Titular

Sometimes i pray for a clean heart that would take away all discrepancies that plague this soul . . . .
Dotting this line are dots that represent an unfinished task,something half-said . . . . . an attempt at a full spherical meaning . . . an example of perfect addressal . . . . my thoughts churn like a gurgling whirlpool in the waterfall of the mind . . . i take up this task of moving on . . . . .what I had was not meant to be forever . . . . . I throw it out to the wind and other receiving elements that turn them back to dust and moist water . . . I throw out resentment of the past . . . . . I take up the last vestige of Ego and cut it off . . . from myself . . . . . . . I absorb the pain to turn it to pleasure . . . . I can take it . . . . . .Through all this . . . I look at my face . . . it looks like yours . . . my long lost friend . . . . Am I just here to suffer? No . . . . . . I break the mirror of existence . . . . . and watch the shards fly and embed in your fist . . . . the taste of the elements in living being . . . . the path that cannot be taken . . . .I resent your presence in myself . . . . you are like an invading germ that must be cut down and returned to the Earth, Water, Air, Fire and Sky . . . . . . . . . . I test my stamina, to carry on this expression . . . . i give not a demeaning word to the name of yours . . . .while the air around reverberates in my ears . . . . with the unintelligible syllables, of the milling crowd of reflections . . . . . I resent, but accept . . . these far-cries of yours . . . . . . .you approach me to level and tally yourself with me . . . . I am far beyond your reach now . . . . . .I am beyond you . . . . I am He . . . you are none . . . . i am Lone . . . . I am as I wish my arrival . . . . . . I am Me.
So there I follow these routine sorties into unknown territory . . . . .forgotten lands . . . . I don't save up on pity and mercy . . . . and take up the sword to cut down these weak links . . that bind me in me . . . I muster and rally up all Strength and Courage . . . . . I should listen to your Counsel as I cut Ego down . . . . Like barnacles clinging to the hull . . . I scrape it off . . . . with much Pain . . . . I am no longer your Asset . . . . .You are no longer my Liability . . . . . . . . . .

My Dreams the Dramas >to Reality . . . .the Way of the Dragon . . . the Call of the Tiger. . . . .
May the Way be Clear . . . . . To Bliss __

even words fall away....eyes fade into darkness....as the trial .....to keep alive....by one more beat.....

the racing horse.....strained by the straining wind.....every string of ligament....in his body.....'tearing' to reach the gates

of dawn......

just the body.....and the element of survival......pacing through

here i am

in the land if the morning star....freedom ....gaze of an angel....some starstruck melody...

dreaming of a thousand suns blazing through the sky....hyphenated thoughts passed from the brain to the hands with unnecessary static.....broken and testing the capacity always.....the strength to catch and perceive correctly....reflections to eternity... teach me the way to be....the way to be-come what i am

Gale

Calculate your thoughts, Find your finesse, Ease your spine,

Careful and in line, the caressing blades, swift n sure,

In the air, a big jumble, engine whining before the crumble,

Clear in the space, no trace, the mind takes a tumble,

As you fumble, your words that mumble,

I look at your face, find no trace, no fear (to face) ,

Crushing brace . . . in drops of life . . .tremendous pace,

My beating heart re-born. . . still won't forget the

love that was torn. . .O Crash, O Love, O Crash,

O Love , Just love me please . . . If you think

we let us down. . .I needed you. . . . .You love

. . . . .you can always lean on me . . . .

you won't find no face. . . .that will match my embrace

clear case. . . . love can't be base or smash this face. . .

some lonely place. . . . been there. . .done it. . .your Style. .

where's your freedom mate. . . leaving for home so late. . .so is

the scene in the dales. . . .of my still born core. . . clamp on the

race. . . thing is more than you can take. . . you will fade in the gale. .

whistling off the tail. . .if you can make it last. . . let's see how fast. . .

Maelstrom

Launch a tirade........................................................................................... Why am I dreaming . . . humdrum. . . boring Wasteful chaos and non-creation. . . .Wire-formed and twisted chunk of things in metal. . . . Ironically what is used is also wasted. . . . writing the hand goes numb and listless beyond its capacity. . . heading into fears in an unknown ocean might seem an unworthy tragedy but the crap that i'm writing is just the steam let off by. . . the engine. . . . how aberrations grow into a mighty crack in the hull of theories and thoughts. . . . one may come to never know the origin of all things though but he knows his way who walks it like one. . . .and now the reason why I'm tossed into these unlevel planes is because I've lost my bearing . . . In love I've lost the battle and I'm heading into a maelstrom perhaps. . . It is the end of days but i will never know who crapped up the plans. . . . who is here is also there in the rolling vessel. . .midst the caps and the swells. . . whoever thought i'd ever make it. . . .Me Hearties. . . .Let's Aid each other a drink. . . .

A man ahead of his time. . . .
walked in the desert rain . . . . . .
frought with risks. . . . .a voyager alone. . .
unawares of the inner pestilence. . . .he walked
An ambush of thoughts lay in his wake. . .
a river of loneliness eroding a valley in his heart . . .
the hum of acceptance. . .when he is ill at ease with his existence,
someone is watching his loneliness in this vastness. . .

Unfathomed

Freedom to uptake...
why can't i be without U..
we'll part someday someplace...
i could never have thought..
Day Night.... you in my sights...

Can't you tell by the look in my eyes...
some things can be understood...should be...
the very act of speaking destroys what we talk of..
What I say wouldn't mean much... if I said it...

Destroy the legacy the glory that rends... the eyes wet and the heart weakens...
What is there to construct, in vermilion strokes of passion across the sun....
Why my heart is dry is another reason, i'm not sure
what's been destined to be...is a legacy unforseen.

Love that can last any storm....you got a blast of energy that comes from a depth nothing can possibly fathom....you're a beauty that can rip open a closed heart....wrench apart free will...
fronds, skirts swaying in passion in some far off ...why is he so scared....they call me ...i'm a fanatic.......fusion in display of emotion and containing the unrestrained passion....ones who love never fear....they call me a vagabond. . . .mantra. . . . love that can give you life is worthy of life. . . sink your own boats. . .nothing can bear to happen on its own strength. . . . . to live | STRIVE |

Life has run cold...in these veins
that find u gone though...in vast desperation...
i leaped to grasp...those hands...now i
sit motionless here....wonder where i woke up..
take me up there...or put me to sleep...
i'll wait a thousand century... to pass...

Strivers in the Storm

you've got the Strength of a Raid
don't need yo aid
let the silences Fade
the stuff that we're made
was made stronger than jade

So let the silences fade....
the Sound may cut like a blade...
let the wind fill the reams
let 's slide through unseen...

(time u put down the spade
drank ur bitter (lemon)ade
got up off the trance
took up a moderate stance....ha ha)

Teacher

Never mind the never-ending diaspora of thoughts that flash in the mind
Never mind the cravings that wrench your free will apart from your hands
Never mind the cawing of crows that despise you for being who you are. .
Never mind the whistling & speak of the breeze stringing through the coconut leaves
Forget the 'I' that breaks your heart every time you give it some wind. . . . give it up
they can never forget themselves who are bound to their unruly natures. . . . how the role reversal can occur. . . . is a grace of the teacher. . .
How only he knows. . .

Space

Dream as if you were in a cloud of smoke. . .carried up by swift convection. . .all your worries falling away behind the dust like a streaking comet in the vastness of space galore How queer. . . . you are not alone out there. . . . there is the magnanimity of space that binds you close to your heart, in all the suffering that you face, you are bound fast to metal that is all that keeps you alive. . . . then you start losing your hearing and you slip into a sullen quietude that keeps ringing. . . . the experiencia magnanima. . . .this is American foxtrot like they go about on television. . . . with all the fizz and buzz of mosquitoes that try to suck your mind dry.

Tides

In the depth of your dreams, come to find a vast gathering of everydays. Everyday you find yourself doing the anticipated...there was once a glorious thing that happened in earnest...One that was the turning tide...One that I will call the ocean of daylight mysteries....That was the epitome, the zenith of all that could be and could have been , there was none other than 'I' here, there and everywhere, it echoed in the vastness...I have read a story about this called the Lotus Opened. Creation is a thing that bypasses all bygones., surpasses all surprises, circumvents all circles and reinvents all the dustiness of life by far. It has that capacity...If is questioned the legitimacy of anything, ask Thyself, your heart...you will be the sole holder of justice...but instantly you shall come to realize that what you say is going to mean vastly more than the mind can imagine. The written word has a secret sublime mystery and power..... it has the capacity to be retold as it is. The most profound truths are told in simple words......The next time I ever write I probably will shed more light