Cross and Crown 2 Edition Completely Revised

8/6/2019 Cross and Crown 2 Edition Completely Revised

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To my God, Sri Krishna; my spiritual master, Srila Bhaktivedanta Narayan Maharaj; Sad Guru; Jesus

Christos; my family, especially my father, who gave me this task; and my mother, without whose work,

enthusiasm, editing, and spiritual energy I could not have completed this volume today.

Blessings,

Hare Krishna,

F. Trejos Vinokuroff


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Introduction

These poems may be read in almost any way due to their openness. They contain many open

polyhedric symbols in order to help us awaken, stay alive, and remain well built. These poems are likeprayers in that they evoke things greater than the here and now, yet they arise from the present. The

sentences are not particularly absolute or definite; rather, they should be used as ties or sneakerspart

of life. They come from an individual way to acquire and become wisdom and life in an organic andplayful way.

Surrealism and symbolism play an important part in the appreciation of these poems. The poems are

surreal in that they exhibit a shift of ideas into living things and they convey nonlinear logic. Itssymbols are like paintings, saying things indirectlyexplaining ideas by showing their inseams, like

Huidobro (the Chilean avant-garde poet) said, by not saying that the flowers bloom but instead making

them bloom in the poem.

So we pursue of these immediate relations to the Things in themselves, the nous inside.There is deep pathos, mental and emotional: a lack of and longing for love, spiritual darkness and

desolation (and, later, enlightenment and redemption), questions, aches, and, with all this, the sowing of

spirituality (very much Catholic Christian, as well as other Indian notions concerning heightened

awareness, freedom, and bliss).So, this is a sort of catalogue of the stages of spiritual and magical seeking for life in a most total way,

with belief and experience of the Absolute; it is an inclusive spirituality of the seeking and lost

wandering of young souls in the modern and postmodern worlds, and like bread crumbs, the poemslead to something on one of the many paths that has no name yet is real and personal.


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Prologue

by Ana Vinokurova

A man in search of himself, of his integrity and identity in a dispossessed world of spiritual and moralvalues, where his way is a labyrinth and infinite spiral of fears, stalking, and voracious violence in the

fight for life and the victory of the strongest.

Whoever does not share this language or accepts this mode of behavior is not seen, is a carcass, with notime or space.

He is devoured by the hungry jungle of life and society.

The spirits grace, hopethe smile of the innocents who envision a world better than it was that hasbeen lost. Its the struggle of opposites that shines through this poetic creation, that plants another kind

of revolution in the search for the truth.

It is a reflection on the ever-searching soul for joy and peace, sense, love, acceptance, and company.

A desperate scream for salvation from pain, the unchangeable, indifference and all the disintegration,the false promises, nontheless not loosing the true promise one behind. Against its solitude,

nothingness, and madness.

No limits, no masks, guilt, or shameeverywhere are lies that point to no cross or crown.A surreal and symbolic chant to hope and life, always in deadly battle with ethereal forcesduality and

affliction, the somberto finally achieve the real, the truth, and the life.

The poetry is filled with airs of hope and victory, as well as pain, tribulation, and solitude (ever presentand in the way).

Its badge is silence after every uttered word. Also, irony at the crossroads of words and the absurd,

leading to renunciation.Also, we have the unforeseen and ineffable baffles of endless questions and eternity to take it all in

all part of the human precondition.

Here, many gifts of the spirit given by the Highest of the High flow endlessly.

Pains meaning sprouts edification, where all the feelings of impotence, indefinition, and inadequacyare part of todays psyche, one and all to some degree, in this time and space, many times invisible yet

partly found.


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The Cross & The Crown

COLLECTED POEMS 19972010

ALPHAPART I

Wordless voice I hear youO, great beyond

Flux of joints

Snapshots of things.

Before the birth of their meaning.

I am before everything & everything is in me

PossibilityO, negative patience

Formless Mother superior of Forms

Humming forever the trance of waves, come!

Some softly, some silent,

Some furious;

O, silent harmony,

Let me be finally eaten

Please dont deny me

Paramesvar-i!

Motherly swallow

Vibration

Consuming all thoughts, feelings, moods

To a somersault halt


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O, Slowness, become me.

Man of stories

My knees of power

The grace & elegance

Gypsy bash

Trembling gash.

You lazy, industrious vagabond,

Finder, gazer, groove catcher

Find the angles & the looseness

So that It may come to you.

Still eyes give!

Power and grace

And true Salvation

Nevermore fixations

Traps for & by me.

Forgetful bliss

Dreamy ease

Nothing is really

True or serious

Something always finds you.

I took my cane to discover the world in my broken balcony

And the world came and it was bright & straight

Mind portrait


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Aje ne que pais of the sickening thingIn the air; is it just me?

What triggers certain smiles, feelings, gestures:

A sad face,

A jubilant one next to the other.

Strange meanness I fear

A straight, tight, dark face

Aliens to this world

File down green and white.

A very kind smile, so many hues

A calibration of lies

A kidding grace

Shifts fast mirror like.

A passing gesture & sigh comes along

Straight on the line.

A fortune cookie

A random mathematical equationThe pleasure of surprise.

______________________

Gum sole shoes

Sly, soft, smooth screech

Another side of beauty

An inner inseam becomes visible

A certain soft pop freedom

A kid at heartor fully?

__________________

Thinness of air

Inside & out


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The architect foundation of a face

Of facing It

A pale trembling thinness

The heart quivers mightily

What is weak can become nobleWhat is strong blind

What hand did trace those lines, shadows

Memory, deeds

What pale hand disappears?

A mess, a cruelty?

Is all just a mystery

This is no playground

Our faces neither grim nor straight

Or twisted joyfully

Just forgetfulness,

Almost nothing

A confused idea

What is clear my friend?What is certain that cannot be put down in just years, centuries,

millennia?

Home in the storm

The city eats, moans, and groans.

Poets are hungry forever for life & freedom, or something else

Room, making sense, relocating grand alchemyAll written everywhere, wall & face

Shall I tremble in joy or fear?

O, white sublime things.

Eating in silence


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The bitterness and grudge

Muffles & grumbles & munching & fumbles

Moments die in silence before birth.

Shaking, seemingly sweaty handsSeems like hes from the river

Solitude, magical

Why come out?

Where is it darker?

Death does not part

Only lack of love

Abjection, pain, power

Negative capability

The fiery navel crosses solemnly.

Radars

Open connection

Blank slates make the best masterpieces.

Misery, mighty lonely, mighty selfish

Seeing everyone inside

The shadow, the curse.

Shining afloat in the gearing

Most blessed empty hands raised up high.

Why bring a child to this world of painImpossible to live & love this!

A cripple brown paper bag for holy figs

What is all the fuss?

Turn on your window and see

How little you know


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Corpses filing up and down in illusion and fashion

So much a tragedy of mistakes

All this

Just, then, why?

Musts & side street crossings

Urgencies, things impossible

Freedom of open skies & its weights

The swift, severe pace, character

Abe Lincolns melancholy

Broken dreams like a frozen flower.

The wind black iron brazen

All can see in any hue

Now dark, lonely, severe

Any day, for any one can be

Genesis or Apocalypse

& no one can choose.

Two ways, free will

The trembling hand

The pounding heart

A wild blinding eye

Is the living a death becoming?

Time shrinks & expandsWith joy and pain

Clocks melt softly

& everything else too

Can relativity reach all time & space?

Lord let me reach the absolute integration


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Pain is red

Lack of love, & so she bled

Bled black, red, & blue blood

all the ills they goAnd the goods too,

Till ol miserable life went away,

Unmasked and ashamed.

Old frames, old brown severe

Wood works

An ancient man full of tales as of hay

Music & silenceno noises, no names;

No errors, converted.

Blessed in accommodations

Jigsaws hee-ho

The eye that sees not too much

Staring intent, a little

The mad craving

The everlasting aches,The wrong moves & wrecks

And in order to survive, belief in resurrection.

Mind lost in the haze & the wind

A blurry image

Eased up borders.

A conversation of memories

Drunken out of time conjectures

A way out

A smile with no weight.


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Bitter dry taste of despair

Gone with bitter ale & its forgetfulness.

An olden placedark wood

Oaken smoke, bitter dreams of dry, & tasty true paradisiacal fruitsLeaden pain longing and giving fruits unknown.

A dark portrait

Black all over

Pain hidden

True feeling

Both sides

Dramatica.

PART II

Never look deep or twiceOwn yourself

& God appears

Devil is the belly, eating itself endlessly,

And all mirrors shall turn and turn in play

So the sad game will end in all smiles & tears as grains of sand

& skies gems.

Nothing is really despairing or lasts too longGrace

Whatever comes in the ethics of freedom

Rule!

See through

Overcome


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Be

Breathe & rule

Its a show

Read it

Lose it kindlyKnow then forget

Wait on Him & Her,

On Their works,

Cause were here to live, overflow, and rave in holiness

Never stay behind the shadows out there

O, edgeful one

Heights friend

Dare ahead and never fear

In your noble strangeness

Master & feel it

Surrender & surface the grand discovery,

Sinking all the way through the Arcane seas, the sands are so sweet

The angles and the visions: so open, so free in the peripheries of the

possible

BreatheSee

Be

I love the simplest of wonders

Like a silent seat upon an endless end

Just a landscape of a promised land

& truly Im satisfiedThere I hunger or thirst no more

I long, Lord

I reach out and wait.

May I never lose my mind or my ground or feet


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Dear God: what can I do?

Until when will I disjoint my bones to dust?

One day Ill forget all the pollution and fade away

O, wasted dreams, a cloud of sighs follows me downMay I touch the ends firmament and texture and be swallowed

invisible.

May my feet

Walk & pound

O, what lovely

Grave sounds.

Once I tried to stitch my fingers in a knot

Then hum to keep the bees away

Then Id straightened my back so as to die with some dignity

Like new angels in the joints of time

Wave catchers, high flyers

Have at last found Places to be & new rumors whisper in the streets

As I walk like a lion,King of cats,

In gum soles,

Beat, bubble gum pop,

Street bop,

Rhymes beauteous

Walking poetry

So I go long and roll my eyes in timeNot to miss it

& never look straight into it

& crooked joint hop

Mantra jazz jokerbox

Gour Gour Gour Hari Bol!


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PART III

I now remember the right words, the place where everything is NEWperpetually.

I smiled, she laughed.

Sadness falls & smiles

Fadesyet an inner glow of triumph so godly

Solitary satisfaction

The man I never was

The strong, proud, brave & fixed hero of the times

Yet I tried & loved everything

Perhaps too much

Too much silence

The fireworks of heaven light my wayAs a certain love did always warm me

Though being a crooked, cripple, shining soul,

Too happy, too old.

A promised road shines ahead,

Precious deadly.

Ill stare my piercing eyes almost blind

My fearsome bellies sucking life

& go pray & hope & look

To the sky, where my help comes from

Perfect and well timed

For He knows you too well.


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Strip yourself of lead my friend,

Grow out your last truth to a new one,

& beauty from alien moss

By not searching and forgetting

I have become, from dying, despairing, disappearing, silentlyglorifying the highest of the high, waiting

Head down in hood, rained upon,

hands stretched out

Beginning to live

Endless fires of desire,

Earthquakes of grace,

Famine, flood, thunder

The scared child wants to play

Yet is weak and dying

Restlessly fed

Is it sad? Or interesting?

Only the witness shall know and say

For mystery & impossible things are spoken of It that burns good &

ills webs

By fire & spiritHigher than high

Human essences, old in wisdom

A nexus silence slants.

Humbled before it all,

The powers that control my desperate gestures & jests

Like the innocent inclinations of a forgotten doll & music aroundfades like smoke

I dream of giving form to all this:

Autonomous and perfectly controlled, yet perfectly formed

so as to achieve an end, with dignity.


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I think I was born for this peace, so hard to reach yet free

Unattained with leaden feet and adamant desires.

Today I kiss the walls of the great labyrinth

I hear echoes of immemorial beautySnake charms and shadows of ideas too tired, too ill.

Sinking is the ship of celebrations, of the descent so gleeful and

blind

Self-explanatory self

My pay and wanton solitude that makes things out of void.

Days of weary toil and nights of dreams of rebellion against my

prisms, prisons

And I go happily to a warm grave in the corner of corners

vermillion velvet.

So he comes, the Fisher King wet and new,

No cross, no reign

Yet oh-so-kind and blue,

Yet a definite tragedyWhen good takes ill for good and knows it

The maidens wave hello in homecoming.

What is this thing we live in, humming all around

A dreamy mind makes it better

A little less strain, force, or longing.

Like when ones eyes open

to all sides & begin to arriveWhats this life?

That turns & screws & tangles so many knots, patterns, figures

Who can help me understand?

Is it so brief and full and confusing?

I believe I must dwell in perpetual forgetfulness


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Just hearing whispers and echoes

Of some hazy Gods lullabies,

Or even the shriek of the darkest hour.

So I get that its just keeping your seat,

Clinging to bright and lovely sightsGardens once filled with innocence

That surely old mans experience will one day, with the wretched

child,

Expire.

Look now to this my death,

Overflowing eyes, mad with fury, consumed, red & white.

The flame is stillWho can withstand?

Is it real, is it real?

Is this really It?

Astoundingly it was

So lost that all is alienNo touch or charm

Or alm or calm

My lips are dry,

The deserts jealous,

& the memory runs the blood in blaze.

I proceed to stall so estranged

& fear does frostbite my guts

& some grace & some despair

Black eyes, white disappearance

His silence makes it easier

Was he ever Here?

Oh yes indeed


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The rules of verse

Distraction, little effort, quotidian stuff, surprise, magic, vitality,wonder, between asleep and awake, a little close, a little far,

commotion, truth, beauty, here-there-everywhere, many tongues of

fire and the great silence, juxtaposition and cleanliness, noise, the

unbearable, any careless charm, sound, beat, bipolar, and always

ever-changing etceteras.

A rubber soul yogiAt the right time

Wise beyond any known

clues & suggestions, union and timing

For to be is to see

Silence, space

Using all exhaust pipes

For as one did say, the path of excess leads to the tower of

fascination, comes from curiosity,

And oh, lad, leads to the bottomless pit

Dont worry, many ways to go and things to meet and see

Never expected

Flow more randomly angel

Woe your wonderful fascination

A lock and a key! Aho!Move, cycle, replenish your steam,

So many strange flowers and fruits grow

Get high on Spirit with the Highest of the High,

No need fury, will, or excess,

For Jacobs ladder is bent,


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Begin to learn to see things go on, the living scriptures & theater so

new,

For wisdom is a daily thing, feeling of flow & godly, peaceful might

to rule,

So silent & elegant, a doveWell measured & timed

Give, welcome, forgive, so beautiful what we can project through

So I finally say hum & say go chew my own branded gum,

In the art of losing & gaining all

Of all your dead, lost places, thoughts, trains, or dreams

Even seas bigger than

Keep your eyes on high watch, no clocks tonight

A solitary kiss,

This is for you: all seers of the endless and instant

We are birds, so sing, let us fly

We go as cats, sly and slender

With no goodbyes

He was a strange walking man

To you theres no endDo mirrors tell of strangeness in lines and shadows

Well he seems so full of stories like flocking fairy stock

He creeps, he stalks

Ideas and situations

Positively dramatic

As seems to me every individual is that same strange walking man,

With fabrics cut or not to fashions day.

There are dark black womens socks

Tight, stern, surreal

They walk as of a certain clan (just looking knee-foot)

Shes pounding on


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Theres a need for conversation, noise, coughs

fear of nothingnessabsurd

Absurd dark ancient motivation

Fears desiresThe creeping craving

Self-eating self.

Yet nothing remains.

Black, glassy, steely, creepy eyes

A controlled raving

Blue-eyed madness.

Excess

Water in the eyes, drunken hell,

The ol big belly eats you up.

Sweet musician percussion, precision,

Hitting notes, pre-thoughts.

O, spirit of adventure

With the fire of a flaring chimera

I chased just about everything & nothing in particular

Everythings lost & nothings nothing

I remember the 4 winds & yet keep lost

All is noise

God!I head out again ever again with airy soles

Dont mind bleeding, thats what Im here for

Or cry, cause its for something

I imagine then I just can reach the other side of morning

But forever


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Ill be an oil painting in trance

Ill be another

Ill be nothing

Monster

Now with hunch & cane I roam

Free & joyfully lost!

My faith may be dying of hunger.

In love, life, and the world

Im definitely no human

Not that I ever was

But just look a little strange and inspire fear

Oh, what have I become!

O, you object of lost love, recognize me in the crowds

Just something like a form

Something human and speakable

Its just that my continent has been divided and I dont know which

band to turnTis but the civil war of the hemispheres

Is just that Im too far, forget that and its cold

If I go is for I must & become invisible

Like a confused noise

Like what just crossed your shoulder

With all your intent now youll furiously see thatAll is frenzy, a vision forced through & quickly forgotten

And, yeah, youll rave!

Our dear friend, Sisyphus

Lighting his pipe of self-denial


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And, so beat, he tells the truth

Of the ark, the loss, & the waking hour_

Teach us oh, please, to forget like you so joyfully,

He sighs, then shrugs, then goes down the valley to disappear.

Your double is always near, your dear Ka, praying, whispering,

inspiring with angels, fairies, demons

He just knows a little more

Learn to hear & self-know;

Youll blow yourself away.

The man with long fingers sat at his piano, which was really just a

prop,

A tool of bridges,

He quickly and quietly shakes

He begins to grow (this chordful, mechanic shattering of nerves)

He wants to blow the layers, and outrageous playing all the high &

the low.

But its all just fantasy, magic, phantasmagoria:

Purple delights.

Dissolve into the night

Dissolve all skins

For now its quiet and blissful and safe

A time for joyful, child-like surrendering

Fun, play, rest.

PART IV

Gone away movement

Protected and astray


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Theres lots of fear in the way

I think Im donefor the day

Or for goodstill a light

Shines through mercifully.

God is everywhereGod I trust

I&I

My dearest

I long for you

God, I fear this valley

I fear this changing, turning, churning wheel

I tremble & grieve in silence

Hoping, gasping, praying for an end

To error & accident & the drastic

I love & love happiness

Happy endings

I fear more than I can bear

I try now to forget

God take me, Im yours.

Nerves strumming guitars

All the walks of the mighty damned

Of desire, craving, & need.

Trembling leaves, tremblings, and also knees

Breathing heavy, eyes moving

Sternly she takes her violin caseAnd walks away

In silence & into mystery

One I might never know

Under the sun & blinding moon.


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She danced so elegantly alone

Eyes turned inward

Free from others a truest of joys, the solitary.

He was cool, calm, it seemed,But, then, a deepness in certain spaces of speech and breath,

Much different, so true, so cool, what does it all mean? So, so human

stillWOW!!!!A writer & a human or, better, a wounded poet and yet is held

together by God knows what threads!

Memory black

I sway with awe, longing

A pale hurray

But my hand sweats in the trigger of a clock

Fading images: long time friend & enemy pursuing consensus,

sense, perfection

Burning trains go away

I find myself swimming in black rivers

Then wake up to gigantic plainsOf people and their skins

Up with mold

& still I search for the clock

Now handless

I give up!

Ding dong, dread!Here it comes againThe ghosts of soul asylums

Repetition, longings, fears

Of losing in the night

We wrestle toward the future.


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In games or in fights

& the universe conspires the music in all its channels

To reach, cut out, mend, put together the twisted strings of the braids

I lay down & watch this time factory go aboutAs if watching a toy, a dull city, a crazy mirror

I try not to mind anything at all

So that I can survive & breathe it all in, thoroughly and

immaculately.

The green door

Is there a hidden pixie among us?

The lucky, musical, little Irish lads,

Dance and smile like some dream, shouting ji-yaBut all thats inside

I just watch the door to see if it belongs to me, to enter and frolic

With such dear company

On a pale afternoon, end of winter, spring breezes soft, a greenish

perfume.The door opens & they lure me in.

May the children roam free

Endlessly

Like mass running mighty & upstream

Take-me-in

How together, what insightWhat wonderful fright

The instances so fiery & eyes so flash

Burn within

Like a kite flying one

Like a majesty unveiled, like pure forms flower and fold


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Fair & foul

I gently die again today

To complete a movementIt takes a movement to burn to ashes, black out a whole circle,

oppositions,

Fights, struggles, intermezzos, and keys! Keys! Keys!

To the next, a painful counter position, a powerful collision;

The face grows red, green, or pale

And rips the veil

And toss & turn for their pleasureTheyve gained!

So that you can come back again

To your desire, your space inside

The empty music box

The time expands, it shrinks,

It fits in your angry fists

As you fight against the weights of the planets,The purging,

The wailing

Till your eyes are violently open

And surprise!

All anger transforms,

A mold, a karma, a fixed or unfixed space

As well as time in its gears

Jumps you into cosmic time

Listening to things, some old, some new,

Others forgotten

What may be happening in the eye of the symphony

You must get sick, whimper, bless, curse, & die

You must turn you into you


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Purple as days ends sky

Lose to retrieve

Become becoming into being

Do not get tangled with many heavy things growing on you.

For the music is turning lovely, so is the danceTo complete you must delete

To rejoice in fullness die in dryness

And not be anyone, yet be one

For all that goes on for you each day

All the movies of your dreams, desires, fears, nightmares

All this old groan is going on for,

If you help beauty & fortune

Might surrender a tear for you begetting today or tomorrows eve

And so the final fatal strokes

Making quiver in the night

And quieter delight

As the moments fade, the piper, the marks, smokes, days, memories,

me

Awaken again to the bell in the key.

The children smile as if about to break

From a trance or dream of playfulness

Like a hungry reality,

But, then again, never mind, we can always forget and start over.

Wild birds

With a glow & a halo & dangerous air

Arrive with flashing eye

The terror keeps & prays


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They come like omens

Wildend cries

A warlocks legion in disguise

They come hungry for something

They search and ravageThey look deep for prey

Now excited, feathering away, feathers everywhere,

They move & move from inside my head

Cries, cries,

Reds & blacks & bloody orange

Shadow specks, all over the place

Now a hundred psychic crows and owls rip my clothes & skin

& claws dig deep to take me to the mountain peak

For a midnight death atonement

I lie awake in silence deadly

The birds are all quiet watching me

Waiting for me to die of fear

Theyre dead still, staring

I shake & try to speak

But tongue tiedIve been here too long

I surrender to die heroically, perhaps, in somebodys eyes

They come and eat me gently and I in poetic sigh reply with a smile,

no pain,

This is glory, not tragedy.

Part IV

Tea revisited

United in a beat and hum


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Coughing throat roughing

The rightness of place

Silent tea peace

Empty fullness

True levityThe sounds & glow;

A homecoming celebration has come

Cheer leading the unseen world

Gracing & toasting all things forgotten

Random collection of the free fruits and roots

Playing the mathematical equations to open the lotus gates!

Rejoice! Be merry! Hear the bells!

BETA(A villanelle for a very special girl)

Piercing Angel1 When seen alive and brimming with

2 A life so far and deep

3 In realms of courteous enchantment I can hardly bear & see

4 What and how and if

5 My blood is wine my heart coal

6 When seen alive and brimming with

7 Was it this or that I heard


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8 The muse once and then I prayed

9 In realms of courteous enchantment I can hardly bear

10 Yes its you and me all hand-in-hand with mirth

11 Through storms and magic and adrift


13 Come with me, take this stroll in moonlit airs

14 Come, Come you, fairies, angels, what may

15 In realms of courteous enchantment I can hardly bear16 And I know I dont belong to the heath

17 And love black tied to the end with flares


19 In realms of courteous enchantment I can hardly bear

For VessieVessie Vessie so madly beautiful soul a charming

in a world of make-believe everything goes

so pure and so strange, no rules are needed, no chance

of breaking the milk of paradise

which now flows when we clean our eyes and see THE ETERNAL

to which I humbly invoke in every deed & thought

so as to learn to make love as virgins to everything that surrounds


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and amuses us, me

& also no one loses, for it is beyond decay, remorse, hopeless

darkness: self-effulgent

yes, my sister, that is faith and hope killing shame and despair, driedto death in their ghost-filled deserts

I now go into this sort of promised land &, even if I die on the way,

its mere existence makes me sigh and therefore live

When the wind of change does whistleYour merry tunes of drunken jingles

And you smile with the autumn

As angels sigh with tears and frown

O sweetest child of life, shining so brave and so free

Can I stay on your side and make you a melody

When your voice does falter and taint

With the tremor of heaven and purple intent

And your dreams do take their due heights

Wailers do remember and sing with delight

O sweetest child of life, shining so brave and so free

Can I stay on your side and make you a melody

Aho! behold something is born!

Tween her silken heart beauty does bud

A pearl of hope for the helpless wanderer, astray on her shore

For innocence so forsaken is now the maiden of the promised lore

O, sweetest child of life, shining so brave and so free


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Can I stay on your side and make you a melody?

Oh! If one should stand by her pale fire in slow burn

If one should be found true and worthy of that miraculous sight!

And grace that is rapt in her flare,Ecstasy, surprise, mystre



Tales of old, the moons child and despair

Silver rings, the promising and careless sidelong glance

The poisoned pangs of dreams of air

And stars shall twinkle forever



There is something hidden that can be seen from any side

There is a heart that nurtures the once-barren lands

Feel it all, reflect its soulCatch it, touch it, and make it Alive, as only you can



If one day this pierced heart shall run ashore

Castaway from the world, void of formSettle, work, play, come of age, and grow old

A treasure house of holy beauties far and widewe shall share and

behold




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Yes, Aho YeaWhen the sky is grayAnd all life has vanished,

I tell you stay higher

Than it.

For all Ive learned

Through mystic whispers,

Let it be raised to hear some desolate calling

Born to the endlessAnd senseless untangle.

Long lost counsel and soothsayers

At the end of your weary days,

Lets go, smitten brethren,

For hope isnt vain.

Brazen fiery flames of confusion

Strengthen the brave.Stages for the survivors,

Dressed in white and ever tortured,

Now wailing does ease, and loves remembrance

Unfolds.

Peace is longed for, with the revealing Grace

Its toll, burden, and strong hold face

Wholly in the end.Jesuss words do slide through the ears;

Both sadness or desolation do adore the Prophecy.

Time is sleepless on guard

In the immovable;

Nevermore pains mindful reign.


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Wonder, the Fruit of TruthOur hearts moan for the lost balance and cry for the confusion.

Alienated from our architectural thought by ruthless occasions,Death and drought as the midday sands,

Dew that is love hardens before the stepping Fear.

Thick eternizing each day of limitless elevation,

Depressions stand back,

For the purified soul condenses with no despair

Good does always come

Tween roots and courage,The inner covenants of the Great Feeler

As a seed of the Earth shall grow

Come to see

The clear dawning of angelic life,

Untouched and Holy.

Many deaths toll to many lives,

Almost always misunderstood

The Tribulation and Endurance of the

Saved Chosen OneIf so Nature decrees,

And the journeys start losing wise forethoughts,

There must rise a royalty in this mystic coherency,

And the long awaited and doubtless answer will come:

Lets wait with it, bear it through;

Faith will bring clairvoyance.

More certain than experience,

Seed of the endless fruits

Belonging,


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Becoming,

And thou shalt go on without a sensed existence,

And this war cry is for any thoughtful, sound person,

Any smitten and foggy receiver.

No key is at last found

The Masked Treason of the Innocent

Seeker

The time became matter seconds before arrival,

Something shook the tremor,Someone scared Fear herself.

From the day I knew Him, the Truth did reveal

Sublime yet obscene.

Oh! How close can we be!

The holy of holies,

Great cleansing tribulationBeyond its angst and grief haze

Has the tool that forged me!

The food that I receive,

Not even in the ancient oasis.

I was lost in dreams;

May it be a scary storm sign

And never carry the mountains of Promethean despair

In a sad and chain-clad myriad woes.

Double moon and stars of prophecy,

The winds do silence, and He does guide,

Appears at midday as the day he parted.

The sea does swell as joy


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Of those who feel near the Promised Land,

And it shall appear from the horizon.

Now everything will relentlessly change.

Experience, Observation, Meditation

Choosing a golden door,

Flying without feeling the arrival

To a kingdom more than awaited

Thickening the test in a slave chain

The expression in the stare

Coming to live 64 moonsThe vision is at hand for the fortunes soldier

God and soul merging

Life and stillness

The soul-grazing fleets

Melting over time over the fields

Of the universal

Fascination does shine over the cold damp air

Magic does awaken the silence in the ears;

The old earth is a living theater

Magic men and wise ones do meditate for destinys sake

Clear and cloudy where there orbit

The lentils of the infinite soulGladly, thank you, my sad woman

This bitterness will turn into honey

Running and dashing blindly

When will you know that soon enough Ill dry up


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Vast our superior,

Love as tender as fantasy

Nothing more free

Engraved is the scenery in possibilities

With always some railway from which to catch your freightTime to tune up

To triumph and flower within breaths of ideal nature.

Regret or forget in heaven or in hell

Changes behold chances that revolve

Possibility makes the truths unfold:All that is beyond must never be fore-drawn.

Told as the mysteries which the keys hold

A fantasy gliding upon my ever-learning soul.

Screaming is plenty

To which the season denies

Cry at the gates but remember youd be there

Shine yourself against the windy skyAcross the morning star,

Cast out by the fire.

Sing now for the retired sire

Time alone will yell your name

In heaven or in hell.

The guilty are marked

Time is constantly lost

Following behind a mad rabbit

That mindlessly suggests


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Pursuing those impossible findings

Enlightenment is a lonely candle

In the windy days of mans life

Never fear.

The desirea reminder

Who will ever wish to run headlong into harm

Ancient fool

Smoking in his forgotten realm of lost things

Some new land and horizons do shine their lights

They suddenly blacken and madden

Terrors become mighty

The song does resound

Neon all around

Make your own history and finish the unending show.

Primitive serpentine

Seers of uncertainty

Without one to guide them

Hungry poverty is at the end of the day.

Otherworldly saviors far away smile sadly

Tis the meal of the earthly slave

The accord of high pitch screams

Desperations symphony

Troubling dangerLife long lost

Clear as air

Achilles heel for insatiable titans

Yet I thirst deadly for timely knowledge

Many fools in asylums


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Tried to control minds razor,

And bled to the last drop.

Melodic caressThe lost color of your soul does shine in my ear

The mermaid screams captive

And in touch the dissolving sensation

Face of memories make one recall empty accords

Loves soothing from oneself

Endow softly clouds as garments

O children of air!

Laughing sweetens perplexity

Filling our cups with olden liquor.

Fixing up pollen to the tuned souls

Prolonged vibrations

Love and its deadly spade

Ecstatic music does swing into diamond lapsus

May this trance never decay!

The Tribulation and Endurance of the Saved

Chosen OneIf so nature decrees

And the journeys start losing wise forethoughts

There must rise royalty in this mystic coherency

And the long-awaited and doubtless answer will come


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Lets wait, bear it through

Faith will bring clairvoyance.

More certain than experience

Seed of the endless fruits

BelongingBecoming

And thou shalt go on without sensed existence

And this war cry is for any thoughtful, sound one

Smitten and foggy receiver

No key is at last found

In the eyelids of some elsewhere dimension

Briefly comes and swells

Something

In the mystery of the dance and the wind

Its the instant, the fleeting

Intangible and parallel constellations

Everything trembles and falls into place

Growing deeply and elated

Takes my spirit to a freedom soulscapeUnconscious harmonies of the eternal cascades

There is no clarity

In my being hope to understand

Turbulence that I cant know their reasons

Come and go dancing in the great dark

I appease my mind and hallow my Father

Holy air, stay by my side one more day

For love has granted a lighted guide to my troubled mind

Confusion has been cleared,

Illusions burnt


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My heart is now a still well

Reality in duality and yet unified

Wave after wave, the river sways to the sea

Radiant and reactive, everything manifests in oneness

Animated and limitless it can free itself form its bound instinctForgetful of its essence

Examines and observes the untrodden secret tracks

That in this gray jungle the devils are loose

But, aho!

The pure heart is the redemption,

Gods eye, and the candle of salvation!

Both?One? Changes with no conceptionbirthunderstanding

Twisted and reassembled woodworks

Precepts and perception

The fragile existence of my heart-glass

You are very big and yet weak

Void and disillusionedThe light and love

Endless forces

The magic kingdoms of song

A glimpse of Life

In your happy day you are what you are

Dont lose and forget even a tad of your holy love

The soul sings delighted

Burns in fiery airs chainless

I sing in tears because I feel

And dont lament my endless sufferings


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Here I am and will survive

For truth is why I am here for

The Father and the Son are my foundations

Tireless soul and bright waking thoughts

For there shall be harmony in the prophets wayEven fire burnt and messageless

And we must keep on crossing rivers so as not to fall into delirium

For the truth can be found

I beg to the dry ones:

Give me confidence

Rootless, no one can hear me

The space between is broad

Whoever seeks,

Grow and suffer,

Death crouches round

I remember and moan when my breath did leave me

Lonely my soul is exiled and dethronedNo light or appeasement

O my agonizing void!

Lord, forgive my lost footsteps

Sin burdens me with death

Desperate, I search for the blinding lost sun

Countless wounds, sorrows, and solitudes drown me

Jah does blow a lively airAnd from the sheol I rise once again

Here I come to say

Some words of trust and honesty

Heartly confessions


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To make us feel together the sweetness of truth,

Yes, freedom!

I walk life endlessly.

Simple rings

The pupil does shine, stained and adorned.

Look here where we look,

And our minds that do give you life

Silent waterfall in the cautious night:

Wise and piouswealthy and beautiful

Her

Another long night in the rocking ship

Waiting in doubt

How shall I kiss the smiling morning?

If I could crown her

The kingdom of the awaiting gates

Give to the infatuated landscape green and golden lights;

But that is, go swim mindfully,

That it might seduce and poison,

Hanging not knowing the delicate vineyard of birthing,

Oh, but how much to lose or make appear?

if only I could crown the randomness of learning

For them to begin to know


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Foreign roaming

Feel the soul in a garden:

Soft, delicate, with a birthmark and a gaze.Feeling isnt maddening

Wise and prodigious lying in the flesh

Plays with the uncertain mind

Being loyal and never understanding

Breaking loose for its ever-new sunshine,

And smoked in the vapors of imagination

Bursting the visions

And its dark again.

Between acts

Tween the steps of the crossroads

Unfriendly grounds in which we survive

And Life wont let us sink deeper.Integritya fleeting hope

That will see us through

Beyond battered fear and decaying sadness

The curtain of the times

makes it all hard to tell

Yet the seasons do compose melodies,

To see the notes that hold it together

Pain and suffering do clean the walls of thought

Taking angst to new understanding

For one brief moment alone

To die for approximation


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I am that I am

Do you know that unconsciousness does own us?

The need for euphoria or a different sensationTerrorizes minds new lands

Able to devour its suitors.

Birthing sun and too many rays over the mind.

I dash this persistent notion

And conquer the here and now.

There is no other obstacle

For the avenging currents of the mind

Behold the ancestors and their deepnessThe masters and their lonely holy breaths

Forever this story does let go its secret flake

Dreamy milk does rain from heaven in this desolate, quiet storm.

Souls tied by their choosing

Each look: a flower garden of hopes

That the heart dilutes and asks for more of

Like a train fixed on a track

What must God wait for?

Splinters, leaves, and birds of a feather

Will does have power over destiny,

Faith, and sacrifice.

SailorReading creeds, infinite mirrors: far away


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Pioneers we all sail some sea or other

The waves, the shores, lucky elsewhere

The spirit open to space and blooming, evolving

Jumping revolutions toward drying

Forgetful in the diversions of playChildish vineyard, departing a masked ambush

Into night

Sickening creativity

Keys to the intuitions.

Consequence and prophecy

Forgotten sex so lost in void

Each time you can think

Crying in redeeming an ancient punishment

For disrespecting the truth

Now 100 walls do waste darkness and spleen

Over your deadly pit.

How many fears are begotten as flowers with no prairie to pray?Always do these mirrors disguise love with levitations

From dueling with the never-ending

High from fear

Ghosts do crowd and liven the sunset

In the dying schools of yesteryear.

Invoking the possessed trance

Comfortably laying over rugs and pipe burning

Turning in the dry and lost hill over yonder

Opposing the wound from where wisdom does bleed

Meditate a moment and discover your day.

Eroded


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Erected in late howl

Behind where he had appeared

Unhappy forgetting

Where have I been lost?

Observation confounded by brightened sensitivity;

Oh, where to search for the lost treasures?

More than a world

Scarce are the sources of this abstract sacrament.

Its sap does flow toward the horizon,

Bursts the roots of the mount

Rotting by ignorance

And misunderstood time.

It budded and will burst,

Multiply, and devour

Softly the hours do dry.

Without the house of delights

Captivate its word tween ambient and other houses

Refuge without abandoning

Other emblems will madden and head toward the cities

Songless trees will awaken the puppets to delight

Long are always the detours of dominions of no-mans-land!Eyes are numbered

Clinging to its roads shall swim over hallucinations,

Are you mind or marbles?

I see the whistling papyrus string,

Inspiration that I no longer admire


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A humid delirious twist of fate

As a stray deadly shot

The delight is not present

Only the ghostly thread, captive as love amid hatredNo means or elaborate plans

Just sinking in abundant sands

No walkers shall appear without blindness

In white, bright-lighted minds.

FreeUntie the far away charm

In ancient face

Young as the dew in childrens souls

Sincere seed of grace

Tears of sublime intensity do flood

The colors of illusionFortune plants deep precision in the murals of the heart

Open hands, song of harmony

And genuine joy

Stellar magic, millenary beyond

Life does knit answers to the troubles youve found

Searching, waiting, floating

Tend oneself on fertile fields of gold

To engender ones perfection

In idle sights to behold.

The regions of lightning

How bright is melted joy!

Running through crystal caverns


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A stroll through other realitys realms

Its here and its now!

And panic is steps closer every hour

How beautiful yet bizarre

This subtle presenceA web spread so far

Take one look and be stoned to death!

The emptiness did invade the springtime

A kiss

Nameless energy

Through music did the rainbow return

There at the beginning

Kingdom of abundance and rejoicing

The spirit does shine in the heart

As the moon on the suns dreams

Dance, for youre alive

May no one take your calm

Awaken!Journey far to the heights so you can breathe!

And savor the void reflected after sound

The ears of silence

Rays of inspiration

Returning to the old road made anew in ecstasy

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare

HareHare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare!

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