there are drops of Jupiter
in your hair
and
laughing jewels trickling
out your eyes
a harem of moons
hanging from
your pretty ears
constellations your
background music

even when i look at your
night face,
comfort and in peace
i am reminded that
yes,
even the largest of bodies
can be coaxed into their
loving orbit
the lord of worlds
fits inside your
smooth palms
and cancer
is surmountable.

You don’t know what you have until it’s gone
The things we take for granted
Forget to be thankful for,
Even on the most thankful of holidays.

These things are lungs
Pulling life in, pushing death out –
Stretching
Constricting
Diffusing
Incomprehensible

Two porous sacs so seemingly simple
Yet so complex, so undeniably fragile
Connected only by a string
Easily snipped like a thread of hair.

Two vital organs so seemingly complex
Yet so simple, so surmountable
A few puffs, one burst
And suddenly defunct forever.

Like a springtime blossom
Lungs are Her Romeo and Juliet
Growing
Flowering
Collapsing
Forsaken

Come winter, the leaves will fall
Barren branches remain
Bereft of in and outs
Leaving only a cavity in the chest.

Love is Contagious,
In-surmountable & Unstoppable.
There is no antibiotic,
no cure,
for Love.
It cannot be negotiated
or destroyed.
It Just Is.
A self-perpetuating, unending well-spring,
that when fed,
will break through every dam
and drown
all that stand before it
with it’s Never Ending,
Life Sustaining,
Saving Grace.

And to think for most of my life i’ve not believed in it’s existence - In This All Things are Possible!

For a minute there
I didn't know
What the **** was that?
You didn't show
Any signs of the like
So how was I supposed to know?
I just don't know
I just don't know

Things float on
And they pass
No matter how long they take
They seem too crass
To even hold accountable
For the situations that arise
But I think they're surmountable
In time, of course
In time, definitely
But my voice is too hoarse
My ability is too coarse
Too coarse, of course
I can't read Morse Code

.        nely                                    surmountable        ­     reak                    
A lo           moment has the in                power to b             your day.
       vely                                     credible                     righten                  


-AM

The Conflict

John booms and rides his chariot in the oppressed light,
Angel souls drink from the sun.

As babe, cried Love! First before else,
The lover dutiful to heart
Pursued its path.
Light roused a dark fogged town,
Neath treacherous seas
Were tides of harmony.

Then the odyssey steered to hell,
Adorned by angels and by saints
On every bloodied branch and wire,
Man atop their souls bones
Fires of heaven were seized:
Great knights rose from fire of that kingdom
To conquer, vanquish peril, redeem world
That drive man into torment's climes.

Yet the dubious demon stalks
In rank duplicity;
And heaven's knight drinks up lightning
To rebel raw.

John booms and rides his chariot in the oppressed light,
Angel souls drink from the sun.

As a new celestial democracy by love elect, and it is now a year of age since inception, the eternal Heaven redeemed. And yonder, Kali is the deva presiding over all: her wisdom, teachings are the fire yield by mind to mantras. Neigh is the aegis of the Godhead, and the return of Krishna to consciousness. Without divinity is no passion. Supreme being, effervescent energy, in incessant motion, eternal delight, are necessary to the flow of the cosmic plan.
From this incorruptible font what the churches call heathens. Heathen is surgeon of the spirit; Church is the stagnant cage of soul.
Saints are sinner. Darklings divine dwell.

All domesticated divinity and captive creeds have been cause of our division from Heaven, not our union:—
1. Heaven and Hell are not located on opposite celestial poles
2. They are two real principles, that solitary Self, from the truth aloof, is hell; and that Heaven, in all holy life, is its dignification
3. God is not a vengeful sky Lord wont to torment their child but consists in a state of mind connect to the eternity of love and light.
These further principles function in the universe:—
1.Heaven is unity, our becoming one with the supreme being of cosmos. Hell is isolation, intensified by selfish acquisitiveness and the city wall mentality.
2. The problem of Self (hell) is surmountable; Heaven is the coming of age of consciousness.
3. God is the motion of creation

A spirited fancy:-

As I was climbing the wings of soft fire adorning John, awed by splendour of their enjoyments, which to Reason look like madness, my heart became drunk on beauteous visions, in streams of dreams and fires of gold, thinking that as all perception chances on elements of truth, so these dreams of Heaven showed the fabric of reality. When I came home to the prism of my five senses, consists in which a metaphysical arrogance, I returned as Angel of the South, an honorary pleasure to succeed Buddha, who ascend to faith defender, Jesus? To God. With love's light imbued I scribed for the tribe my perceptions easily accessed if you follow the direction of the melody of dreams:

"The majesty of multitudes,
Are embodied in the expanse,
Her bodies waltz and pirouette,
In celestial romance."

Mantras of Heaven:

There is nothing to fear we are all one God

All the world is love and light

There is nothing on earth as exquisite as you

The world is a myth, the cosmos our home

Be joyous in the music of the universal song

Don't ever give up the bounty of truth

The cosmic churning is magnificent music

There is nothing left to fear but truth

Imagine all the people living life in peace

Peace in life living people the all imagine

FAILURE

Three stalwart kings and a wannabe queen.
How did she not make it to the throne
Two couldn’t do it and the third refused
So the jeweled seat remained vacant.

An army of lovers professing faith
To a heart looking its own castle
But when she broke down on the 405
Not one came to change her flat tire.

A mountain of effort dampened with sweat
Proved too slippery to climb on
And those with a rope to pull her on up
Were too busy cleaning their crampons.

Three rays of sunlight in a world filled with shade
She tried to step into those circles
But the shadows held invisible fences
And she only got to the edges.

Three strikes is out and third time’s a charm
A trinity rules in the heavens
Don Quixote tilted three windmills
And all Genies grant only three wishes

Life turned as cold as a three dog night
And the mountain in surmountable.
Time to pack life into three shiny pods
And move them to Laughlin, Nevada.
ljm

Just another moment of anticipation
just another minute I need to call my own

I hear the black bird sing
such a vague song of resonance
moving far beyond the island
abandoned meteors
explorable demeanour
the unsolvable perimeter
permeable centimeters
such a rant on a cold winter

Just another moment of anticipation
just another minute I need to call my own

I sense the herd of the sheep flock
such a surmountable collusion
moving up the high mountains
applauded exposure
explainable composure
the simultaneous apprehension
such a rant o a cold winter

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SAMUEL DAVID <believingvirtue@gmail.com>
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From the edges of enchanted brilliance, you enter even brighter shining in your glory, instantly I am drawn to your kindred spirit and I am at home once again.

My already calm being is even calmer bathed in your energy, we have lived a thousand lives, yet I am attracted magnetically to your complete soul essence.

Like a moth to a flame, attempting to avoid the pain and dancing with the danger that for so many reasons is wrong, but feels right. Souls know no boundaries.

Living in the material plane conditioned by culture and society's conventions invokes limitations, which in turn focus on surmountable challenges.

Yet I have a quiet happiness and a joyous & peaceful serenity within,  where sometimes confusion looms, but love still grows and rises to support you.

I make funny faces on my own
As a distraction to my ****** flesh
From creating a wrinkly wretched face
Or to make a whiny weeping sound
Like of a moaning mammal

**** feelings and that crippled creature!
Though tonight passes as a surmountable story
This reaction from a minute moment
Woke the bewildered Bukowski in me
Oh God no, am I a lifeless laughingstock?

Forever patient
In and out
Like the breathe of the ocean
On a winters day
Creating an artistic scene
Though perhaps one from a horror

Perhaps like the scenic sunset
Lurking behind the cloud
Stealthily hiding itself
From gaze of passers by
Lost in the endless cycle of
Day and Night
Life and Death
Enduringly present

Tormented eternally by the inner monsters
Never rid of the voices
Perhaps, one can never truly be afraid of the external entities
Perpetually cognizant of the inescapable company within
And yet...

And yet never in control
Unquestionably
Bit by bit taking over
Never surpassable
Never suppressible
Never surmountable
Constantly, patiently
Eternally Yours

The best way to get over yourself
Is to start climbing
To stop thinking
And to start seeing yourself as
Something truly surmountable

if i thought
the hardest thing
was moving on
then leaving
would be surmountable
to death defying

when my mind is finally made up
now I can think clearly on this
and I am having an easier time saying good bye.
I will miss these things now, but I will have another chance to come
back with Venus' blessing:
the responsibilities on me will be passed onto another
for they will be able to execute.
I believe these will be key to helping the ones around me now,
for the immeasurable way of not being able to change
and low amount of money is surmountable:
for I think Venus will knock on all of their doors to deliver them a gift,
after I give my final gift of departure.
I don't think these things will be missed, not the messy room, or the messes made, or the tears dropped, or the smiles dropped, or the stressed caused, or the money spent, or the time wasted.
I can leave at peace knowing the Sun will continue to go out: for this message in the bottle should not reach the warmth,
this will stay in the cold void. Why would Venus be so far from me? Why would she be far? Why from me? Did I scare her?
And I know in this world we live in, in this material world, Venus reigns as the Queen and she is what gives us these things. She is what causes soothing and alleviation and distracton. She allows physical form to give distraction. To live in a world oh so shallow, I cannot bother to live in these waters and breathe these airs.
It's formidable.
Each twang of my heart: and for some reason, this time, today it is easier to contemplate this. It used to hurt my heart or make my jaw twitch, but not today. I feel as if I can ease into this, the only thing that happens is a slight ache in my head that makes tears fall, but my body and mind and heart has been preparing for this moment and day. I always knew this would happen, where Neptune would take me back. No scenes or dramatic, quietly, and in mist Neptune would allow me to leave: I can't help but feel so cold.