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Divine Minds Transcend

We must follow the trail of crumbs, the crumbs of celestial static.
Hold on to the secret truth, it's time to follow the white rabbit.
Down, down the rabbit hole where it leads few will ever know.

I am not what I was, I was what I will never be again,
I found myself on the outside of a mirror looking in.
An enemy betraying a friend, and then my mind was shattered. Worthless fears crumble to the floor, then the transformation began.

We are mindless souls bouncing off one another
until the gears fit and the machine begins to thrive.
Together the powers united can be a force greater then life,
the truth that leads us separately to a place our souls are defined.
Not by the conflicted mind but by the spirit that resides inside,
break through the dimensional barrier
as time and the universe collide.

I am not here to control you, I am not here to pass judgment.
I am not here to behold you, I am here to join you in flight.
I am not like the others, like you, I am bound by destiny,
connected sisters and brothers, the story is ours to write.

We must follow the trail of crumbs, the crumbs of celestial static.
Down, down the rabbit hole, it's time to follow the white rabbit.
© JDMaraccini 2013
 Aug 2013 Quentin Briscoe
John
She texts and says she's at work
Says she's feeling down
Says she's feeling hurt
I tell her I'm down
Or I'm up for whatever
Anything to see that pretty smile on her face
Anything to see us light up the whole place
Like ****, now this is a change of pace

I met her on the job
She said she had a boyfriend
But now they're on the outs
Now I know it might be close to the end
But I don't mind just being that girl's friend
No, I don't mind being her favorite friend
And by "friend", I don't really mean friend

I know I'm on a road to Hell
On a path of destruction
Whether it be my own or hers
It's not really me if she's down for *******
I just like the sound her voice makes
And I think she's pretty **** cute
I've never been insensitive
Or, maybe I have
But I've been saving all this Karma
It's time I put some of it to use
It's time I drank some of this juice
It's time I let myself loose

I can't really blame her
When she says she really likes me
Her guy doesn't sound too nice
If he really wants to fight me
Over her then I'd probably just drop it
It's not that I'm scared
I just really don't care
Enough to get all *****
Over something that's not mine
I'd rather save my strength
For something more refined
It's not my fault if she tells me
She really likes me
It's not my deal
When she jokes with me sexually
She's just another girl
It's still the same world
I'm not about to **** my own vibe
For any black pearls
To and fro as the saying goes
As the afros chase rainbows in search of gold
And the money's ****** dry, 'till the rich only supply
Ways to the make the poor poorer & keep the crackheads high
Then we overdose on sighs that all come at once
The teachers so underpaid that we're soon led by the dunce
And the market's like the breakers of the sea, it just crashes
The 99 sinking in ships while the one percent dashes
We find the dream of the US tainted green
Or to put it correctly, it has been tainted greed
With the day to day in ways that leads to the end
With a knife in your back while they pat it like your friend
So reliance on defiance is the key so defy
All the brainwash and the violence, raise you hands to the sky
And live
 Aug 2013 Quentin Briscoe
Tilly
Metanoia begs the muse   believe...              
"Accept the current, do not fight the flow."      

True, and known,
these aching limbs must
rest within the deepest ebb
- as the ocean swells
with each new
moon.

Drifting far
when floating; Sinking
deeply into crystal nothingness
- unless held by a sturdy rock,
tethered taut.
                
Promises sung, in rounds, stay...
Swirled upon a blushed summers breeze; Heard,
liberated, in flight's of birdsong
across sunset skies.
  
       Connected distant energies may still   
but for always, will burn brightly in each
& every shining light seen by
her sextant soul

[eyes]
on the
   Voyage  
      ahead.    

"Surrender the past  & tomorrow  comes... 
un-blinkered,
never unbound."
  
~ ♥ ~
From me to all that is now, known, & yet to Be...

Metanoia (n);
the journey of changing ones mind, heart, self, or way of life
 Aug 2013 Quentin Briscoe
JM
Skin and bone, bricks, fists.
Ignorance begets violence.
Afternoon beatings.
 Aug 2013 Quentin Briscoe
Sir B
I want it
I just want to drown
In it
Drown so badly
And keep singing
The same verses
Over and over
Till my throat
Is dying for water

Yes
Death by music
Is viable
Something at midnight again, hope you enjoyed.
 Aug 2013 Quentin Briscoe
Àŧùl
There's a prime example,
Which reflects the importance,
Of number 7 in my life.

It's the sequence of my rebirth,
In real world after an accident,
On '7th' of May, 2010 which put,
Me to the horror of my family,
Into a comatose state..

Now before you start taking 7,
As an unlucky number for me,
Let me tell you that my story is,
Far from over yet as I am alive,
After surviving the serious injuries,
From the accident that the doctors feared,
And I braved death in the HDU number 7.
Read Part I of this work to make any sense of it all.
I was in the ICU number 5 at the Sir Ganga Ram's Hospital located at New Delhi and after that I was shifted to HDU number 7.


An ICU is more serious than a HDU.

Intensive Care Unit
High Dependency Unit

My HP Poem #398
©Atul Kaushal
 Aug 2013 Quentin Briscoe
Àŧùl
There're no lucky or unlucky,
No benign or cancerous,
Nonsense or sensible,
Bitter or sweet,
Numbers.
But,
Apparently,
There's a strange,
Number in every life,
Insignificant but important,
Like there's number 7 for me.
Read 7 & I (Part II), to better understand this poem.

My HP Poem #399
©Atul Kaushal
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