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…
‘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
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!
“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 NOWhere Man
NOWhere is where I am…
Beneath stars and distant quasars!
In conjunction my soul, with the moon in full bloom!
Reflecting sun, at zero degree capricorn…
Self-concealing I am!
By sealing of the lips to self-eclipse!
Cloaked in the color of meandering winds,
By wearing silence over my skin…
O I’m losing sin! I’m losing sin…
For I’ve crossed the bridge to “NOWhere”
Treading the path outside human mind,
outside of space and time…
Unfaithful to “The known” can you understand?
For though vertically I stand;
horizontally I’m dancing…
Making love to my mistress clandestine!
Aaah yes… “Mystery” is the name of she…
Enchanting, unveiling, revealing
And yet; so blinding she can be…
Worthless becomes the eyes of thee…They cannot see!
Yet, torch-less remain the hands of me…
As I walk humble, with stumbles… Both hands ever hollow…
Staggering blackness of her mystifying soul,
Transforming my ears into zealous sunflowers…
Glued to my gut as my internal sun,
Probing her skin with luminous hands,
Illuminating path of mystical sands,
pre-written upon pages of my DNA strands…
“Alone is how I walk the sacred path that is narrow
No one to lean on, but shoulders of my own shadow… “
“Alone is how I walk the sacred path that is narrow
No one to lean on, but shoulders of my own shadow… “
Written:2012
