Sonnet #5 (’We’, part 2)

July 19, 2008 at 6:48 pm (Emotion, Life, Love, Sonnets, Spirit)

We are not done; there’s more to be said,

About Mortality’s gruesome and cold bed.

Our adjectives disclose a closed perspective,

They cannot grasp the totality’s incentive.

Love and God are either empty, or not,

The former is lost, the latter has hit the spot.

Emptiness and fullness places trust on the eye,

Without the viewpoint they cannot come nigh.

These two words, our salvations, leave us with a choice,

“Make us, or unmake us”, speaks their calm voice.

Love that uncanny feeling we fervently chase;

Until we surrender her, we are eluded from her face.

God, that logical impossibility, that ambiguous glitch,

How we yearn him for meaning; we would easily embrace the ditch.

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Sonnet #4 (’We’, part 1)

July 19, 2008 at 6:42 pm (Emotion, Life, Love, Sonnets, Spirit)

Drifters; humble, arrogant and sentient drifters,

We “row, row, row our boats gently down the stream”.

We step, step, step our feet in this coward’s dream.

Workers; soulless, conditioned and emotive workers.

Mortality, that coquettish wench, breathes us past GO,

The 200 we were promised in nowhere to be seen,

Card after card, mortgage after mortgage leaves us keen.

We drain our eyes of all life, and to pain we proclaim, NO!

But lo and behold! salvation awaits with a glimmer.

Empty words and imagined faces we conjure from deep,

The sweet burden of our illusions we motherly keep.

The very act makes the lights of pain dimmer and dimmer.

Love and God: the emptiest of all words we employ,

As salvation from misery becomes this arduous decoy.

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Sonnet #3

July 14, 2008 at 4:19 pm (Emotion, Life, Sonnets, Spirit)

His torments, dreads, and showers of envy do ramage,

The mere sight of his fellow darkens his eye,

Why does this green gem in his heart shine with damage?

Cain, oh, Cain: Abel is the loved, the beloved butterfly.

Your own Father does shun you, Fortune does smirk at you,

She embraces Abel, she loves him, she employs his destined road.

Turns a flirt in your presence; for you, she spares no second or two.

You wallow in your emerald swamp of misery, to God, you are but a toad.

Cain, oh, Cain; Abel is the one, the loved, cherished, God’s real son,

But can you really despise him for being himself; can you kill?

Can you eat that orphan’s bread, that tramp’s only bun?

Can you torture the lepper, poke fun at the terminally ill?

Interwoven are your lives, fatefully so; you are the Moon and he is Sun,

You cannot shine without him, night is nothing without you; you are brothers still…

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Cogito est forem Mortuus

February 8, 2008 at 6:01 pm (Spirit)

There’s an exquisite beauty to the world of light
A beauty not everyone can see;
Caught and preoccupied by a futile fight
Thus leaving our eyes full of debris.

Aspiration, like gods, we entertain
Inspiration, like poets, we should maintain.
Love above all is the key to life
Love above all is the way to end the strife.

The heart struggles to awaken us from sleep,
The mind struggles to carry on dreaming.
The mind creates the strife that cuts us deep
The heart is the liberation we are all seeking.

Death to the mind or death to the heart
This has been our mission from the start.
Chose one and eliminate the other;
Consciousness or death is the only way my brother.

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Divinity

February 8, 2008 at 6:00 pm (Spirit)

The inner look is a look of beauty.
The outer look misses the light.
The inner eye always serves your duty.
The outer eye serves the hunger for fright.

Inside you there is a pool of stillness,
Outside you is a chaos of illness.
Desire is a key and lock to the telos,
Admire the paradox of this pathos.

Deep within your being is the absolute surrender,
The feeling of this phenomenon is exquisite and tender.
Take a dive into the abyss for that absolute splendor,
Sacrifice the mind leaving you with your heart to render.

Like St Francis sleep on the floor for the sake of compassion.
Like Casanova inquire into the essence of every passion.
Like Jesus live in acceptance, faith and love.
Like Gautam surrender your mind and soar like a dove.

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Existence’s Words

February 8, 2008 at 5:59 pm (Spirit)

Give me the tree and watch me create;
This beauty you call life is what I can animate.
Mixed with wood and dreams and fire;
Love is the only return I desire.

 Feel me in your heart and forever be free;
Release me from your mind and come into me.
Bring forth beauty from the depth of your soul;
Allow me to be for you as fire is to coal.

 Life is lived in darkness from beginning to end;
Only way to experience light is by allowing us to blend.
Pass on my torch to the world and back to me;
I promise you bliss, love and joy, all through eternity.

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