A Psychedelic God - A Thank You Note
The drift of a percussion nib
A mental voyager, a bohemian cosmonaut
Exploring uncharted frontiers of the whimsical mind
In the vastness, the infinitude of galactic spaces
Perforating ingenious black holes
Chutes of inspiration, free falling to the plea of gravities
As the wandering mind chisels on stone paper
Its journeys and treks, legendary tales exuding the essence
Of an overgenerous chimera, surpassing sight's farthest prophecies
Cerebral odysseys transcending mythical epics, medieval folklore
To capture the nomadic spirit, yet the exemplary purity
Of the suppleness of creation, masterminded
By another horizon-less wayfarer, an apical journeyman
A celestial potter, nom de plume ‘Lord the creator'
As a humble poet parts with a thanksgiving note
For the gift of a boundless providence, to sketch his own tale of fatum
As he tributes the imaginative force of a psychedelic God
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Seafarer
Counting milestones and landmarks
Trading blows with destiny
Straddled on planks of wood
Amidst rampant storms, Cylopsian ogres of the ocean cover
Riddling life with the encroachment of labyrinths
As the mast blazes to the blitzing strikes from the breaching heavens
Entrapment of man in the doldrums of choice
Crossroads landscaped by the hands of God
As orbitals beckon for the pilgrims of the heart
Each blossoming with roses, yet scathing with thorns
The promise of spring, yet the seclusion of winter
Nomadic journeys uprooting legacies, as shores are absented
By conquistadors of fatum, Columbus's seafarers
As the sailor in you emerges to waterscape journeys of the heart
To uncharted frontiers, sea-locked lands, emerald isles
Mast sprinkled alight with St Elmo's Fire
Searching for the serenity of a Cyclopsian ataraxia
To anchor the heart on convivial shores
To hoist your heritage on permeable soil
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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God's Canvas Above
The Artist behind the canvas above, the sky's what I'm speaking of,
Stretched above so wide and blue, every day a painting brand new,
God's painting above for all to see, painted by The Lord of Eternity,
The canvas above God's Creation, visible by every man and nation.
He begins every day with the sun, The Creator's Light for everyone,
Keeping God's touch in mind, sometimes the sun He hides behind,
Those clouds, so white and full, all through The Lord's creative rule,
When the Lord does paint the sky, which is seen through every eye.
God ends each day not the same, although the clouds may remain,
As night begins He paints the sun, well over this earth's far horizon,
Turning the sky to a black canopy, to paint those stars that we see,
With the sun replaced by the moon, along with stars that are strewn.
This is just the sky above my friend, for God's Creation has no end,
It goes beyond what we can see, for God is The Creator of Eternity,
But, what God chooses to display, is a witness to all nations today,
His witness that men come to know, The Lord above all men below.
God's Creation, to all mankind, is The Creators testimony to remind,
There's a Creator beyond the sky, One, Who created both you and I,
Whose witness creates accountability, for every person that can see,
That above man there is a Creator, Who sent Christ to be our Savior.
(Copyright ©06/2012)
Rhinoceros
The clamor of shields of armor
As the quintessential knight
Of the animal kingdom
Plods on the boundless savannahs
An ungainly grace yet a ferocious roar
As twirls of fir pirouette like a feisty tornado
To capture the embodiment of her heritage
The grandeur of an indomitable horn
Standing tall on the shadow of Kilimanjaro
As fairy tales and folklore reverberate
Of the greatest of them all, the albino
The one that leaped from the heavens
To be captured by a wandering virgin
To unscramble the fallacy of a cardinal myth - the fountain of chastity
As to the beholding eye, the enigma of the celestial unicorn
Blurred in to a sprightly Rhinoceros
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Intentions~
Chimera knows about the dark side of the moon
Chimera knows many incantations
Chimera knows evil like the back of her hand
Chimera knows sadistic and savagery raise her
Chimera knows toxic pleases her
Chimera knows destruction is her favorite compulsion
Chimera knows that all the good desserts she prepares
Are best served up cold
Chimera's cheesecake is KILLER
Yes, Chimera knows
poem by Theodora Onken
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Adonis
Tormented
By one's reflection
On the placid waters of spring
As thoughts blossom in the naïve psyche
Of beauty's empowerment
As the sins of Narcissus
Cross the mythological barrier
To smear the humility of my creation
As the humble child in me flees
To capture the apical purity of Adonis
To succumb to the myth of idyllic beauty
To submerge in reveries of sight's miscreation
To worship contours and silhouettes of divine clay
Yet the clatter of a pebble on serene waters
Metamorphoses the promise of youth
To the reverberating wrinkles of age's procreation
As Methuselah emerges to remind the eloping heart
Of the mortality of physical beauty
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Creation's Demise
'Cross empty ocean of feelings aimlessly, I drift.
Canvases of my mind, sails hang slack.
Floundering, in the yen to catch
any gust, of creation's tempest.
Which, might stretch taut my canvas,
deliver me to inspiration's haven.
On the swells of thought, rising 'n' falling, I drift.
My sentinel of creativity,
scans the horizon of opportunity.
To detect any token, of that elusive species.
Poetic conception.
Faithfully, I cast forth my net of imagination.
In attempt to snare such literary prey.
With intent, to enlarge my aquarium of verse.
Time and again, yield is scarce to nil.
Still, I must persist,
lest my lust for creation.
To extinction sadly fades.
Abducted, in the undertow of failure.
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poem by Kurt Hearth
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If HE is Not Now Here, HE is Nowhere!
Wandering here and there,
Searching for beloved,
On moutain peaks,
Nature looks beautiful with green forest and meadows covered by veil of fog and mist!
Forest and meadows full of life
Looking at the mountain peak,
standing in meadow the cloud of mist,
covering it now!
For one spiritual minded,
World is felt under veil,
For materialistic mind spirit covered under veil,
Reality is under veil of mind,
Light is more deceptive,
When light passes through veil of ignorance of mind,
Creator looks like creature,
How one can believe creator,
his creation creature are one!
The belief and faith are so strong,
That even if creator comes and say,
'I am the creator',
We drag him to court,
Or show him way to asylum,
Because we are creators of our future,
never want creator to poke his nose,
When misguided mind,
Keeps on misguiding,
Misguiding its own creator!
Every flow of current,
Generate a force,
Which opposes its own origin,
So, son opposes his own father,
not knowing father, mother, son are same and one!
The one not found in me or you,
Or in the space within atom,
Or not found in beauty of nature,
Beauty of life around,
How can he be in Kashi or Jerusalem or Kaaba?
If not He can understand my song of love,
How he can understand Mantra and verses?
If he can't cross the boundary of hearts,
Man made boundaries of caste and creed,
Nation and state borders,
How can I believe, He is LORD OF UNIVERSE?
The One who is not now here is surely nowhere,
One need not find him anywhere,
If he is my true beloved,
He should be here now,
With me and all the time always!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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John of Forde, His Exculpation
What I say and what I write
may seem to you – may seem to me –
as foolishness and folly; for
I talk of boundless things, and of infinity;
which by their nature, are beyond
the human mind, the human pen;
should I then not and never speak of such?
Or are these boundless things
just what mankind should talk about –
seeking the laws of atoms, or of space, only
to find the boundlessness yet further off
than men of yesteryear believed?
and if I talk and write – beside those things
invisible as once the surface of the Moon –
then, of the boundlessness of love - which is yet bound
into Creation’s very substance – and
those other boundless things which seem to us
to be Creation's - even the Creator’s - very nature…
then my exculpation is but simply this:
the motive force for what I write,
the theme of what I write, which is
my boundless love for you, for all,
demands, must win, forgiveness
from Boundlessness itself…
there is no more, there is no less
than love, which is true boundlessness.
[adapted from Sermon 43 of John of Forde,1145-1214]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Looking For That Blackstone
the black stone is not significant
there is nothing in it that makes you be amazed
it is round and not as shiny as your gem
the diamond that glitters in your hand
the black stone when put beside
become nothing,
but it is my black stone
my silence lives there
my rage is kept there
even my love is there
how can you understand
what i am when the black stone
my essence you do not mind
it is round like the truth
it is hard and harsh like all realities
it is silent like the night
it buries itself somewhere
that place where you have never been to
it is a mere black stone
it is mine alone
i am that
black stone, but you never want to remember
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Sketchy Process.....Freeing up the spirit and mind
Its not far.....
The distance between my cranium
Right hemisphere
Two right forefingers plus solitary thumb
(Im guessing three feet)
Barring two inces
Maybe
Merely one
As I grasp tightly the lead pencil
6b to be precise
Within the mundane monotony of my charcoal mind
Why on earth
Is between that gap
Disconnection so unkind
My right side so free fall
Imaginative
Shows me something quirky
Something delightfully fun
But my left mind
Full of boring
Full of reason.....says
'Nay.... it cannot be done! '
The right retorts
'Don't be a stickler, ride waves of sheer imagination
Go whimsical one, fly free'
Do try and I do try
No idea why this battle persists in me
Maybe i should just....
Get drunk as a skunk
And let my free mind lead the way
Hopefully within the bubbles of wine illusions
For once my right hand will do as my right mind
Dictates....
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Out of Insight
Though out of sight need not be out of mind,
know chill that hoars in Winter thaws in Spring,
tide and time's flow spin slow, to loss resigned,
soul s[t]ealer must withstand the seasons' ring.
Why whisper low, so seldom secrets last,
at night we dine on stealthy shadow drift,
ambrosia - a nonpareil repast -
lifts spirit as the choicest, sweetest gift.
Such sensuality some sonnets paint,
pen on spread virgin paper tender touch, caress,
soothes mind, excites heart, grips, yet sheds constraint
while words transporting openly confess
that tears, if tears there be, are those of joy
which stream from inspiration's source sans ploy.
(22 January 2009 robi03_1845_robi03_0000 SXX_ILZ)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Ashes
Ashes
A timeless symbol
For the treaty of life
Signed by celestial nibs
The fabric of cosmos, seed of the earth
Bridged together by the conduit of existence
As vieillesse mutes the bonfires of the hearth
To expire to an exodus of the caged wind gods
Confinement of being within the walls of time
Yet man, a nomad of time, a pilgrim of fate
In the vastness of an earthly opulence, conquistadors of the heart
Gravitating to earthly chutes
As the impermanence of man is carried forth by the flux of fatum
Yet, caged by the trappings of mortality
As ashes befall to the realm of man
A requiem for the transience of humanity
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Let No Colours Run
A poem for Skylar Kendall
young fresh poet radiant
light of future potential
shines through fine words
of your vision expanding
do not be afraid to rework
your vision in a moment
of sudden inspired inspiration
do not force rush your art
observe first two painted stanzas
are applied exceptionally strong
this attests your gift brush strokes
unique insight your own mind song
be patient mix relax words thoughts
will come control let no colours run
your gift is etched in eye imagery lines
real sketch your future potential radiant
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Poet's Rant
Each page, A blank canvas
The pen, The linking brush
My hand and arm, The creators
My mind, The imaginative dreamer
The issue is the bringing about of a colorful picture
Due to my chosen art my stroking motions of pen mean nothing in poetry
The story and language of my broken thoughts
Are to converge and stick to make one solitary piece
The issue is they never stay constant or stick
Always changing by the hour of thought and emotion
The thoughts of an elusive rhyme scheme never fulfilled
So I’ll try to do the best I can with increasing practice
Practice in reading a Thesaurus perhaps?
Although for now I shall try to write elegant whimsical words
That the world seems to have forgotten n’less it is heard in a work of Shakespeare
Or in a Medieval movie
Similar to a conjured phrase such as,
My aforethought words drip from a scaly desert of a tongue of whose reading can be found in the unlockable cave known to that of this poet.
Despite its attractiveness to the eyes of a skimmer or wandering reader
Some may appreciate the sentimental phrase I made
poem by Ryan Collins
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Any one thing in the creation is sufficient to demonstrate a Providence to an humble and grateful mind.
Psalm 7
Oh Lord my God
In whom I put my trust
If you do not deliver me
I shall be trampled in the dust
Search me oh Lord
Is there any wicked way in me?
Know me in my inward parts
This is my earnest plea
And when you look inside me Lord
Its His righteousness that you see
And in the beauty of your holiness
You came and you set me free
You are my just defender Lord
You go before me in the fight
You made your arrows into fiery shafts
And your victory is a glorious sight
poem by Frank McEleny
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New Faith
Holy man open up your eyes
To the ways of the world you've been so blind
As the walls of religion come crashing down
How's the ignorance taste the second time around
Tell me how it feels knowing chaos will never end
Tell me what it's like when the celebration begins
Welcome to the horror of the revelation
Tell me what you think of your savior now
I reject all the biblical views of the truth
Dismiss it as the folklore of the times
I won't be force fed prophecies
From a book of untruths for the weakest mind
Join the new faith for the celebration
Cult of new faith fuels the devastation
Holy man come and worship me
I am all that you ever wanted to be
I'm the life of indulgence you never knew
The epitome of evil shining through
Tell me how it feels knowing chaos will never end
Tell me what it's like when the celebration begins
Welcome to the horror of the revelation
Tell me what you think of your savior now
I reject all the biblical views of the truth
Dismiss it as the folklore of the times
I won't be force fed prophecies
From a book of untruths for the weakest mind
I keep the bible in a pool of blood
So that none of its lies can affect me
This is new faith
A different way of life
Witness the shame
See for yourself the lies
I'll take the fight
Bring it every time
song performed by by Slayer from God Hates Us All
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The Writings Of A Writer
When my life is in despair
Against the wall I stand
And out the window stare
Towards the soft clouds
That seem to drift over head
Then in my mind a thought
Buds and blooms into an inspiration
My hand reaches out for papers and pen
Then as thoughts materialize in my mind
Words to describe it become frequent
Then with pen in hand and paper against the wall
I begin to describe everything my mind saw
Things of beauty, things grotesque
Moments of happiness, moments of stress
All captured within an inspiration
After a moments thought
And put down on paper
As a poem, book or a song
After it has been manipulated into shape
Within all the tenderness it can get
The format is laid out and the final closing set
(date written unknown)
poem by David Harris
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Our horizon is the creation of a noble society to which, like the medieval builder of those glorious cathedrals, you will have added your conception, your artful piece of stone.
quote by Adrienne Clarkson
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The Voyager
Now, shes touched the earth - you feel her love
Pouring down like an endless rain
Of colours on your skin
She descends out of the blue,
A breathless victor of time
After more than a million light-years preparing her comeback
And shes rushing in
From the outside
On the crest of the seventh wave
Shes the crown of creation
Creating you
The voyager!
Is here to stay
The voyager!
Shes calling all stars
The voyager!
Shes riding a rainbow
The voyager!
Gives you the kiss of life
Watch out, you cant ignore whats going on
When your visions are drying out
Like the oceans from the underworld
Dont you know!
Before you turn to stone
You better head out for a royal trip
To the ivory city-side
And shes rushing in
From the outside
On the crest of the seventh wave
Shes the crown of creation
Creating you
The voyager!
Is here to stay...
song performed by by Alphaville
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