Beyond Definition



That which is infinite, eternal, love, divine

is beyond scientists' power to define,

beyond every frequency,

beyond what humans can hear or see

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Imperfect Playwright?

Mate Love



  • Sometimes it seems God was an imperfect playwright
    who in the divine design does not play right.
    For instance, a bison bull who unsuccessfully challenges another
    for head of the harem is shunned and goes off alone
    The ratio of 100 females to 1 male
    reminds one of the stolen wealth of hedge fund billionaires
saiom shriver
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divine alchemy





Through the divine

alchemy of time,

our anger is turned

into laughter

and even more sublime.....

into love.


-saiom shriver-

The barriers between us

electric light in your eyes
vibrant colors blew my mind


the barriers between us wear me thin
like claws in my skin, dug deep in
hiding behind teeth, shielded with a smile
taking my all to breathe
I know i'm stuck here for awhile.


love is like glue
my heart for you
frozen solid in the gap of time
somewhere between the righteous & divine
I fail to reach...
my voice is fading, growing weak
hands are losing grip, holding nothing
you are like a beautiful star in the sky, somewhere up high
lost to my touch
reaching up & getting no where
if I tried to speak would it be too much?


buried in the sand
like every secret
behind a wall
imprisoned inside us


until then i'll wait in this cage
wondering when you will turn the key
when will you set me free..?


trust me when I say it's everlasting..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

not my art)



The power of True Self & Here Now

Chest aches

Past and future occur all at once

Here Now.

Oh, how I do not know how to feel about this.

Oh, how I know there are too many emotions at once

to be able to choose a response.

Who I was, Who I will be

they shift and rearrange

according to who I am

right now.

There is nothing but right now!

All time packed into a little moment

a breath

these tears,

the silence that pulls me,


Into the perfect direction.

Yet there is no up, down, right, left.

All directions at once

within this infinite circle

of here and now.

Who is writing this?

It couldn't be "me",

for I act irritable







How my personality has lead me

far away from here.

From this place where I die

and I become the infinite body

of light

that I was born to shine.

Oh how words

Oh how actions

Oh how personality

could never fully express


or define

Who is writing this

Here Now.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Die to this love, and you will be shown a you that has no "you" in it.

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Letters From The Moon

To want 'more' of something creates an assumption, a query, a debate of sorts within the self that there is an awareness of lack within the self. So before reaching for 'more' I have found it beneficial to examine if there is indeed 'lack'. To win 'more', out of a need that underlies the things we choose to see, as opposed to that which we refuse to see, can lead exactly where we do not want to be, only to feel the perceived need for more of the same lack. Introspection of oneself beyond the surface lack is what makes a winner. You can be the best at anything you want to be, if you see yourself as the best at the start of the journey. There may be no medal of honor, no red carpet, no crown of glory or paved paths of precious gems. There will only be the divine knowledge of gaining the insight of your truth and your purpose, which is a only a trophy that rests in the sacredness of infinity....that's all it is.   ;-) 


Chase your dream. If you get tired along the way, ask yourself for more of what is lacking.... ;-)



© 2013

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From Energy to Ego

Volume Three

Ghosts whispers tales of sorrow,
the regret leaves a trail of horrors
It's hard to believe the egos of some
while others are just plain dumb.
This life is your trail by fire,
as humanity is something to admire.
Beauty within, starts at your conscious to begin.
Question everything. Stardust to a living breathing being.
The universe is our home, where energy is free to roam.

Heroes have died. The ego has pride.
The saints are gone and the angels have cried
out of the darkness, straight from the abyss.
It's sad for it is the little things you miss
Heaven and hell, words not a cell.
Punishable by your own thoughts and convictions,
Judges by your own creation
for in this life, reality is of your own manifestation.
Choice and action, Your influenced reaction.

Beyond any of this, there is but only a wish
however the truth is we will never know
what happens after death until we ourselves go.
Faith is such a tricky word; to believe.
That at least once our hearts and minds will be deceived.
To know god, is to know your perception will be flawed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The Ego is important as it defines our vary individuality, however unchecked it could become the vary thing that destroys you.

Oh Lord

Volume Three

Oh Lord,

Oh Lord,
I have sinned against you
and I have confessed before
give me the strength and resolve to confess now
I once held you to that of fiction,
with a twisted sense of perversion.

But now that I see, I see that I was wrong
Love is not written within a book, or held behind its words
Where everyone must travel their own paths, find where they belong
The divine can be seen everywhere, jumping between worlds
Oh Lord,
Within me there is a spark of life, that of creation
call it a soul, call it divine, call it what you will
Where everyone tries to live up to a standard of perfection
everyone sinning, then repenting just to feel.

I know God, my existence, and what it means to love
damned to be flawed, idols to be resisted, for the universe lies above.
Heaven and Hell, Good and bad
soaked in blood and a sacrifice to be had
Where we dance with devils, in childish lands
playing with religion with idle hands.

I know where I fell down, I know where I tripped
stopped believing in myself, ready to be kicked
and so I pray, but not for me
but rather this day, for everyone to see their beauty.
Oh Lord,
my divine right
hold to me my spiritual insight
so that the day may be blessed along with the night.
Through time and space, energy dances with grace

Author's Notes/Comments: 

hmm So I have never really prayed before, but I am guessing this is how it would go if I ever did.