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Parallel Webs

Parallels irresistibly singular
shielding incarnate minds
journeying on voyages
across through medium time.

Vortex perishing
flesh embodiment enfolds encases
pilgrims magnetically trapped
in drama deifying living lives.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Stranger

It was on Queen Street
Auckland, we mystically met.
I hurried past up hill
to swiftly change in hotel room.
I felt presence reach
out, as I rapidly pasted.
I stopped; to glance around.
What had arrested motion?

This unknown man would be
singular alone anywhere.
We looked searching out secrets
deep within each others eyes.
Dressed he was in shielding travel stained
clothes of youth's pilgrims who travel.
Seeking an answer to impelling souls.
Moths ever magnetically magically drawn on.

It was on Queen Street, in my beloved Auckland,
in Aotearoa New Zealand, we mystically met.
Late, I hurried past, up hill,
to swiftly change in hotel room.
For chance meeting, finding a friend,
just earlier arrived from home.
Meant night out about town, companionship,
catch-up conversation, at hastily arranged dinner.

I felt previously unencountered presence,
reach out; as I rapidly pasted.
I stopped; to searchingly; glance around.
What had arrested time pressed motion?
Saw a solitary figure, sitting alone,
upon a particularly, insignificant park bench.
Seconds taken, seize, reclaim reality,
readjust, focus. Was drawn impulsively near.

This apparently normal, at surface appearance,
unknown man; would be; singular; alone; anywhere.
We looked, searching out secrets, deep
within each others prophetic mirror eyes.
Parallels ran a similar, disturbing, mutable course.
Haunting pain was preternaturally echoed. Spirit evasively
painstakingly broken. Need heightens twin souled fleeting
communion comfort. Mind knew. Hoped for mesmeric love.
Dressed he was in typical shielding travel stained
clothes of youth's pilgrims who progressively travel.
Seeking an answer to scented balm impelling souls.
Moths ever magnetically irrevocably drawn on.
Into distant heartfelt healing hellebore future.
Excommunicating shadow. Vortex beginning. Perishing.
Seldom finding edification; release; unless extrajudical;
ecliptic; ecclesiastical time be met. And then he spoke.

'Tel Aviv is much as here.
The hills the city.
The people beneath culture.
It is different.
But it is. The same.
I was thinking that.
Two alien peopled cities
linked in swaddled spirit.'

It was on Queen Street.
While I swiftly hurried past.
Against incumbent delaying gradient,
towards my hotel. The Railton.
Which silently slowly purgatively reached out.
As artful protean angel did. To creature comfort me.
In isolation a glow an afterglow
a warmth still awakened lasts.

The Railton still preserves
the sojourn spiritual prayer.
For the silent stranger
within our welcoming gates.
The lantern glow still comforting
glow of warmth still lasts.
Lantern lit for homeless wanderers
a glow a warmth still lasts.

A Hotel With Heart
In The Heart Of The City.
Impotent To Perceive
He Who Silently Slipped Past.
Casting dissimilar disembodied shadow
across threshold of commercial hearth.
Encloaked encompassed in unfelt folds;
vibrant verse, unknown, passively passed.

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Aotearoa The Land Of The Long White Cloud.
preternatural [med. L. praeternätürälis (1255 Albertus Magnus.
Metaph.II. xi) f. L. phr. praeter nätüram] Beyond, surpassing, or differing
from what is natural; out of the regular course of nature, not normal or
natural.
mesmerism [F.A. Mesmer (1733-1815) , Ger. physician] The art or power of inducing an abnormal state of the nervous system, in which the will of the
patient is controlled; the hypnotic state so induced. mesmeric, mesmerist,
mesmerize.
hellebore [Gr. helleboros] A plant, the Christmas rose; a plant
supposed by the ancients to be a cure for insanity.
extrajudical [f. L. exträ, beyond, from outside + jüdïci-um, judgement
+ -al] Taking place outside the court, not legally authorized; outside the
ordinary course of law or justice.
purgation [O.F. purgacion (12th c. in Hatz.-Darn.) L. purgätiön-em, of
action from purgäre to purge] The cleaning away of impurities; the cleansing
of anything from impure or extraneous matter. Act of purging, purification;
act of clearing oneself by oath or ordeal.
protean [Proteus A Greek deity who could change his shape] Readily
assuming different shapes or aspects; changeable.
sojourn [O.F. sojourner] To stay (in, among) temporarily.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Medium

Medium, medium.
Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew,
And I think about the amount of the sweet,
Id like to have in my cup today.
One for the two lump, three lump, four.
No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
Id like a medium blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Dinner time just rolls around,
And I think I crave a steak but,
Im not too partial to the meat,
When its cooked too long and Im made to wait.
Not too much of the parsony,
And just enough of the spice.
I think Id enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. just a medium. medium.
? ? ? and I smell the pits but ? ? ? ? ? .
I couldve sworn a ? ? ? last week and scrubbed like ? ? ? .
I like to stink just a little bit,
Just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think,
That you smell like a rose.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. medium. medium.

song performed by by Incubus
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Drowning

Everything is so complex
Everyday is like a test full of opsticals
That almost seem impossible

And I'm thinking just another breath not a minute left.
How long have I been drinking?

Pass the glass pint hit the flash light now break it.
People say I'm a star but I still think ill never make it.

And I'm thinking just another prayer not a second left.
I feel there's something missing

Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers I see go around me.
Am I drowning?
Am I fading away?
OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?

I've been to hell and back looking for the answers to life.
Looking at myself trying to get things right.

And I'm feeling just another breath not a minute left.
I feel the darkness lifting.

There was a time
That I questioned if Id ever be alright.
Running getting high staying trapped by sleepless nights.

And I'm thinking just another breath not a minute left.
I feel there's something missing.

I'm running from myself and all the things I don't like.
Living every night like it's the last night.

And I'm thinking just another prayer not a second left.
I need to stop resisting.

Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers I see go around me.
Am I drowning?
Am I fading away?
OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?

Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.

Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.

Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.

Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.

Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?

Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers I see go around me.
Am I drowning?
Am I fading away?
OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?

Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.

Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.

song performed by by Crazy Town
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Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

Anonymous submission.

poem by Charles Bukowski
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Your Scent

Your scent encases me
My second skin
It permeates everything
All at once satiating
While leaving me hungering for more
Leaving me open
Right down to my very core

Your scent encases me
Driving out the demons of memory
For new paths to be formed
Along their wake
Cementing new paintings in place
Ignoring the gossamer wings of time
So easily torn

Your scent encases me
My every breath waiting
To be set free
Time obliging, abiding
My whim
To be within your breath
Within your arms
Surrounded by the trail of your secret, your soul

Your scent encases me
Holding fast their silken bonds
And, oh rapture
To be held by such luxurious tethers
Held fast to your lust, your need
Only matched by the flames within my breast
The fires that only moments ago were mere embers
Slowly, your breath on my skin, your scent in my hair, come to life

Your scent encases me
I am left in darkness
No light does penetrate
My only salvation, your whispered words
I follow those sounds, those wisps of pure lust
My every breath taking in sweet passion
Your passion, my passion, our passion, as one we are once more.

poem by Joy Vanderhelm
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Pastime Paradise

Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Theyve been wasting most their time
Glorifying days long gone behind
Theyve been wasting most their days
In remembrance of ignorance oldest praise
Tell me who of them will come to be
How many of them are you and me
Dissipation
Race relations
Consolation
Segregation
Dispensation
Isolation
Exploitation
Mutilation
Mutations
Miscreation
Confirmation...to the evils of the world
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
Theyve been looking in their minds
For the day that sorrows gone from time
They keep telling of the day
When the savior of love will come to stay
Tell me who of them will come to be
How many of them are you and me
Proclamation
Of race relations
Consolation
Integretion
Verification
Of revelations
Acclamation
World salvation
Vibrations
Stimulation
Confirmation...to the peace of the world
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
Weve been spending too much of our lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Lets start living our lives
Living for the future paradise
Praise to our lives
Living for the future paradise
Shame to anyones lives
Living in the pastime paradise

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Midnight on the Great Western

In the third-class seat sat the journeying boy,
And the roof-lamp's oily flame
Played down on his listless form and face,
Bewrapt past knowing to what he was going,
Or whence he came.

In the band of his hat the journeying boy
Had a ticket stuck; and a string
Around his neck bore the key of his box,
That twinkled gleams of the lamp's sad beams
Like a living thing.

What past can be yours, O journeying boy
Towards a world uknown,
Who calmly, as if incurious quite
On all at stake, can undertake
This plunge alone?

Knows your soul a sphere, O journeying boy,
Our rude realms far above,
Whence with spacious vision you mark and mete
This region of sin that you find you in,
But are not of?

poem by Thomas Hardy
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You've Hit Me With Your Karma

I can't get myself away!
Whatever I do or say...
It's you!
Who gets me with your karma.

I can't get myself away!
It's true.
And I try to hide my drama.

No...
I can't get myself away!
Whatever I do or say...
It's you!
Who gets me with your karma.

I can't get myself away!
It's true.
And I try to hide my drama.

You've got your hooks in me.
So deep that I can't leave...
Or plead,
'Free me let me go! '

You've got this recipe,
That feeds me all my wants and needs.
I'm crawling 'whipped' and on my knees.

I can't get myself away!
Whatever I do or say...
It's you!
Who gets me with your karma.

I can't get myself away!
It's true.
And I try to hide my drama.

Oh, oh!
Trapped in and I'm locked.
Oh, oh!
Why don't I want it to stop!
Oh, oh!
What is this that you've got?
Oh, oh...
You made it easy to be weak!

I can't get myself away!
Whatever I do or say...
It's you!
Who gets me with your karma.

I can't get myself away!
It's true.
And I try to hide my drama.

Oh, ooooh...
I'm tryin' to hide my drama.
Oh, ooooh...
But you've hit me with your karma!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Here I Am

Had walked the path
Had climbed this rocky mountain
Had done with boulders
Had done with thorn pricks

Here I am on my knees

Up the stars twinkle
Up the moon gives a wink
Up the clouds clear, feathery soft
Up my arms in supplication

Here I am in between peak and sky

Voyages were done
Voyages of a lonely soul seeking
Voyages of time and space clouded
Voyages where tunnel lights dimmed

Here I am in peak and a cliff dead bones below!

God here
God there
God for peace
God of fate

Here I am your timely message I trumpet

Here my little wings will do
Here my blood vessels will do
Here my Trumpet will do
Here my soul will fly and call for wisdom

Here at the peak I am yours as made be!

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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All The Pilgrims

All those married shall cheer and stride
Like the marchers of religion and gain.
Silent worshippers are like pilgrims of the night,
They never whisper or stride wrongfully
And objectionably, merely they strive.
No mind is against the pilgrims of the night
Who are not beggars of the light,
Who are some of us as well,
Who let pilgrimage be like a journey of choice
That man suffers for woman and child.
Anything in the light of the book of God
Shall be with pilgrims of choice,
Their minds are set upon life of the world beyond.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Mother

Is becoming
A mother,
Selfish or
Selfless?

Selflessness
Is the way
In which
You serve
Your child.
Duty comes
First. Served
With love.

Selfishness
Is when you
Want to have
The pleasure
Of becoming
A mother,
Despite knowing
That this world is
Full of suffering,
Yet you want
To usher in…
Another human
Being who also
Gets trapped -
In this vortex of
Diurnal living…

(Poem themed on Self)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Freezing Torment

Peaceful mission thru the air
Suddenly caught unaware
Panic rises, lives in despair
Fasten the seat belts, praying to survive
All the memories of their lives
Flashes thru their minds
As the emergency landing is occurring at the time
To the cold, white deserted ground
Shock occurs in the violent crash
It's a morbid nightmare
Bodies torn to an unnatural position
Mutilated until unrecognizable form
[Lead]
Survivors trapped, afflicted pain
Of body and mind, screaming for help
Undergoing tremendous feelings of death
Agony
Misfortune
Misery
Tragedy
Torment
It all adds to an unpleasant destiny
Famish
Extreme hunger
Nourishment supplies ran out
Organism weakens each moment
Cannibalistic action the only way
[Lead]
Crying to god for forgiveness
As the slices of flesh are being devoured
From the dead corpses
There's no choice
Either choose life or death
Lowering themselves to a point
They would never thought to get
A living inferno where rational thoughts became repulsive
A place where the living needed the dead
Shocked by the scars of terror
A memory that they will never forget
For the victims of the freezing torment

song performed by by Incubus
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Trapped In A Box

Trapped in a box of tremendous size
It distorts my vision, it closes my eyes
Attracts filthy flies and pollutes in the skies
Sucks up our lives and proliferates lies
Trapped in a box
Trapped in a box, four walls as sky
Got a screen for a window about two feet wide
My mind rides and slides as my circuits are fried
No room for thought, use the box as my guide
Trapped in a box
Trapped in a box
Watch the world as it flocks
To lifes paradox
Were all trapped in a box
Trapped in a box Im not alone
I know of others with a box as their home
Light only enters from a crack or a hole
This is not enough for a human to grow
Trapped in a box
Chorus: always wanting a different view
Instant gratification for you
Reality gone in a single click
Just hope that that switch wont stick
Trapped in a box my life becomes void
All I thought for myself is now destroyed
Controlling my mind, what to eat, what to buy
Sublinal rules: how to live, how to die
Trapped in a box

song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Masked

The skin is just a mask of flesh and bones
To be judged by its color of the outer look
Naked eyes can measure forms and hones
But blind to the soul living within this look

A smile can pretend to mask pain and sorrow
But it can capture and tame a genuine friend
To eye of one's image from head down to toe
It's as silly as a mindful-tongue that's unkind

A mirror can replicate the truest picture of us
But too mute to speak of what's hidden behind
Expensive clothes worn to cover a hairy ass
Serve same purpose as of that second hand

A blanket may hold us from cold in winter time
In a house, small or big, shielding us from rain
But what is a home if ugly souls are living in
To torment a mind to spawn again and again

Fresh apples sometimes need to be cut in piece
For these are always not as good as they seem
Same as humans' characters hidden in their flesh
Like worms swallowing that stupid pride in shame

poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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The Cross is the approbation of our existence, not in words, but in an act so completely radical that it caused God to become flesh and pierced this flesh to the quick; that, to God, it was worth the death of his incarnate Son.

quote by Joseph Ratzinger
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Song: On Borrowed Time

We're all living on borrowed time,
Near the brooding sea and brine.
And we grow our primate's spine,
In every clime.

Since we crawled out from 'neath the grime,
And evolved to a species – prime.
We've been living on borrowed time,
On borrowed time.

On borrowed time. We feed and dine.
On borrowed time. In swill like swine.
On borrowed time. We sup our wine.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!

On borrowed time. In slow decline.
On borrowed time. No season shines.
On borrowed time. No reason rhymes.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!

We're all living on borrowed time,
Acting out our roles in mime,
As if you cannot tell that I'm confused.
We're all living on borrowed time,
And we're captured hook and line.
Enraptured lives entwine as minds unloose.

On borrowed time, by frantic chime,
Of doomsday clocks and scam sub-prime.
On borrowed time, we count the dime.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!

From that day of Eve's droll crime,
When dull Adam su*ked the lime,
We've been living on borrowed time,
On borrowed time.

On borrowed time. By dread defined.
On borrowed time. Knee-deep in slime.
On borrowed time. We moan and whine.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!

On borrowed time. To heights sublime.
On borrowed time. Statistics climb.
On borrowed time. Who reads the signs?
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!

poem by David SmithWhite
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How We Learned Our Lessons

Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.

And we understood each one of them.
With our minds, eyes and ears opened.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.

Through the acceptance and loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the giving of respect,
We ourselves sometimes did not get!
That's how we learned our lessons.

And even though our steps made forward...
Were made to believe by others as limited.
And sometimes we wept and knew this was negative.
It was through the acceptance of who we were,
And loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.

And the parents we loved and had,
Did not brag about their college degrees!
Or 'things' with them we could buy to achieve...
To succeed in the repossessing of our minds,
Some permit an entry for this to be done!

They were with us all the time,
Telling us we could accomplish anything!
And could prove that too to ourselves and anyone.
'Whatever' it was we chose in our lives to do.
And working hard we did...
To pursue.

Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.

Dedicated to:
Andrea ('Mimmie') , Tammy and Lisa
My sisters.

'Love you for your 'gifts' given...
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
And Lawrence Pertillar, Sr.'
Our Parents.

~lsp~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Is Incarnate In Us

How can God
in complexity infinity
touch man humankind?

God is
reaching out to us
coming to us;
incarnate in flesh in us.

Born of a virgin
atonement of sin
through Jesus all win;
in his death reconciliation.

God is enthroned in destination heaven.
Jesus is sitting on the right hand of God.
Holy Spirit is liberating seeking earth souls.

How can God
in complexity infinity
touch man?

God is reaching out to us
coming to us
incarnate in flesh in us.

Born of a virgin
atonement of sin
through Jesus win;
a messiah physical divine.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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There is always drama and there will always be drama, but its the way its presented in my head that makes it so interesting. Everyone gets their time in the middle of the drama.

quote by Josh Schwartz
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What We Should Have Forgotten

there is a spider
in the vortex of
my mind

it dwells there
and every
day and every night
it is weaving

from its mouth
its food
its choice of words
a house
of poems

a kingdom
of images
where i shall live
where you shall
read
where you can become
another
figment of
some imaginations

there is another spider
in the vortex of your
mind
that weaves that hunger
that thirst
that longing
that feeling of imperfection

its moving
like a pendulum
it is revolving like a planet
to an eternal
circumlocution

these are the spiders in our
minds
that make us
all
human
always missing something
always remembering
what we should have forgotten.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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