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(Shared by the POET from his volume of poetry:-
A Lingering Fragrance – 1st Edition 2015)

Smoke swirled around your figure
Swaying like a misty wraith
Amongst the nameless crowd of souls
Dancing their Dance of Faith!

Faith in the future they believed in,
The future born in the dim past
When fought they battles, couldn’t win,
And were into Destiny’s Cauldron cast,

To flutter like trembling leaves in the wind
Frantically dancing the Dance they made
A Dance they made, to make them forget
The games of love they once had played

When into their midst, your timeless shape
Had burst in like a flash of light
Banishing the shadows, the smoke, and dark
Scattering all fear into headlong flight

And you danced the Dance of Hope
While stars sparkled in your lovely eyes
And your body sang a Song of Hope
Stilling the multitude’s hopeless cries

And they watched with riveted gaze
Your swirling limbs, your haunting face
Your radiant smile, your tossing hair
Your twinkling feet in frantic race,

And they knew you danced for me
They watched and wondered frozen in time
While your eyes saw only me
Radiating your love – true, sublime

And they knew that they had seen
Eternity in your sparkling dance
A love so true, so pure, so strong
It left them speechless and askance!

And from the mist there appeared
I, who wooed you like no man!
Took form, and swept you far away
Into the Forever Sunshine land!

If by chance I had not met you,
I would not have experienced the moment of your laughter,
I would not have caught the mystery of your discretion,
your sweet impetuosity. If by chance I had taken another path,
I would not be here with the patience of wanting to see beyond the imaginary
face I have sketched in myself.

I leave the pains of the soul on paper
The swift old pen writes the worn words
about
the other plot that is
unfolds in the novel
of a dark sky that strives to be reborn in the sunlight
of a long road that never reaches its destination
of the long row of flowers that never ends being born

There is only this form of dagger which is the tongue of the flowers that
cut the strips of ancient scrolls
And then let’s get rid of the words and the restless labyrinths
that form the dark night of becoming

conscious

of the long drops of tears falling on the paper

(Verse 1)

You shake, tremble and you quiver with fear
I’ve got hands upon you it’s the voices you hear
But relax, I’m your friend
Or you’d like to pretend
No hard feelings.

You breathe heavily and try to escape
But you know if you try then I just might end your fate
Hi I’m back with a gun
You get out, try to run
‘Til you’re bleeding.

(Chorus)

They call you the crazy guy
And I
I’m at fault.
They call you the crazy guy
And I
I’m at fault.
They call you the crazy guy
And I
I’m at fault.

I haunt your mind.
I haunt your mind.

(Verse 2)

I push you into canyons of wet
And you fall right into my dark oubliette
And you scream until there
Is a key you know where
I am hiding.

I’m out to get you, now go on and cry
But it won’t do you good, you’ll just sit there and die
I’m the mask, I’m the sword
You’re the bitch, you’re the whore
And you now have that razor in your palms, there’s no use in hiding anymore.

They call you the crazy guy
And I
I’m at fault.
They call you the crazy guy
And I
I’m at fault.
They call you the crazy guy
And I
I’m at fault.

I haunt your mind.

I walked away
My head held straight
Looking just straight ahead
Walking down my path
I didn’t look back
And walked away
As your tears fell
Right behind me
Like a rainfall
I could barely breathe before
And now I soar so high
So free and light
Away from the dark
And the toxicity
That was you.

Softly he speaks,
The voice of distance far.
A number sounds only,
For the keepers ears to hear.

Of all mankind,
Against all odds,
This time the keepers you.
Your numbers up,
Yes, it’s true,
For you are chosen by him.

He who knows best;
He who loves all,
He who calleth one by one
Calleth you.

You will be missed,
And that’s no lie.
We love you,
But he loves you more.

Gone you may be,
Like yesterday’s breeze,
A memory here for us to freeze,
A treasure to replay.

As you live among the angels,
May peace be your portion,
May your spirit flow like a stream,
Clean, clear and clutter free.

But dear Aunt don’t you worry,
I pray it is well with the lord.
For death has no boundaries,
When he calleth you.

May your gentle soul rest in
Perfect peace.
Amen.

Listening together I feel so all alone
It’s as if you are in a world of your own
The music is playing. The words they are saying. Go right past us…none of its staying with us its still just me just you. Not one but two alone together

I don’t know what to do
I reached for you. Danced with you
Then once again I lost you
To the music? To the rhymes?
To the beats that take you back in time?

I want to be what’s on your mind
I bide my time.
The music is playing the words they are saying go right past us…none of it staying
Its just me. Just you not one but two

Listening to music alone together

You don’t have to be perfect to be good.
You don’t have to be sinless to seek absolution.
You can be a sinner and still find faith.

Redemption is a concept because of transgression.
Ying is to Yang like sin is a drag to belief.
But, salvation is an outcome because of faith.

So maybe reward transcends this world.
So maybe triumph is a position beyond the mortal.
So if Jesus was humble, maybe we all can be good.

the yogacara speak
of a form of consciousness

where all the seeds
of past deeds
are deposited.

one by one these seeds
come to fruition
simultaneously

creating a person
and a private world.

a universe of closet sized cinemas
each occupied by a single person

eternally viewing a different film.

everything is of the nature of consciousness

the product of one’s own projections.

ignorance and suffering
believe the yogacara
result from feeling
the movie to be real.

Long have I searched through old things
And new things and torn things
And used things
And things of the flesh
And the sky and air
And humble beasts
And rulers of everything
And nothing in between

Where kisses lie on fabric
And passion rises out of concrete
And hate is washed in the blood
And love speaks in flowers and new seasons

And the moment when we say “ecstasy”
And submit to believe what we once did not
That all things can be beautiful
And ugly
And lost
And found
At once

That a day can mean nothing
And everything

That a hand can hold the world
And the sea
And emptiness

At once

Life can be beautiful if you let it

The ecstasy of the moment is when
You stop asking what it is
And let it bloom