POETRY






THE MISSING SOPHIIA
 
She hides, not within my words, but within me
I could cry a billion tears for she has been hidden
From our reckless hearts. Oh Mother, thy sacredness
Has been kept safe within my heart, within my mind
You left a candle burning from the edge of time.
Now the dance begins, the primal, the blood of earth.

Man forms himself with broken images of the divine

His polymorphic veils hide the weak and slowly dying
I contemplate this madness, infusing it with innocence
In my life, my Sophianic life, death seems more pleasant
Now, than it has ever been. No more screaming, crying
No more sacrifice to hidden deities of lust and lustre.

The mirror is reflecting the sacredness of natures bliss

I will miss the quaint contusions of hiding in the dark
Waiting to be found in the isolation of the illuminated soul.
I will miss the benevolent concoctions firing up my soul.
For she hides no more from my wanton exasperations
Now my search is over, now I must prepare to breathe.

I am satiated with the mystical reverence I find in thee,

Now, even more, I am humble of the earths divine milk.
It nurtures me in giving the knowledge of which I seek.
The meek will abolish the reptilian mind into the ether
As it stagnates the human creative metaphor to evolve.
So I watch with distorted vision, the treacherous attack.

The bold and the wise have been infiltrated by treachery

Their deaths are forgotten the moment they are separated
From earth into caskets of wood coated with synthetic lacquer
They will forever be separated from the divine mother soul,
Their tormented souls will burn in the hell they helped to create
Their rotting corpses will spoil the earths sacred underbelly.

So, Mother, now we have found each other, stay within me,

Give me the strength, the understanding, the knowledge to be
A seer for truth and justice, a man with an enviable purpose
As I lay buried within your fertile soil, my words will free the soul
Giving each a glimpse of the wonderment you meant to my life
Giving each the knowledge to free themselves of this treachery.

Beautiful Sophia, as my words linger in the ears of the new warriors

Burn within their hearts to forge ahead and rid them of this madness
Burn a new fire, which tantalises and strengthens us to be brave
Walk in the darkness of spirit, the light will surely find your heartbeat
Offer hymns and prayers of sanctity in rejoice that we are together
Take us to the true Godhead, so we both find the original Eden.


STAY SACRED


© David O'Brien 2011




I AM THE EAGLE


I am the Eagle flying high above you!

I look at all the pain covering your souls
I look where you have been, the blood stained hills
Covering the gracious Mother.
You have knit a shroud Out loud,
You vomit beneath your fluoridated breath  
Another hidden anguish of the trash you swallow.
Another barrage of extraneous subterfuge to decipher

I am the Eagle flying high above you!

Watching all those wounded crowns crack
Fall to the ground, beg forgiveness if you can.
I see the misdeeds you carry in your minds
I plead with all the Gods to keep you safe
From your deceptive reverence, your altered vision.
Your alters are black, stained with ubiquitous delusion.

I am the Eagle flying high above you!

I am mad as your hell.
I smell your fear here
Above the clouds, as you whisper out loud, your sins
Your lazy walks in the Sacred Gardens of Limbo
I see you prepare to bring me to my death
With your guns which puncture heavens gate
Where you will wait for eternity to enter here.

I am the Eagle flying high above you!

Envious of you, because you have access to the true garden  
Where demonic ghosts will perish in the Never Never
And you are following them. There is no real need.
The Greedy, the Gullible, the Gaunt, the Ghastly
Will vanish under the Gnostic trepidation
As our Mother Sophia is set free of all her chains.

I am the Eagle flying high above you!

You remain the same when parted from fear
You become a playful child, free of suicide
Opening wide to the beauty of who you reflect
You are dancing in the atomic playground of light
The fight has disappeared from the list of intent.
The bent, broken, battered will finally find time to heal.
I am the Eagle flying high above you!
Signaling you that the enemy has retreated  
You have defeated the illusion of chaotic fear
The queer and distorted have fled to hell
A scent of Love blankets our war torn minds
There will be no more of mediocrities blandness
There will be no more lies from the old and the wise.

I am the Eagle flying high above you!

I see all demagogues trying to infuse the soul
I see their minions when urgency has failed
I see an ageless war coming to an end
I see the scribes and poets commenting on you
I see a new library, a gift from our imagination
For reuniting in co creation the child who fled to create.

I am the Eagle flying high above you!

MY wisdom takes me into a new uncharted air
I see all sacredness humans have grieved for
I see perpetual sanctity for a thousand years
I see all of your fears perish in this new wisdom
I see the Children of Light finally reaching their end
Of a journey no other creature would DARE to own.

© David O'Brien 2011



MANDALA MAGIK


The fall to earth left me looking for you,

Again, in new dimensions with millions of souls.
Masquerading in flesh and bones.This time,
There were moments when I thought you weren't here
In the anticipation of finding you,I never gave up
In moments when sacredness abandoned me
When Godless, stood upon the hill looking down
Pointing to where you had been, a trail of gossamer
This divine intervention by angelic hierarchical souls
Churning the Love vibration into dense matter
Feeding me with your smell.
It lingers still, that smell, intoxicating me

Craving me to commit myself for Loves purpose,

Craving the obsession to transmute into passion
Craving the passion to transmute into love.
Craving the love to transmute into you.
Craving you to transmute into me
Craving me to worship the Goddess.

To you, we dream the same

Wear our love clothes the same
The same about our trip to heaven
To you, my kisses cradle your fears
Until we are free to fly from this sadness
To give this madness a home is not important.
Fly round the clouds with me sprinkling gossamer
Create rainbows together, offer love as we go
Circle the moon in the tune of heavenly Love
I feel you inside out, The way you give me you.
One In a sea of tranquility, waiting for me to lie quietly,
STILL I can’t not let you breathe, inhale love, exhale love.

Then I will dance to your renaissance, with my wings.

To the moon, I offer the reflection of man in love,
So the universe may experience my pureness.
As Goddess, you teach. Your insistency to glow.
With me, shining Collapsing in blissful momentum.
Background Goddess sings utmost praises to you.
The blue moon has been talking to me about you.

The moon said: “When you touch this woman

Give her the strength and protection she needs
As a man, dust her wings, soak them in lavender
She needs to fly into a world where she will be free
Let her weave her love through every molecule.
Let her breathe so she can inhale deeply,Bliss
Then kiss, with heavenly intent, her silken lips
I tremble, Goddess in love with mortal man.
I glance, you glance. Romance is seeping through
Carpeting the ground with the temperament of love.
No one comes close to this torrentially quiet love of ours
They bow, we bow, sublime divinity dancing in our hearts
Guiding our footsteps to the real Garden of Eden.

© David O'Brien 2011



SOLIDARITY FOR TOYS  


Pull the bullion out of the vaults.

Bathe the people in liquid sunshine
Disintegrate this unevolved synthesis.
Take us into the woods to metamorphosize.
Where the old and the wise sit together
In thought, in retrospect of their children.
They suffer only the need to infuse.
Introducing yourself to yourself, omnipotently.
Who thwarts with publicity, the egomaniac!
Who hinders the establishment, Penetrating!
Exonerating in the midst of psychic oppression.
A message in cohesive deliberation, by relinquishing.
As I let go of this subliminal castration, underwhelmed!
I overstate my importance for the very first time.
With an extended rite to judge with third eye open
A frontier left much alone. FEAR IS NOT AN OPTION!

Scratching like ghosts, nibbling on the roots of time,

This indignation gathers momentum frenetically.
Spurts of true freedom are coming into my vicinity
In shapes of ballistic hallucinations, jackknifing.
As significant as you are, you are captured In the field of light.
You are tainted with implication,
You pray too close to a god who fails you.
An incandescent deity, fumbling in the upper dimensions
Trying to understand your humaneness.
You are naked in the vortex.
Consummating your reality
Enhancing your awareness as you encumber the infinite.  
Disseminating emotional myths, corrupting naivety.
Embellishing in a ridiculousness, certain futility.

I give into my perception, I give into my awareness.

I surrender with the exception that I do this my way.
I create my totalitarianism, I design my own fate.
I will wait till the witching hour, then let you evaporate.
I do not deny the thought that I may be Gods lover,
I deny the thought that man has sold his soul forever.
I buy into the premonition that if Love has encapsulated me
I will live here on this plane as one who is unconditional.

Moments sparkle in the moonlit corridor, as the breeze

Filters the anguish and intent of man through the forest.
Where life is being glorified to the extent of miraculous
Where sanctification drifts pass you in every micron of AIR.
But where are you while this is going on?
You are searching for LOVE.
You are almost there!

© David O'Brien 2011



BROTHERLY LOVE


Splintered nights erupting in the tumult of sadness I’ve never known before.

Never grown into the man he wanted to be, his eyes are broken like his heart.
Cold is the touch of his grief. Yet I am a part of him, this ominousness prevails.
I wear his shallow love when I am around, trying to tear me to shreds quietly
He embroils me in his inadequacies; he is fallen down the well of unconcern.
We are bound to this excursion into pain, leaping insanely from edge to edge.
Holding on to each others memories until their hold relinquishes their mercy.

Though his deaths have been many, in the days when pain whispered him to sleep.

I am in the garden when he comes to visit, sits by my side seething surreptitiously,
His envy is dangerous, laborious in its intent; it’s draining to be around this demon.
Yet we were given the same blood, the different tears we cried for same reasons,
The seasons were always marred with brutality, inflicting others with his stolen pain.
Until we all lay down to die with him, again and again and again. In a state of grace.
Laced with hereditary coercion, leading one to the doom of religious futility.  

Every atom, every molecule surrenders to him, tearing down, bearing down on me.

And the frowns we wore long ago, still linger in his smile, still frighten him deeply.
Still binds him to the mediocrity he longs to separate from. I am too far away from him.
It’s not to be. His day. It starts as suddenly as he looks back into the night, aware.
We are too close to this hidden torture, laced with a familiarity of distorted sibling touch.
I see fragments of fathers anguish burrowing deep into his compassionate intellect,
“Are you sad for me?” his smile implies, withering into flirtatious rhetoric whilst aching.  

How much of this historic torture must he endure, he buries any cardinal reclamation,

He is my lifeline. The human endeavor to perpetuate love through centuries of pain,
Like the rock of fortitude his indignant mind forgives anyone who can go through it.
You can decapitate him and he would have forgiven you at the moment of creation,
He wears a hood not to hide, but to welcome infidels who are captured by his foe,
Drowning from loss, it is a sign that signifies a welcoming into the realm of divine light.
Past deviances are overshadowed by his innocence, his transcendence is imminent.

All the sadness in his world is his to own, oh mercy me, release it in this lifetime,

Sweet one. Come to me. Jump into this impudent caboose I have created for you,
No one can harm you no more. I will not let them. Your tears have cleansed you.
I leave you time and time again, to search for your heart, your happiness, your soul
I travel to the pits of hell to gather your memories, someone stole them from you.
Hid them there to smile at your confusion, laughing at your impunity for retrieval
Not lost, not heartbroken in your dreams, it seems I have finished with your pain.

I give you vision of bathing in the sea of tranquility, palatial gift to offer yourself

The loving silt has healed in your body, the dream your soul, the path is now open
Go along your way; create desire as you go to fuel your undeniable presence here
We were born together in stormy weather at the time of the crucifixional illusion
And I have grown so big that I must leave this earth and return another wisdom
A wisdom so illustrious, its feminine eminence will eventually heal us all forever.

© David O'Brien 2011

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