|Posted on June 12, 2010 at 9:50 AM|
The purely materialistic conception of the universe no longer satisfies
as mystery of life cease to be abstractions tries.
Out of the ordinary personalities will attract you
symbolizing your need for independence and originality too.
Contextually your massage could become place for reunion
of people sharing ideas as in union.
The quality of your sleep may change
populated with various remarkable dreams to arrange
that leave a strong impression
when you wake up from depression.
It is normal for powerful subconscious energies to emerge
as turning a page in your life and changes will surge,
but the process is so subtle in effects
that it could be some time before you notice the defects.
Would you cross an ocean just to hold me tight?
Or climb a mountain to be with me every single night?
If you were a good swimmer you'd forever cross the sea.
And overcome a mountain to experience tbenefits of massage for all eternity.
Some moments in life are far more treasured
Such as a precious pearl in the ocean of time
Enhanced only by massage true measured
As fate doth createth beautiful inspiring rhyme.
In the strangely conceited course of deliberate fate
Sometimes for mere patience it's much too late.
Some things are just over before they had begun
If you have knowledge to understand all secrets, but one.
Life's grand show is eternal
Sunrise somewher is ephimeral
As round earth turneth
So we learneth
Life is lost in uncaring way
As time steals away
The present day
Past memory will stay
As rare things vanish
In summer, blossoms we reliquish
Autumn is wasted with rain
As what has blossomed will not bloom again.
Those who come in future, we know not who'll they be
Grieving in vein for those they cannot see.
You are longing for lasting
Yet only ephemeral has value in enchanting
Transitory, briefly existing
Waterbody evaporates after precipitation of snow melting
Forever in the world there is change
Always some things are out of range.
Appreciate infinite length of a day
as soon what was will go away.
We experience in fleeting world once & never again
But beyond undoing things will never be the same
Two puzzle pieces oppose to compete
Correctly positioned may make life complete.
Each moment prevails in own beauty as every tower
Perceiving picture now & never again another hour
Time becomes forgotten as fire becomes cold
As even kind friends have tendency to become old.
Between the core and the peel ripe is the fruit
Irreverent moments when devoured become forever mute
Clouds rising, hovering in space
Are suddendly there, then gone without a trace
The matrix of cosmic realisation is surging
As our reluctant acceptance of reality is emerging.
Memories clustered in consciousness are rooted in time forever
As days are remembered, then moments and then finally never.
Constant expansion exists in exchange & experiment
Adventure too inquisitive may cause patience detriment.
It is as futile to hold back or dissuade coming of flowers
Or fruition or downward stream flow as seconds inevitably turn to hours.
We rely on subconsious
inasmuch as we heed conscience.
Limited time brings transcience
as plants arrive in ambience.
Creativity in search for a world that is better
Is an effort guided as assembling word from letter
Vision of paradise & glorious future expectations
Provides hope for the future in the heart of all nations.
The future is as unexpected as a daytime moon
Inconspicuous, but misplaced, coming too soon.
Nobody can stop the inevitable flowers, rain & seasons
Sometimes events occur regardless for intended reasons.
Snow covers mountains.
Cold rivers form from fountains.
Oblivious to interventions.
As time is ripe some things doth appear
As flowers may come early in spring this year.
Humanity's seeking of understanding will disappear
As changeable patterns in world pass here.
Imagine this world just heralded as passing through
With illusions of permanence prevalent in all we do
Well disguised fiction is what we tend to believe
As fate lacks eclipse & tends to deceive.
Astoundingly striving to be with the present content
As fate comes too late in future time lent.
Artful purpose of stopping time astonishing
Content with right & wrong diminishing.
Roses can no longer be gathered in winter's snow
Only by evening we can appreciate splendid day glow
Deserts wait far yonder for rain for all eternity
Milestones, not moments, foresaking you and me.
There is a kind of immorality
In absolute power of eternity
Flowered mountains have caused rock fall
Perpetually changing environment influence all.
Some plants flourish in conditions where others don't
Some humbled attempt to quit, while others won't
The tides doth diminish & rise again
Pyramids have been conjured through writing of a pen
Since time immemorial the hummingbird was heard to sing
And even into oblivion will be sighted on its wing.
Time devoted to favourite activities increases importance.
This way of life awaiting in due season increases significance.
Continuum of life instinctively progresses towards full circle.
Yet in imagination one lifetime is incomplete for many an oracle.
How far from the beginning is the end?
What will remain when we cease to pretend?
Youth is by far mellower to extend.
Loss of flowers gained in fruits may offend.
Herewith bequaths and ode to the transient hour;
To the fire of spring devouring the bud to evolve into the flower;
To fables agreed upon considered as history;
To summer fading as winter gains its victory.
As the splendours of summer subside,
The winds after storms don't abide.
As night comes the day will hide;
Waves along the shore are pushed aside.
Fate should be regarded cautiously, yet reverently
as the world continually revolves around axis fervently.
The concept of hastening the future is incomprehensibly
actually fading as the virtual is required more urgently.
Fate obtains much delight
in the dreams of man by day & night.
Sand through the hourglass does not disappear from sight,
but broadens understanding deciphering&distinguishing wrong from right.
There is some degree provided of delightful anticipation,
Although nothing remains permanent in God's creation.
Time may be measured irrevocably by hours,
As inspiration may be obtained from passing flowers.
Perspective may be gained on passing of time demure.
Boundaries of past are exceeded by fate determining future.
In a world that's forever eternity will arrange
our reluctant knowledge & acceptance of change.
Prediction is complicated by future uncertainties.
Structure of winter and fall is more stable than democracies.
This may result in feelings of loneliness in winter's snow
As fate often does not indicate appropriate course to follow.
Whether the weather may change in an hour, day or night;
When precisely the trees may wither in past & future right;
Why leaves fall and shooting stars are an inevitable sight,
What perpetually mazed seasons increase
s nothing abides, so no person does perpetually grow.
Fragments broken cannot be similarly assembled again.
Extensive degrees are inevitably required for melting snow.
Fate transforms less then we require, more often then we know, but when.
Tomorrow's flowers result from activities today.
What happens now was borne of yesterday.
The all can only be measured in relation to nothing.
Concealed beginnings replace another ending.
Impenetrable fortresses wield many secrets untold.
Incapability of comprehension relies on fate to unfold.
Nothing is required to serve as an indifferent interlude.
Clocks ticking may not be interrupted even by the prude.
Have you realised with some degree of precipidation
That you have put off the necessary resulting in procrastination?
Opportunity inevitably produces sublime feelings of elation.
Appreciation of fate knocking on the door is regarded with anticipation.
Around every circle encompassed a world of nature
as every beginning irrovacably in end doth mature.
Ironically obtusively manure is plant's prerequisite nurture
as awaiting fate may be elation or mere torture.
Events often occur in manner mysterious.
Predetermined fate may at times seem dilerious.
Balancing weights of apprehension is at the most precarious.
Colours may dull & dimensions broadaned in ways various.
The pleasantly humourous could also become hilarious.
Delightful acquaintances held too long comply, but are too serious.
The laborious ticking of the clock fleetingly obscuring forever
may be heard over streams of waves revealing sandy treasure.
As currents diminish depth of water does not stay the same.
Thus despite the passing of time so eternity will remain.
The past is as irrevocably unchangeable
as growth & transformation are arrangeable.
What one sees in the mirror is deceptive
unless to renewal one becomes receptive.
Time & patience provide a certain ambience.
Instead of attachment practice lenience.
Gratitude for each day is sufficient,
although past denial & future belief may be ambivalent.
Yet the eternal now is omnipotent.
Each forgotten day will with long distance also bring
unexpected surprises found in exciting everything.
What belongs to others is unfortunately not ours
yet all may experience joy of summer flowers.
Participation may result in renewed vision.
Also solitary moments are required for revision.
Only on realisation can an important path start.
Then after trivial happenings sadly we depart.
Time does not wait for instantaneous gardens flourishing.
Repetition bears reluctance in permanence reliquishing.
Achieving the great may in due course be detrimental
As soon enough future considerations become eventual.
Beginning with a dream, missing the best is often consequential.
It is impossible for all important events to occur simultaneously.
Memories of the past also offer consolation timeously.
Nature can only be enhanced by imagination.
Thoughts are conditioned to induce collaboration.
Enchantment is portrayed in life's every celebration.
Influencing another provides some compensation.
Some days lasting longer is just cause for elation.
Thinking & being comes with patience & participation.
The perennial may only be savoured occasionally on the way.
Life's memories are also gathered into a beautiful bouquet.
A butterfly can hardly be captured as much as forgotten.
Growth may be exciting yet uneaten fruit become rotten.
Dynamics of glancing backward & forward too much
could result in not noticing what's here now, as such.
It is forever now in the gift of the present
bestowed on all, be they royalty or peasant.
Sometimes a person wishes to be elsewhere far,
but rather must be content with where they are.
Actions may be repeated if not initially done right
as opportunities abound, but are often out of sight.
What is life but a garden bright & green?
What is the future but a forest yet unseen?
What are mysteries but where we haven't been?
Can any decipher what perpetual fate could mean?
Humbly thank God for existence as of today's date.
Reverting to lamenting on the past will happiness dissuade.
Even tiny creatures have capacity to become great.
Anything is possible in some whimsical twist of fate.
No great things happened suddenly any more than they would.
No desire was quenched any more than fate could.
For flowers first to blossom could be considered as good.
Fruit plucked before ripened could worsen the mood.
Patience is a virtue, so it's understood.
Irrespective of whether you may know it or not
The seed of destiny's planted although we forgot.
Uncut diamonds are undiscovered or discarded
As life's irreverent perspective is often disregarded.
When gathering daisies we no more desire a rose
Than wishing for snow in summer breeze I suppose.
Although what we desire in due season grows
Sometimes what we first wish for are not those.
Fate offers a unique perspective on celestial sight
Seemingly glorified by the sun's light
Unparallaled in glory, reflected as a dream
Idealisation is not as at fist it may seem.
By night light fades until we can see no more.
Endless pursuits have many hearts tore.
Yet moments may result in instant realisation.
Miracles are possible through divine comprehension.
Tempt fate until the day is done.
Endure the cold to appreciate the sun.
Fate could be cruel, but also sublime
Offering as present part of time.
Naughty, but nice
If it's me you need,
the sensual massage is guaranteed.
You'll be back on track
after I treat your back.
while I attend to your need.
Get your muscles in motion
& dispell pent -up emotion.
you'll experience elation.
No pun intended
if you spend it
Only if you're naughty.
Sorry, there's the door.
Pse. don't cry.
I'll sing you a lullaby.
But before you're off to bed
I'll keep those fingers practicing on your massage instead.
If you're tired of playing, may I won't join you in bed.
Or would you txt me instead as I'm easily misled?
If you don't bother to reply, then so long & good bye.
IYoushould have known
you'd falll in love with a beautiful poem.
May your blessings be forever many
& your troubles few
May your days, if eventful,
be filled with all things bright & beautiful.
With extra special wishes for your dreams, once fulfilled,
along all pathways to be delightful.
You should believe what you feel in your heart,
as you're a special person
and massage can transcend time & spaces
leading your spirit to far away places,
therefore it is possible for sensuality to be blind
when following your heart instead of your mind.
May God be with you
in all you endeavour to do.
I'm sure you'd be a tremendous companion
with tenacity, intelligence, determination,
passion for performance combined with a pleasant nature.
Does that accurately sum up your personality's composure?
Guess I just like to read between the lines occasionally.
Best of luck & may your endeavours be successful in totality
that you may experience good fortune in all you set out to do,
as good people like u automatically attract positive energy too.
Notwithstanding cold weather
we can spend time having a massage together.
an hour with me
will have you
feeling like new.
Pamper your fine muscle tissues
& forget about other issues.
Spending quality time
will be completely sublime.
put me to the test
& let me do the rest.
Put me to the test
& you'll agree I'm the best.
Feeling lonely, sad or blue?
Remember I'm here for you.
If there's anything I can't do
don't call Winnie the Pooh.
Only a massage from me will do.
Imagine sailing on the sea
while spending time with me.
Now you can
feel like a new man.
When we enter the
world of dreams
provoking the conscious mind
to submit to the subconscious find.
If you are inclined per rumour
to a sense of humour
which may have been ironical
had it not been seen as cynical.
It is truely fascinating
awaiting your dream,
in the dreamworld participating
for as long as it may seem.
Your perceptions depending
whether amicable or condescending
Will your dream
like a sun beam
or to deem
There is no escaping
Should you consider it funny
to fall asleep count a bunny
if you count to one
consider it fun,
but careful counting hares,
'cause those may are chased by nightmares.
How do you feel moved
as you consider how far removed
are dreams from reality?
For the instablility
in the world of dreams
alludes to no escaping reality
and all that it means.
You must admit
when you submit
to your massage, as though it were a dream
it's not a bit
like clicking submit
on a compter screen.
should it mean
or had it been
a realm unseen
future, present & past
for as long as your dream massage may last.
Are you inspired,
when really tired,
by your dream mood
whether bad or good?
may be unique,
but as far as a massage dream
it may seem
but won't do
it is really
You do not have to inherit
an accommodating spirit,
may have in mind.
For in massaging you will find
unified body, spirit & mind.
Your mind may seem
as you step into the puddle
then realising it's only a dream.
Do you lie
Or are you
by a recurring dream?
that wake you
with a scream?
cannot appearing anguished
easily be distinguished
from absolute reality
when the flames of desire
as a burnt out fire
you can ride a horse,
but be careful of nightmare
that can also carry you from here to there.
may seem so real
it may make you feel ill
unless yourself you squeeze
to see if you're awake
or another dream to take.
the alarm's warning beep
or a hat
on a sheep
you were counting
drifting into sleep
or feeling sheepish
waking up from sleep?
if you dare,
for the nightmare
at which you stare
can carry you off into the night,
bringing all your troubles in sight
& waking you with a horrific fright.
However, a massage will help you see the light.
may lead to paralysis
of the senses
when faced with
the human mind
to which we consciously
are seemingly blind.
Your dream's interpretation
on your fascination
and some appreciation.
Are you lacking understanding?
If you yourself can't interpret you dream
Why ask another what it may mean?
When you are lying under blankets & not standing
Then why ask others notwithstanding?
Are you soooo tired
that fatigue is causing suction
creating dream induction?
So your plan to stay awake backfired.
Don't give a yawn
in the morn,
but do so at night
if you plan to sleep tight.
If you treasure
a long forgotten
go to sleep happily for sure
as you are under no pressure
events from October to September
and there is indeed no hindrance
to your remembrance.
If you have some bizarre fascination
with things & events not quite what they seem
Enjoy the manifestation
of surrealism in your dream.
this becoming a mania?
Then step into the arena of dreams
where, by means of massage, anything is possible
and all is feasable.
Consider yourself psychic?
Your apparent sense
may seem to others
devoid of common sense.
You may sense what they feel
although most people
would deny this to be real.
When you're in emotion
you're bound to experience motion.
But when you have dream experience
you require some perseverance.
You may believe
what you perceive
As long as what you retreive
You don't leave.
There is hope for the future
if you dream
a better tomorrow
with no regrets and sorrow.
Aspiritions & ambitions
as long as they do not lower inhibitions.
may be of some intrigue
when you dream
or so it may seem.
When you're feeling tired
you may get wired
or be hired
to be admired
or simply retired.
What other correlation
is there of some admiration
between global & positive
then that it is simply cognitive?
What message is to be gained
from the divine purpose
when all that remained
was a sky of turquoise?
What do we identify angels with?
Or the God may be with?
When you feel like exposing,
you don't require medication,
but in honesty of being
only massage and some meditation.
Mental telepathy and clarity,
when considering synchronicity,
is not unlike astral travelling,
in determining our destination,
which is still pending.
Your bed might not be so unstable,
as to have to be replaced with a massage table,
for a person in motion
is merely displaying emotion,
as a car on a rocky road
cannot be likened to a toad.
may just be a show
of colours so bright,
all could come right.
Heaven is a between row
of yesterday & tomorrow,
with no sorrow.
not knowing how to handle
is not a simulator,
but like an alligator.
Say to the Lord
love & repair.
or how you may vote
with music prediction
would make you
in the sky.
Do not trust
an earthly object
that may rust
& don't object to investigate
for what it may be worth,
certainly not for mirth.
If you thrive to contrive
do not depise
for from these embers & dust,
although given to rust,
new nations may rise.
Have you viewed the sunken Atlantis,
broken into so many an island,
sunken beneath the sea,
that the human mind
even on errand only in dream could see?
There are a myriad
still to be found,
but even those half forgotten
have confounded the human mind.
Have you experienced revelation?
Is this you destination?
To put sin in the bin?
Believe me, you can only win.
If you have faith, if you have hope
in a brighter tomorrow,
without any sorrow,
just say yes
and God will Bless.
Sleep, dear one, let your worries go out of sight
so with the eagles you may take flight.
Dream of me & you
This is true.
Dream of you & I
when I close my one & other eye.
When weaving together
the tapestry of your dream,
it may seem far more complicated,
than sewing a seam.
Dreaming of the sun,
through a night of stormy weather,
then again put together,
can be at a walk or run,
for eternity & forever.
If you find my poetry strange
Another massage I could arrange.
If you think so while awake
Think twice before jumping in the lake.
Rather jump into bed instead.
Then I'll wish you the sweetest dream.
It may be debated
or categorically stated
There's a category of horse
You may saddle when elevated
if you dare
for it to ensnare
you with a single glare,
taking you off on a wild journey,
If music be the food of love,
Then dreaming might be
the food of life,
counting blessings from above
& abundant lack of strife.
If in the dream world,
you may choose to remain,
will you not experience discomfort,
but relief from physical pain
& should you call out in distress,
if will de-stress,
should you call out my name,
so again just
When you dream
to a higher state
When you dream
The dark & the shadows
As sun & meadows.
I would be massaging
was I not writing this poem,
dreaming with eyes open
of experiences yet unknown.
I would be dreaming
was I not writing
had I not this enquiring,
yet creative disposition.
Dream your aspirations
with infinite variations
your goals may become attainable
& life for once sustainable.
You do not have to be lost
to find your miracle -
You will find
in your mind
what you were looking for
is lost no more
& is suddenly
within you reach
if you have a massage & practice
what you preach.
Reach for the stars
& the seemingly impossible
will become attainable;
do not regret
it is possible to dream
of a brighter tomorrow,
devoid of any sorrow.
When it's so dark,
you can't possible see,
or imagine sitting in the park
& dream a little dream of me.