Good Night Gorgeous

Greetings gorgeous, What do these night stars have in store for us,  as their travelling light pours upon us,  and sadly very few skins are porous to the ink of their light, very few nostrils can inhale their blossoming brightness,  to smell the phenomenal fragrance of the kneeling night, very few souls carry lanterns like her sparkling sky,  in order to return the greeting of her travelling light,  very few hearts, beat between the layers of light upon light,  very few thoughts can be carved by the Mastery of The Throne,  for egos refuse to die in order to be reborn, they instead ingest forgetfulness and yet some how claim to be born again, or primary walkers upon a known path, light years away from The Son Of Man's saying: The Kingdom of the Rabb is within.... So join the colourful chorus,  of velvet voices,  whose inner essence is perfumed with praises, that raises their status, light years past ephemeral spaces,  and centuries past the scent of speeding seconds, to drink the nectar from Realities from which all else rose,   the poetry of all prose, for those binded to their blindness remain with only themselves to blame and darkness to gain, as for the seekers of The Real who give life to their flame, what they love is what they attain and their germinating gratefulness gives a full harvest of a golden gain....for us  the over flowing glow of Barhama certainly suffices, a precious provision, that enables  the lovers of the one beloved to Love, to hold onto a Radiant Rope,the Hidden Seal's perfected perception that is fixated to the luminous laudation of The Master of Creation.... so as the night pours our light soars

My Scars Seep

My scars seep
I'm standing knee deep
In the remnants that drip
From thoughts about I's
I thought I'd forever keep
I'm bleeding beats
Bitten by beauty's beast
Fattened by fantasies for a fair feast
Regretfully roasting over these flames that breathe
Pain into the flesh of my sleep

My scars seep
My Mind muted by memories
That even time can not keep
Soul silenced by the sound of a lesson
That reason could not leap

And even after it all
The skies will speak:
The lie of love is ocean deep

But in the hand of Hope
Is a golden grip
Upon Truth's thundering Trumpet
A declaration from love's lips:
That love is the light of every light
The song to every sight
The bringer of ease in every plight
The ravishing rose whose red
is perfectly right
The palace of praise whose praises my pen pours to perfume the night
with Love light

I leave you with your love
For how could I seek you
If I am a lantern of love
Why would I nibble on need
If it is indeed
Love that empties me
If it is indeed
That love fills me
For love loves me.....
I Feel love flowering
Love
Around me
Love
Above me
Love
Before me
Love
Beyond me
Love
With in Me