universe

we are human snakes

 

...

 

speaking in 'tongues',

ordinary people

without will,

release of all ego,

sputter forth the

vocalization

and innermost connection

to anything remotely comprehensible

of the concept of

 

'god',

 

~

 

as 'holy scholars',

doctors of philosophy,

and 

'the righteous'

and us,

scoff,

 

~

 

to look towards words

created by 

'jesus',

'mohammeds',

'gandhis',

'jiddus',

'obamas',

or even

'star magazine',

 

~

 

to raise and inflate our 

balloon of spirituality

and fly to a place we call

'heaven',

to touch a 'god' that created 

us in an image that 

we have never laid eyes on,

but only interpreted

within the realm of human

capacity.

 

~

 

we refer to this thinking

as 'sane',

and those who 

sputter glossolalia

questionably

'unstable'.

 

~

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The snake. An animal with a 'forked tongue'.

 

http://www.religioustolerance.org/tongues5.htm 

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Silent Love

 

I feel lost among a sea of stars, drifting ever so slowly. Watching as a celestial voyeur the tumultuous fires consume themselves, until nothing is left. Desiring to engulf all that surrounds their beauty as the fuel for their existence.

I feel separate from them, wistful for the peace that seems to elude them, yet I can't seem to avert my eyes, drawn hypnotically at their destruction, desiring to set them free from the slavery they seemingly do not realize they are in.

I call to them gently, whispering in their ear, proses of love and gentleness, come away with me my beloved, share with from the fountain of life. Leap among the beauty and lushness of my embrace. Draw into me and become one, breath of my breath, blood in my blood entwining into the hazy realm of eternity.

Unable to hear, they become angry at my calling, fearing to become something they can never be, it is death to them. Only if they could understand that without my darkness they could never be. I am the nothing their light burns against, I am the nothing they they fight against. The silence that their voices melt into, and still I am invisible to their soul.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

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Dream Waltz

 

.....

They dance.

She twirls, as he caresses.

He caudles her efflorescence

and

sets the tone,

embodies and balances with 

scales of mystery and secrets unknown.

She flourishes in this heaven

of ageless suspension

and bubbles from her innermost depths to 

secrete with agape 

the sustenance that nourishes her very 

existence,

and all 

borne through her

exquisite yet deeply penetrating

enchantment.


 

Ninety five times her size,

a faint ring of the sickle, 

his spiraling girth grazes

her pale blue essence 

and Moon 

as she succumbs to honor

her rightful place within the 

gentle folds of aethereal frolic

and

cosmic majesty

 

 The Earth from Saturn

(The Earth and her moon as seen from Saturn)

 

Celestial breath

 to be mimicked

in every dimension

through inexplicable

phases and stages,

raptures, junctures, 

combustions, 

and culminations

of astral storms.

Pulsating in unison 

to the 

rhythm of all that is,

and all that was,

and what will be.


*

*

 

 The thunderous,

clamoring

enigma 


of

 

silence 

 

heard only among 

the timelessness 

that man can 

but only dream 

to touch.  

*

That which he may have no 

knowledge

of,

but can only

live

for the

dance. 

 

 

07/28/2013 ©

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Photos by NASA, and pbs.org.

 

About the Earth....and Saturn

 

Poem inspired mostly by teachings of Astrotheology by Santos Bonacci

http://www.universaltruthschool.com/

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And They Told Me I Was Catholic

 

.....

(vvv photo not my creation vvv)

 

I was born in America,

Began driving at 18,

A year beyond the usual age of 17,

And somehow I missed the reasoning

Behind the pedestrian crossing sign 

In my 'Driver's Education' studies.

 

I passed the test with flying colors,

And never really gave it a thought

Because I knew what the sign meant,

And so I was able to abide by it,

Despite the fact 

That I really didn't understand it.

 

One day, I was in the passenger's seat

Of my sister's car, she was driving,

We passed a pedestrian crossing sign

And I said, "Why is that sign like that?

It never really made any sense to me."

I was about 28 years old by this time.

 

She says, "What do you mean?"

I said, "PED-Exing? Why does it say that?"

She said, "It stands for 'pedestrian crossing'"

I still didn't get it. I sat there too embarrassed 

To ask, but then couldn't take the curiosity 

Any longer.

 

I said, "Where do you see the 'crossing' on it?"

She said, "The 'X'?... it's a cross, made into an 'X'?"

I was beside myself! I couldn't believe that 

Something so up-in-my-face had hidden from me 

All those years!!

I began to look at life more seriously

Ever since that day.

 

I know I can never go back to the days

Of when I saw that 'ped exing' sign in that way

Prior to understanding about it,

But it will always have meaning for me

Because it taught me the power 

Symbols can have for us, and over us.

 

And I believed it.

 

6:22 PM 7/20/2013 ©

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cross

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Symbols and symbolism.

Essences Of Love

Folder: 
Love, Romance

 

 

 

 

................

 

Rush not into the fires of passion,

Merely let them be, and embrace each moment.

Connect each glance and savor each breath,

Stretch every smile, even honor its death,

Embracing the fullness of each minute that passes,

Opening each cranny as it fits into life's passages,

Sharing the essence of what we're made of,

For passion is fleeting but this sharing is love....

 

2013 ©

 

Inspired by the beautiful words of CEVance

http://www.postpoems.org/authors/cevance/poem/963304

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the dream of living in reality

 

 

 

 

......................

 

 

beautiful dream that i have seen in reality,

i am the weaver who weaves the achievable fantasy,

my paintbrush the guide in the universe's hand,

the gifts i've been given, are never on demand,

for blessed i become with this gift i can't compare,

that has joined me to one of a love very rare.

 

1:25 PM 7/15/2013 ©

 

inspired by Sipping Dreams 

 

http://www.postpoems.org/authors/sippingdreams

 

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

living the dream

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small, medium or large?

 

*

 

 

 it isn't that 

 

anyone's mind 

 

is being read

 

that  just isn't possible

 

same as blue 

 

isn't red

 

*

 

but it's because

 

when you're close

 

to the universe's needs

 

what you ask will 

 

be answered

 

wrapped up gently

 

in love's seeds

 

 

*

 

 

patience must be learned

 

the guidance can be thin

 

you can't rush it you have to wait

 

for it to surface from within

 

 

*****

 

 

9:46 AM 7/6/2013

 

©

 

 

.........

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

what some mediums say

the one commonly referred to as 'god'

 

 

 

 

you say you love your god

but you murder him every day

you rape him 

 

you tear the fingernails off

his loving hands

one by one, like lashes to your own back

 

and you 'know not what you do'

 

and destroy what has been given

so freely, and so lovingly

with your blame

 

you say he lives

his spirit is alive

you say he was a man

 

like yourself and your brother

a man that walked this earth

making footprints in the sand

 

and then you glorify his very death

over and over and over again

for the sake of your own unaccountability

 

do you also remember others 

passed on 

in this way?

 

i love you

and sometimes love is painful

but love goes on

 

jesus died and for me

he rests in the same peace he 

walked upon this earth

 

and his love

lives on in us all

love lives on

 

and on

and on

and on

 

my god is love

and i...love you

and that is how i share my god

 

 

 

 

4:18 PM 7/5/2013

 

©

 

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Too Bad

I speak my mind.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

I bear you my soul.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

I believe that all beings and 

life forms are all the same, 

and different, 

at the same time, 

and that we are slowly losing 

our connection to this concept 

as a species, and it is destroying us.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

I believe there is a sanctity 

that lies within each individual,

every animal,

every life form.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

Don't like my

style of self-expression?

My authenticity?

My 'attitude'?

My disgust with closed-minded people?

My honesty?

My truth?

 

It's just plain too bad.

I love yours, and I hope 

one day we can meet halfway.

 

 

4:20 PM 6/28/2013

 

 

©

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zIW8qDPhos

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

"too bad"