Robert C Howard Nov 2016
A halo of transfigured light.
     spanned the hills and autumn gold
of scores of aspen groves
     basking in the morning sun.

But what is this thing we call a rainbow?
     For all our science talk of vapor,
refraction and angle of the sun
     we surrender still in willing captivity
to its beauty, mystery and myth.

Rainbows beguile by their fleeting rarity
      as ephemeral as life itself -
temporal blessings suspended in time
      unintended and undeserved,
spectral bridges between here and there -
       between what is and what should be.
nojak Aug 2014
delicate rituals of analytical loathing:
i unravel myself.

pick away shattered shimmer clinging to cheekbones;
wipe black magic with soiled cloth;
rip undeserved dresses to pieces;
torture inconsistencies over inches or miles of skin.

reconstructed with artificial spice,
i am a new girl, i am new features on the new model.

my eyes open under saltwater
and so i sink or soak in a sea of otherness
but i am fresh, like forming flesh
if flesh were sequined and stitched.

roll, bite, pick up habits, dirt, secondhand memories, smoke
just to affix them and roam on
i must be a big O, a filthy lost prince,
a katamari girl, never pleasin' no one
you ever think about yourself and realize you've got opposing opinions
Karijinbba Oct 2018
Nam
Myo **
Renge Kyo
Namyohorengekyo.
Nam Myo **
Renge
kyo
~~~
To defeat violent untimely death and to apeace karmatic enemies
I recite:
Aum Triambukam Jaya Mahe Sugandhim Pushtee
Bard Hanam, Urvaa Rukamiva
band Denaam Mrityor Mukshe
Ya Maambritaate.
~~~'
MahaMrityunJaya-108X
By: Shankar Sahney youbube
~~~
The purpose is to avert disasters
enemy attacks untimely death a mystic power bestowing
granting long life immortality
swip clean of diseases and avert them an easier death
"Lord Shiva's blessings invoked."
~~
Vibration of
this mantras mystic sounds
transform our cells within
renewing reballancing inner joys

This worked for me saving my life confusing karma's enemies

Money too is a form of energy
income naturally increased as my energy incresed.
--
If a competition has gone bad and opposing forces grow in power against me and
seemingly surrounded by opponents,
or if a long time adversary comes to the scene I
elevate my inner core joys for the win.
If with sadness and tears differences aren't reconciled,
if a dispute or wrong rules my day, or deep emotions arise
by undeserved injustices,
if a period of mournful contemplation over great loss or mistakes done returns,

I meditate! I FOCUS! I re evaluate
I am just, being genuine
who understands forgives King Queen or *****
being ever patient
believing  in second chances!

Yes, I've grown in stature
from within
if life's hardships and selfish people have shrank the inner life force of my spirit soul
down too low!

Some of us are even blessed
wearing the light of *** in hus or her face
I make sure to not project an angry canvas that's not my own,
for a benefactor, a Knight an old true love might see a fool
like mine did once, and lost it all.

tTo work on my self esteem
I am confident but not cocky
dearing but not foolhardy

before I could move forward
I had to right a wrong done without meaning to and pass whatever test is required to close any **** chasms.

When this is no longer possible
All I do is forgive myself
for being like Scarlett Buttler
"parrot phrasing"
hizzing words received back
and perceived a snake.

It's said ts neverwise to return evil
it tends to Back Fire on us.
~~~~~~~'~

By: Kariginbba
All R. Reserved.
One or two medically aborted regrets ARE mine alone to mourn.

and even One is ONE TOO MANY!
Not necesary MANY.
You try not to be lonely
While drowning in tears
You try not to be angry
After all of these years
You try to breath slowly
While you shake in fear

These awful days go by
And while you try to hide
You’re being eaten alive
By what you feel inside

This pain and self hate
And many bitter tears
So lonely, so unhappy

And at the end of the day
You’re the one to blame
Each undeserved breath
While you wait for death
Karijinbba Oct 2018
Sadly I compare part of my life experiences to a wild CAGED Cheetah's wasted life
Think, for a moment, of a
cheetah, a sleek, beautiful animal, one of the fastest on earth, which roams freely on the savannas of Africa.
In its natural habitat, it is a magnificent animal, almost a work of art, unsurpassed in speed or grace by any other animal.
Now, think of a cheetah that has been captured and thrown into a miserable cage in a zoo.
or smoggled to another country
( like I was.)
It has lost its original grace and beauty, and is put on display for our amusement even sold
(like I was by a nun.)

We see only the broken spirit of the cheetah in the cage, not its original power and elegance.

like my life's experiences
the cheetah can be compared to the laws of physics, which are beautiful in their natural setting.
The natural habitat of the laws of physics is a higher-dimensional space-time.
However, we can only measure the laws of physics when they have been broken and placed on display like in a cage, which is our three-dimensional laboratory.
Likewise people who ventured
to come close to me could only see the pieces of me like
seeing the cheetah
when its grace and beauty have been stripped away
This too is true of many of us doesn't it?
What binds us to space-time is our purest mass, which prevents us from flying at the speed of light, when time stops and space loses meaning,
and no need to worry
if one day our sun will grow bigger burning all before it dies  because all this has been happening to my sun's life metaphorically speaking
men and women made sure I feel the end before I ran out of time.
All my life I sought for one single friend and I was lucky to find only one whom I was condemned to love more than I loved myself deeply enough to let him go.
The biggest mystery in my life was to have sacrificed my love life loving and surrendering all treasures to an unprovoqued undeserved irate ****
slandering many an enemy  
both near and far
both male and female.
~~~~
By: Karijinbba
All rights reserved.
(Do not repost thank you)
Is it better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all??
True love never dies no matter who benefits from it or who reciprocates
or not very few love unconditionally like I sincearly do. One thing is for sure I never want to be born to be a loser ever again
As *** is my witness in my Gone with my wind kind of traggic life I will never surrender whats mine to another woman or man.
as true Love is worth fighting for
Medusa May 2018
where we all wonder is where we wander
against nature, against planetary pull
things reach out to stop our falling spheres
but nothing can beat free fall out of us

wanting this undeserved frail moment
chasing it down to ground below trail
following til nothing left of myself
hunting rest, knowledge, dreams

nobody gets the sleep
of the dead
Marya123 Sep 2016
There’s a cloak I keep around
A fine, invisible one
One cannot feel its texture,
Or play with it for fun.
I can’t hear its many sounds
And neither can I see
The object of my leisure
A worker’s company.

How do I know it exists?
Perhaps I fool my brain
It’s a phantom wisp of air
That somehow hides my pain
That helps calm when one persists
In hurting what’s inside
The worn bubble worse for wear
When all weak tears are dried.

When internal demons wake
The cloth begins to fray
When the heart is torn apart
The stitches do not stay
The joints start to tear and break
Grow weak with weeping thread,
The engine now cannot start
One that was always dead.

Through the holes they find the *****
Some fellows in my land
Working their way through the fold
Turning stone to mere sand.
Why do they not stop to think
‘What is this good fabric?
Looking so when once so bold
Despicable magic!’

Therein lies the bitter truth
The folly of our time
They cannot see the poor cloak
As it is in this rhyme!
Only the wearer can sleuth
Which holes made when, are where
Through dumbness, anger it soaks
Each cruel word, each harsh stare.

Pull it closer, guard within
The fragile soul and smile
Hide well, know with clarity
That it is worth your while
Each mistake you call a sin
Throw it outside the cloth
With faithful integrity
Forgiven, not forgot.

Then build inside nerves of steel
Strength of iron so great
In the kiln of your own brick
Control what you create
Take the helm, but do not seal
The course of actions done
Know the plan, but do not trick
Make hay under the sun.

Make points clear, do not mask
With some thoughts said aloud
Keep a hat large for your head
I mean- do not be proud.
Perform with love each tough task
In your own, unique way
Care and earn, and share your bread
With every passing day.

Mend the cloak as you move on
With the good gift of life
Show it off well when you can
Fighting undeserved strife.
You don’t know why you were born
You do not have to wait
The brave roar of a lion sang
From stories of your fate.
Poem that took a long time to write.... that became long. I hope it isn't boring- it turned into a philosophical rant with no control of my own.
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