EULOGY TO SILENCE Part IV

Silence of Thought

A quiet, calm, mind is a necessity
If one is to face correctly the problems of this world.
A mind capable of entering that state of golden silence
Where the river of one’s understanding flows deep
Beyond word and thought
To the place where intellect meets with spirit

Bathing in the mysterious light of true creativity
Conceiving intuition
The unblemished mirror of the soul
Reflects each problem into a fragment of the total solution
Rendering a mind that toys with words and images of truth
Into that mind where truth communes through words and images

© thePoetGeo 2013

Obsession Is

 

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Obsession Is

Your life pivoting on a single moment,

mood, mission, or madness;

Believing you were born for a purpose

and living it fully though you die;

Having a star to follow and chasing it

way across the universe until you're lost;

Trampling blinkered or blinded

on all other facets of your days;

Not letting go of a desire

which then grabs a’ hold of you;

Existence squeezed through a lonely portal

because it’s the only door there is.

No woman, no man, no child,

no individual ever made, sent or born;

rove a wave into history's ocean,

unless by an obsession torn.

Passion is an obsession

you choose to embrace;

Obsession is passion

embracing you.

© thePoetGeo 2013

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Elegance Is

Everlasting Hug

An everlasting hug;
Endless kisses;
Eternal love;
That’s what I have.

Consuming fire;
Burning flame;
Glowing coal;
Undying ember.

Long into the timeless night
of infinite universes,
love's arms will reach for you;
Enfolding a perpetual warmth.

Eternal soul alive in two bodies.
Two hearts clasped, in one embrace.

© thePoetGeo 2013

Happiness is

Happiness is;

Log fires and hot drinks

after shivering in snow cold glades;

Air conditioned rooms and cold drinks

after sweltering in heat;

A comfortable sit down

after walking all day;

The energetic stroll

after sitting for hours.

Happiness is;

Soothing escape to quietness

from the crowded room;

Bonding in noisy reunion

following lonely isolation.

And happiness is always liberty

whether eluding captivity or not;

Always every momentary drop

of true and endless love.

Happiness is;

A watershed occasion

poised on a cusp;

Moments when

imbalanced forces inside,

are overridden by chemistry

or return to homeostatic harmony;

Mind noise melting massively

to imbibe quiet sacred reality.

Happiness is soul resonating reverence at natural frequency,

Becoming one with the touching of a love that is real.

© thePoetGeo 2013

Why do Wise Monks Burn

Why do Wise Monks Burn?

Suicide bomber kills crowd.

Smart-weapon aims to please.

Kindness picks up stray flesh

despoiled meat, once was child.

Mothers infinite love, sobbing.

Another explosive machine arriving.

Soldiers clasp death sticks

heavy gravestones on their backs.

Teeth gnash, orders flow

patriotism a scowling mask.

Saluted flag directs the way

smoke rising from human blood.

Fear, and lies have teeth

propaganda bites the truth.

Artists pimp their profile

as beauty is raped again.

True poets mouths muted

words won't cleanse the hurt.

Suits with smiles hunt money.

Home and genome are trade goods;

The very process of life, commodity;

Expediency, an elbow in an old woman’s face;

Greed-ocracy, a thrusting bayonet;

Demos-cracy, a slit-throat gurgle;

Humanity, a shrieking echo;

Slaves, people to thrash;

Citizens, obstructive pestilence;

Culture, a fucked up scream;

Food, profit and poison.

Shush..., shush... amidst the cacophony

stoic, noble legs, walk gently.

Buddhist sandals avoid insects

respecting profoundly, all living creatures.

A deep breath moment...

Comment on the madness

The light of a pure love becomes hot fire

and a wise monk burns.

© thePoetGeo

Had I Known

For your every scar, my friend

I would have cried a healing tear

letting each one, softly kiss the wound.

For your pain, my friend

I would have supplied a loving kiss

for your every hurting tear.

For your loneliness, my friend

I would have hugged you

with a hundred love poems;

and for your beauty,

I would have launched

a thousand ships.

© thePoetGeo 2013

Hot Love Hungry

HOT LOVE HUNGRY

In my heart burns a passion,

a fire,

a consuming flame;

Hotter than all flames,

in all the shimmering stars,

in the universe's vast sky;

Such fire only tamed

by us burning together.

Come burn with me, come

let us melt ourselves

with lightening bolt kisses;

Let us drink un-quenching

of each others flames;

Melting into one pumping heart,

squirting molten love,

spouting, gushing, scorching,

like a river of burning suns.

In my heart runs a river;

Each drop flows, flowing

for your being;

Each wave dancing in joy;

Smoothly caressing, sensing

all nakedness on your skin

as you swim free in me.

Come swim in me, come;

Come drown in my depths;

Surrender to savage whirlpools;

Come surf on thundering waves;

Come lose yourself in the wild

breakers, swelling, plunging,

crashing, foaming, fizzling.

Flow with me like a river;

Let's join our streams,

together into one torrent;

Plunge into me,

as I will dive into you.

Let us fuse and flow

together into one orgasmic ocean;

Surging beyond the silent eye

of life's chaotic storm,

to wash ashore panting

newly born,

on warm sands of love.

In my heart is...

a valley;

Come rest cool in its shadows.

In my heart stands a mountain;

Climb with me to peaceful heights.

In my heart grows wild forest;

Dash with me laughing through tall trees.

In my heart lays jungle, 

enter and be devoured.

In my heart lays poetry, singing

across the lonely deserts of my earth;

A poem singing, chanting, crying,

calling out for your name;

Who are you, who?

Love - true love,

whisper your secret name in my heart.

© thePoetGeo