"sacredness" poems
Purity is not just about virginity,
It's also about dignity,
Purity is not restricted to femininity,
but requires the protection of chivalry,
and regard for responsibility.
Purity is not innocence out of ignorance,
It's making a choice that's different.
Even when facing a challenge.
Purity is not just about hiding behind a white veil,
Or donning a white spotless gown.
It's about going through a season of waiting,
even if it can be tough.
Purity is not just a state of being,
It's a state of knowing,
valuing and protecting...
The sacredness of a marriage.
The loyalty to one's spouse.
The unity of two to form one flesh.
Not giving up one's body to all the rest,
but leaving it for God's best.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
bathed in the cool light of the moon,
my sweet puppyhead and me,
sit.
under the full soft light,
her ray’s illuminating the yard,
the woods.
footsteps crunch drying leaves,
fox, deer or foe?
waning canopy,
boughs lighter each day.
fall, majestic, peaceful
dying for another year.
plants and creatures,
taking refuge in the deep dark void
of mother earth,
of mother nature.
squirreling away tidbits for a late winter snack,
coats blooming, thickening.
such delight,
each night,
sitting outside,
my puppyhead and me.
quiet and solitary,
no humans
annoying me.
silent and still
only nocturnal creatures
meandering about.
what magic,
what sacredness.
what mystical delight.
never apart,
only the ONE.
such silly confusion,
thinking a person,
separate and small,
quaking with fear.
the big deep dark mystery
laughing and jovial,
always here,
here for us all.
open your eyes,
feel your nature,
always here,
never apart.
fearing death
fearing life,
what a silly way to live this
life!
the moment you were born,
you began dying,
what a relief,
knowing the score!
relaxing into the madness,
laughing at it all,
pure and free,
forever more,
and not……
being,
not being,
eons of reflection,
sages and rishis
revealing the truth,
it can’t be done for you,
only you can become
that which you are….
that which you always were.
my sweet love, my sweet life,
my puppyhead and me,
sitting here in Fall.
~~~
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
Beneath the bends of Barrymore
On the southwest winds she chants some more
The clouds scoot by beneath the moon
Some say she's crazy like the loon
Dressed in black she cackles back
Tossing ashes from a sack
She throws her body down
And moans and sobs into the ground
A dagger she does draw it forth
Holding it up for all its worth
She shrieks and damns her birth
And plunges it deep into her heart . . .
So ends the life of the despised young **** . . .
Now the owls come silently in
Alighting next to still warm skin
All walk around the disposed young beast
Only uttering "Who" to say the least
Then the great owl comes fluttering in
He'd be a giant if he were made of men
He collectively surveys the scene
Takes a few steps before he says a thing
"Take her body to Evermoor"
The great one orders and implores
And all the owls take to wing
Holding the remains of the breathless thing
And take her earthly shell away
And as drops of blood fell from the flow
to the earth a white rose would grow
Leaving a trail
To the land as some will say
To the sacred woods of Evermoor
Yes sacredness in evermore
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
kanso infuses my eyes
everywhere there
even in a deer
my heart recognised him
skipped a beat in overwhelm
the sacredness of the air
touched everything
the great temple
the red shrine
its emptiness
so vibrant
pure beauty
my atoms turned
into God's particle
something
in my heart
misses him
in the unseen
puzzle
surreal so
beautiful
and
so it is
kanso of the soul:
I kept on
dreaming
to be a deer
in Nara
Feb 7, 2023
Feb 7, 2023 at 3:07 PM UTC
I couldn't believe the pathetic look you were giving me,
As if I was the one who needed saving.
Let me profess once and for all that I do not want your pity.
Once and for all, that you never realized what I needed from you.
Friends,
He shrugged at me when the fiery arrows came,
And he kept my secrets,
but only when I was present.
Friends,
I gave him my utmost devotion and he
dismissed it for the bat of pretty eyelashes
Friends!
He abandoned the sacredness of friendship
For the sake of professionalism.
It's "unprofessional"
to care for someone
Who sacrificed everything for you.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
I have walked these fields
I have known this land
And though the years have changed the face
The memory still stands
Of a time when things were simpler
Of a time when hope was pure
Of a time when changing weather
Was all of which we were unsure
And I have seen the sun rise
Over fields of green and gold
Now that view is just a memory
And I know I'm getting old
Can it be that earth is failing?
Can it be that light has dimmed?
Can it be that we've abandoned
all the life that we once lived?
Is it any wonder
that our children can't get over
just the smallest of infractions
when the world falls all around them?
For constancy is foreign
in a land of no intentions
where a lost appreciation
for sacredness of life abounds.
I cannot pretend
To understand it all
For as often as I wonder
Equal am I inclined to fall
For I am of a generation
Which forgets itself began,
Wanders aimlessly through atmosphere
And defiles its fellow man
And over weakness, few have triumphed;
Through affliction, few have prevailed
And reverence for creation
Is an instinct we have failed
But our days are not yet over
For this one hope stands unmoved:
We are still formed of the same dust
Whose strength our ancestry has proved.
Is there any remnant
of the spirit deep within us
that might once again remember
the great faith we once achieved?
There is far greater meaning
found in one hopeful sentiment
than in a thousand shouting voices
denying all things once believed.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
Strong in her confidence,
and confident in her strength,
she graces the world with **** wisdom.
The glow in her eyes matches the
simple beauty of a sunrise.
The art from her mouth
and the wisdom from her fingertips
educates my body and satisfies my mind.
We are an ****** philosophical collision,
as the world spins around us, blurry yet clear;
and the sacredness of the unknown shatters.
We are left breathing in beautiful, familiar air,
and with the touch of a kindred soul.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
I.
in this space without shadows,
i was a witness how this world became stranger
until it wasn’t mine. the memory of touch carries the torch,
through a deserted island, an abandoned house,
another girlhood turned ghost-town.
his sour amaretto mouth
closer, closer, closer.
saturday mornings i used to watch cartoons on the tv,
big goofy characters. these pictures come to me from afar
and dissolve into black lava,
at his hands cold metal sting.
with the tenacity,
i cling onto the hope of forgetting,
monuments were built for
gods and prophets.
so it goes.
somewhere in the world
mouths move around the filthy word,
forming the saddest companionship,
like two orphans who recognise each other.
II.
once upon a time,
i believed in a magic stronger than seduction.
why don’t we try to be less entitled?
after all, nothing was promised.
those of us,
attacked, assaulted, agonised,
in the sacredness of home,
in the public eyes wide shut,
fade into TV static noise.
how loud are the sounds of this
realism replica,
in bold letters proclaimed
now available:
FEMINISM!
(sold at every fast fashion retailer)
ALL GIRLS ARE BEAUTIFUL!
(but we still need to profit off your self-hatred)
LOVE IS HURTING
(why don’t you try to see his side?)
it’s nothing personal.
shame just happens to make good money.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
~
*Jara sang undaunted,
Fet-Mats, turned to stone, dug deep,
—as if a silent prayer in Latin,
—as if the sacredness of wedding vows,
—demonstrative
as a water lily.
There's a perpetually simple elegance
to what water fallen words
kept in a tinderbox stir,
—bless the soft spoken
and the loud cry.
—bless the dead poet
and the buried miner.
—bless the nouns and verbs
of a crescent bride
about to receive her husband
inside of her.*
~
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 8:29 PM UTC
Under the sun, you shine like the incarnation of youth
At nightfall you glow, like you just made love to the moon
You are elegance, you are patience, you are reflection, you are still
Your beauty shines from your inside out,
Reaching outward upward into the skies,
Your branches know no realm too high,
Your roots know no soils too deep
There are no limits to your courage
Under the sun
Your fruitful seeds spill out over your skin
You are open hands and generosity
You are selflessness
Under the moon
You are wisdom, enlightenment and truth
You are humility and grace
But your sacredness is undervalued at best, neglected and challenged
They raid you, from your insides out
Deep inside your mines and your waters so deep
Scavenging for a dollar
exploiting all they reap
******* the air right out of your lungs
You are exhaustion, you are bare
You are forgotten
Yet still your tides rise and fall with the moon
You are forgiveness, you are hopeful, you are inspiration
In your image I will teach my children to grow
Through your eyes, I will show them the world
With your hands I will build their home
Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 8:00 PM UTC
I lay in awe as an angel lays beside me
and I can't help to wonder if this is it,
if this is the heaven-sent, God-sent miracle I've heard one has to experience to believe, to believe in God, to believe in heaven, to have hope, to believe in blessings. I wonder if she - this angel - is what one needs to believe in divinity, for It's impossible to meet an angel like her and not be tempted, and practically forced to, and be left with no choice but to believe in the celestial. It's impossible not to believe in God himself after you've been able to lay beside such holiness, after you've been able to watch an angel sleep in all Its sacredness, speak in all Its sacredness, revive you with all Its sacredness.
You're left with no choice but to believe that those days you believed to be your last days of life, those shaded days in which you prayed to a God you never before saw, the almighty invisible being you believed was deaf to your plea, wasn't really all that deaf.
It's impossible not to believe that God himself - the God you now only believe in because of the angel who leaves you no choice but to believe - sent you and angel, that he has heard you.
I lay in awe, blessed I lay, as an angel lays beside me, for how can someone with those hypnotizing eyes that devour you every time not be an angel, how can someone with that majestic, goosebump-causing skin not be an angel, how can someone with that gracious walk not be an angel, how can someone with that spirit-grabbing yet spirit-giving touch not possibly be an angel?
I lay in awe as an angel lays beside me
I believe, as an angel lays beside me
I now live, because this angel lays beside me
- F.V.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
if I am to love you,
I will love without expectation
of return
or reciprocation-
neither acknowledgement
nor honey sweet affection.
I will love despite
brutal response
or dismal absence,
regardless of wounds and abscess,
and with no regret.
I will love every part
radiant and rotten alike,
leaving no portion of you out in the cold of night.
if I am to love you,
I will love with conscious intent,
not based in fleeting emotion,
but grounded
in purposeful action
and ever-evolving
spiritual awareness
of the pure metaphysical essence
of you-
and I-
as One.
I will remember that love is a garden,
and not an avalanche.
I will love in understanding
and trust that
there is nothing that separates us,
transcendent soul
immanent in each bone.
if I am to love you,
I will love in tranquil tracing,
in tender waves -
ascending and
receding.
candid caressing
peacefully pulsing pace of peeling
back layers
of my self-skin
to return to
the egoless origin.
if I am to love you,
I will love in humble gestures,
sacrificing all before me
not for moral glory,
but to recognize
shared sacredness.
surrendering desire and attachment,
equalizing all extensions
of the
you-me matrix.
I will love stepping over
self-interest
and dancing into harmony in singularity,
entire generosity
sharing all the puzzle pieces of me.
and,
if I am to love you,
I will love wild
true
and free.
letting the universe
continuously
wash my eyes in new clarity.
opening further
each golden morning
to share the light it has gifted me.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
Analytical minds share symbols like currency, defining the present's possible.
Tip an 8 sideways and infinity tumbles out,
but sadly for us, there is no word for , so it doesn't exist.
Modern idioms can string together only hints of divinity:
A Hebrew Prince raised by Egyptian Pharaohs wrote a book about the I Am.
Our language fails pathetically, scarcely the words for what Moses saw in that burning bush.
We know he saw God, lived to tell in writing.
Grasp the Key for the 6th Angel's Little Scroll, unlocking his original Ancient Hebrew.
Like math, each letter is a picture hieroglyph, and a meaning, and a number.
Add letters together, each word is a painting, and a poem.
One sentence is paragraphs of meaning, on four dizzying levels.
One concise chapter speaks a vertigo of encyclopedic volumes.
First to Analyze the most important hieroglyph in Genesis,
so important, do not pronounce it, so its sacredness will never fade:
At top, the sign of Life, then doubled, and the sign of Intelligible Light between.
So becoming a unique verb; all other verbs derive from this, the Creator.
Then add the sign of potential manifestation, with foundation in eternity.
IHOAH
a verb/noun signifying exactly The-Being-Who-Is-Who-Was-And-Who-Will-Be
A vertical hieroglyph pictorially resembling a Man.
Then:
The letter with the sound of A looks like: , and means the physical manifestation of
A= the physical manifestation of, D= man, A= the physical manifestation of, M= woman.
ADAM, with its root word in red clay.
A noun, collective humanity in physical form resembling spirit. (one meaning)
Vertically hieroglyphic one sees a man; but it is smaller (another meaning)
Adam, a shadow of IHOAH.
Let me explain how Moses reveals DNA....
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 2:14 PM UTC
she comes to me,
open, wanting.
baby...please...
she sighs.
these two words,
more than the sum
of their syllables, distanced from strokes and lines;
beyond mere utterances; desire.
words whispered
in sacred prayer.
this offering up
of all that she is.
and i go to her
heed her calling,
for she is home to me.
every beat of my heart
echoes her name.
she is a promise, kept time and again.
whispers of salvation; this sacredness,
begging to be worshiped.
what have i done to deserve this grace?
there are no gods greater; her skin,
silk beneath my fingertips,
burns away my sins.
i bend my head at this alter.
her curves are highways
leading me forward.
i close my eyes in worship.
raise up thanks,
soul deep in her temple;
absolved.
she opens to me; sighs.
breath balanced on bread,
her holy sacrament
tastes on my tongue.
i inhale her incense,
the scent penetrating my hands,
as time stands still.
she is all i ever want to know,
nothing before, no one after.
i have found my deliverance within the contours of her mouth.
and i trace, in reverance,
line to form; memorizing
every inch offered to me.
she becomes imprinted
within my core.
i tremble at her trembling.
then
i shatter.
i want to offer up to her
something akin
to the gifts
she has bestowed on me.
i open my mouth but words have fled.
instead,
i lay upon her
calla lilies,
tumbled from my tongue.
ribcage opened;
in my most vulnerable state.
i lay exposed,
stripped naked of this skin i inhabit.
i am but muscle and sinew; tendons,
taut cover bone.
these four syllables; expelled breath
baby.....please....
strip away the excess,
leaving only noisy bones.
to her, i give all that i am.
hang hands high
in ancient trees,
the frame of my being,
surrounded by elysian fields.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
Her faraway skin
Lavishes me,
Her eyes like kin
Marvels mine need's,
She fufilleth all dream's
A pathway to God,
Her lingo like a traveler
Of celestial pod's....
Her spaceship cometh from afar
The sun she rest's her feet.
We linger on Mars.
Her tongue is a miracle
Speaking unknown verb's
Her house is mi casa,
Her place is mine world.
Her sacredness is hidden
Though open to me
Maby one day mine true queen
Wilt marry her king...?
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
I would break a thousand mirrors
To draw the dark away from you
Break them with my palms
And grind them to glittering dust between my fingers.
I welcome the shadows with the sacredness of ****** hands.
Let them come.
I am not afraid.
I am ready
For war.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
Let’s wait for eternity
We shall meet there
With all these fleeting moments
We will create our world
Every moment will come alive
Never to fade away from our life
Life after this life, we look forward to
True love will wait for eternity
Beyond everyday love and phrases
Our silence will speak love from the heart
Walls of profound sacredness will protect
Lovers from the illusion of time
Let’s wait for eternity
True love will live throughout in our soul
We cannot be impatient now
Our time will come when true love will prosper
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
Subtle the presented lie
The remnants of truth
Artfully buried
We
Are eagerly anticipating
An escape route to appear
Freeing us (again)
From any actual responsibility
-----
Oh my Love what have we done?
----
What are we now in our bitter Lonliness?
--------
•••
--------
We know
Even in the high school corridors
(Our infantile thinking processeses)
That we have become
Cheap
False
Duplicitous
Afraid
To stand up
To stand our ground
Against real and not merely imaginary
Enemies
To protect
Real and not merely imaginary loves and lovers
And love's creation
( the children of the world)
-
-•-
-
I SEE YOU!
YOU SEE ME!
-----
True nakedness
-----
Midst the corpse embraces of alienated youth
Who make love to their slit wrists and the memory
Of meaningless kisses
And empty words meant only to hurt and enslave
••••
Bombs are falling from every orifice
Of body
Mind
&
Sky
••••
The drug of choice
-------
If you'd be real then you must really be
What you are
As intended
From any beginning that you percieve
As the moment of creation
---
In truth
It is only we
Who are known
For fierce fire and loyalty
To the Power of our
Perfect Form
Our undying gratitude fore mere existence
And the grace of love and its possibilities
Who dare shape the days ahead
Into a viable home for a Tomorrow
That may nurture and give shape
To the intended heaven-to-be-here
Haven for the dreamy eyes of our blessed children
THIS is the responsibility we may take
And not avoid as we have done before
If we'd in truth become as human
Become as gentle creatures who
Are no more afraid of death than afraid of truth
Who only live to be here with all
You with me
I with you
In the embrace of the sacredness
The sacred words
The sacred breath
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
She offers up stolen kisses,
Of pilfered lust from other men,
Of lips of empty promises,
To bare her nothingness again.
She clothes herself in nakedness,
Her basic need is to entice,
Her body is her sacredness,
Inviting men to paradise.
She has beauty misunderstood,
Her ugly inside permeates.
Skin deep she’s mistaken for good,
By fools that she humiliates.
She’ll gift a night of fantasy,
And all she’ll ask is for your soul,
She knows you’ll give in willingly
She’s mastered lack of self-control.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC
He walked briskly into a dull light
A soreness on the bridge of he and his being
Strength and Grace has left the eyes
And a long locked up flame is menaced by the cold
Leather hangs from the ghostly gladiator
Sacredness fumbling into degradation
A peaceful generation takes the younger duty
And washes away this beastly frame
His heart was drowned by the greyness
No more a beautiful engine
The dawn is taken
A darkened robbery
This struggling old guard
Forged with secrets behind the eyes
A final humble word
And a mind is done tonight
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
Free love is unaccomplished by humanity
dismal
strangers to the union of everything in its completion
capable of congratulating eachother for our beauty
our success of being alive
giving the inspiration to make ourselves thrive
survive
we crave the eyes, the arms of a cleansed spirit
to grasp us tightly
studying our similarities
there are so ******* many of us
dying to hug one another
sensing eachothers sadness
drinking our soul away due to the madness
of it all
it all
the world and its biggest mistakes
taking away the ultimate freedoms
replacing them with work
hard earned money
selfishness
ignorance
replacing the freedom with lies
and we know we are being manipulated
but we do not do a ******* thing about it
I always wonder why this is
Fear
let it be clear to us all
that we are being treated unfairly
as if we are dirt
being brushed away from the shoes
of the ones who keep us shackled
the ones who are unblemished
consoled by ultimate security
let us know one another
let us feel eachothers minds
let us express our love
let us disregard our hate
let us be free
let us be ******* free
we are beautiful
we are equal
only nature owns us
only nature loves us
the authorities have rabies
that are destroying their logic
we are rising with intelligence and awareness of this
I only wish to comfort those who feel they are alone
I am here to protect the sacredness of unity
we are not alone
we are not alone
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 3:04 AM UTC
In the morning,
she spins
circles around me
like a small child
gleeful.
At noon,
she's drunk on life,
swooning love.
And by suppertime,
she's strung out,
overdosed on
the sacredness
of another day.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
In the absence of you, what have I left to pursue?
Everything I know is nothing but an unattainable end:
The hunt for perfection in what is flawed,
The search for beauty among the mundane,
The crusade for sanctity and sacredness in all that is profane.
Hence, everything I seek is only madness, and all I say is meaningless.
Simple musings of a man whose mind succumbed to a broken heart
Driven to insanity when he lost the only thing he loved.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
Another session greets
me for another
beautiful day.
I flow effortlessly,
from one
position
into another,
breathing prana,
in and out,
my hips reach
toward the heavens
into a nirvana-state,
rock hard & perspiring,
I am connected
to the sacredness
of other kindred spirits
engaged in similar activities,
a million miles away,
in their own sacred places,
exploding.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
Your kiss is euphoric.
When our lips meet,
a warm glow
floods over me.
I am intoxicated with
the movement of your mouth
& the motion of your tongue,
it dances with mine,
so Heavenly,
so divine.
My heart rate reaches
astronomical levels,
it is hard
for me
to catch my breath.
My skin melts in your embrace,
you have the sweetest look
on your face
when we hug like this,
one of desire & submission.
I can feel your fire
smolder &
it sweeps me off my feet.
Your fragrance is of lilac,
mesmerizing,
so alluring are
your dreamy-eyes.
I cry with joy when
we touch,
when we kiss.
Your touch is angelic,
full of electricity,
it shoots jolts of primal need
throughout my entire body.
One is never the same
after such an episode,
you are forever smitten,
bitten by sacredness.
The nicest thing on this
Earthly realm is
to be jolted
by an angel.
And you are sweet Darling,
certainly one
of those
beautiful beings.
I must confess,
I miss you terribly,
I wish you were mine.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC