On the run up . . .

to rapture, things're too quiet,
more clamor+ than ever,
the world much ado about nothing.
Heaven's clarion call unheeded,

they fall, unburied, a thousand years+
passing in oblivion, awaiting destruction,
when the Universe's most beautiful one+
leads them to take the untakable city.+

Sodom and Gomorrha remembered then,
final rain of brimstone, laying waste
to those who will never see new life+
on new Earth with new heavens above.+,+

No telling them, they won't believe,+,+
preferring a fanciverse and no Creator,+
when all nature knows Him well,+
which they destroyed as a canker worm+

. . . when they pretended to care,+
with intentionally late Kyoto Protocol+ to CYA.


   --9/15/07

Faces . . .

"They say," the end is near.
Even the Moody Blues sung,
"One more time to live and
           I have made it mine."
When they hadn't made anything at all . . .

except "music" almost no one really heard
that transcended all before or since
in first six albums, almost touching heaven,
. . . while I climbed Jacob's Ladder, deep within.

Didn't want to be an Andy Warhol guru+,
just heard. Still found only few who listen,
somehow knowing it's true, and not false,
while I wait and hope to see faces lit of heaven . . .

         . . . not far off now . . .


   --9/14/07

Snoopy to the rescue

I want her close enough to kiss,
close enough to hold, close enough to caress,
close enough to softly touch her cheek,
close enough for tears to fall on her shoulder,

near enough to kiss me & lay her head on my shoulder,
near enough to hold me, near to caress me,
near to softly touch my cheek and
near enough for her tears to fall on my shoulder,

closer than across the Caribbean pond
she said would be a short swim.
Told her I'd be waiting with beach towel
and, though still in hope for my dearest friend,

. . . I walk away now from breakers on quartz,
dragging her towel behind me like sad Linus.
Charlie Brown shouts from the shore, "Good grief!,"
and Snoopy trots along to the rescue to pick up the other end.

            Thanks guys. - *smile*


      --9/8/07

The inside corner . . .

What not to do can't not be done.
As hard as I've tried,
my agreement stands in my denial,
while white-capped breakers turn languid, clear & slide away.

Languishing through the decades,
aloneness set harder than stone,
I reach out, still believing
she's out there somewhere.

Gave up on "American Woman,"+
but can't get past its borders.
Though millions come this way
and prosper more than many here.

Sorry, I strayed from the point.
I'm sure you see why now.
Even a flint napper+ would walk away
while I keep eyes on horizon below the moon,

. . . with pain of languish like pain inured.

No-petaled flower

She loves me, she loves me not,
she loves me not, she loves me,
she loves me, she loves me not,
she loves me not, she loves me.

There, there, now, sigh, she loves me.
Sent me a good night hug, she did, she did.
Broke my heart she did, in the best way.
Sent my new friend tears with gentle hug, I did.

Soft touch of virtual cheeks then
with a light kiss, retiring with a smile.
Up early next morning thinking of her,
writing a few more lines, softly sighing.

. . . then no-petaled flower slowly fell
to softest carpet of forest floor.
Now set again to search for lost petals
stopping only to quietly weep against a tree

somewhere near lost glen found so long ago . . .


      --9/7/07

Stranger in a Strange Land*

Be not disquieted, dearest one,
for we'll share beyond time/space
spent growing in love unto
hearts having waited long, hoping

with joyous faith, knowing
He had another waiting, growing
in patience, adding virtue
in purest hearts of love, . . .

kneeling before Him by full harvest moon
glowing on waves and quartz,
Men-o-War watching while we coalesce
unto oneness hitherto unknown,

while waves softly beach, so gently
as to further our quiet mingle,
spirit to spirit, soul to soul, face to face
in greatest relief of love ever known.

After a time, I gather the beach towel that waited
and wrap it around you again, walking
through sand back into strangeness . . .
carrying with us love given, so precious.


      --8/30-31/07

*Stranger in a Strange Land, by Robert A. Heinlein+

Rock Hudson

"Feel the rain on your skin . . .
 Release your inhibitions"+:
Rebellion's clarion call.

I'm the martian in the Chronicles+,
only I won't fall into [your] heap at the end.
I never was who or what you thought;

and 'if' I wasn't then you've never been.
I tried, many times, to reach you wouldn't have it.
I can only walk away, shaking my head, so sad.

Mixing feel-good and "freedom," denying
truth, not seeking heaven,
utterly self-indulgent, you feel the rain,

. . . the final rain+, & souls falling unto destruction.


   --8/13/07

Definitions

         Awareness: That which is part of one's physical and mind/soul existence through the senses.
         Believe in: To lean on, trust in and rely on with your whole being and personality (reserved for our Creator).
         Consciousness: That which emanates from one's spirit self, being and knowing.
         Creator: There is and can only be One (Who is without beginning, end or gender), Who created all that exists, including angel and man a little lower, out of that which was not as yet even nothing, simply by speaking. - Our Creator does not exist; He created existence itself. - Of course, He manifested Himself into His creation later to restore us.
         Dimension: That which is perfectly perpendicular to every other one below, even if perpendicularity must take on entirely new meaning with each successive one being less and less like each previous one; also known as a sub-level; there are only seven per level.
         Etheric: The encompassing and fully-integrated non-energy blanket which also completely suffuses the physical level; the "location" of prana (qi or chi); the transitional interstice between the physical level and the mind/soul level (of consciousness).
         Heaven: The first one is the atmosphere (also known as the firmament+); second one is the Universe (solar system/stars/galaxies); third is Heaven+ itself.
         Imagination: That which can be useful, if true perception comes first, otherwise to be kept inactive and not to be trusted when in search for truth.
         Layer: Each dimension/sub-level has seven, like strata, each successive one much unlike previous ones, each higher/deeper one with new aspects not previously found.
         Level: That which consists of seven dimensions or sub-levels; there are only three under third Heaven.+
         Meditation: The process of learning how to control the mind/soul (i.e., to rein it in) and its emotion/thought (taking its territory), to focus it, to concentrate and then finally learning how also to make it just shut up entirely and listen intently within (for that which this world knows nothing of), all in the essential context of interaction with the breath (not control of, a critical difference), after completely relaxing with a comfortable posture (back straight, head aligned), though remaining perfectly alert, always remembering to discriminate between imagination & true perception (keeping imagination silent and perceptions shelved for later), continuing ever deeper & deeper within, toward being and knowing beyond existence entirely.
         New Age: A false repeat of a previous time period which is full of fantasy and fallacy, which is just how its participants like it. - *selah* - [Strong suggestion: "Don't dare bore them or even think to suggest that what they believe is far worse than simple nonsense."]
         Onion: One way to understand how layers/dimensions/levels are arranged, with each successive layer/dimension/level completely encompassing every one below.
         Perception: (The process of picking up or) that which is picked up by senses, whether physical, emotional or mental, also not to be completely trusted without serious introspection and examination with keen circumspection.
         Physical (body): The seat of lust (of the seven senses) and self-importance which usually blinds most to deeper levels; the first level (of consciousness) where matter and energy interact (in context within seven dimensions).
         Prana: The etheric counterpart of oxygen with many extremely different and higher (esoteric) properties; that which can be mentally directed for "good" or evil (both of which is sorcerous) from the mind/soul level (of consciousness).
         Religion: Man, in abject rebellion against our Creator, doing his own thing, either in arrogant willing ignorance or by holding the truth in unrighteousness for his own self aggrandizement and ego gratification.
         Soul: Mind, to include emotion and thought (in that order), from which springs imagination, which is completely and finely integrated with the physical brain (and its multiple, overlapping, dedicated holosensic lobes); seat of the will & desire with the ego (hopefully) only as an appendix; the second level (of consciousness).
         Truth: That which most would be horrified to hear (considering what they have believed all their life told them by others, not having searched it out for themselves), if they were even to believe it at all, some even dying with myocardial infarction because of it.

More definitions will be added as time allows. - Do check back.

Such love, and blind anger

She still appears in my dreams, tall,
lovely long neck, slim, lithe beauty,
same one who decided to run
her car over me, missing, so angry

at our Creator Who'd provided all things.
One (Two-and-a-half) and another waiting
in the womb, still unseen, also angry.
Finally came to get her things, while

Two-and-a-half, as I had taught him, cupped
handful of small rocks/sand, letting sand slip
through fingers with rocks to toss left, and right.
Doing the same, he came to me, taking his time,

but he dropped the rocks, reached up
and hugged me tight, with calm, sweet spirit.
Twice more the same, sedately, in no hurry,
saying he loved me and good bye, without words.

She had offered him to me before, without siblings;
I wanted them together & she took them away, bitter.
I needed her heart to break, for the wrongness.
24 now, 2-1/2 can't remember, but made sure I would.

surfaced by Brandy's sweet countenance @ WaffleHouse
   --7/28/07

Kryptonite

I've tried to tell my story, with few
ears to listen, many only to hear.
What I've found I can't give away.
Still, I hope to share and bless.

Things are panoramic beyond gender,
able to understand much, much more.
While looking to break hearts in the best way,
& hoping to see others eyes' light of epiphany,

I stand within on solid foundation of truth,
compassion built lovingly upon touch,
close in caring and help to those
who need it most, who've found faith.


   --7/7/07