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
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.
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 ©
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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!
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.
"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
greenery."
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.