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There’s always been a counter-culture.
And by counter-culture
I do not mean the CPAs or CEOs,
Or those money **’s at Goldman-Sachs,
Nor do I conjure up a ****** of Brooklynese,
Some De Niro or Pacino, or
Bobby-come-lately Cannavale--
This decade’s guinea strunz--
Standing on the back of the truck
Checking his hand full of dollar--
As in Almighty Dollar--bills.
Another hour’s pay & time to
“Count duh money.”
Nor do I mean Harvey Korman
In his greatest film role:
“Count De Monet,”
Part 1 of Mel Brooks’
History of the World:
Harvey as French fop, 1789,
And we may as well throw a
Sop to Cerberus with nary a
Bean Counter around, to be found.
And if you are with me thus far,
You may as well stick it out to the end.

What one word defines the counter-culture?
For me: RESISTANCE,
Any kneecap reflexive swim against the tide.
For Count DeMonet:  La Résistance.
When hair is short,
They grow theirs long,
Or shave their heads,
Pierce their tongues & *******,
Inka-dinka-dooing their epidermis,
Mere skin-deep commitment to Liberté,
Always the least tangible of
French tripartite banner slogans.
The French:
As always, putting up a good show,
Masters of illusion & flexibility
When it comes to ethnic integrity,
Captain Louie Renault, Vichy stooge,
Exemplar extraordinaire,
Double shocked to find gambling
Going on at Rick’s Café,
His morality to the wind,
Tacking strategically,
Playing it safe, as always, a
Fickle-finger to the weather.
The French: girlie men, bent over
Presenting bidet-puckered rectums,
For *** and Viet Cong humiliation,
Once again, declaring victory,
While slipping out the back door,
Wearing nothing but their socks.
But I digress.

The Counter-Culture,
A mile wide and a centimeter deep,
Putting up a good front,
A Potemkin still life,
In it for appearance sake,
Like Billy Crystal doing Fernando Lamas:
“It's better to look good
Than to feel good.”
Looking marvelous, of course,
All the girls want to be
The Dragon Tattoo girl,
Haunted & smart,
Solitary & suspicious,
Cybercrime wealthy.
Cashing in, raking in affluence;
The guys all with Bobbitt night sweats,
***** shriveled, shrunken ball-sacks,
Count De Monet
Counting duh money.
Arcassin B Jan 2015
By Arcassin and Lorena

LL : There's lights flashing somewhere... 
I know,
I've just been blind

Capturing insanity 
Demons they fool me
They'll pull you close, then grind

Fetal position 
And now,
Nothing can be fine
And nothing's alright

Stretch
My
Bones
Again

There's lights flashing somewhere...
I know,
I've just been blind,

AB:  i can see it beaming from afar...
We heard,
The sounds must be solar,

I plead insanity,
Updates from the sinning tree,
We would have the greatest time,

Crazy expeditions,
Well how?
No need to sigh,
Just get thru the night,

Take,
It,
All,
In,

I can see it beaming from afar...
We heard,
They must be solar.
#GreatestCollabs
anonymous Jul 2012
I’m with you in Sisters,
Where our aspirations are only as big as the mountains around us,
I’m with you in Sisters,
Where the only people that matter are right here with us,
I’m with you in Sisters,
Where a harvest moon smiles back at us in the night,
I’m with you in Sisters,
Your dreams of being a painter have come back to you,
And there is no need for artificial bliss,
I’m with you in Sisters,
The sounds of the basketball can be heard with the mirth of a generation,
I’m with you in Sisters,
There are no steps left to take onto the train that leads only to
A future without me,
I’m with you in sisters,
And we can hear the snow before it comes,
And the lamas grazing in the woods with their friends,
I’m with you in Sisters,
We clean the stalls with urgency,
For what awaits inside is better than real life,
I’m with you in sisters,
The smell of spring is here, and the birds won’t stop for us,
And the mountains smile back at the youth left behind us,
I’m with you in Sisters,
Where you can’t forget me so the camera isn’t necessary,
And the scent dancing faintly at the edge of our noses is bread baking in the house,
I’m with you in Sisters,
I wish we grew up here together, would I be different?
Would you?
I’m with you in Sisters,
Where I can’t get the Bridgetown out of my head,
So nothing seems real,
I’m with you in Sisters,
It’s June, and I’ve bought a cabin in the field where we forgot ourselves,
And you all come have a *** of coffee and we go on adventures together,
Where we don’t need swords or magic,
I’m with you in Sisters,
Where the machinations of men can’t affect the splendor of the seasons,
We will never frown again,
We will never sleep again,
We will never fight again,
I’m with you in Sisters,
We are kids forever, and there is nothing to forget because every day is perfect in a different way.
Arcassin B Jan 2015
Shout outs to :

Mayas

Creep That Loved You

Wolf Spirit aka quinfinn

Soul Survivor

Eli

Elizabeth Squires

Aniya

Vaugue remembrance

Joe malgeri

Ember Evanescent

Aesha nisar

Weeping willow

Correna Taylor

SPT

KetomaRose

FNB

Kalypso

Wordvango

Lorena Lamas

Patty m
<3 love you guys I look up to y'all all day everyday ✌✌✌

If you don't **** with me , **** the rest of y'all ,
Especially the fake ones
The people I didn't mention , keep making me happy :)
Es fácil vaticinar que los propagandistas de la infancia no van a interrumpir su campaña
quieren vendernos la inocencia cual si fuera un desodorante o un horóscopo
después de todo saben que caeremos como gorriones en la trampa
piando nostalgias inventando recuerdos perfeccionando la ansiedad

los geniales demagogos de la infancia
así se llamen Amicis o Proust o Lamorisse
sólo recapitulan turbadores sacrificios móviles campanarios globos que vuelven a su nube de origen
su paraíso recobrable no es exactamente nuestro siempre perdido paraíso
su paraíso tan seguro como dos y dos son cuatro no cabe en nuestro mezquino walhalla
ese logaritmo que nunca está en las tablas

los impecables paleontólogos de la infancia
duchos en exumar rondas triciclos mimos y otros fósiles
tienen olfato e intuición suficientes como para desenterrar y desplegar mitos cautivantes pavores sabrosos felicidad a cuerda

esos decisivos restauradores
con destreza profesional tapan grietas y traumas
y remiendan con zurcido invisible el desgarrón que arruinaba nuestro compacto recuerdo de cielo

sin embargo un día habrá que entrar a saco la podrida infancia
no el desván
allí apenas habitan los juguetes rotos los álbumes de sellos el ferrocarril rengo o sea la piel reseca de la infancia
no  las fotografías y su letargo sepia
habrá que entrar a saco la miseria

porque la infancia
además del estanque de azogada piedad
que a cualquier precio adquieren los ávidos turistas del regreso
además de la espiga y la arañita
y el piano de Mompou
además del alegre asombro que dicen hubo
además de la amistad con el perro del vecino
del juego con las trenzas que hacen juego
además de todo eso
tan radiante tan modestamente fabuloso
y sin embargo tan cruelmente olvidado
la infancia es otra cosa

por ejemplo la oprobiosa galería de  rostros
encendidos de entusiasmo puericultor y algunas veces de crueldad dulzona
y es (también la infancia tiene su otoño) la caída de las primeras máscaras
la vertiginosa temporada que va de la inauguración del pánico a la vergüenza de la masturbación inicial rudimentaria
la gallina asesinada por los garfios de la misma buena parienta que nos arropa al comienzo de la noche
la palabra cáncer y la noción de que no hay exorcismo que valga
la rebelión de la epidermis las estupefacciones convertidas en  lamparones de diversos diseños y medidas
la noche como la gran cortina que nadie es capaz de descorrer y que sin embargo oculta la prestigiosa momia del porvenir

por ejemplo la recurrente pesadilla
de diez cien veinte mil encapuchados
cuyo silencio a coro repetirá un longplay treinta años más tarde con el alevoso fascinante murmullo de los lamas del Tibet en sus cantos de muerte
pero que por entonces es sólo una interminable fila de encapuchados balanceándose saliéndose del sueño golpeando en el empañado vidrio de la cocina
proponiendo el terror y sus múltiples sobornos anexos

la otra infancia es qué duda cabe el insomnio con los ardides de su infierno acústico
uno dejándose llevar despojado de sábanas mosquitero camisón y pellejo
uno sin bronquios y sin tímpanos
dejándose llevar imaginándose llevado hacia un lejanísismo casi inalcanzable círculo o celda o sima donde no hay hormigas ni abuela ni quebrados ni ventana ni sopa y donde el ruido del mundo llega sólo como un zumbido ni siquiera insistente
es el golpe en la cara para ser más exacto en la  nariz
el caliente sabor de la primera sangre tragada
y el arranque de la inquina la navidad del odio que irza el pelo calienta las orejas aprieta los dientes gira los puños en un molinete enloquecido mientras los demás asisten como un cerco de horripiladas esperanzas timideces palabrotas y ojos con nauseas

es la chiquilina obligatoria distancia
la teresa rubia
de ojos alemanes y sonrisa para otros
humilladora de mis lápices de veneración de mis insignias de ofrenda de mis estampillas de homenaje
futura pobre gorda sofocada de deudas y de hijos pero entonces tan lejos y escarpada
y es también el amigo el único el mejor
aplastado en la calle


un día de éstos habrá que entrar a saco la podrida infancia
habrá que entrar a saco la miseria

sólo después
con el magro botín en las manos crispadamente adultas
sólo después
ya de regreso
podrá uno permitirse el lujo la merced el pretexto
el disfrute
de hacer escala en el desván
y revisar las fotos en su letargo sepia.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
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In disused field is a blooming temple.
An ancient apple tree waiting eternal,
This stone bold sculpture was forged
With nimbus hands and windy eyes.
In hushed airs, Shiva dances to light,
Waves, sacred arms without swaying.

Bearded ones come to pay homage,
The solemn chickadees, the ranging
Sparrows, red robed robins— priestly                                                         ­   
Doves, all who see are one enveloped
In graces of the New World Bodhi tree,
Waiting for blossoms so dearly come.

Edge of boughs brim under heavens
Landing with mystic verges of spirit
Into the mind of the eyes of nature—
Kali-flowered ears of lichen are pale
Green in their devotions, pummeled
By seas of seasons, foggy to the fray.

Finches, yellow, reflecting in a star,
Devout wee lamas golden with halo,
Are kneeling above berm, this nobby
Trunk, stave, inside bodacious stupa
Bell who sings clear, without ringing,
Body of elder grace, wisdoms, ages.

In cast irreverence, seldom do crows
Visit, when they do there is menace
Of the Jinn, dark giants in the levels,
Mercifully, out of shame, they do not
Stay, black wings due, die in luminous
Day moon, rain soak sun, balmy mist.

On pilgrim journeys, whirlings, prayer
Wheels, guide shy flocks riding gnarl,
Indie goddess, to overreaching love,
By sores of hollow in the steps, open
To being, brindles of myriad meadow
In temple blossoms— numinous suns.

Of both earth and sky, shines a beauty,
Whose form is written in blistering bark,
The ciphers of tongue to Sanskrit leaves
And lost fruits, given over, unforbiddens,
Within old apple tree a great wilderness
And all the branch of wings are knowing.
Ysabel Nov 2017
Patawad Inay sa walang pakundangang pagsuway sa iyong mga pinaguutos,
Sa walang kagatol-gatol na pagsumbat sa bawat pangaral,
Sa walang lamas na pagwaldas sa mga pinaghirapan niyong salapi,
At sa patuloy na pakikipagkaibigan sa mga kaaway.

Ako,
kami,
ay hindi na nakikinig,
hindi na natututo mula sa mga nangyari noong pahanon mo,
mula sa mga karanasang hindi mo malilimutan.

Kaya´t Inay sa susunod na mga taon ay sisikapin ko, sa tulong ng aking mga kapatid, ng aking mga kaibigan na patuloy na nagtitiwala sa akin, ay babaguhin ko ang aming bansa. Kami ay magiging radikal upang ang pagbabagong ito ay hindi masayang at maging isang panaginip lamang.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2015
.
In disused field is a blooming temple.
An ancient apple tree waiting eternal,
This stone bold sculpture was forged
With nimbus hands and windy eyes.
In hushed airs, Shiva dances to light,
Waves, sacred arms without swaying.

Bearded ones come to pay homage,
The solemn chickadees, the ranging
Sparrows, red robed robins— priestly
Doves, all who see are one enveloped
In graces of the New World Bodhi tree,
Waiting for blossoms so dearly come.

Edge of boughs brim under heavens
Landing with mystic verges of spirit
Into the mind of the eyes of nature—
Kali-flowered ears of lichen are pale
Green in their devotions, pummeled
By seas of seasons, foggy to the fray.

Finches, yellow, reflecting in a star,
Devout wee lamas golden with halo,
Are kneeling above berm, this nobby
Trunk, stave, inside bodacious stupa
Bell who sings clear, without ringing,
Body of elder grace, wisdoms, ages.

In cast irreverence, seldom do crows
Visit, when they do there is menace
Of the Jinn, dark giants in the levels,
Mercifully, out of shame, they do not
Stay, black wings due, die in luminous
Day moon, rain soak sun, balmy mist.

On pilgrim journeys, whirlings, prayer
Wheels, guide shy flocks riding gnarl,
Indie goddess, to overreaching love,
By sores of hollow in the steps, open
To being, brindles of myriad meadow
In temple blossoms— numinous suns.

Of both earth and sky, shines a beauty,
Whose form is written in blistering bark,
The ciphers of tongue to Sanskrit leaves
And lost fruits, given over, unforbiddens,
Within old apple tree a great wilderness
And all the branch of wings are knowing.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2015
In disused field is a blooming temple.
An ancient apple tree waits eternal,
This stone bold sculpture was forged
With nimbus hands and windy eyes.
In hushed airs, Shiva dances to light,
Waves, sacred arms without swaying.

Bearded ones come to pay homage,
The solemn chickadees, the ranging
Sparrows, red robed robins— priestly                                                         ­    
Doves, all who see are one enveloped
In graces of the New World Bodhi tree,
Waiting for blossoms so dearly come.

Edge of boughs brim under heavens
Landing with mystic verges of spirit
Into the mind of the eyes of nature—
Kali-flowered ears of lichen are pale
Green in their devotions, pummeled
By seas of seasons, foggy to the fray.

Finches, yellow, reflecting in a star,
Devout wee lamas golden with halo,
Are kneeling above berm, this nobby
Trunk, stave, inside bodacious stupa
Bell who sings clear, without ringing,
Body of elder grace, wisdoms, ages.

In cast irreverence, seldom do crows
Visit, when they do there is menace
Of the Jinn, dark giants in the levels,
Mercifully, out of shame, they do not
Stay, black wings due, die in luminous
Day moon, rain soak sun, balmy mist.

On pilgrim journeys, whirlings, prayer
Wheels, guide shy flocks riding gnarl,
Indie goddess, to overreaching love,
By sores of hollow in the steps, open
To being, brindles of myriad meadow
In temple blossoms— numinous suns.

Of both earth and sky, shines a beauty,
Whose form is written in blistering bark,
The ciphers of tongue to Sanskrit leaves
And lost fruits, given over, unforbiddens,
Within old apple tree a great wilderness
And all the branch of wings are knowing.
Why LOVE is not forgettable?
Its existed since four thousand years
Trampled by human race
Uplifted by Gods and sons of God
The Prophets and the Messaih
The saints and seers
The Lamas and Sufis
Who march ahead for compassion & care
Bearing the flags of non-violence
with a promise not to hurt anyone

And now you got the scent of LOVE?
I see you are on the way to discover it
And Re-live your life with LOVE
Whether you belong to a family
Or you decide to be a Gypsy
LOVE always shows you the way
And LOVE always yields its returns
Even if not for you - NOW
Surely for the entire human race
For the next four thousand years!
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2016
.
In disused field is a blooming temple.
An ancient apple tree waiting eternal,
This stone bold sculpture was forged
With nimbus hands and windy eyes.
In hushed airs, Shiva dances to light,
Waves, sacred arms without swaying.

Bearded ones come to pay homage,
The solemn chickadees, the ranging
Sparrows, red robed robins— priestly
Doves, all who see are one enveloped
In graces of the New World Bodhi tree,
Waiting for blossoms so dearly come.

Edge of boughs brim under heavens
Landing with mystic verges of spirit
Into the mind of the eyes of nature—
Kali-flowered ears of lichen are pale
Green in their devotions, pummeled
By seas of seasons, foggy to the fray.

Finches, yellow, reflecting in a star,
Devout wee lamas golden with halo,
Are kneeling above berm, this nobby
Trunk, stave, inside bodacious stupa
Bell who sings clear, without ringing,
Body of elder grace, wisdoms, ages.

In cast irreverence, seldom do crows
Visit, when they do there is menace
Of the Jinn, dark giants in the levels,
Mercifully, out of shame, they do not
Stay, black wings due, die in luminous
Day moon, rain soak sun, balmy mist.

On pilgrim journeys, whirlings, prayer
Wheels, guide shy flocks riding gnarl,
Indie goddess, to overreaching love,
By sores of hollow in the steps, open
To being, brindles of myriad meadow
In temple blossoms— numinous suns.

Of both earth and sky, shines a beauty,
Whose form is written in blistering bark,
The ciphers of tongue to Sanskrit leaves
And lost fruits, given over, unforbiddens,
Within old apple tree a great wilderness
And all the branch of wings are knowing.
Bob B Nov 2016
"You can have my wife.
I’ll give up my truck.
I admit, without them
Life would really ****.
Take my riding mower
And my rod and reel;
And while you are at it,
Take my new fifth wheel.
That will really hurt;
Life won't be so fun.
But you can take most anything;
Just don’t take my gun!
 
"Come and get my tools—
My hammer and my drill.
Don’t forget to also
Take my Solaire grill.
I’ll part with my saws—
Dovetail, chain, and rip.
Take the whole tool shed;
I ain’t gonna quip.
You can have my kids—
Take ‘em one by one.
I’ll get by without ‘em all;
Just don’t take my gun!
 
"Take my fishing tackle
And my motor boat.
If you want I’ll even
Throw in my last oat.
Go on, take my Stetson
And my Tony Lamas
And that mantle clock there
(Though it was my mama’s).
Hell, take all my clothes—
Don’t bother leaving none.
I don’t need ‘em anyway;
Just don’t take my gun!
 
"You can have my sofa
And my favorite chair.
Take my widescreen TV;
I don’t really care.
Go on, take my beer,
My freezer full of grouse,
My washer and my dryer...
Take the whole **** house.
I’ll give you all my tales—
Every yarn I’ve spun.
You can have my heart and soul;
Just don’t take my gun!"

- by Bob B
BLitZeD Feb 2016
As I wonder, I conjure a monster with this wand and my honor.
I ponder how you can squander my genre, I'm lava.
Anacondas to lamas, venomous, I'm black mambas.
Garfield comma lasagna, that's pasta.
Comets comment on the trauma after I bombed ya.  
***** iguana after the ***** in the Bahamas.
In the cabana like Osama, hide and seek, trying to avoid the drama.
but my Pride hunts and peaks when I speak,
A void, this is the 3Y3 of the BLitZ3D SAGA.
Blunts of kief while I reap, hydroponic droid.
Quick like Raffekie but I lead like Mufassa.
I'm Scar to hyenas, and yes I am Luke's Father.
Hiatus, I'm too high, I am a Sky Walker.
Hydra made, I claim Dark Mage
Use 3's when I write, and spell magic with a K.
Your gana need to come harder.
This is Tree times 3 vs Special K.
Said **** it and versed myself 3 ways that one day.
It was MagiKal, see the intentional K?
Savage truth, My pills red.
Down the rabbit hole, I'm here to stay.
Reach out an ravage your ankle.
Pull you in, M.I.B. I'm Agent-K.
Mage In Black, Dark Arts,
Matrix word play, not an absurd grey.
Prometheus, I am Predator,
A.I., I-Robot, I Am Legend,
Will Smith, Independence Day.
Annunaki I am a descendant.
The First Demi they selected,
Earths representative that slays.
An entity,
When they spoke of god, what they meant was me.
The incarnation of uncertainty.
Hell bent on carnage, feeds on false beliefs.
"The Scripture", "Birthed from the streets."
A reputation you cant tarnish.
I don't expect relief.
Mercy is for the week.
I'll die standing before I ever drop to a knee.
The first to leap.
I AM BLitZ3D.
THIS IS TH3 3Y3'S OF TH3 L3GACY THAT IS M3.
"E.T"
"A Lion, A Demon, A Creature Of Myth, An Alien Being"
Plasma is on the page but ET's not bleeding.
Thats just my pen leaking, Kracken ink can be misleading.
Submerged marines, Titanic icebergs, Atlantis reemerge on my command , sorcerer supreme, Gigantic knights Converge,
Looped in a green screen dream sequence scene theme,
"The Sheep Will Always Scream"
Eye of the storm, I am Dopamine
I am dope, I mean. Am I not dope man?
I am the dope man to the feigns
(To Be Continued...)
http://www.writerscafe.org/blitzed
BLitZeD Feb 2016
As I wonder, I conjure a monster with this wand and my honor.
I ponder how you can squander my genre, I'm lava.
Anacondas to lamas, venomous, I'm black mambas.
Garfield comma lasagna, that's pasta.
Comets comment on the trauma after I bombed ya.  
***** iguana after the ***** in the Bahamas.
In the cabana like Osama, hide and seek, trying to avoid the drama.
but my Pride hunts and peaks when I speak,
A void, this is the 3Y3 of the BLitZ3D SAGA.
Blunts of kief while I reap, hydroponic droid.
Quick like Raffekie but I lead like Mufassa.
I'm Scar to hyenas, and yes I am Luke's Father.
Hiatus, I'm too high, I am a Sky Walker.
Hydra made, I claim Dark Mage
Use 3's when I write, and spell magic with a K.
Your gana need to come harder.
This is Tree times 3 vs Special K.
Said **** it and versed myself 3 ways that one day.
It was MagiKal, see the intentional K?
Savage truth, My pills red.
Down the rabbit hole, I'm here to stay.
Reach out an ravage your ankle.
Pull you in, M.I.B. I'm Agent-K.
Mage In Black, Dark Arts,
Matrix word play, not an absurd grey.
Prometheus, I am Predator,
A.I., I-Robot, I Am Legend,
Will Smith, Independence Day.
Annunaki I am a descendant.
The First Demi they selected,
Earths representative that slays.
An entity,
When they spoke of god, what they meant was me.
The incarnation of uncertainty.
Hell bent on carnage, feeds on false beliefs.
"The Scripture", "Birthed from the streets."
A reputation you cant tarnish.
I don't expect relief.
Mercy is for the weak.
I'll die standing before I ever drop to a knee.
The first to leap.
I AM BLitZ3D.
THIS IS TH3 3Y3'S OF TH3 L3GACY THAT IS M3.
"E.T"
"A Lion, A Demon, A Creature Of Myth, An Alien Being"
Plasma is on the page but ET's not bleeding.
Thats just my pen leaking, Kracken ink can be misleading.
Submerged marines, Titanic icebergs, Atlantis reemerge on my command , sorcerer supreme, Gigantic knights Converge,
Looped in a green screen dream sequence scene theme,
"The Sheep Will Always Scream"
Eye of the storm, I am Dopamine
I am dope, I mean. Am I not dope man?
I am the dope man to the feigns
(To Be Continued...)
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KathleenAMaloney Aug 2016
Makes Me Feel Alive!!!!!!
Dancing Saturns
Revving Up the Room
African Dance Club
Bright White Lights of Acknowledgement
Give  These Twists and Twirls
This Night
Called Life Pure Love
Rub up Against Me Love
Show The Way We Way
Tomorrows Gift
Another Day!!!
Baby, take me into the Miracle Light
Love Is the Breeze
That sings This Holy Temple

I saw The Sign
Comet in the Sky
Angels  Blessing
Rocket Man
Gratitude Our Fuel
Take My Love
And Hold it Forever
Spread This Wealth  I am
From The Highest Mountain
Let the Monarchs Gather
Fire Ritual Of A Lamas touch
Horizon Magic Word of God
Take This Glittering 
Nepal
Mountain Legacy onoma
Our Gift
Blessings
Star bucks to Peru Nepal  give PayPal all  
Great Britain Rowing
Kilamontjaro
Kentucky Biys and Girls Clubs
Seattle Rowing  and Greenlake Preservation
Police and Fire Departments
Finland Forest Preservation and Paer Industry
H
They passed on the outskirts of Archangelos to go to Tsambikas. They were going to the Hellenika Necropolis, where he was waiting for them more than 400 kilometers to the west in the Cyclades. Precisely in Kímolos,  where they would have a conversation with Tsambikas to make the channeling with the Hellenika Necropolis. Etréstles had traveled with Kanti the steed to Kímolos, on his back they saw the distance, before they arrived at Mandraki in Rhodes. They all made their way up the coast into Archangelos, but Etréstles went to Hellenika. The Vas Auric was landed in Mandraki, for the purposes of the Creation of Vernarth with the Apostle Saint John.

Kímolo, on this island was the famous beginning of the procession to the outskirts of the cities, to deposit their sacred remains, on the way to a better one. Here were the martyrs who were accustomed to Etréstles, since he cohabits in procrastination with Drestnia for the new millennium (His female) with the one who resides in the Koumeterium of Messolonghi, in the ninth vertical cemetery. Having chapels and altars, this place was conducive to doing between Kímolos and Tsambikas, what was so many kilometers away, so the performance of the meeting between villages would be seen intact, to be resurrected and would be worshiped between the Cyclades and the Dodecanese, with the pious exercises between both latitudes, precisely in the Theoskepasti chapel, while in Tsambika it would be in the Panagia Tsambika monastery. Etréstles carried in both hands a few candles of some population gifts, with laws of civility and of generations lived there without knowing each other between both islands and tabernacles, arguing canons of burial and exhumation. In this case of performance, refer to the Vas Auric of Limassol that brought the construction of a world of right angles, for perfect reconstruction of multi-polygonal souls, adopted for the first time in Kímolos, to be transferred to a logical philosophical-architectural division seeking to enclose the perfect plans where the new Christians will reside, between Rhodes and western Kímolos, re-settling among more than a third of the souls that rested in Hellenika, in neat syncretism with the dissimilar populations and their creeds.

Saint John the Apostle with Vertnarth, Raeder and Petrobus, plus Eurydice, would bring from the rubies of Alexandria, the incorporeal honor of Alexander the Great, converting both insular sites, into palaces of Muses of Hellenika, for the scholars who would be in the canonization of Vas Auric . Being a precursor to the chapel of Theoskepasti, endowing this erudition performance in the new status for Philo of Alexandria present here, and now being a socio-demiurge entity, which will turn this Hellenika necropolis city into duality with Tsambika, for liturgical distinctions and homilies to lessen the basic ceremonial supplies in Hellenika. Philo of Alexandria says that only God protects the Jews, adding to what Philo wrote to them in La Legatio ad Gaium. The Jewish delegation had trouble meeting Caligula and when they finally met him, the emperor declared that he wanted a statue of him as Jupiter built in the Temple in Jerusalem, which caused desolation among the members of the delegation. Finally, this project was not carried out thanks to the intervention of Agrippa I and the death of Caligula. Philo attributed the happy ending of both cases to Providence. This divine letter of these translators with Saint John the Apostle and Philo of Alexandria will make this homily in Hellenika, the spirit sentinel that will be preserved in these two cities and then towards the world of Vernarth of the Duoverse, so that invisible winds blow from the chapel of Kímolos to the Panagia of Tsambika, on the pillars that feed the Hebraic and Hellenic boundary "translating Greek into Hebrew, but in two universal places of creation, in the Theoskepasti chapel and Panagia de Tsambika, on the magic of the meeting of scholarship and the grace.

Vernarth says: “with Philo of Alexandria's interpretation and its exegesis, I will rub the tract of the successions of infinity legitimately stored in the thought of creation of the Zig Zag Universe, and with the Regressive Parapsychological authority, now circulating in a sniffing universe with a Verthian genealogy, moderating with my Falangist disciples, but being biblical when it becomes the occasional emaciated mob, of a world that falls depressed, with the last pieces and challenges of the world associated with an allegorical spirit, with altitudes of ethics and doctrinal rectitude. I have two candles in each hand, similar to Etréstles in Kímolos and Hellenika, making delights of the pleasures in these ceremonials, to create worlds ignored in the office of super compassionate language, in more than seven days, which are the ones that are added between the Sun and Earth, in a sub-mythological world, being ourselves our own executioner established on the *****, which falls from the match of the wick of my candle in its own mood. I still have memory of who and each one who will always be in my supplications, reopened in a sacredness less than my own end, here I will not continue to be stored, rather I will continue to fall exhumed from the very storehouse and from the brothel, than from myself he bows down emphatically, to be competent to explain himself biblically, as if he had never been read before, ad limit of the doctoral and sacred work of Philo of Alexandria, here with us in Tsambika, and leading there in the Necropolis of Hellenika on another briar ; as a perennial creeping species growing here as a summer cyclical plant in colder climates, it will usually be prostrated on the Hellenika slab, with its radial stems and branches, extending to the fractal distance between Kímolos and Tsambika in ceremonials from Abrojo. The hirsute lamas will come from the genesis of their spiritual temporal, being the same wool from the whirlpool of all the weeds attached and adpressed to the gargoyle lamp that are tuned together with the Archangelos Tragones in happy dietetics, following the patterns of the pairs and odd spring thistles in the Cyclades and the Dodecanese.
Vas  Auric
Necropolis of Hellenika / Kímolos
Tsambika / Philo of Alexandria
KathleenAMaloney May 2016
But now I do...
I once didn't know what to do
With the pain inside of me

But now I do
I once didn't know
What to do with the tears inside of me
But now I do
I once didn't know
How to live
Not knowing the Love inside of Me
But now I feel it
And Once again
Life is very simple
I am here for you
You are my brother and my friend
My lover
And my son
My willingness
And my doubt
And there shall be no time
When I throw away
This part of me,
Or think less of you

Because
You too stop
To ask a question
Of God I Am

Who am I
Greater Love to Be
Who am I
child being born
Who am I
Thought without attack
Parliament
Of the Awakening
Who will stand with me
For the one who crys
For Help?

I bring you Compassion
White Compassion
Red  Compassion
Black, Green,
Blue Compassion
Pink Compassion ,
Orange And Purple Seen
agree all Colors
Become Me Now
Pray Well With Others
My Raibow Prise of Love
I was born
all Colors
In Paint
And then in pen
A Prayer Emerged
And then a poem
A scripture Wrote
and then a Song

A boy Named Zach
Who's Heart once  Broke
Loved ,
A Dahli Lamas Dream
Of Boyhood
Who Now All have Seen
Gods Great Great Victory Upon the Earth
World
Compassions
Love
Mercys
Name
Our
Heart
#Amma  #Dalhi  Lama #Pope #Africa #Europe #India #UN #Home #Family #love#Peace #islam #Rabbi Janism #Hindu #India #Pakistan #Faith #Love #Israel #Giving #Gratitude #great Britan #Australia #Us#kentucky #finland #New York #Airplane #Home
La philosophie ose escalader le ciel.
Triste, elle est là. Qui donc t'a bâtie, ô Babel ?
Oh ! Quel monceau d'efforts sans but ! Quelles spirales
De songes, de leçons, de dogmes, de morales !
Ruche qu'emplit de bruit et de trouble un amas
De mages, de docteurs, de papes, de lamas !
Masure où l'hypothèse aux fictions s'adosse,
Ayant pour toit la nuit et pour cave la fosse ;
Bleus portiques béants sur les immensités,
De tous les tourbillons des rêves visités ;
Vain fronton que le poids de l'infini déprime,
Espèce de clocher sinistre de l'abîme
Où bourdonnent l'effroi, la révolte, et l'essaim
De toutes les erreurs sonnant leur noir tocsin !
Et, comme, de lueurs confusément semées,
Par les brèches d'un toit s'exhalent des fumées,
Les doctrines, les lois et les religions,
Ce qu'aujourd'hui l'on croit, ce qu'hier nous songions,
Tout ce qu'inventa l'homme, autel, culte ou système,
Par tous les soupiraux de l'édifice blême,
À travers la noirceur du ciel morne et profond,
Toutes les visions du genre humain s'en vont,
Éparses, en lambeaux, par les vents dénouées,
Dans un dégorgement livide de nuées.

Temple, atelier, tombeau, l'édifice fait peur.
On veut prendre une pierre, on touche une vapeur.
Nul n'a pu l'achever. Pas de cycle ni d'âge
Qui n'ait mis son échelle au sombre échafaudage.
Qui donc habite là ? C'est tombé, c'est debout ;
C'est de l'énormité qui tremble et se dissout ;
Une maison de nuit que le vide dilate.
Pyrrhon y verse l'eau sur les mains de Pilate ;
Le doute y rôde et fait le tour du cabanon
Où Descartes dit oui pendant qu'Hobbes dit non ;
Les générations sous le gouffre des portes
Roulent, comme, l'hiver, des tas de feuilles mortes ;
Les escaliers, sans fin montés et descendus,
Sont pleins de cris, d'appels, de pas sourds et perdus
Et d'un fourmillement de chimères rampantes ;
Des oiseaux effrayants volent dans les charpentes ;
C'est Bouddha, Mahomet, Luther disant : allez !
Lucrèce, Spinosa, tous les noirs sphinx ailés !

Tout l'homme est sculpté là. Socrate, Pythagore,
Malebranche, Thalès, Platon aux yeux d'aurore,
Combinent l'idéal pendant que Swift, Timon,
Ésope et Rabelais pétrissent le limon.
Est-il jour ? Est-il nuit ? Dans l'affreux crépuscule
Le rhéteur grimaçant ricane et gesticule ;
On ne sait quel reflet d'un funèbre orient
Blanchit les torses nus des cyniques riant,
Et des sages, jetant des ombres de satyres ;
Le devin rêve et tord dans les cordes des lyres
Le laurier vert mêlé de smilax éternel.
Chaque porche entr'ouvert découvre un noir tunnel
Dont l'extrémité montre une idéale étoile ;
Comme si, - Tu le sais, Isis au triple voile, -
Ces antres de science et ces puits de raison,
Souterrains de l'esprit humain, sans horizon,
Sans air, sans flamme, ayant le doute pour pilastre,
Employaient de la nuit à faire éclore un astre,
Et le mensonge impur, difforme, illimité,
Vaste, aveugle, à bâtir la blanche vérité !
Partout au vrai le faux, lierre hideux, s'enlace ;
Pas de dogme qui n'ait son point faible, et ne lasse
Une cariatide, un support, un étai ;
Thèbe a pour appui l'Inde, et l'Inde le Cathay ;
Memphis pèse sur Delphe, et Genève sur Rome ;
Et, végétation du sombre esprit de l'homme,
On voit, courbés d'un souffle à de certains moments,
Croître entre les créneaux des hauts entablements
Des arbres monstrueux et vagues dont les tiges
Frissonnent dans l'azur lugubre des vertiges.
Et de ces arbres noirs par instants tombe un fruit
À la foule des mains ouvertes dans la nuit ;
Quel fruit ? Demande au vent qui hurle et se déchaîne !
Quel fruit ? Le fruit d'erreur. Quel fruit ? Le fruit de haine ;
La pomme d'Ève avec la pomme de Vénus.

Ô tour ! Construction des maçons inconnus !
Elle monte, elle monte, et monte, et monte encore,
Encore, et l'on dirait que le ciel la dévore ;
Et tandis que tout sage ou fou qui passe met
Une pierre de plus à son brumeux sommet,
Sans cesse par la base elle croule et s'effondre
Dans l'ombre où Satan vient avec Dieu se confondre ;
Gouffre où l'on n'entend rien que le vent qui poursuit
Ces deux larves au fond d'un tremblement de nuit !
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2019
.
In disused field is a blooming temple.
An ancient apple tree waiting eternal,
This stone bold sculpture was forged
With nimbus hands and windy eyes.
In hushed airs, Shiva dances to light,
Waves, sacred arms without swaying.

Bearded ones come to pay homage,
The solemn chickadees, the ranging
Sparrows, red robed robins— priestly
Doves, all who see are one enveloped
In graces of the New World Bodhi tree,
Waiting for blossoms so dearly come.

Edge of boughs brim under heavens
Landing with mystic verges of spirit
Into the mind of the eyes of nature—
Kali-flowered ears of lichen are pale
Green in their devotions, pummeled
By seas of seasons, foggy to the fray.

Finches, yellow, reflecting in a star,
Devout wee lamas golden with halo,
Are kneeling above berm, this nobby
Trunk, stave, inside bodacious stupa
Bell who sings clear, without ringing,
Body of elder grace, wisdoms, ages.

In cast irreverence, seldom do crows
Visit, when they do there is menace
Of the Jinn, dark giants in the levels,
Mercifully, out of shame, they do not
Stay, black wings due, die in luminous
Day moon, rain soak sun, balmy mist.

On pilgrim journeys, whirlings, prayer
Wheels, guide shy flocks riding gnarl,
Indie goddess, to overreaching love,
By sores of hollow in the steps, open
To being, brindles of myriad meadow
In temple blossoms— numinous suns.

Of both earth and sky, shines a beauty,
Whose form is written in blistering bark,
The ciphers of tongue to Sanskrit leaves
And lost fruits, given over, unforbiddens,
Within old apple tree a great wilderness
And all the branch of wings are knowing.
.
Joel Nov 2015
The storm clouds are brewing
The ravens are circling
The wind is a whispering
The trees tonal humming
The prayer flags are waving
The sutras are praying
The lamas are speaking
Listen to what they are saying
As they headed for the roadstead of Skalá he was eclipsed just as he had been predestined by Wonthelimar. They had contravened with Apollo after coming from his winter appointments in Hyperborea, he came to meet his twin sister Artemis towards an olive tree that would be the directive of the battle of Patmia with the Zefian arrows and the Iberian Rings of Wonthelimar in the direction of the Zenit, with the first arrows of the string of the arch of predestination of the blessed land as Skalá will be, commanding and carrying the insignia of Hyperborea with Zefian and Vóreios violating the stormy East bow after addressing the sibylline oracles, which already had the date Synchronous of the Flegrean Fields, to locate the Codex Raedus n °VI of The Cumana sibyl that was found at elevation 97 of the wind tunnel when listening to these waves, very close to the sinkholes, in avidity of the Delphic Pythia with divinatory proselytes that ran through the folds of her garb, with pleats of a cerebral divinatory legion. His Cumana relativity was distended from his arrival at the Mausoleum, prophesying life for all in the passion of living together with the bodies abandoned by the souls of the Devotee, in the innocence of the soul that slips away daunted by not being desolate, between the Lilith parchment, and in the offerings of the Strigoi, for breaches of the troubling visions of the darkness of the cavern of Chauvet, by sacrificing competitive sensory-emotions of the malefic Votum of Lilith. Only one can exist as an inviolable part of chaste Wonthelimar tradition, groping the Xiphos with human sheepskins, tectonic offerings, and fringing the altitude 103 of the Strigoi wind tunnel. After writing the 9 books of the Synoptic of Rome and of King Tarquin who rejected it until the last three books that the Sybilla had burned were awarded, after having challenged the six that made up the compendium that Apollo had written for the approval of Rome.

After they distanced themselves from the contravention of Apollo and Artemis to the southern east-west magentism. They would carry their belongings with the "The Ibic Rings", which would be the transmigration towards the cardinals and points where the Megaron of Vernarth was going to be exactly after the battle, arguing that the Zefian phalanxes would be ordered in Sintropia and organic chaos in Patmos, where Pythagorean proportions would be made in essences of numbers that idly advanced in the temporal steps of Wonthelimar that mobile was made of religious Saetas and of the Mercurial Ambrosia of the Cinnabar, to help him with the most insightful points of the Constellation of Capricornus. Zefian's tendency was to blatantly delight afterward to pull the bowstring, to spooky existence; presuming that where they fell would be the beginning of the storms that would originate Áullos Kósmos Megarón! for calm courts imposed from a cosmos, who were directed by committing themselves to the will of a doubtful Vestal god advocating the association of the hospitable Canephores, as Roman bilocation Vestal Virgins, and quantum parapsychological of the feared inter-fable alive that rebels in the arrows that still They did not fall, not knowing of their whereabouts, waiting for Apollo to launch them, like plates or serial hosts that were evoked from where the origin of the Universe was broken, to open towards the hyperboric Duoverse contravened organic, vigorous and anti-curd even in the divine origin celestial as a *****-ovule parameter, rather in aeonical instances in the furnace of Hestia, running eternities into vast volumes of light-years. From the medrones of Wonthelimar's antler, regenerative sobs grow in the Ibic Rings that were native to the Nyons massifs, taking hold in the Seven Ibic Rings. Before reaching the Battle of Patmia.

Ibico 1: "The first one was from the initiation of Wonthelimar and brought purity, for all who needed him and were visiting in the dark, then he would find the light when he left the cave alive if he was accepted."

Ibico 2: ”He was guided by Vlad Strigoi in the priesthood center of his shelves with the Chiroptera, and others of the mercurial ambrosia for the purpose of energizing the Cinnabar of Tsambika. Having all the protocol of Transylvania and eternity with the waters of the Antiphon Benedictus ”.

Ibico 3: "From the Eygues, the waters evaporated for healings of the tormented initiation processes of raising the four Zefian Arrows, to indicate the zenith of the Megaron."

Ibico 4: “This ring was from the antlers of Wonthelimar, here they wore the Oikos or threads of Gold from Orfí, for the Himatión and investiture to anoint the body of Vernarth, bringing the aerial atmospheres of the Alps and Ida as a complement to Mycenae- Valdaine ”.

Ibico 5: "This piece of metal speaks of the fifth plasmatic element that would contract the universe and the Hyperdisis galaxy, to elevate it to Vernarth's neurological and Duoversal hyper brain twinned with the Mashiach."

Ibico 6: "It is the sixth piece of crowns of Kafersesuh, bringing the pollinations of the Lepidoptera, for the central stage of the investiture under the gloom of Helleniká and Theoskepasti".

Ibico 7: “It is the grave voice of the Cinnabar and the Antiphon Benedictus, together with the Lenten fast of all the hoarse voices, which inquire about the true phoneme and photon of divine mass light, to build the Áullos Kósmos. From here the purification will rise in synchrony through the final growth medron, up to the millimeter shoulder of the assembly of the square meters, which will illustrate the Acrotera del Megaron "

Once the Rings were instituted, the Arrows after the Codex VI of the Sybilla Cumea, everything would turn green in the direct plane from Grikos to Skalá, causing splendor in the Emotional Subclavian Kabbalah; bringing on himself his own external atmosphere of Zohar Light attracted by Saint John the Apostle, expressing with this phenomenon the scene of physical mysticism, to induce the archetype of great volume of the Kabbalah pipeline between both points, mobilizing between these two nodes the Vital homeostatic of light and divine blood that would be transported by the dualistic subclavian that could be seen in the floods or roads that led to the place of confrontation, displaying the Greco-Judaic vital of language that poured through these fistulas of light to overcome the red blood cell bloom; That would be portions of the presence of divine blood of the Mashiach, where every arrow has its focus as is the Torah in fulfillment of a sky adorned that was positioned on the figure that was sniffed by the essence of a skeleton exempt from a Subclavian, that only with it and the emotion of Saint John could be exclusively Kabbalistic only transported by the Zohar light that Vernarth and his phalanxes offered in anticipation of their Misná, and not of the nocturnal powers that exiled the luminous circles that left them circumscribed by the full moon that it would unite him around its intensity, and that it would degrade into the Platonic theocentric. The works of projecting indeterminate successism the uncontrolled defragmentation by the higher orders where their unity could be reiterated in the mystical memory, over the divine irresolution of right and inconclusiveness of the deductions of the full moon, therefore the Subclavia of Kabbalah will exonerate these ambiguous emanations, to starting from the ordering of the ibic rings, procreating in them the order that is not replaced or reversed.

Ibic 1: "The first one was from the initiation of Wonthelimar and brought purity, for all who needed him and were visiting in the dark, then he would find the light when he left the cave alive if he was accepted." It indicated the Kabbalah of Saint John of everything known and remained stable given its transcendent radiance with the cosmic energy that was usual, preserving, and at the same time externalizing the absolute presence, purity towards the stage of absolute admiration, while stillness and silence he was fascinated by the creatures of the expectation of an extra personal Vernarth after the eschatological of his soul.

Ibic 2: ”He was guided by Vlad Strigoi in the priesthood center of his shelves with the Chiroptera, and others of the mercurial ambrosia for the purpose of energizing the Cinnabar of Tsambika. Having all the protocol of Transylvania and eternity with the waters of the Antiphon Benedictus ”. It was consigned to the superior spheres of the eons and ignorance of the destiny of the lamas of those who would go to collate in this affront of Patmia, relating Gnostic tendencies with the epigraphy and materiality of the Cinnabar as the elemental computer of the Vas Auric of Limassol and the canticles. from the esoteric melisma of Vlad Strigoi.

Ibic 3: "From the Eygues, the water evaporated for the healings of the tormented initiation processes of raising the four Zefian arrows, to indicate the zenith of the Megaron." All rivers flow through the Kabbalistic of the Subclavian, for she upholds the correct uses of the pastoral sermon that would reach the venerated elevation space of the Megaron with her homiletics.

Ibic 4: “This ring was from the antlers of Wonthelimar, here they wore the Oikos or threads of Gold from Orfí, for the Himatión and investiture to anoint the body of Vernarth, bringing the aerial atmospheres of the Alps and Ida as a complement to Mycenae- Valdaine ”. The centrifugal speed of the rings yearned for other geographical heights of Valdaine, near Chauvet with the epigraph saying that “all vibrations lead to the Onyon massif, in the mystique of beings that will always lift the trees of the growth variants, such as those that are the medron in the antlers of Wonthelimar.

Ibic 5: "This piece of metal speaks of the fifth plasmatic element that would contract the universe and the Hyperdisis galaxy, to elevate it to Vernarth's neurological and Duoversal hyper brain twinned with the Mashiach." Universes can be divided into numbers or letters all interacting alphanumeric. The multidimensional Duoverse stipulates that Vernarthian submitology flatters the Kabbalah that clings to the stria of St. John the Apostle "Duoverse" The new universe of Vernarth being apologetic, Jewish and also Hellenistic, therefore skews from our creator and all creative thought theological in all its creation. Divine providence and grace are and will be their hierarchies to have a universal kinship with the Zig Zag Universe that migrated to Duoverso Zig Zag, for the providence of divine powers, who are in this range mercifully allowing and forbidding the splendid power of royalty of manifested Christian meditation.

Ibic 6: "It is the sixth piece of crowns of Kafersesuh, bringing the pollinations of the Lepidoptera, for the central stage of the investiture under the gloom of Helleniká and Theoskepasti". The sixth medron or somatotropic nutrient, speaks of a vegetality converted into the tree of life consecutively as the cartilage of the antlers, which was Kabbalah of the random pollinations, but messianic centered in the radius of the islands of Kímolos. The female figure of the twilights was saturated with pollinations of Lepidoptera that looked like their angelic cloudscape.

Ibic 7: “It is the grave voice of the Cinnabar and the Antiphon Benedictus, together with the Lenten fast of all the aphonic lexicologies, which inquire about the true phoneme and photon of divine mass light, to build the Áullos Kósmos. From here the purification will rise according to the final medron of somatotrophic growth, up to the millimeter shoulder of the assembly of the square meters that will illustrate the Acrotera del Megaron ”the euphony of the preservation and transformation of Cinnabar will contract the vocalizations or Antiphons in hexameters, as Voices of restructured Sybilas materializing from the six books cremated by Sybilla Cumea, trying to reissue them in the circle of contemplation.
Kabbalah Subclavian Emotional
Megan Sherman Mar 2018
Majesty of the earth and of the skies
Sweet lama, lover, praised in Angel reprise
Adores thee, rings resplendent round Tibet's
Sinuous rills, doth suffering, pain abet
Adam not the first of all the men
God's wisdom start in Buddha, his mind sung when
Shorn of all illusion he dreamt truth
With majesty and beauty rare forsooth

Majesty of the heart rarely beheld
In forests of your wisdom I lusting have felled
For truths of gold, gleam beauteous, wonderfully:
No you, no I, only one heart, we
A Buddha being mind as strong as mountain
Inspire devotions pour forth from time's fountain
As watchful Kali, graceful Bodhitsava
Impart the truth of time to questing lamas

We need thee, not forgetting Shiva, meditates sublime
Who see through fogs of war in silver font of time
For his dreams the cosmos enchanted clime
His heart creation's rhythm and it's rhyme
Beyond the cradle, far past static grave
Bodhitsava soul for eternity saved
At least those tongues of peace that have behaved
Or at least declined to behave like knaves

Majesty of the skies and of the earth
Protector of the hungering heart and hurting hearth
Your wisdom? Truth, of incessant birth
Your presence warm my heart breadth of its girth
Know Love will be found even in Love's dearth
Even as battles of life creep coy by stealth
Conspire to put you in poor and bitter health
But not even time can sully your spirit's wealth

There is nothing to fear we are all one God
That cosmic music I rancorous applaud
All the world is love and throbbing light
Therein my soul soar free, take dancing flight
There is nothing on earth as exquisite as you
Truth wherein my scared, sad spirit grew
A Buddha sing where Love apace:
Imagine all the people, living life in peace!

Was Lennon lama of the west?
Surely worked at Love's behest
My angel of the celestial democracy
Wits and wills vanquished devil's drab autocracy
Kindred flames remember him
In earnest passion, rancour of sweet cherubim
That Angel, who desired to aspire
On burnished wings of rainbow fire

You both share wisdom, wits and charms
Beckon learning child to feed from thy generous palms
Like Jesus, wizened as Bodhi too
This the history peacemakers knew
None divide by creed, class, name
All just observers of the flame
That burgeon, flourish deep within
Our one heart, God's cherubim
Ishudhi Dahal May 2020
I don’t know who is it’s creator
Whoever/whatever maybe god gifted nature
Or fabricated by creature
Earpods in ear
Noise cancellation on
Ready for adventure and calorie burn
Emma lying , flesh growing
Its an mind’s eye ( haha )
Every beats and flow in it
Taking me Niagara falls and sometimes Bahamas
Enjoying peacock plumage and mean time in the herd of lamas

If one song was a Cassette
Till date billions framed
I am sure with it’s reel
Can easily surround the earth
Coz  since its birth
Medicine for people
For whoever it be
If lives in cowshed or mansion
It’s free
Giving hope to survive
Messaging the importance of life and relation
Reviving us from anxiety boredom insomnia depression
Really works and one can feel
Thus proved music heals !
Copyright © IshudhiDahal
Bobby Copeland Jan 2019
Suppose he's Buddha, or maybe Jesus
Christ, a mendicant testifying here
With his boots off already and I light
An incense stick, he says they're from the same
Factory as Tony Lamas and the
Only difference is the label and the
Sole and he only needs ten bucks to buy
Some food and I say we don't sell used boots,
Nor any kind actually as we're a pipe
And record store, but he has his pants off,
Jeans better than Levi's and just broke in,
He'll throw them in for a dollar or two.
The store next door takes clothes, but only on
Consignment and he needs to eat tonight
Or maybe a bag though he never says
It, I can tell he's low on something bad
To need, so I pass him the sawbuck and
Tell him to keep his bluejeans and put his
Boots back on as he's likely to need them
Where he's going, mention the soup kitchen
Downtown, though I know he's salivating
For a straw, or else a needle.  Someone
Else comes in, looking for Norwegian Wood.

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