my mother is beautiful and my dad is a genius
my mother has many talents and dad loves addictively
mommy indulges joy and dad felt pain
this combination makes the world mine to gain
my grandma knows the Lord in a personal way
while grandpa knows the value of if you loved me, you stay
my auntie knows how it could cut both ways towards the beauty and the ugly of soul that's frayed
my cousins and I watch time fly living our dreams and dodging the lies the world can tell that caused all the cries
that taught all the others how to survive.

wisdom is the upgrade
accept it and run
the world would go no where
with lies that play real and disguised as fun
it's all a deception
so make yours count
opportunity knocks then it's out!
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Father Talking to Son (Coming of Age)

With the gift of birth

Comes duty and purpose

Remember you are unique

There is nothing quite like you

In this entire universe

So focus your intent

Let those thoughts

Be good and

Turn into actions

Give thanks each day

Say a prayer to the great spirit

Speak the truth

Let the words flow

From your heart

Treat all beings as equals

We are all one in creation

Help those less fortunate

For that person can be you

Tomorrow or in another lifetime

Chose words wisely

For they are powerful

Remember your dreams

They are there to guide you

Speak to your ancestors

That have passed on

Into the spirit world

For they look down upon

Their relations in fondness

They need us too

Live in the moment

Enjoy the present to the fullest

Don't get trapped into

Consumerism and possessions

Houses, cars, property

They all just imprison you

The payments required

Instill fear and control

Instead, live free with wonder

Roam with what little you have

Then you will truly be happy

With no weight or burden

Each human is an artist

Weaving a tapestry

Look to the beauty

Of this living breathing world

For inspiration

For there are muses everywhere

It is so important to honor this planet

Respect all of the creatures

Do not take more than you give

Seek balance always

Resolve to make a difference

Make this world a better place

Grow, evolve, become spiritual

Let the forest become your temple

The mountain valley your church

Each ocean a baptism

The sky's rain an anointment

Reach your fingers into

The rich black earth

And take in the scent

Of the earth mother

Late at night

Let the moon be your guide

See her pale silver glow

Reflect off the surface of

Rippling midnight lakes

Tackle your fears, for there

Will be many obstacles

Growth means change

So follow the path

That is not always easy

In life, there is nothing promised

Only that you are never alone

And you will never die

Sure you are born, you follow the circle

Your body will die like every man

And woman before you

But, you, me, and every tree is part

Of this great creation, the great mystery

Some call it God, I call it great spirit

But it is all the same

As above so below

I am you, you are me

The tree you chop is your limb

The meat you eat is your flesh

Water, your blood

All of life is a reflection

Of our innermost thoughts

We attract what we are

Now take some time

A little time each day

To reflect in some sacred space

A quiet meditation

A moment of solitude

Connect with those sounds

Those vibrations that run

From your head

Down your spine like a snake

Spilling out through your feet

Into the earth itself

She will always ground you

Whenever something bad befalls you

Look for a sign, look for hope

You will find it in the darkest hour

A rainbow, a sliver of sunlight

Warm on your face

A beautiful sunset melding

Myriads of incandescent pastels

My special time

Is the early dawn

The transition from darkness

To morning light

I find joy in this, my favorite

Time of day

So each morning when you wake

Give thanks for your life

Your experiences

Your family

Your wife

Your children

And throughout the day

Wake up from your routine

Feel the breeze

Listen to the insects humming

Watch the fireflies dance

In the warm July evenings

Discover ritual and ceremony

Always use nonviolence

And love all that is inside you

And all around you

For the stars, the moon, the sun

Even this earth is part of you

The great spirit lives inside of you

And you reside in the great spirit


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Black Fever

Cthulhu Mythos

Painful and fatal disease

Not of this world...

Drawn down by Surama

Former priest of Atlantis.


Surama was a mummy;

But back restored to life

By a necromantic ritual

Performed in North Africa.


Wisdom and power

If the disease was spread.

Disgusted with this idea,

Surama left the humane.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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The Gifts

For with every glistening speck of wisdom,

That will shine upon the lapels of your bodice,

Adorning your gracious and bountiful bosom,

So too, will you carry the weight of it's worth,

For as we taste the nectar of life's tomorrows,

We will surely even the scales for our mirth.



4:46 PM 6/24/2013 ©





Author's Notes/Comments: 

Everything always gets back to balancing the scales within us.

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Girl after a girl: Events unforgettable



Part I


1) With a ‘to’ and a ‘fro’ in her throat,

something she did note,

as on a piece of paper, she wrote

"I can't like you, for you don't know -

I got to go away - to which I can't say No."

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


2) With her legs beside me, so stiff

and -to save me- her hands with great mischief,

she conveys to the punishment chief -

"Oh Ma'am? How can he be guilty?

As this is his first moment to my proximity!"

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


3) With all her teeth and gums out

and her tiny eyes so stout,

she beckons me with a shout -

"Go! I won't talk anymore to you.

How much I am hurt, you never knew."

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


4) With real tears in her eyes

and five of her fingers glued to rice,

maybe yes, twice - she cries -

"How would you know how much I moan!

For, never you, I am disturbed alone."

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


5) With a big grin at my face,

but with a big cry, the very next phase,

at my back this time, she says -

"He wouldn't have really scolded me,

If, even little, he had ever read me."

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


6) With a rise in all her gaze over the book,

when asked for her verses, she gave me an eerie look.

Soon, she wrote for me; Almost a month it took! -

"Though difficult, try to remember me

for, perhaps many for you, though you're alone for me."

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


From a girl, only another girl keeps one away,

but not from past nor future, for there're many more girls, I say.

An event with a girl can give a great kick start

that can lead anyone, till many suns set.

Memories of brain written from heart -

a few of many incidents I could not forget!


Part II


7) With drops falling down as she bends

her neck, in some reunion -she attends

after a year- she tells our friends -

Long back, He stopped talking to me.

Neither a hello nor a glance – as if I’m his enemy.

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


8) With a smile -she leaves the lab- too fake one

and with swollen eyes -returns in- pointing none.

Then, a message leaves her, following the sun -

A friend can be anything, but not a sister!

So, please don’t ever call me so, you mister!

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


9) With good red expressions – contorted,

while issues were being sorted

out about my interest in her, her words parted –

Oh, now please stop it! I want no fight.

I understand it and it’s completely alright!

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


10) With her ideas so optimistic,

though actions far realistic,

she typed something very mystic -

Had you worked, excellence of now would have been average

Anyways, any failure to be understood needs courage.

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


11) With her face full of joy and hope

and beliefs no less than some pope,

she always replies, to my theory of mortality, with nope -

The word End, with someone can also be Never,

for the person may know words like Forever.

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


12) With a look so cheerless, that can shrink

one’s heart -though sometimes so cheerful that can kink

it’s beat- she said or typed - I think -

Really miss you as I sometimes also saw my ex in you.

You played big part in my life, though days were very few.

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


Lies apart, any girl can make your day,

no matter whether you are a guy, girl or a gay

This is a small tribute to a small part

of all the girls I met.

Memories of brain written from heart -

a few of the incidents I could never forget!



Author's Notes/Comments: 

A saga written as a ode about incidents revolving in mind, involving a few of the girls I met. Their sounds still ring in my head!

An Ode to Sequential Youth


Find a place where youth can lie with wisdom.

You must discover it, but never search.

For searching is such a feeble task one with steady lacerations.

Find him where he will hold your besotted heart from liquors of rich quicksilver.


Tear your ribcage and let ignorance fly to that foriegn island on which the sun has set.

And remember you cannot yield, not yet. Not until the sun has set.

The darkness it will come, oh, it will flood.

And it will take form in a beautiful maiden.

With beautiful bleach hair and a malignant breast.


It is in that land in which the sun has set where the pensive men gather.

And please, do not ask of the men what they were in a time long ago.

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Tea, Counseling, Inspiration~~

"How my tongue envy's for the taste
of bourbon; a nice cold whiskey on 
the rocks! "It's bad for you- yes, this
I know!"...I walk into a bar and order
two-shots of Sprite, "Yeah, that 
wouldn't sound right!"
I want my future full of remedies, 
never-ending limits, my vocabulary 
redefine with words of wisdom, 
advice, intellectual conception- 
sounds of bells, chimes, and rings 
from distant universes, visions of the
OMEC, purification of mind, body, and
soul...a spiritual journey to the 
unknown and known- the impermanent 
and permanent-
teachings from His Holiness are my 
guidelines to Nirvana...but first I must
defeat the demons within-
"I poured too much liquor over my 
dead homies, I've drowned them in 
their graves." 
All praise to sobriety; an oath deadlier
than the seven sins; a paranormal 
activity...the delusions, sweats, shakes
and shivers- the chimes of time slowly
ring away the beat that was destroying
my song, my life...
I seek counsel, UN-bias advice...my days
are brighter now, my smile warmer. I 
sit and write now with a cup of tea and 

Author's Notes/Comments: 


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Making Of A True Man

Induced indulgence on a quivering lip,
To plead for more than blind worship.
The terrors and castrations of society’s limbs,
Prejudices dressed up in irrelevant fears.
The debacle of might and tyranny,
Precious illusions that serve no man’s interest,
Buried with heads in forgotten sands.

Sand and dirt, grit in my teeth,
A warrior peaks in body, but his spirit plummets.
Fevering an illusion, attacked at all sides,
I’m just trying to be the better man.

The temptation to elevate beneath limitation,
Only at the time of severed brain from loins.
Addiction passed down in the bloodline,
Lust for the poison,
Written deep in genetic coding.

Identity can be found when standing still,
When floating in the sea of majority,
It’s time to sink and fall behind,
To think, to reflect:
To be the better man.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sometimes just got to break those barriers down and time time to get your head together, finding self amongst the ashes

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True to myself.

I've never been one to follow other people
like sheep
I'm not afraid to stand up for what I believe
I may not be loved by everyone
but I strive for goodness truth and peace
I fight against injustice
and provide a voice for those who cannot speak
protect the victimised
and the weak.

I may sometimes
have to swim against the tide
for what I know is right
I often make mistakes
but my conscience is clear
when I go to bed at night.

Don't judge me if you don't know me
I'll never change for anyone but God
there's much more to me than you see
what ever I am
I don't try to be anyone else but me.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

If I don't stand up for myself, no one will.

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