#re
Your prayers in church
to God Sundays
were daily routine
with me decades long.
I woke up this morning
like before alone
on a flying balloon
in windless silence
as companions
viewing the greenery below
until you materialized in it
in another queen's arms.
I fall off that ride
just to find out it wasn't
any re-occuring dream
I wake up glad right before
I hit down
in my final big boom
Per your promised word dear
we are always together
it just hurts being physically
apart twin butterfly mine.
Asleep or awake it seems
it's all the same heaven
all in the midst switching
from paradise to hell
off and on
I choose Heaven with you
when you chose hell
to be with me
I fell deeply in love with you
Understanding now
I rather share you
then lose you love,
and I no longer fall off
in dreams, or anywhere
Real Kings, mostly
do have many wives
I am glad I was yours
first love,
second wife to be
decades long fianceé
we wanted each other
for our first and last love.
Glad to know what it is
to be loved and love back
to be deeply in love
and without boundaries
enjoying this out
worldly ride.
~~~~~~~~~
By: karijinbba.
Revised 02-2021.
All rights reserved.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 2:48 PM UTC
all thy
despairing words,
lifted from furrowed-lined brow
resting now
upon silver-trayed fingertips,
whereupon and thereupon,
enhanced, rotated, cropped,
18kt gold coated
re-
turned to a good turn
trans-
ported to a novice station
tele-
sorted to unforeseen places
don't ask why,
please do not cry,
it is what
needs doing
re-
possess the unpleasant,
re-
format all cares, away, away,
onto a calendar of a new life,
a world where
where sugar is dietetic,
everything that tastes good,
all taken in moderation,
lest you lose too much weight,
all cavities are filled with good
where we all speak in rhymes,
dueling wits laughing,
collapsing into each other's arms
succumbing to each other's
oral pleasuring
where apples grow on
Eden trees,
Red, for love eternal,
Green, for life perpetual
as for knowledge,
well that inherent,
what you need to know,
what you seek to know,
desired and sudden there,
for all need knowing
inherited, and well-placed,
simply awaiting your asking
even inspiration,
beckoned, binary
this, my world,
now, yours...
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
My mind is a fortress
and so is yours united to win
are summoned to heal self first
calling my own spirit guides
my guardian Archangel Ariel
eager to guide
Aries me exuding innocence (like that of a child) Ariel
“Angelic Ambassador of Divine Magic and Miraculous Manifestation healing others is
near or far healing the inner core first Cimi transforming
the mind whiter then snow
knowing how is the key hole
where goldlock unlocks
summons for urgent healing.
I close my eyes surrounding myself with nature's best
under the bright warm lumminous light of ten suns
My Guardian Angels appear
to guide dispersing darkness
with sun light beams
circling my whole being applying
Saint Germaine's violet flame adhering to this healing circle
of light waiting it's turn
Gold beams emanates from
My king's Jeweled mind
it's a heavenly healing golden light
wrapping itself over this Violet flame circled beam
in deep meditation I beathe in light and exale out any darkness
unhealthy legions, until light exaled is whiter than snow
In the presence of light shadow people virus cannot infiltrate
darkness sickness all dissipates
I breathe in violet flames of Saint Germain and zeal in it's healing
breathing in the violet flame
exaling fear as pure as violet
flame exaled.
with mind busy my imagination becomes a healing deal fascination
the mind becomes its own healing fortress wheel
rolling is action ignition
enableling invoking the heavenly light healing beam plight .
Together
all three circles become the
life breathing rings.
I breath in for others who can't who still wish to be healed.
it's all on a free will field.
Others breathe in healing violet flame undoing bad karmic trash
and exale out legion sickness
regrets averting untimely death.
dispersing healing living light
from this sanctuary tower plight
with healer mind replicating
circles of healing flame light
beamed around fellow Man's vessels
of distressed virulent souls;
they gladly re-live and breathe
we are all one mind united indeed we win.
Our minds joined as one
are the rolling drive needed .
Healing united mind to mind we are all the manifesting power for healing by the violet flame
F+O+R+T+R+E+S+S
~~~~~~
K-a-r-i-j-i-n-b-b-a.
04-12-2020 besting cov-19
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Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC
I may never strut my stuff confidently on stage as part of some grand theatrical production which earns rave reviews.
But through my deeply-felt love of the written word, I have been generously afforded the chance to live vicariously through the adventures of many a character who have held me in thrall over the years.
Be it the CIA agent Jack Ryan and his daring espionage escapades or that utmost epitome of heroism, Ulysses and the epic trials and perils he must overcome to return home and be reunited with his patiently waiting, long-suffering wife, I have brilliantly outsmarted enemy operatives and gotten the better of hideously hulking, one-eyed giants named Cyclops among other praiseworthy feats.
So, the next time you're suffering a potent attack of stultifying boredom, try reading a book and soon you will be hooked.
The End.
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 3:25 PM UTC
Life, it seems a question
That’s answered only in death
A light that leaves your body
As you grasp for your last breath
What comes next
Nobody can know
You came like a dream
And now I’m alone
The tears that I bleed
Are hidden by lies
My love is spread thin
For those I would die
Her eyes gave me access
To see through her soul
Now I've gone blind
How could she let go
If death holds the answer
And love holds the key
Then somewhere beyond
She’s waiting for me
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
krause asu
AN accident.
That's how, but why?
Many universes, many realities, imaginable
conceivable
how long must one live in a cardboard box
to confess the experienced
boxtime
altered next from then to now.
Copenhagen Calvinist or Lutherin or Anabaptist
holier than I, as was I, as the Hermit hidden
in the fool on the hill,
telling secret meanings to nowhere man, now
here
we're...
touching a time when knowing out paced known
knowables, imaginables were
imagined, not evil, but fine tuned to approach
per fection in effect
what more can I ask? All my debts are paid.
Accidental debt accrual demands accidental debt relief.
Political-lic, that's where my party stands.
Jubilee, nowhere has the ver been
a time like
now. We being at all, as mere words, heard only once,
never uttered
utter non sensed tone tuned to augmented minds
-- bio logic circuit
-- try a spark
Gleam in grandpa's eye, try umph, boy. Better up.
Swing and there is the crack of the bat
never heard, a clap
just now, you are on the ball, and this is
what that always means,
history-wise.
Okeh. Like safe. No war. Okeh. Mark to follow, someday.
biologic circuitry is so unbelievable,
to whom? All who see the supsumpsystems and the info resources,
re re re, every, meaning as if ever were in
finite, every things reasonable countable and measured,
AN ark is a box. Rectangular, most oft.
A box. Hermits live in boxes, some times,
with a coven-ante-cipitate, tincture
of this and that, with a drop o' Paracelsus fave,
Hermetic hermenuetic magishit.
Mercury, liquid conducter, okeh.
You axt a reason for the faith in the wrong *******
autodidactic augmented and medicated old man.
I hapt to save a dammercury switch from an old thermostat,
with a bi-metal coil we could
spring
into action and launch afacethefact face that fact face of fact
fracture
tap. Twist it, there, balance, level, spirit levels bubble
hermetic form flow act
ioncat ion quest
ion--
spark-- the idea imagicish dealybob- gleam
right
the feeling of gleam. Toothpaste imparts
*** appeal, I pana imparts diligence, pepsodent is perfect
for explosive types averse to yellow,
stripe,
oh my god,
game changer. Hidden persuaders never saw us,
by stripe are we healed and made bright white and loveable,
said the tooth from the future, we learned, in school, to love
each night, with a brisk brush before our
prayer for no cavities could be answered.
tap right there.
Gem quality. The meaning of life, I magine, is more.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
I appreciate you share
can see what you can see
and maybe grasp your bits I dare
Yet got a dream, pics I foresee
about swimming, flowers
meanders and sea.
They are bold and they are bright
free to unfold for someone
who’s in need for some more light
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:56 AM UTC
Top notch legal scholar Erin Go Braw
(less concerned about being fair versus
abominable, irrevocable, and execrable
unforgivable oversight most holy "M" & *****
cabinet of high priests,
sans spelling chieftains ready to claw
your person to bits,
and they presage remote clemency
which decision told, when Jeff Sessions
decides final punishment to draw
now, (see excerpted lines
visited with glaring flaw
"Benediction For Lord Apple Macintosh"
where ...bot sized wetbacks, setbacks,
and drawbacks, required a secret char),...
intimates a "hee haw"
and rock'm n sock'm pull no punches
square at yar triangular jaw
YES, on account misspelling,
whence Grammarian Jude Law
at the least aims (to topple a prospective
title of eminence grise), banning access
to such undeserved
catbird seat, sans Rhetorical perch
laughing while ja plaintively call for maw
**** Oxford English Dictionary - but naw
can do, and hence paw
mister trumpeting
"FAKE" wordsmith raw
flesh will turn into....
unreadable print until closing text
that elaborates how holiness felt vexed.
To ye (a freshly minted scalawag),
these 20/20 eyes bulged agog
while steaming with invective
at what attempted
to pass as sacred poetic blog
when thee (Matthew Scott Harris),
now pronounced, an illiterate,
immoderate, and inveterate å!@#$%∑
with a severe cerebral clog
(meaning prefrontal lobotomy
not out of the question),
you m~r mangy whelp of a she dog
(my humble apologies to canines),
less deserving than being
whipped near death's doorstep flog
after henchmen (strongly
resembling Alaskan BullWorms
guarding this royal hutch,
herein Cupertino, California.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
the celebrated sailing frog
from Montgomery County
went a court'n, or so the tale iz toad
to a grand ole mansion built around 1910,
and e'en 'pon
being razed ~2012 ah no dummy
sea worthiness still plainly showed,
twas February 28th, 1968,
when my father
bought the house at 324 Level Road
majority deuce score plus nineteen years,
rush back with unfettered exuberant zeal
this aging elf spent psalm tranquil
May days sung sotto voce
atop memorialized, prized,
shingled out, ship-shape valued,
venerated, vip voted faux ****** demesne
"Glen Elm" named private
100+ acre wooded common weal
many a pitch perfect spring day
found yours truly
frankly basking atop the spacious roof
oft times begging the cosmic force
irrationally lyft ting this Earthlinked bing,
this uber dreamer
willingly taken with ****
(magic amazing dragons)
presuming my absence,
would not be missed and whereabouts
no cause for alarm,
but the usual antics of a contemplative goof
ball, and aware
a minor for hair (Sunkist) gold
Helios innocently beckoned,
this then sole Sol tanned
within the solar raised fold
surrendering while atop
the multi acred roof where any cold
melted away, whence became bathed
like a bronze statue of auld.
zip pose zing the weather forecast
donned wafted air
fragrant with flowered flora
visibility for miles
if ether crystal clear,
this high da way countless yards
off the ground presented flare
approximating pristine floral display
with powerfully poignant immunity
against cackling, jeering, scowling,
parents or other nemesis with glare
ring (smoke emitting nostrils),
an idyll escape for this heir
to the throne of the mountain king,
this make believe verdant submerged lair
unwittingly left a gaping hole,
when Gambone Brothers
industrial machinery voraciously
made clean sweep,
without a trace of former imp pier
real resilient stately structured heart
of "Glen Elm" could no longer rear
the well built when helplessly, holistically humbly
brought to her knees
(gory detail aye will spare),
nonetheless more than one pearl shaped tear
trickled down chafed
sad reddened cheeks,
whose head must veer
away asper thine subsequently
blotted out never never never land
eclipsed by transient rubble,
thence vinyl city (dis) graced sacred space,
no doubt a great ache,
when Saint Nick sought
sought in vain for
324 Templed throne every where!
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
“ After decades of measurements and debate, we are now confident that the overwhelming majority of our universe’s matter – about 84 percent – is not made up of atoms, or of any other known substance. Although we can feel the gravitational pull of this other matter, and clearly tell that it’s there, we simply do not know what it is. This mysterious stuff is invisible, or at least nearly so. For lack of a better name, we call it “dark matter.” But naming something is very different from understanding it. Over the past 15 years, for example, experiments designed to detect individual particles of dark matter have become a million times more sensitive, and yet no signs of these elusive particles have appeared. And although the Large Hadron Collider has by all technical standards performed beautifully, with the exception of the Higgs boson, no new particles or other phenomena have been discovered.”
Dan Hooper, Associate Scientist in Theoretical Astrophysics at Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory and Associate Professor of Astronomy and Astrophysics, University of Chicago.
I am indebted to EarthSkyNews and its writers and editor Deborah Byrd for their inspirational articles that set an imagination afire.
Looking For God
(a personal interpretation)
Oh, my goodness, Halloween.
Secular as we’ve become we search between
The stars for something we can’t find -
Something way, way, way behind
(or maybe not), for calculations more than hint
At something there. Something here
And all around,
Something we can measure,
Possibly a ground of being -
Universe the metaphor -
Or should one say ‘universes’?
Utterly enchanting this research,
For ‘re’- means ‘one more time’, afresh, again;
We’re looking all the time and then some.
‘Search’, its origin in Latin’s ‘circle’
We are going ‘round in circles
To complete a circle, time and time again.
Looking for design and pattern
Palpable, its charm disarming
And perhaps alarming,
If we ever find it.
Looking For God 10.31.2017
Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; God Book II;
Arlene Corwin
I am indebted to EarthSkyNews and its writers and editor Deborah Byrd for their inspirational articles that set an imagination afire.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC
Good night my love
How I wish you well
The respect of The Gods
The eyes that tell
The truth of hearts
That secrets concealed
Intentions seem harmless
Yet still I feel
To breathe you in
And not exhale
I believe that love
Is a magical spell
Our world is infested
With the thoughts of fools
Yet trust is a knife
In the hands of two
Fear is an issue
We must cut through...
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
*His heart is a furnace,
Burning ever, furiously
And in the brightness, there is no language,
To try and describe what it is he sees,
Within his eyes of steel
He laughs at life, and grits his teeth,
To bear the weight upon his chest
A road of Tankas beneath his feet,
To pave his way,
Both in and out of the wilderness
And to speak his sound, is most profound,
But it will never sound out quite the way you think
Because his word are but a memory,
A jarring song, which for some reason,
He never bothers to sing
So you can wait, and you can hope,
That steely glance you might just catch
But hold your breath beside a furnace,
Because all things good, and all things burning,
Will not forever burn nor last*
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
bean hollow
Bean hollow
Thank you thee
For all the fantastic memories
From post fairy store dates
to when I grew up and had adventures
At your front doorstep
Thanks bean hollow
For the times that we shared
Not only with Tomás
But for my other friends and yeah
I appreciate you
And love everything too
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
. Ready; reassure.
Relax; recline.
Render; record.
Remove; reveal.
Receive; retrieve.
Refill; rejoice.
Redo; redress.
Regret; repent.
"REPEAT!!" she begged.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
Reglossing, rewashing, removing, returning,
she kept using the same cloth to wipe up this mess.
All of the same mistakes constantly repeating,
spools of half-hearted "I'm sorry's" unwinding,
foolproof promise to cover for her missed absence.
I persist reloading, rewinding, replaying
watching the film of our lives together, pausing
at moments where temporarily, I confess,
unpredictable happiness ceased repeating.
This trainwreck of a show carries on, blistering
slides that I want to swipe clean, but her name suppress
stained slates developing, deflecting, destroying.
I throw away the footage, romanticizing
sheer ideas of finally making progress
forgetting her. But relapse results repeating
bad habits. There is not a remedy. I cling
to the seasons of the past, wanting to digress
reminding, rewinding, removing, regretting.
'Til the cloth clears again, chaos keeps repeating.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
The mundane day
Eaten by the ebony sky
Empties into the basin
Of the new day
Time is old
Yet there exists
The new day
Existing due to the passing
Of the old time
Renew the soul
Of every human
Who wakes again
To the new day
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
Restructured
The fiber of my being
Reordered
The placement of my priorities
Reconsidered
The core of truths validity
Realigned
My moral compass and sense of duty
Rediscovered
The spark of my life and ingenuity
Recommited
Life
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC