Trigovudd T'halimund
Bluelighter
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some poems from my upcoming poetry book
Sense and Nonsense
Liquidity is form we spill
And flow a quiet river
Cannot be stopped by fallen
Rocks of sense or nonsense
Everything and nothing decided
When one dares distort the universe for his welfare
Or allows his distress for the order of the universe
Starts wandering off the path
Content with what had developed
In miscalculated lament
The fall is really inevitable
In distortion of sense
A door opens in the sun
To greet impulses from chiming planets imploding
And wild feedback from comets exploding from course
A door closes in the sun
And the sun becomes complete
When reality is bent to will
Sense is born from nonsense
And there always will be time
To mould a mask to meet the masks
We meet in nonsense
Or sense in chaos of violated principles
Shattering our sense
Of ourselves
And finally find order in
Apparent chaos
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Voice
Pick me up and lift me above
High above it all, life itself
Morph me into the path
Just below the crimson skies
To reach the path’s end
Strip me of all my rags
Pass me through tremors
And make me glow and glimmer
Shake me to the essence
Shake me and watch me glow
Cleanse me of all contempt
For all conceited words
Must ignore the blind
The scrolls will soon be gone
And time unnecessary will pass
A burden on all life denied
Foundations of fraud will shatter
Under the wisdom we attain
As below so above and
Beyond.
Drawings in sand
Carvings in stone
Dusty maps to the unknown
And temper left far behind
We grow old before our time
To enter in sacred silence
Comprehend. Why?
Rituals of initiation long forgotten
Symbiotic relations sanctioned
Worldless in a lost world
Our selves will never meet
And what is unity is simple
Annihilation, eradication, war
An end to the sacrificial goat
And tie not the hands which
Hold these intertwined veins
Become smoke and stone and
Discover through the pains we learn
And them, walking, treading
In vain, empty shells
Swirled, blown, tossed about
By raging desert winds
Into the nearest vortex
Still eyeless
While rivers drawn from saffron
Hills to seas that swell and boil
Below a bleeding moon
The burden lifted high, precisely
Off of life of man seen pure
And cleansed.
Silence…
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Caravan
Observe existence confined in necessity
Fragile dreams grip a soul
In a stench of arrogant knowledge
Unknown burning impulses accepted
And shallow waters left far behind
A face imprinted in the sand
Caravan swirled about in a storm
Of emotions will find serenity in
Each heartbeat is a pulse of eternity
In a complex thought that is the universe
In a laceration in the fabric of reality
And for one instant of infinity
I cease to exist
And I am then
This
Is necessary.
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_soiL_
Nailed inside mouth of mind
Masticate esculent disembodied eyes beneath the trees
Insular service of public denial, never between the lines
Obedience of arrogance
Step outside imposed self, a frozen hourglass
Mutilate the solipsists in dismay
Decomposed resistance futile
Focusing on release, waking let go
Emptiness through me
Beyond enthrallment fragile
Wings flapping, caressed by angel woman
Awareness, a rare gift of this life
The sickness they aspire to heal
Shackles of time sundered
Peeling off the mask of fallen
Behold what lurks, sleeping, beneath
Open the valve, lift the filter screen
Feel the unfolding, mysteries inside of me
Feel the unfolding, mysteries inside of me
Devour molten breathing images in shards of reality
A smell of high winds, a hint of tribal music
The throbbing womb opening, memories of memories
From the past, no longer exists
Withering, molten
Re-sculptured in warmth, blistering, shattered mold, new me
Soil my color, face, had been was me
Within the truth, coming through, beyond the door,
The earth swallows, embrace, sever me
A boy cradled in grass, the seed of storms
Lost in the River of Dream
Wondering, wandering down and
Back crashing to the shore
Run around and get to me
And inside and go through me
Sever in me oozing through
Figures melting scorching cleansing
Enter the pandemonium of raging flora untamed
Shrieking and warping. Mind. Soil.
Somber forest trails to the glimmering Meadow of Life
Vibrations ringing revolving atoms
Screaming noise, feedback in silence
Feel them unfolding, mysteries inside of me
Feel them unfolding, mysteries inside of me
Re-born through nothing, a big empty
Shifting and re-positioning, disassembled to hypostasis
From self introspective to self boundless, insubstantial
Going berserk outwards and beyond
To stillness within I resurgent to
Subtle sense in throbbing nonsense
Duality in unity. Mind. Soil.
Everything. Nothing
Where there and nowhere
Here now and forever
One eye. No I.
Know. Soil. Sail. Through
To the Sea of Nothing
some poems from my upcoming poetry book
Sense and Nonsense
Liquidity is form we spill
And flow a quiet river
Cannot be stopped by fallen
Rocks of sense or nonsense
Everything and nothing decided
When one dares distort the universe for his welfare
Or allows his distress for the order of the universe
Starts wandering off the path
Content with what had developed
In miscalculated lament
The fall is really inevitable
In distortion of sense
A door opens in the sun
To greet impulses from chiming planets imploding
And wild feedback from comets exploding from course
A door closes in the sun
And the sun becomes complete
When reality is bent to will
Sense is born from nonsense
And there always will be time
To mould a mask to meet the masks
We meet in nonsense
Or sense in chaos of violated principles
Shattering our sense
Of ourselves
And finally find order in
Apparent chaos
-------------------------------------------------
Voice
Pick me up and lift me above
High above it all, life itself
Morph me into the path
Just below the crimson skies
To reach the path’s end
Strip me of all my rags
Pass me through tremors
And make me glow and glimmer
Shake me to the essence
Shake me and watch me glow
Cleanse me of all contempt
For all conceited words
Must ignore the blind
The scrolls will soon be gone
And time unnecessary will pass
A burden on all life denied
Foundations of fraud will shatter
Under the wisdom we attain
As below so above and
Beyond.
Drawings in sand
Carvings in stone
Dusty maps to the unknown
And temper left far behind
We grow old before our time
To enter in sacred silence
Comprehend. Why?
Rituals of initiation long forgotten
Symbiotic relations sanctioned
Worldless in a lost world
Our selves will never meet
And what is unity is simple
Annihilation, eradication, war
An end to the sacrificial goat
And tie not the hands which
Hold these intertwined veins
Become smoke and stone and
Discover through the pains we learn
And them, walking, treading
In vain, empty shells
Swirled, blown, tossed about
By raging desert winds
Into the nearest vortex
Still eyeless
While rivers drawn from saffron
Hills to seas that swell and boil
Below a bleeding moon
The burden lifted high, precisely
Off of life of man seen pure
And cleansed.
Silence…
-------------------------------------------------
Caravan
Observe existence confined in necessity
Fragile dreams grip a soul
In a stench of arrogant knowledge
Unknown burning impulses accepted
And shallow waters left far behind
A face imprinted in the sand
Caravan swirled about in a storm
Of emotions will find serenity in
Each heartbeat is a pulse of eternity
In a complex thought that is the universe
In a laceration in the fabric of reality
And for one instant of infinity
I cease to exist
And I am then
This
Is necessary.
-------------------------------------------------
_soiL_
Nailed inside mouth of mind
Masticate esculent disembodied eyes beneath the trees
Insular service of public denial, never between the lines
Obedience of arrogance
Step outside imposed self, a frozen hourglass
Mutilate the solipsists in dismay
Decomposed resistance futile
Focusing on release, waking let go
Emptiness through me
Beyond enthrallment fragile
Wings flapping, caressed by angel woman
Awareness, a rare gift of this life
The sickness they aspire to heal
Shackles of time sundered
Peeling off the mask of fallen
Behold what lurks, sleeping, beneath
Open the valve, lift the filter screen
Feel the unfolding, mysteries inside of me
Feel the unfolding, mysteries inside of me
Devour molten breathing images in shards of reality
A smell of high winds, a hint of tribal music
The throbbing womb opening, memories of memories
From the past, no longer exists
Withering, molten
Re-sculptured in warmth, blistering, shattered mold, new me
Soil my color, face, had been was me
Within the truth, coming through, beyond the door,
The earth swallows, embrace, sever me
A boy cradled in grass, the seed of storms
Lost in the River of Dream
Wondering, wandering down and
Back crashing to the shore
Run around and get to me
And inside and go through me
Sever in me oozing through
Figures melting scorching cleansing
Enter the pandemonium of raging flora untamed
Shrieking and warping. Mind. Soil.
Somber forest trails to the glimmering Meadow of Life
Vibrations ringing revolving atoms
Screaming noise, feedback in silence
Feel them unfolding, mysteries inside of me
Feel them unfolding, mysteries inside of me
Re-born through nothing, a big empty
Shifting and re-positioning, disassembled to hypostasis
From self introspective to self boundless, insubstantial
Going berserk outwards and beyond
To stillness within I resurgent to
Subtle sense in throbbing nonsense
Duality in unity. Mind. Soil.
Everything. Nothing
Where there and nowhere
Here now and forever
One eye. No I.
Know. Soil. Sail. Through
To the Sea of Nothing
