Mysterious and majestic mountains, mellow as gold,
At the sun soaked summits, sweeping clouds enfold,
Basking in brilliant beauty, beneath a boundless blue,
Welcoming willing wonder, while ages wandered by you.
Picturesque, predominant, and so pleasingly permanent,
Enormous, exotic, exhilarating, exalted time testament!
Inspiring imaginative, impassioned, illimitable dreams,
Like the lovely lazy ones, of moonlit lustrous gleams.
......
Prided on patience,
I wait and watch the world around me,
Cocooned, concealed, keeping countenance.
Wings full-grown, but folded.
Eyes, mind, sharp but blinded.
All attempts to emerge, impeded.
Restrained by ripples of racing rain,
Suppressed by sight of spying sparrows,
Until at last, clear day.
......
WHEN RELIGION BECOMES
YOUR OPIUM
When religion becomes your
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn
to mosque then lie in fever flu
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices cringing crying
......
Over omnious oxenwoods
Ottoman overruled on,
Overcoming otherworldly overlords
Of outstanding overpowered omnisciency,
On oath of our ongoingness
Oggy out of our overlords
Outsmarted omniscient otherworldly overlords
Let the loyal love of the Lord, lift you up latterly;
Belief in God binds the blissfully blessed to my bosom.
My merciful mighty Father, has many mellow mystic mansions;
I wouldn't have withheld such wondrous words of wisdom.
I am parting to prepare a plummy paradisiac place for you;
But I will be back to bring you to beauty's birthplace,
And we'll always abide in, abounding and ageless love after.
You naturally know the novel, noble neighborhood I go to now.
WHEN RELIGION BECOMES
YOUR OPIUM
When religion becomes your
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn
to mosque then lie in fever flu
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices cringing crying
......
Over omnious oxenwoods
Ottoman overruled on,
Overcoming otherworldly overlords
Of outstanding overpowered omnisciency,
On oath of our ongoingness
Oggy out of our overlords
Outsmarted omniscient otherworldly overlords
Prided on patience,
I wait and watch the world around me,
Cocooned, concealed, keeping countenance.
Wings full-grown, but folded.
Eyes, mind, sharp but blinded.
All attempts to emerge, impeded.
Restrained by ripples of racing rain,
Suppressed by sight of spying sparrows,
Until at last, clear day.
......
a ballad
a beacon
luring little lullaby
lurking
sneaky siren;
majestic muse
gleaming, glistening, glowing
comforted by my night’s guide
swimming softly
paddling, rowing, plowing
......
Deep purple passion, green garden glory, with a scent remarkably rich,
Like the haunting, full October moon, that hardly ever fails to bewitch!
Lilac lovely, violet and voluptuous, in gilt daytime, and evening's ease,
When soon cosmic skies are colored, like rubies, cardinals and cherries.
Admired like amethysts, or glistening grapes, or plump, plentiful plums,
Or like beauty marching down every lane, to a beating of festal drums!
Lilac like lavender, spreading redolent secrets, over scenic, sunlit miles,
Until sangria nights of fuchsia fervor, and fiery, shooting star projectiles.