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"You who are the Source of all Power,
whose rays illuminate the World.
Illuminate also my Heart,
so that it too can do your Work."
- Gayatri Prayer

...and so Alas, for all along the way
binding Vision with naïveté
spritely skipping as whilst tripping
blinding Truth in night-less day.

though I raise my Palm in promise
I'm as raptured as the rest
uprooted as the lute to lip
charmingly disarming
as the sounding Sirens drip...

the Nectar,
flowing freely from the Fruit
above the Vine, below the Root.

...so may your Wine flow pleasingly & plenty, drunken Bliss upon the Earth
appealing to the healing of All intrinsic worth.

Like the flower, in it's hour of unfolding
bursting Blossom lips
upon the Altar, pierce my Heart fully open, as the Sun and Moon eclipse.

So through this selfless sacrifice,
release the pains of worldly strife.

...and may the Truth bless us Be
within this briefly Mystic blink
in our Moment of reflection with the Universal wink.

*I raise my Cup to thee All ~Cheers!!!!
"the natural instincts of animals and birds during an eclipse is similar to that of dusk falling, then night-time and then dawn, all within a matter of minutes."

chameleonworldwide.blogspot.com
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
Shake The Foundation* bring it to the ground
When it falls it won't make a sound
Mind blown open share third eye site
Words filled with wisdom spiritual dynamite
What does it take for people to learn?
Wallow in pain in jobs we earn
Truth is always clear as can be
Does it take a Zombie Apocalypse to save humanity?
Walking Dead at heaven’s gate
Slowly transform into what we hate
People want someone to tell them what to do
Take a bite..taste...now chew
Minds not open only speaking what's spoken
Patterns get set..hmm they need to be broken
Text me all day conversation is never clear
I prefer to hear a voice in my ear
Relationships robotic bodies become toxic
Medication for profit who created this logic?
Revolution's rebel creates the next level
Wear a halo of an Angel with horns of a Devil
From ******* beginnings..born from sinning
Acquired spells to assimilate failure into winning
Illuminating eyes behind every one is a prize
Mind butterflies carried on the winds of wise
No energy does it take to spread the hate
When focused and applied can devastate
Watch me shake the foundation bring it to the ground
Drop bombs of love...Vibrate souls with my sound..
M.A.N 3-6-15 Some slam poetry competition material..♏️
Let me Love You Unique
From soles of your feet
Kiss you so deep
Juices so sweet
I can be true
Show you the new
Much we can do
Just me and you
Majestic you are
Burn like a star
Close when I'm far
On my skin like a scar
Lay by my side
Slip then I glide
Collisions inside
Create our own ride
We can be freaks
Be what you seek
Equation complete
When I Love You Unique...
M.A.N 3-11-15 I wrote this awhile back I did an edit on it today here's latest version..♏️
Does being
Selfless make oneself
More of a human being?
And does being Selfish make oneself
less of a human being?
True eternal Greatness
Springs
From a fountain
Of abject humility.
Eminence,distinction near look a likes
of the phenomenon that's greatness
a phenomenon that quite distinctly
escapes distinct definite placing.
guess it does a lot of "face saving"
Where my heart has once been broken,
it has always been...
the cracks in the pavement have served well
to place a mirror...

Where my mind has been lost before,
it has been found again...
my thoughts have burst forth with
wildflower, and with seed
they have been sown...

Where before my soul has taken flight,
before this time even,
it has flown...

We are given to know destiny
and with fate we are thrown...

But in every image lies a backdrop
which we have drawn...
known and unknown,
it is ours, in the promise of living...

In this life, we are brought into circumstance,
to prevail...

We are each Warriors,
in every sense of the Way...
We have each chosen to lose and to gain,
Purposefully...

We are Spirit animated for today...
and every day, again and again
We come back...
Always on our Way...
Bless the brave...You know...the Spirit shall always Prevail..
I cross my legs under the Bodhi tree, sitting
in the sanctity of my well afflicted fortune

I splice the moment’s intermittent air
to drink of the jeweled river cascades
electric plush ~ ripened
to taste like lemonade Nirvana,
puckered up with pleasant chills
flowing through crystalline lattice
works to cleanse my mental palette
with a hint of mint placed on an Other-side
be rest assured the crest rolls atop the tide.

A vacant awareness is aroused from within the
sanctity of my sweet surrender ~
My eyes flutter blissful blinks like flirting butterfly’s
flapping wings resounding good vibrations
across the globe where space rebounds with
positive affirmation of the little girl with wet eyes,
smiles wide, an outstretched palm placed firmly
in a mother’s hand, how safely she's returned,
perfectly as planned.


I celebrate this victorious vision inside my skull
with grunting cheer and a third eye sneeze ~
my air fills with a burst of vision mist coating
my recollections piece by piece holistically,
light as a photon beam phasing in for safe landing,
strapped back in my body for leave of meditation.

I rise out from under the Bodhi tree, in my sanctity
of well afflicted fortune and give a thankful bow
for the good outcomes of the day.
A meditating monk with an uncanny butterfly effect
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