Thanksgiving Meal
With infinite desires…
With e’re undying wants…
Fat grows my future,
From which today I fast!
Amongst, bloated bellies of beggars,
Full of illusionary hunger…
For what is future
If not illusion, until it’s here?
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Of the moment,
The now… The here!
My mouth it feeds!
For my belly it fills,
With e’re… Sufficing, forlorn need…
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With ghosts, shrouding webs
And skinless ashen bones,
Dead is our past…
Hence “yesterday” I defecate,
By swallowing “today”
To eat “tomorrow”
Roses And Stones
E’er I am the beautiful!
Or, the walking heinous…
An angel, or devil to the eyes of the beholder…
Who shower thee with petals of roses,
Or crush thy bones,with crashing stones!
So quietly- insouciantly I roam…
Half cloaked in midnight… Half cloaked in noon…
Upon the skin of my inherited path,
Tattooed are my footprints… stoically grey!
For neither angel nor devil, I am…
Simply a slave to my inner truth…
My footprints… Perfectly aligned,
With orbiting particles of inner light
Unseen to outer world!
Where lovers rain roses,
And haters cast, their bruising stones…
E’er I’m safe here…
Where no cheer; nor jeer shall fuel my vehicle,
For no house can be raised on shifty sands!
Hence the palate of me,
Shall remain virgin to tempting fruits,
Born of the tree… of good and evil…
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E’er I am the beautiful!
Or the walking heinous…
An angel, or devil to the eyes of the beholder…
So quietly… Insouciantly I roam…
Half cloaked in midnight-Half cloaked in noon…
Upon skin of this inherited path,
Tattooed are my footprints… Stoically grey!
Shadowed by lovers raining petals of roses,
And shadowing haters… Casting their stones…
Find Me There…
When darkness swallows the sun
And vomits the moon in full bloom…
You’ll Find me there…
Self eclipsed in velvety mist,
“Neath gossamer rays of lullabying moon
Where no longitude or latitude can guide you there…
Only silence between your atoms, can bring you here…
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So find me there… In the heart of grassy fields
‘Neath nebulae ,and spiraling clusters
Of milky way stars…
Where street lights have died
Into flickering fire flies, in luminous jars…
As the magical lanterns of congregating souls,
Whose cell phones have imploded
Into candle flame words, serenely exchanged…
Amongst hymns of choiring crickets,
Dilating doors of cryptic corridors,
Demystifying mysteries… Of cosmic infinities!
O Find me there… Where the eyes remain fettered,
To resplendence of lullabying moon,
Raising inner tides overflowing from your eyes,
As sacrificed blood of jaded souls,
Spilled upon alters of grassy earth…
For there’s no shame here…
With more grace than autumn leaf,
Your mask will fall…
As fallen facades of forlorn souls,
Coalesced into clusters of fallen stars,
Remembering- scattered fragments,
Of whom, and what we truly are…
For in sooth, we’ve completely gone astray…
We’ve completely lost our way…
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So find me there…
Self eclipsed in velvety mist,
“Neath gossamer rays of lullabying moon, in full bloom…
Where no longitude or latitude can guide you there…
Only silence between your atoms, can bring you here…
Poem by: Ramaatis Eqleqtqis
‘Neath The Black Moon
When moon has gone slumbering
With her beloved sun,
Always, we are ghostly called
By cosmic sirens, swimming in deep silence
Of the cosmic black sea, Tugging at our souls…
Beckoning us, to return home…
So here we are my love…
Twin flames of the same sun,
Resting supine on vernal grass…
‘Neath the moonless and cloudless night
Where lays my head,cradled in velvet nest
Made of thy tender breast…
Where swoons I, to ebbing motions
Of pulmonary oceans, of thy e’er fluttering lungs,
Rising and falling with melodious keys
‘Neath mellifluous fingers
Of distant pianoing stars,
Crooning our shores with haunting silence,
Of the star flecked cosmic sea…
Compelling our eyes, into bended knees…
Bowing great rivers of requiem,
To benighted, mystifying heavens…
O “We don’t belong here” you whisper to me…
I know my love… I know…
For in sooth, home… Remains in the stars…
Forbearance love… Is all we have…
As we lay here, forlorn children of the stars,
Cradled in the arms Gaia earth,
Wiping our tears with midnight breeze
‘Neath the moonless and cloudless night,
Where the eyelids of us, have quietly-sureptisiously!
Grown into lips, sucking upon the breast
Of the living cosmos… Breastfeeding milky way…
Breastfeeding milky way…
Poetry By: Ramaatis
Lost Treasure Chest
In all glorified,
celebrated tales
Of discovered treasure maps…
Leading to legendary
Sunken,or buried treasures
Upon thy shores…
Beneath thy seas!
Forsaken Remains
Thy most ancient,
Sacred of treasure maps…
Floating in the sea of wind
Guiding shipwrecked souls,
To most rewarding
Yet most illusive
Of treasure chest in the world…
The expanding
And contracting human chest,
Of thee…You, mining in the dark…
Piercing earth with might,
Picks and shovels…
Digging for priceless!
Buried inside of you…
Poem by: Ramaatis Eqleqtqis
Falling To Rise
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“Who Is God?”
Questioned the mind of a child of yester-moons,
Who needed wings, so he knitted wings
Threaded with words,
To ascend into realms of drifting clouds
Where whistling winds,
whistle the whispers of fleeting angels
Inspiring dreams of unzipping blue sky,
To see the face of immortal god
And so I flew… Spreading my wings!
Soaring beyond cumulus… Beyond stratus!
From Stratus and beyond…
But only to fall… Precipitously I fell!
Manifesting pace of falling snowflakes…
Serenading angels encompassed as I fell…
Stricken dead by lighting rays of epiphany…
Returning me home, supine on vernal grass…
Feeling high! So blissfully high!
High from genuine,more intoxicating than wine…
Closed remained the shades to windows to my soul,
Bowing cheerful tears to a mollifying breeze,
Striping me of space and confining father time,
By kissing my heart with song of distant wind chimes,
As I treaded ocean floor
of what is truth and what is not…
Bathing self in waters, of silent lucidity
Blooming out of blindness, for now I can see…
I was searching for god with ignorance of air,
Trapped in a balloon… Searching for the wind…
Which carries it…
Poem by: Ramaatis
The Perfect Lovers
The perfect lovers…
Undaunted by aloneness,
For even when alone In mind body or soul
They are crowded with sweetest of fragrance
Emanating from radiant petals of self compassion…
Whilst the mollifying arms of Self forgiveness,
Warms their bones, with fire place embraces
Thawing them of ice building fears…
Evaporating tears of megalithic regrets…
Born of self crucifying stress!
O The perfect lovers…
With ease they can mute the world
By raising volume of whistle blowing silence
Exposing internal wind chimes,
Singing wind songs of synchronicity…
Setting mood in solo candlelight dinners they hold,
Where pours their soul into glass
Stimulating their palates as sacred honey wine…
For “Self discovery” whets their appetite,
As the most exotic delectable meal
Ever served on plates tectonic…
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The perfect lovers…
Impervious to lonely nights,
For their minds kisses their soul,
With lips of sun loving the moon…
Never craving crumbs… Modicum of heavens sought…
Pseudo Love for sale, gullible souls have bought…
O no… They drown themselves in steamy
Massaging waters of self fulfilling romance,
Whilst sipping their souls for wine
And self serenading with whistle blowing silence!
Exposing subtle symphonies, in winds of synchronicity
Carrying feet of a stranger,predestined to land by their feet…
A future lover? O yes- t’is their beloved!
As cosmically promised…
A mirroring lover, reflecting self fulfilling romance,
They’ve held for eons, with oneself…
For they know… No soul can truly fall for another,
By existing outside of love… For the self…
Poem by: Ramaatis
Gullible’s Travels
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Profoundly Lost in Gullible’s travel
Spiritual giants
Suffering from lilliputian faith,
Dying from “self trust” mistrust…
Surrendering Inner power
To psyche raping devils…
Enslavers of masses
Pulling chariots of faceless masters…
Grand masters of illusion
Pulling strings of politicians…
Demagogues chosen,
Possessing callous hearts
Pumping blood half frozen!
And O how they coax-they cozen!
These usurping
Deceptive serpents
With bifurcated tongues…
Split to speak words
that split world into half!
Into worlds of haves; and have nots…
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O behold-
For with every sentence
Spilled by my quill,
Blood of my own liver I’ve spilled!
Destined for jaws of salivating vultures,
For my tongue speak fire
Off the palms of Prometheus…
Blooming human eyes out out of dark ages,
By exposing ancient “keepers of the fear”
Dark servants of Left brain hemisphere…
O Let it be known… Let it be known!
Thy left and right wing…
Are genetic wings of rising dark angel
Ascending to it’s throne,
Whilst roaming in shadows
Of modern day Rome…
Propagating wars
By verbal-EYES-ing Medusa
Upon gullible souls
Instantly frozen…
Into hearts of stone!
Poem By: Ramaatis
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