#mastery
The quill dances through the sheet,
my eyes amazed as I see
how the words flow as if
you didn't really have to think.
The lines appear, you spread the ink
with such an art I can't believe
it looks like it's easy to write this
art, instead of difficult as it really is.
I didn't want to see what I've seen—
lots of papers, thrown into the bin
with lines that I'll never read
lost to create what I do see.
No, I didn't want to see it—
I preferred to think of you as that dream
of a skilled master who doesn't think
because he really has no need.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 5:08 AM UTC
I embrace the coming of age throughout the years
As it features growth, wisdom, and peace
Including mastery of multiple skills
Like art, painting freely with my fingers,
Learning how to be gentle and patient
Whilst tending to a lovable being in my arms
I wouldn't have acquired any of this
If I remained in inertia my entire life
How would my adulthood play out
If I lived in the tale of Peter Pan:
Filled with childlike excitement,
But never with the satisfaction of success?
I view this tired world through the lenses
Of my telescope,
Waiting for the stars
To tell me your personal story
Who is the one reading this poem
And how will they grow into the person
They aspire to be today?
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 7:42 AM UTC
I dig and dig,
Hobby one’s life, the specialty of few.
I keep digging till it becomes big.
It becomes hard what to do.
But I’ll rummage my way,
It is what I always knew.
Until that day,
For I have a clue.
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 1:05 AM UTC
summer to summer
year to year
moment upon moment, I remember you
unveiling the open secrets of your heart
like leaves upon a tree
cascading upon me
in the fall
I read you
your tongue wrote my sorrows
my pains you kissed with pleasures untold
within your realms of beauty
I basked
and I forgot myself
forgot the aches of time and temper
how hot the summers had become
how dry they became with no lover to bear
but you
you were more than lover to me
pure... inspiration
a forbidden flower, nested
'pon yonder peak, in meadow's midst
treacherous though the journey
in my mind, the ease was paltry
for we met on bridges between us
in visions of grandeur
visions beyond vision
where your flesh was as my flesh
for when I caressed myself, I felt you
your hand was my hand
and your words were my night song
and your grace was my quilt
in the terror of being alone
you covered my nakedness
my fear of a life lived alone, dying alone
you wed me with wonders of
what if
and I paced at the doorstep of desire
bouquet of dreams in hand
before me, as though a fencer
but no walls between myself and thine
and though my thorns may *****
and my beauty be that of a man
a woman's touch I'd unsheath in greeting you
to profess knowing you as you
so deliciously
know yourself
to touch you as if you wert my teacher
and tame you as a man tempers his heart,
should he dare
trust a woman with his soul
and yet
these are naught but fancies,
my dear
naught but frightful desires
unkempt
off the shelf of the gorge between us
still
were I more than I am
I would guard these artful mementos
of heartfelt wanting
as a promise to you
despite your
forlorn embrace
and in the moment of meeting
we would speak these words together
because you'd always have known my thoughts
how could you not,
since you are
the woman
of my dreams...
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 12:55 AM UTC
An imperfection
is a shadow in your life --
with thanks to the sun.
Apr 6, 2024
Apr 6, 2024 at 3:37 AM UTC
Behind the curtain
of his music he dances:
the master flautist.
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 2:29 AM UTC
The old actor has
been playing all grandfathers --
for twenty-five years.
Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 3:28 AM UTC
My most important deeds
were to stop the work
to talk with you
about the rules and your ideas
to ask time after time
What is it all about?
What are we doing?
To practice the skill
to be critical
to figure out the beaten tracks
to dare to check them and
to choose the best approach
I remember your names
How did you go?
Have you become giants?
Giantesses without the vanity
of the people, who do not dare
to abide when it comes to it?
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 3:31 AM UTC
The crow builds a nest
in the axil of the tree --
very beak-handy.
Sep 3, 2021
Sep 3, 2021 at 3:20 AM UTC
Difficulties in your life do not come to destroy you or worse create a war within or between you and your life- they come to help you realize your hidden potential, your abilities, your capacity for great things; they come to meet you as prompts to connect you with yourself and begin to move deeply into the growth phase you are inherently and subconsciously needing.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 12:07 PM UTC
I enjoy sitting in the sun
waiting, desirable
I think, I hope
to be for you
Around me, people are
going their way, as always
The sun moves on
and the shadow follows
Fish keep quiet
boats sail past
the smell of charcoal
Life is food, someone laughs
The sounds drift off
My waiting is over
blown away in eternal now
I enjoy sitting in the shade
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 3:11 AM UTC
Don't offer the fuel it needs
to set you on fire
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
Thursday, January 2nd, 2020 &
Friday, January 3rd, 2020
The Resplendent Sol shineth forth for each one of us. We are all one, even whence divided. In truth, there is no schism betwixt us.
I awoke this morning assured of the Cosmo-Plexus' Empyreal Love, The Ransom of the Lovebound, and Provenance of Life by the Holy Dove. I am sure that his auspices remain even now. Even in the din of disquietude, in the Soulborne War of Stillness, his aegis dost remain.
I am roused from my slumber by foreordinance. The maelstrom of lament only stirs the Leadings of Lovelight within. I must simply listen to the glistening waft to illumine my shadow'd microcosm.
From what Starlit Aethers shall my Niveous Dove alight? From thence shall heartsease unfurl! I know not when the Light of Life shall shine his visage upon me; yet and still, I must trust in the sweetness of hope. Her honesty inspires faith & amour.
Somewhere over the Rainbow, there exist no needs for unrequited dreams. Why? The fantast fathoms imagination an extension of reality, a synergy, a duality, a plurality. Yet, even the phantasy desires realization.
The Rainbow is an insignia of the Noachian Covenant. The prism is a kaleidoscopic thread, one woven across the firmaments by a Grand Creator. It is a dream realized, by the Divine, of the Divine, and from the Divine.
How can I find stability, how can I summon strength without the Light of the Lovebound within? Our moor in a sea of sanctity, is he, Christ.
Sometimes I feel chasmic & abyssal, as though my heart were a rapacious sea. I know not from whence this emptiness has arisen, nor from whence it can be sundered. Yet and still, I carry on, sometimes consumed by the seductive embrace pulsing betwixt my ribs. Will the charm of despondency unfurl its pall over me forevermore?
At this moment, pristine synchronicity aligns my heart & mind, thereby affixing my entity upon cloud-nine. I am genuinely enough; I am genuinely substantive, for, at this moment, reason & rhyme intertwine upon the wavelength of the sublime. Therefore, I choose happiness not because it comes easily, but because it is the only real & authentic way to live.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The Life-Bearing Dictum:----------------------------
(Added for the
Promulgation of Inspiration
On
March 11th, 2020)
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(I) "Creativity is the residue of time wasted."
-Einstein
(II) "Darkness is the birth of a new dawn. It should be celebrated, not feared.
-Aladdin Zackaria
(III) "For look! I am creating new heavens
and a new earth;
And the former things will not be called to mind,
Nor will they come up into the heart"
-Isaiah 65:17 (New World Translation Study Edition)
(IV) "For you the sun will no longer be a light by day,
Nor will the shining of the moon give you light,
For Jehovah will become to you an eternal light,
And your God will be your beauty.
No more will your sun set,
Nor will your moon wane,
For Jehovah will become for you an eternal light,
And the days of your mourning will have ended."
-Isaiah 60: 19, 20 (New World Translation Study Edition)
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC
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Only the greatest of youwill see this. If you are like me then you take the time to see this. The secrets reveal themselves to the seekers of truth. So you must never give up the pursuit of self-mastery. For this the only way to help others; Master thyself. To master the self is to provide a clear reflection of the cosmos unto the all. Poetry makes the many verses into one. Learn to fold the reflected dimensions of your couplet through circumstance and you will be as unbreakable as the soul reciting the one verse. Yin and Yang compose this cyclical turning of breath and being.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
Your awesome power Lord,
Never ceases to amaze me Lord,
With Your greatness and glory,
You write out Your story,
My Lord goes before me,
And lights up for me.
God Your creation,
Bows in amazement,
You control the winds and the seas,
You form the rocks and the trees,
You give provision to the birds of the sky,
You make my soul not shy.
You bring honey from the bee,
Life You breathe into me.
Lord You shine bright,
To the darkness You give fright.
You are cloud by day and fire by night,
Lord,
You are the light.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
You thought I'd be blinded -
By your charm,
And your smooth talk.
You thought you could deceive;
Little naïve me.
But what you don't know is that;
I am a poet,
A master of deception.
I hide behind words on a daily.
I can read between your;
Sweet words and;
Sugary sentences.
So please try your lines,
On someone else;
That will be easier to bewitch.
Bogus words,
Don't fool me,
Not anymore.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
The mastery over self is the ability to reboot.
It is an act to be human when the vibe of indifference exists.
Steps to be followed:
- Think of the innocence smile, someone beyond your family
- Think of the reason, last time you had soulful smile
- Think of that person whom you made smile
- Think of the persons whose smile you could preserve
- Think of an idea, sure to trigger smile
Now close your eyes
Remember the last photograph, you got a nice smile
If abled, rebooting completed
Now you are certified
If it doesn’t make change
Repeat the process
Reboot again
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC
fireball burst
searing
probity
clenched coil
bleeds purple
rabid rage
fists itch
sue for
strike
temple warden
glares strained
calls culled
rampant riot
bristles broken
fervid
all exits
blocked tight
stifled screams
fade as winds
of sense
take command
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
In the heart of the fire a temple burns higher
Call me a liar
Do you believe the same as they deceive?
Instinct over spirit recieved
bested by the animalistic quality to falter from taking charge of the fallacy or to clear a path for the bard that beckons to be more than an aspect of frivolity
diminished by ecclesiastical polity
Thine ego spreads like a **** among the flowers growing faster with an unquenchable thirst for power devoted to consumption and the benefit of itself til sour and nothing else
Thus creating an afterimage that resembles all that we desire with all that we pretend to be
Half the ecstasy wired, that we could actually free higher from what comes naturally, divine to masters who wield compassion and invulnerable humility
as a weapon of civility
Surpass the masses' ability
Grasp the clasp of immortal nobility
Endire and outlast the harassment willingly to channel all the blessings of grace it will carry thee
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
The artist doesn't have to be socially accepted, a good dealer, a good speaker or a good citizen.
It as to be art itself.
It's own creation.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
I've been around the world.
Yes, I've been around the world.
A vast garden of trees and lakes.
A tender yet mighty beauty unfurled.
The only thing that makes sense,
To my eyes of pruning; whence,
Did I desire a thing with petals?
A thing with all love's contents?
I do know the world,
Yes, I know the world,
But what I imagine I know not,
Something called a girl?
I'll tinker here and also there,
A little dirt, air and my hair,
What grows here in my garden.
Will soon be everywhere!
I've tried to imagine this,
A passionate, soft kiss.
Manufactured by my power,
It'll be here by the hour.
Yet what I grew from dirt,
Hair, air, and a water squirt,
Seems to be a pile of mud,
With this I can't even flirt!
Oh, can't I have a dream?
Not the milk, but the cream?
There can't be a secret more,
To my new and legendary chore!
I feel alone and spiteful,
This garden's no longer "full",
My hair falls out like petals,
Or how I imagine they would fall...
I look over my failed creation,
And I give it condemnation,
A tear travels to nose's crook,
It falls upon my aberration.
Pow! Like this. Pow! Like that.
Sparks fly and I don't eat my hat,
because what happens before me,
I simply can't not stare at!
Her delicious curves, radiant hair,
Eyes like my garden, a loving stare,
I can't believe what I have done,
Because she is not just anyone!
She is my love, this I can tell,
My heart is healed and I am swell,
Now I can say that I did find,
The flower of my garden.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC