Acrostic Poems (99)

A BOVE THE CLOUDS SAIL BY

B ELOW I SIT AND WATCH THEM FLY

C LOUDS OF COTTON PUFFED WHITE AND GREY

D RIFTING IN A SCENE SO HIGH

E FFORTLESS THEY GO

F AST OR SLOW

G REY THE DAY WITH NO SUN

H OLDING RAIN YET NOT BEGUN

Who are the gods?
Existing in a world of their creation

A mass of unbelievable power
Ready, waiting, watching
Enjoying the view while it lasts

Tales of their incredible feats
Heard across the land
Entice others to reach their limits

They shape the world
Relishing its beauty
Ultimate seekers of life
Eventually receivers of death

Guardians of this world
Only ever seen in reflections
Destiny is in our hands
Surly we are the real gods.

I was sure he must have hung the moon
The light in his eyes ,
the way they always seemed to dance..
Whevnever I walked into the room
and smiled his way...
And oh the way he smiled at me
Sometimes it was all that I could do.,
just to look away..
Because if I had my way..
I thought I would drown in those lumimiscent bedroom eyes..
So clear and the prettiest shade of green..
Prettiest eyes I'd ever seen...
And yet somehow I still wonder
If it was really all just a dream...
Maybe loves not all that it seems..
And I always thought the eyes were
a window to the soul
Always thought that with just one glance
I'd see him and I'd know..
But now I'm wondering..
Now I'm thinking... you're eyes
are masquerading a torrent seas of lies..
And I'm drowning now...
And I'm being tossed around..
And there is nothing but lies..
When I look into your eyes...
Prettiest eyes I've ever seen.
Was it real,
or a sea of lies..
The devil in disguise.

In a cottage by the sea,

Love in wait for you and me.
Our sweet destination's set.
Very soon we will be met.
Ev'rything has been prepared.

You and I ourselves will share.
One heart joined in harmony,
Us fullfilling destiny.

Translated from Arab by google

Am waiting rain
For spring blooms
Dreams

Sometimes
Fire
And coals
Warm the frost
My days
Olbisk coat on my chest
Feel the breath of my grief
Waiting for water
Cold
To quench the thirst of my fast
Waiting for air
Of groping my fingertips
And capillary
And capillary
And all over my private
I feel you in my coffee cup
Accompanied in the evening
Stranded
The memories
And my dreams
Looking for you
My thoughts
Cells in blood
Under and gentlemen,
In my wallet
In the margins of my papers
In all my details
Otguenk language
Broken
Such as my thoughts
And Gayati

Freedom, is what, they call, having nothing left to lose
rather than face, the reality that no one, is truly free.
Eternity was not meant for small minds to comprehend and
endings are also beginnings, as the world spins in chaos.
Domains of hell we create by placing humanity on a ball and chain as
otherworld philosophy is ignored with contempt by our inept leader's
mendacious puppeteers, that rock the boat and poke the bear.

Yelling out in a freedom's rebel voice to be heard
entering the fourth dimension to come to terms with
little details as well the larger picture that hurts to look at.
Listing all of our imperfections to perfection in an hour of need,
sometimes, we forget that from diversity comes greatness.

Intelligence of humanity is slipping through our fingers like sand
toward the bottom of the hour glass as we dummy-up in unison.

Dormant lie the powers to bring us peaceful serenity
only we can activate them before they dissipate into
naught; and we topple from imbalance and insincerity
towards the abyss of the darkest, coldest place in history.

Cry, FREEDOM, cry! Let our voices be heard from peak to valley,
reaching the chasms of the earth and space beyond our galaxy.
Yester year paints our future as we die for the deeds of our fathers.

Borrowing time for the moment to be real
Intensity to the extreme, just to feel.
Retro only in idea of the modern mind
Thrilling to the ethereal spirit divine.
Hither to the tides grow quite high

Of brilliance and bright white-blue light
Forth coming is the beginning of a dawn,

Tracked by the universe in a special bond
Her face quite heavenly in the night sky
Eternal and clear as the cocoon died.

Mother Moon, born anew in the rise of man
Oblivious to the linear time humans demand.
Omnipotence in every aspect of the trilogy
Nocturnal as the reflection of eternity.

Trial by fire is how we learn.
Rapture captured at every turn.
Anticipation rewards curiosity.
Nesting internally with serenity.
Serious about the worlds lack of love
Looking through paradigms because
Under it all I can ‘see’ that number nine
Cautions me to listen to a spirit that’s mine.
Equality is a reward, not a divine given right.
No thing can compare to another in the tight
Tormenting knowledge that all that is taken

Will now have to be returned to be given.
Archaic cultures were more advanced in science
Rendering life forms to appreciate the license
Regulated by faith in one’s self to feel the heat
Ignite and fill the soul with adrenaline as complete.
Organizing the trilogy in all aspects of being
Ready to forego the price of energy screaming.

Nine is three times three, triangular as in motion
Inter-woven with the tides of the deep blue ocean.
Neatly logical with raw emotion in passion extreme
Ever more the warrior of honor, integrity the dream.


Translucent Warrior Nine

R emaining on the dark side of

E nlightenment.

L iving in

I gnorance of the truth within the word

G od has spoken.

I nstilling fear, while

O ppressing all understanding of the true

N ature, which is spirit.





S oul's journey along an ascended

P ath toward enlightenment.

I ntegrity and

R ighteousness lead the way, converting

I gnorance and fear into

T ruth and

U nderstanding.

A scending into the

L ight, fear is erased

I gnorance replaced by

T ruth. God's wisdom and understanding are

Y ours, throughout eternity.