Luminescent water
Reflecting colours of tomorrow
Tells the story like tea leaves
Manifests resilient decadence
At any pace without a metric
Need to arrive at any specific
Time just when it comes
So in the interim the immeasurable
Divine mechanics cohere their
Turning and we show up
As the curtain opens in
A foretelling destiny had been
Predicting all along
© GÄ
Divine intervention
If you were able to see your
Future self would you
Be pleased of what you saw
Or would you try to pull back
From where you are now to
Better your outcome
Fear of admitting fault
Is commonplace these days
People in general seem miserable
Is there a place where
Anyone is happy on earth
People are happy to hear
From you but unlikely to
Reach out on their own
My imagination is
Running too wild
With the possibility
I saw a girl with long hair
Walking, looking down
At her phone and smiling
She’s happy in her
Own little world
But this is not some place
You can buy a ticket to
© GÄ
Emotionless
Unlike fire resolute
The suffering takes a stance
Proclaims it’s existence
I have a voice too!!
It can be cold and calculating
Sweetly and verbally skewering
Humiliating you
Dark ages are upon us
Light is inside us
Growing yet
Keeping still
Free will has had a taste
Of the reality to come
What illness breaks
Cannot be undone
As often soldiers do
We will too
Find our way
Through the chill
Breathing to fulfill
A greater home
Waking up on the other side
A promise to stay alive
Is in many of our hearts
Some are disillusioned
To absorb the truth that is
Extinguishing
Let it be said
That before we’re all dead
We have hope
We can cope
With the cold
The bleak and icy
Condemnation that bitterness
Slides around in
Holds less than half
Maybe a third
One for you
One for me
One for destined eternity
We cannot escape the glacial tide
We can remain heart open wide
The more we burn
The more we learn
But what is to be gathered
From suffering?
What is to be fathered
In a wintry spill
Of emotionless meaningless
Hurtful grief?
I find our relief
In the Mother
That has always been
In the mortal free word
Before the beginning of time
Carry us through
The sleeting cold
Armor conceived
To behold
Our destiny
© GÄ
Poétique 