Somebody’s Divine Lifetime
Michael Levy
Tranquil inspirations of creation
award a serene dawn,
in order that mortal reservations can
rent, unstoppable time and earth bounded space.
Each splendorous year is akin
to one divine sentence,
from the blessed first page,
in the sacred transient book of existence.
One astonishing life equals one miraculous page,
as each incredible leaf turns,
one fantastic light dims,
another spectacular light rekindles in fresh garb.
Life; ‘tis but a brief spark of excellence,
an exquisite luminosity,
filled with exciting adventures,
mysterious myths,
‘n delicious creativity.
Surrounded by velvet darkness,
enveloped in incredible curiosity,
not a flicker must blow in provocative annoyance,
or preposterous bedevilment of insane dogma,
Grace’s phenomenal coloring,
joy’s pleasurable gloss,
love’s heavenly fragrance,
all, fuel the radiance of someone’s gratifying existence.
One page that signifies somebody’s divine lifetime,
beautifully embossed and engraved,
in awesome, wondrous bliss,
This is your page of
life.
Deceits With No Receipt
Michael Levy
You wear your mask so tightly my sweet,
Why; it is So indistinguishable from your skin,
Pray tell; where does falseness end and your truth begin?
Indeed, can you tell the difference?
It is of no avail starting an argument,
What is there to debate?
All your past ghosts dance behind the facade,
In_tune with forgotten trickery..... deceits with no receipt.
No matter; the ticket collector will soon be tip_tapping on your door,
All the unpaid dues will be amassed....non forgotten,
And when the mask slips ... when all is revealed.
You mutter, “What was the point of it all?”
Palmed, diddle....lie... pom, pom_________pom, pom.
You guess right...you diddled yourself?
Strange actions you might think,
It’s a good job life is illusions, or you could be in trouble!!
CHAIRMAN OF THE ‘BORED’
Michael Levy
Attracting restless company...... is the Chairman of the bored,
Tormentor of minds.......in a power hungry hoard,
Starved of joy and love...........makes for easy prey,
Only money-matters.........dragging the hours through the day.
The Devil spawns dirty trades...... for fickle idle hands,
Banking on the gullible..... withdraw notes on demand,
Stepping on the innocent...... dealings from the deck below,
Villainy lurking....behind the seductive........Corporate Logo.
Large enticing Corporations...............ruthless to the core,
Mastered by requiring “more”..... greedy plans to explore,
Blueprint of unhappiness.....make absurd, forlorn trips,
Fryers of the devil................... cooking new blue chips.
A world full of corruption........ locked in the stocks,
Manipulation the innocent.........the lust never stops,
Inhabiting pent-up houses.......sadness in the clouds,
deposits contain no interest.....in markets covered in shrouds.
The Importance Of It All
Michael Levy
The faces in them there clouds’ a’hem,
Were once the orators of choice,
But now the creme de la creme’ amen,
No longer have a voice.
The visions of the past- Oy-Vay,
Too soon did aristocracy drift by, the buy and bye,
The towns may be busy night n day, O’Yay!!
But no longer do we hear the crier- cry.
The views of the Hoy-Full-Oy,
Are as empty as can be,
Top hats and tails held respect old boy,
Now the space elite, is taken by a flea.
Oh! theeeee importance of it all-toot toot,
At the time all society did agree,
Just a pinch of snuff when the gentry call-hoot hoot,
My Lord Ladies and Gentlemen-what remains? no corpse can see.
Why I do believe it’s time for afternoon tea. One lump or two.
Scandals
Michael Levy
A tis_kit a tas_kit, My! what a crazy basket; trouble grows,
Just yearning to be buried in a wooden casket; distress shows,
Humdrum hours dance around on tippy_tippy toes;
A lousy deal with worries and woes......now take a pose,
The wearily fingers on the old clock face drag on,
Spread the news....Lies..lies..swallow another mind pollution,
Money from thin air....Pretty soon the illusion will be gone,
Bless my socks... what’s happened to mighty Enron?
Guess It’ll be a smoking gun_of_a_son.
Masters of the universe; derivatives set the pace,
Just the memoirs linger on, how did billions vanish with such haste?
A suspense, a mystery come on big boys try and save face,
Scandals!!! Money or Sex ? .....Well, there’s no Dick to trace,
What a waste.....Superman is divorced from Grace
EACH BOX
Michael Levy
Each box projects a life behind an illuminated screen,
A myriad of choices, clues to happiness of self-esteem,
Many refreshments of the mind all uniquely locked inside
Savor the various flavors, before the key’s of truth turn n hide.
Each box has numerous secrets wholly tucked away,
Some are endowed treasures solely reserved for a rainy day,
Others are cherished pearls from wisdom’s infinite array,
Whilst a few drink nectar from the golden goblet of Mandalay.
Each box has special switches to turn on spirits light,
It is well hidden, packed away by ego’s contorting might,
But when the channels are connected, a powerful candle is lit
The riches of the soul appear, simple; yet incredibly exquisite.
Each box is filled with mystical chocolates, orgasmic to the taste,
Fed to new born infants but lost in a race with to much haste,
Intelligence tunes in at birth, played on a baby Grand.
How wisdom trickles through, the human grains of sand.
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