by Azly Rahman
T'is conjunction Beast nor Beauty
But thoughts herein to tame those who have been angry
For anger is Fire of tender Desire
To be molded with clay -- to our Heart's Desire
The Beast is still a Beast within
The Beast speaks in quatrains
Whilst meditating in front of an Approaching A-Train!
A minute is similar to a thousand years
To hand a keys to Beasts who desire
Drink let us all -- from a crater of prohibited as well as cold
To reach a Heaven, from stories usually we were told
Drink-- while we discuss upon chromosomes
Twenty plus THREE a span -- all emotional to come home
The wind is similar to a Tempest's Ariel
High speed entrance of a Angel Gabriel
From seventh heaven a harmony cometh
Scent of a One who reigns in a place
filled with Love as well as Warmth
Sing my love sing
So that we may find what is missing
Ecstasy is a meadow in this idea-scape of cybernetic philosophy
Where a King reigns in undiluted harmony
Many hath journeyed as well as not come back
Scattered all over have been multi-colored brand-named backpacks
But i am as well in a timberland as well as ocean floor
Living amongst myth, legends, as well as folklore
Worship, my Love worship
But not tongue-tied walls nor idols nor structures one reached through hardships
But speak thee with a Messengers entire
From emergence to dusk as well as night when souls have been in slumber
Every in. of me embalmed in a computer diskette?
Like bones as well as pith laid to rest in a rotting cascade?
The lightness of being is a state of Heaven's gate
No -- no -- not NIKE shoes nor Californian suiciders of Heaven's Gate
Wind -- we thank thee for interlude by
Come back to me, for some-more questions souls will live by
See me in my office -- in between nine to five
All ten of we angels -- not a eleventh we banished whose union! we deni ed
Origin matters
Origin matters
Else in hold up we will have metaphysical stutters
! Tell me of a curse, my changed Love
I will send we a square of my Love which will have it run wild
O' Love
What hath been wrong with a approach of a world
Forked tongue group in long flowing robe
as well as women treated with colour similar to hot-fudged swirls
My Love, if we cannot mount if this happens again
Sit still as well as meditate
to uncover this mystery come snowstorms as well as rains of sand again
Love,
I am no beauty
Nor light in a dead as well as still of a night
But one who taught Alexandra how most to conquer
as well as if Might is Right
Many eyes have been sore
diseased from as well most of blinding light
O' Love
Tears of sadness flow down my cheek
Waiting for a seekers of Love --
a young
a old
a oppressed
a meek
News as well as views hath been sent aplenty
Yet usually a couple of will lapse to serve
in this here-and-now Reality
May a force-- my Love
May a force --- be with you
This long knife we give to we is not brand new
Pass'd down from Sir Gawain
a immature knight he slained
This long knife will split open a seven heavens
with one strike so light
Engraved on this long knife have been so verses
so Right
so Mighty Right
this word-- from a Beloved
we will treasure till Death invites me in reserve ---
Go onward in peace-- my Love.
We shall meet again-- as well as become One.
Courtesy of Bonology.com Politically Incorrect Buzz & Buzz
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