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Rachel Jul 2019
Postmortem thoughts raced in his head
The wet-blanketed machinery post war over-head
Tassels in the stream wave lengthened and abated
Left under wrought iron, muted and latent  

Grave-full the wondering over hills
Smoke ridden skies play fiddles for thrills
Marked a deserter a coward to-be
Stave joins the uniform woe is the helmet free

Consumption as the assault forum
Malaria under tent field wounds
Strategically sound mortals woven and bound
Orders on muskets, send out the hounds!

Bought for the trade ore a plantation plow
Burned to rubble soot and sow
Family mantle abandon its urn
No food for the season now is their turn
Rachel Jul 2019
God was seen wandering around unattended
On the second floor  
Of the downtown Presbyterian Hospital
In the issued opened-back faded mint green gown

God had been admitted to the Hospital, after being picked up
Due to a spree of drunken debauchery.    
God suffered symptoms of memory laps
And an ‘inflamed’ mind
God’s fright paralysis and hyperarousal were also in the mix

Much like the Ouroboros who slays itself
And brings itself back to life
God lives, still, on an endless recycling,
On the second floor of the downtown Presbyterian Hospital

God mingled with the staff and the residence
Making funny coincidences and disorienting reality
Eating ice chips and drinking stale coffee
God looked on carefully to distinguish followers from foes  

Making God’s own sort of rounds
God went around asking family if they’ve got ‘God Conscious?’
Kind of like the slogan ‘Got Milk?’
In those who did not respond to questioning, it was obvious
They did not hear God even ask and clearly did not have this
God Consciousness
That’s OK, God would think quietly, “you soon will.”  

Most did not recognize God as anyone other than a patient
God’s beard and bare feet gave not a clue
There was one young child however, in room 202
Who looked up and saw what she knew to be True
Her monitor stopped and right there and then she joined in God
That young child in room 202
Rachel Jul 2019
Broken and apart for so long.
The sanctity of the holy trinity lives still.
Earth met Heaven and we were together again.

All we ever are is healing,
streaming pain along until it wears thin.
Bring forth the laws of another World to this one
and miracles will ensue.

The head cracked open,
the Universe poured out
and God was revealed.

With two feet in the grave,
all that it requires now
is simply to lie down.
Rachel Jul 2019
O sense of vagueness and shadows of light
Bring forth the drowned sorrows of night
For life’s dreams splendor marred morality
Voices of sound reason tell of blithe and serenity

Deep seasons string together parts and pieces
Divided and folded in the sum of creases
Lord of lightening spills water to cancel all guilt
Branches sway over things remembered but never felt

A compromised child, her truths’ decantation
Selfish schemes produced an unfavored party decoration
Strained order borrowed none from the awakening
Tree in grass moment looked up to the sky held singing

Love on the wings of angels delivered her higher self
All other matters packed and placed on a shelf
Spirited to be remembered and forever free
Infinite light and love for Victoria in eternity
Rachel Jul 2019
The World unzipped, fell open
pealed apart from its encasement
Away the shroud was unveiled  
A shift in the sequence of Time
A Gift
Guilt did not exist
A Gift
Brought on depression a wish for death
The Event
Unfrozen to wake up
The Event
Hast melt away the solid water of pain
Earth of no value
One instant out of time can bring time’s end!
It is ever and always only Now
Cracked open like Humpty Dumpty
The time that is will never ever tell
Rachel Jul 2019
Awaken from ******* so the power can be heard
When words do not reach you
It is found in the stillness of silence

Remembering your identity
Pain as a gateway to peace
Written on your heart
Barriers as the obstacles to truth
Fall away in the stillness of silence

Death removes from us all that we are not
And is a spectacle of the powers of the Universe
To join us as One
Fear not this change in form and
Find strength in the stillness of silence
Rachel Jul 2019
Behold the problem
Ask for the answer
And accept it when it comes

Death as a symbol of the World
A mere change in form
There is no fear only love
All is forgiven in the here and now

Your perceptions are healed
Sickness, an illusion
And all mis-deeds, undone
Love looks upon itself

There is no separation
Resist any fear
Eyeballs are not the seeing
By which dispelled illusions are recognized

Reinstate your constructive powers
Your mind is healed and you are forgiven
There is no pain
There are no problems
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