a message to send
As caked and cracked mud will make the land die
Form a circle of hope and play your flutes
Gently tap with love from all those soft soles
Inside your circle ring of dancing boots
A deep oasis of peace in your souls
Tap a beat to Great Gitche Manitou
Bring the rain again with some truth to sow
Counter greed driving the land into thirst
Watch anger swirl like lies into hot winds
While resentment curls the crops of the cursed
When will this terrible drought ever end
That makes a savage spirit parched and dry
Move fast little feet a message to send
As caked and cracked mud will make the land die
Form a circle of hope and play your flutes
Gently tap with love from all those soft soles
Inside your circle ring of dancing boots
A deep oasis of peace in your souls
Tap a beat to Great Gitche Manitou
Bring the rain again with some truth to sow
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
There is a Native American mythical institution that promotes the balanced use of natural resources: the figure of the Master of the Animals. Every animal has its master its "balut", a figuerative spokesperson, who simultaneously facilitates hunting and severely sanctions its excess. In this figurative sonnet I have chosen the old custom of a rain dance so this lesson can also apply to the way we use and regulate our water resources among the other more 'notable and finite' resources we can relate to. Greed will be the ruin of us all, unless us children (i.e. little people) pray and plea to a higher Being.
False Religion
I am the truth,
Even though I am false,
Now were introduced,
I say hello to all!,
I am your gods,
You all bow down to me,
I am infinity,
I'll always be,
You cannot break me,
I've been here too long,
I am invincible,
I'll never fall,
You will all follow me,
Into your graves,
Believeing with falsity,
"I will be saved...",
What do you hope for,
What do you dream?,
Now that youve seen me,
What do you believe?,
I'll give you the visions,
That I have been given,
Everyones listnin,
To false religion,
Praying and wishin,
There's something your missin,
Your faith is missplaced in,
Your false religions...
Even though I am false,
Now were introduced,
I say hello to all!,
I am your gods,
You all bow down to me,
I am infinity,
I'll always be,
You cannot break me,
I've been here too long,
I am invincible,
I'll never fall,
You will all follow me,
Into your graves,
Believeing with falsity,
"I will be saved...",
What do you hope for,
What do you dream?,
Now that youve seen me,
What do you believe?,
I'll give you the visions,
That I have been given,
Everyones listnin,
To false religion,
Praying and wishin,
There's something your missin,
Your faith is missplaced in,
Your false religions...
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
A little fuel for the athiestic/religious debate...The Outsider Inside
Though the lightning in the night
Might be frightening,
And though staying in the cave
May be the way to be safe,
I know that all I know
Is not at all what is real,
This mystery inhibited, limited
By what I feel.
Yes,
It is intimate and comforting
That together we know nothing ....
But
Nothing has become too much for me!
Knowing nothing is not enough for me.
Surely,
Blindness caused by darkness
Is no different than by light?
A dangerous suspicion, but
If none of us are right
I only have 'nothing' to lose
If uncertainty is what I choose,
Right?
- - The lightning outside is terrifying - -
And chasing it, reckless and death-defying - -
Yet such light I am drawn to pursue - - -
If I can, I will come back for you . . .
Until then . . .
GOOD NIGHT.
Might be frightening,
And though staying in the cave
May be the way to be safe,
I know that all I know
Is not at all what is real,
This mystery inhibited, limited
By what I feel.
Yes,
It is intimate and comforting
That together we know nothing ....
But
Nothing has become too much for me!
Knowing nothing is not enough for me.
Surely,
Blindness caused by darkness
Is no different than by light?
A dangerous suspicion, but
If none of us are right
I only have 'nothing' to lose
If uncertainty is what I choose,
Right?
- - The lightning outside is terrifying - -
And chasing it, reckless and death-defying - -
Yet such light I am drawn to pursue - - -
If I can, I will come back for you . . .
Until then . . .
GOOD NIGHT.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
I was not thinking about "Plato's Cave" when I wrote this, but the parallel is blatant despite this. As an allegory of my own life, especially the particular disappointments of the present, I continue to grieve the fact that I did (and still try to) "come back for", only to frighten them into drawing even further back. This is a deep ache that no friend of lover has yet been able to soothe.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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