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Simple Pleasures by ZenSpurius
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By the Scruff of the Neck
Now, if I could go to the Moon,
I would sing a sweet tune,
And whistle to the heavens and take flight.
Of the soliloqious liberation of the deep seated aberration,
       I'll leap in a bound of unpent kinetic walleyed wonder
       at the inebriated phantasms
       of the wondrous far fetched night.
To storm the beasts of the unknown,
The light fantastic.
I will strip off the yoke of doubt and ignorance,
Devour the apple with covetous greed,
Grasp the serpent by the neck.
Pass the cup. I will place it to my lips.
Fine dining for the obstinate.
I take heed of the wicker wombat wails of the sideshow circus freaks,
And the clownish ushers will lift up their thrillfrilly doilyskirts.
       And the mischievous brainclusters
       in the eroding riverdowns
       sponge up the sweet blue brine.
I'll slip out of the dark shadows
    in the slippery dripstained
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To My Wife
She is all that I’ll never be,
The Advaita, the Earth Mother.
She is the integration of the Spirit,
The Theotokos, the Maryam.
She has dined on teal swans with fools and kings.
She has sailed the heaving seas to the lowlands.
She has pollinated the heavens with lilacs and foxglove.
She has welcomed the stranger and friend.
She is everything,
She is nothing,
She is yinyang, equinox and solstice.
She is Dharma,
She is Śūnyatā,
She is Fountainhead, Moira and Trimurti.
She is all of my life,
All of my love,
All of my empty essence.
One look in her eye will not deny
The privilege of her vision.
She can topple the Tower of London with kindness.
She can sweep away the despots and khans.
She can fool irksome illusionists and charlatans.
She can move mighty mountains with her mind.
Some say she’s fearless,
Other’s heartless,
But what’s more to be had of a savior?
One can see in her dreams a heavenly gleam
Of fiery icy determination,
The bane of dystopian b
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Please Please Me by ZenSpurius
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Please Please Me :iconzenspurius:ZenSpurius 2 0
A Touch of Heaven by ZenSpurius
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A Touch of Heaven :iconzenspurius:ZenSpurius 1 0
Be Gentle by ZenSpurius
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Be Gentle :iconzenspurius:ZenSpurius 1 0
Anoushka Shankar by ZenSpurius Anoushka Shankar :iconzenspurius:ZenSpurius 3 0 Windows to the Soul by ZenSpurius Windows to the Soul :iconzenspurius:ZenSpurius 5 0 Old Love by ZenSpurius
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Old Love :iconzenspurius:ZenSpurius 3 0
Have a Heart by ZenSpurius
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Have a Heart :iconzenspurius:ZenSpurius 4 0
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Nihilist Musing
Oh, for the freedom of an unbridled spirit,
A longing for the lack of want,
     To be swept away in a dervish trance of hypnotic transience,
     The emptiness of matter and mind, 
     The impermanence of self.
What fools we mortals are for our incessant wants,
For the cravings of love and lust,
Illusory needs for power and wealth.
     What's flittering on the roof but a photon of the dawn?
     You must lift a passing finger to the strange choral song.
     A girl in the valley sings a passacaglia so vague,
     And the dryads and gnomes are dancing on her holly grave.
I wish to pass away in a dense thicket,
Under the gentle shade of a large Norway spruce,
Its broad trunk and tapering branches draped with moss,
The base an inviting bed of lichen and ferns.
     The forest deer and squirrels will prance and play
     While my breath gratefully s
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Her well deserved relaxation by gb62da
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Yours
I need to tell you
that I am completely devoted to this,
to you and I,
to the promise of a future
spent in the grace of your company
where every day
is filled with opportunities
to show you just how much I care.
Oh, baby,
it sure can be pretty complicated sometimes,
but I will always be here
and there is no doubt
that your arms are the only ones
I wish to feel,
that your kiss is the only one I long to taste,
that you
are the only home I ever want to know.
And there's a million little pieces to this puzzle,
but isn't the picture beautiful?
My dreams have changed with age,
battles against evil kings and the pursuit of lost treasure
have given way
to the image of you laying beside me,
the orange glow of a summer sun
setting behind our shoulders
while children run through the yard,
fireflies abuzz with laughter.
I want everything,
each shade of dark as much as each beam of light,
the chaos of your every day
and the calm of you asleep beside me,
I want to dive into the middle
of the mess yo
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Worship
Her headphones are in
and she moves
like a dancer on an empty stage,
like liquid lightning,
completely unaware
of my ghostly apparition.
My hands ache,
dusty skin coiled in balled fists,
from the memory
of the times they were graced
to harness
her electric Elysium.
I can't look away,
though every second she lingers
is an hour of pain,
dull eyes burning
in the scope of an eclipse,
staring too long
at a sun whose light can warm,
but also
can scorch the earth.
My ribs retract,
and a hand not my own
tears
the beating tumor
from the center of my chest,
a sacrifice offered
to a goddess
who never even notices --
or chooses not to.
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Beach princess D.va by dandonfuga
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Cruel
I remember thinking:
"I'm too young to be this hurt.."...
Every now and then I open up a bit
and I let the light in.
And every time I get burned.
I wasn't born a cruel person...
But your obsession with me and your
heartache..it empowers me.
I like it too much,
it's like my own personal high.
All miseries catch up eventually.
I don't know how to explain this to you,
but I'm not in love,
I just love the attention.
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Now, if I could go to the Moon,
I would sing a sweet tune,
And whistle to the heavens and take flight.
Of the soliloqious liberation of the deep seated aberration,
       I'll leap in a bound of unpent kinetic walleyed wonder
       at the inebriated phantasms
       of the wondrous far fetched night.
To storm the beasts of the unknown,
The light fantastic.
I will strip off the yoke of doubt and ignorance,
Devour the apple with covetous greed,
Grasp the serpent by the neck.
Pass the cup. I will place it to my lips.
Fine dining for the obstinate.
I take heed of the wicker wombat wails of the sideshow circus freaks,
And the clownish ushers will lift up their thrillfrilly doilyskirts.
       And the mischievous brainclusters
       in the eroding riverdowns
       sponge up the sweet blue brine.
I'll slip out of the dark shadows
    in the slippery dripstained feeding fields
        of Valhalla's garish wake,
Standing near the precipice to jump on command.
Doubloons for pantaloons and Anne Bonney's Pieces of Eight.
       Shiver me timbers!
How valuable is a bewitched Habsburg when you're dead?
Heaven won't take you and Hell has a wait.
Let the walls of Jericho crumble
And raise Sodom from the ashes.
In the valley of parched clay, where the wind is strong, 
Lie the deep rooted mottled men of storms,
     specters of sin,
         shades of dusk seekers,
Their bones pulverized, their minds depleted whispers of breezy mist.
The scorched briar patch is blazing,
The smoke rising,
The band stops playing,
But we keep dancing.
Thrill for the kill of the winterlong hunt,
A feast of venison and fowl.
The pixies and fairies dance around the bonfire,
And the shaman chants a lullaby of psalmonic reprise.
I taste the sorrowful nectar of cherry blossoms,
Intoxicating Motoorian mead,
All too fleeting a la mono no aware.
     All too provisional,
       the veracity of evanescence,
         the bitterest pill.
She is all that I’ll never be,
The Advaita, the Earth Mother.
She is the integration of the Spirit,
The Theotokos, the Maryam.
She has dined on teal swans with fools and kings.
She has sailed the heaving seas to the lowlands.
She has pollinated the heavens with lilacs and foxglove.
She has welcomed the stranger and friend.
She is everything,
She is nothing,
She is yinyang, equinox and solstice.
She is Dharma,
She is Śūnyatā,
She is Fountainhead, Moira and Trimurti.
She is all of my life,
All of my love,
All of my empty essence.
One look in her eye will not deny
The privilege of her vision.
She can topple the Tower of London with kindness.
She can sweep away the despots and khans.
She can fool irksome illusionists and charlatans.
She can move mighty mountains with her mind.
Some say she’s fearless,
Other’s heartless,
But what’s more to be had of a savior?
One can see in her dreams a heavenly gleam
Of fiery icy determination,
The bane of dystopian bandits.
She has soared the azure skies on gossamer wings.
She has forgiven all sinners and cheats.
She has mourned the deaths of beggars and the landed.
She has bore fruit from her sacred Elysian forge.
She is as sharp as a razor,
As soft as a flame.
She can grant your wish with a bone.
All of her dreams come to fruition
By her ever loving corona of grace.
In the sundropped coulee of the winterflight spree
Came the lass of gold,
The luster of hope.
She wields the sword of Damocles
And a lotus flower of Parvati pink.
In her womb she carried the faith of the innocent,
In her heart the Pentecostal fire.
She strides on turf of satin
And her hair blooms in the wind,
With a Wu Wei approbative zeal
Spent luscious on divine transcendent swain.
She moves with lightning precision
With a comportment of benign aplomb,
A coryphée to the empyrean logos,
Paying homage to the Tao.
She is eternal,
Forever one,
My shining princess in the ethereal mist.
Everlasting, inextinguishable,
A glowing paradigm of humanity,
The apotheosis of Brahman.

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