What is it that makes me bleed profusely?
I search for this plank in my eye... sawdust?
Like the grains of sand and gravel, subtly,
We then subconsciously blink to adjust,
Avoiding an unfortunate sully.
Blood had spewed everywhere as if a splash!
Blinded and beneath waves of sultriness,
Boiling and cauterizing subtle wounds,
This juxtaposition of subtle pain.
Pain has always been subtle, always has.
Like the way your glasses broke into shards.
I have always known these fragments of glass.
Never blood, sand, gravel, sawdust, a plank.
But your subtle beautiful concussion.
Again, they have bloomed
bringing sudden doom
the flowers began to sprout
i-t'was the black ink
which spoiled the drink
that brought the flora about
wispy and wavy
the roots grew so veiny
and pretended to be so tame
Similar to another
more sinister flower
we gave this one a new name
We called it Off-White
because it just wasn't quite
as offensive behind our eyes
and later that night
as they suffered, in fright
our neighbors began to die
What had begun
right before the sun
was the flowers took shape and form
They began to change
into an old vein
of flower we had abhorred
But it was too late
the flowers, with haste
selected their victims at last
and in the morning
right after our yawning,
we still hadn't learned from our past
With divine insight, subtle maneuvers
of Faith can guide us… on a daily basis;
God’s promises and principles keep us…
safely grounded in His spiritual oasis.
God’s challenge to us is… to trust Him;
His Son paid the heavy cost of Salvation,
whereby all of Mankind may have inclusion
as a family member… of an eternal Nation.
Psa 91; Eccl 9; Heb 11:6; John 3:16 and
Franz Kafka, frustrated with his living quarters
and day job, wrote in a letter to Felice Bauer in
1912, “Time is short, my strength is limited, the
office is a horror, the apartment is noisy, and if
a pleasant, straightforward life is not possible,
then one must try to wriggle through by subtle
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we're sitting timidly across from each other,
the lights dimmed,
the energy lamenting.
i have nothing to say,
but i have so much love to give.
show me your velvet lust,
let me pour my silky sentiment all over you.
i'm waiting patiently,
for the appearance of total bliss,
but this attraction seems endless, baby,
like a vessel to the night sky.
From that quiet place,
Take time and replay to save face,
Process the dead weight,
Push through the dark age,
Until slithers of light break
Through burnt edges
Of that pictured frame
But you're awake,
The colours of the world
Start to fill in,
You were daydreaming again,
How long for now?
Let's say a minute,
We can all pretend
I am at peace
Marble extracted pieces
Dust all over deep ye
shallow crevices cry
A white dove's fly
free of sorrow
I'd love to seal a millionth
tears on your lips kiss my farewell
I am the deep Space
I am the Brahman
I am the fine firmament
You are all best
Such is the truth
I am blood flesh body consciousness
Such is the Truth
I am the firmament
Go down on fantasy
Burn your fleshy
And see where they land
Into the neverland anythin" is
Laying the sea weed as it were
A forest's tapestry ready
To recall the roll over
The magic Moss
and the razor sharp
entwined stares are infatuated
entirely, submerged in carnal
Pleasures and driftin" as
Smooth as our palms
explore the desired
Shapes of heavenly
Shinin' within our legendary
Black holes of perception
Rays fall exposed to the
Acoustic fractures resemble
Ray's glimmerin' under
Hey you, painter, a wordsmith of a happy fiddle tunes
All over the the land, ripe harry hills, bush berries and burgundy
Grow infinitesimal promises
Step aside for a while, apparitions of your wildest abstractions
Mean nothin" Come and take my breath away by the hand
And swim me to Swimmers' simmerin'
Endless Time is a bitchy illusion
A Reckless hope drivin"
Without a licence
And orgasmic concortions
Emanate radiant embarassed
Spirallin" shy blushes
To hide and die of this word: Anguish
I'd swallow the swell day
I'd let you know your golden and crimson
Deep Thoughts of Goodness
Precious precious Indigo
Step a bit further
And see it (for) yourself
The open space spiced
Dee light danger liasons
Ferocious I'm borne
Ferocious I give off
I diamond you
I die dao the way up to you into the uncountable fervored Future
I burn I burn
I am the Sun
And the stars and the galaxies
I am The earth
I am the forest the mountains
I am the lake
Call me a fake
And mockin" will explode
Around your sweet grinin" face
Do not agree that we only read
Some make bread with sour cream
Some make cookies with a bit of green
Some throw flat stones upon the mild surfaces seen
Mirrorin" their minor inspirations tryin" to put others down
Hey, here is your crown! Bittersweet! Clown!
Scented oils linger in a sanguine air
Upon your tangible surrender
I fall and kiss your kiss
Rivers run wild flowering seeds
Rivers carry them to Toward n" a while deeds
Within cosmic symphonies by Oceanic all blueness
Blatant and Blissful
This all comes and goes
Upon the jade pond
This comes and voes like a vessel
Transports all beings
All beings engage in their essence
While the noble sage
Disillussions own Self:
Subtle and ethereal body
This I am
This I am not
They do Keep on goin'
Manure for the truthful seekers.
Major influence by Deepak Chopra.
Minor influence by the truth which lies in each and every one of us.
Hope you enjoyed the conducted narrative. Take for granted only what you percieve to be (your) Truth. This is poetry! This does and doesn"t speak of love. Tho" it aims to divine blissful revelations.
can you deal with the stares. the words unheard, the subtle none verbal nuances. Listen to the noise in what they call silence. hear what this world has to say. can you read between the lines or are you looking hard for something that isn't really there. searching so hard you make it appear. the air whispers in your ear, the river tells a story seldom heard. listen to the unspoken word