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
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
My Muse: Watch The Movie!
Knight Before The Mourning
A shark infested moat
Encircles the core of you!
Hence- magically I snuck in…
In the midst of night,
Diving deep in the depths of you,
As the poetic knight… Writing this rose,
Whilst sitting beneath the roots,
Of thy sacred bronchial tree…
Amongst the whistling winds
Created by air you breath…
Where I could hear the weepings…
The sad elegiac song
Of a wounded mourning dove,
Quarantined from love…
Kept in a cage,
Where fragments of shattered trust
Encompasses it’s quivering frame,
Writhing in pain from beneath it’s blanket,
Of gossamer web…
O It’s delicate wings… So badly broken…
Brutally broken, by false promises spoken…
My god!
How long has it been my dear
since you’ve flown?
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Bits of sweet tenderness,
I tried to feed it;
But, it would not eat…
From the mouth of me!
From the gaze of me…
Nor the touch of me;
Yet, it’s shivering skin hungers and cries!
Dying, for undying love…
O! One can only wonder…
What harsh hand
Has come to blight this tender soul,
With such crippling-benighting despair?
Ay I wondered… I… The knight…
The knight before the mourning
Of a wounded dove
Crying in a cage… The confining rib cage
Of a lover who sleeps…
With a broken heart!
“Soul Whisperer”
It is with mind
Of moonlight
In cloudless night,
I penetrate worlds
with candle flame words
Hereupon I whisper…
“No matter how repulsive
Or enchanting, the outer world…
Let every step of you
Walk in the steps of you
Taken within…
Where your soul kisses thy soles…
Forsooth, more than state of being
Is the soul… It is a path!
Cradled in mist,
As the sacred tender secret
In your labyrinth, of a world…
Where feet of the wise
journey within…
To scar the outer world
With numinous footprints…
Fathoms deep!”
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©2012 RAMAATIS.COM
“We Danced”
I dreamt of us last night!
You and I… Gingerly…
Ever tenderly we danced!
Face to face, gaze upon gaze…
My lips upon yours; as thine upon mine,
Kissing-sipping each other’s souls for wine…
I can feel your silence crawling up my spine
Never we came unglued,
As we danced…Tenderly we danced,
leaving footprints on the moon…
Whilst listening to sirens, in the sea of tranquillity
Serenading ours ears, with music of the spheres
So we danced, ever closely we danced…
Leaving footprints in the sand…
O Alas the sands… Alas the snowing sands
Falling downnnnn- from the hourglass!
Reminding us love,
Our sweetest of tender moments,
Never was born to last…
Our sweetest of tender moments,
Never was born to last…
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O… I dreamt of us last night
You and I… Gingerly…
Ever tenderly we danced,
Face to face, gaze upon gaze…
Upon the eyes of thee,
Kisses rained from my lips
As Looming face of my departure,
Painted our hearts morose,
Gravitational force of our love
pulling us closer and close…
Upon my hand you placed a rose
But only for I to awaken
with bloodied palm, by it’s thorns…
O The mere scent of you,
Raised levels of inner tides
Salt water spilled my eyes,
Bleeding from the ocean…
Of subconsciousness…
©2012 RAMAATIS.COM
“What Is Death?”
What is death if not the fear
Of death itself?
Well guarded you stand,
Before the face, of mystery;
Yet mystery… Is she not the essence,
Of life itself?
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With feet above ground, you roam…
Yet buried alive beneath thy soles…
Your rotting souls!
Desperately; yet quietly… Gasping for God!
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O! What dreams have you murdered for this?
For what purpose does it serve?
Do you not know?
No dream may die without claiming the soul,
Of the dreamer himself…
He who has perished; yet his lungs still carries breath…
His words, are merely dusts
Of imploded star, that has died eons ago…
His pores secrete the stench of secret death,
Cloaked within his garment made of flesh and bone,
Clothing his winged soul,
Frozen… into solid stone!
So on to you, I say…
What is death, if not the fear of death itself?
For,
“True life can never be known,
By ”fear of the unknown”
Poem by: Ramaatis
The Dreamer
I am a dream and yet; I am the dreamer…
Dreamer of the new dream… Spawn of the new dawn!
Denizen of fearless heart… The rebel sailor,
Surfing ebb and flow of undulating life,
And her looming daunting perils…
So beyond your shore’s beloved safetynets… I cast my net!
O yes I dare to build!
For no failure my heart has ever known;
but failure of never having tried…
So among fragments of shipwrecked dreams,
And floating corpses of faith of sailors, frozen into stone…
My ship sails forward… Forward I sail on!
For last I saw, when lost at sea…
“No rising prize within your horizon”
Can regress thy whole world… Into a world that is flat!
So forward, I sail on… Piercing through the fog,
Guiding my ship beyond, the shadows of any doubt…
Keeping my sails higher, than noctilucent cloud…
My heart the looking glass, perpendicular to horizon…
My soul the guiding ghost, beckoning within the lighthouse…
Steering my ship forward… Forward I sail on!
When facing stormy waters and the mistiest of seas!
For of solid gold my fortress, has gracefully been made…
And of solid holy ghost! My foundation has been laid…
Written:2012
Poem by: Ramaatis Eqleqtqis
