Here Futher To Proceed

In all this I am put in a place of grace

where it is all in my face like a puppy without borders or boundaries

so am in this quandary as to how... here to further proceed.

Every turn I turn down or up does the same to my desire to sup

with you in ways not known to me or my memory for all is new from you to me

and I bleed my need... here further to proceed.

I have my fires burning and smelting that which I was yearning

even as it turns back to that which it was pure energy without form, endless as eternity

or a newborn... here further to proceed.

All that is pulling is my intention to fly beyond all that limits

with labels that tell us we are not able to remain calm and stable in the face of Immensity

and its chaotic continuity... here further to proceed.

I know that you commune from in to out and out to in

and all around upon your slightest whim all the orbs circle again, wheels within mighty wheels,

so I believe... here further to proceed.

So, if, and when you speak to me again, I know you will have this thought

lodged in your Heart of Hearts, this my plea for a new start, a new heart, here is the key to me

with you...always here further to proceed.

duaneraphaelsmith, March 25th, 2013

Did I?

Did I recall this in a dream

Did I wake you with a scream

Did I make all this come to pass

Did I really show my ass

Did I once believe I belonged

Did I choose to breathe poison for so long

Did I painfully let you down

Did I betray my failure as a clown

Did I get caught in my own devising

Did I decide on public housing

Did I blame you for all my tonal defects

Did I make the cut too deep to forgive or forget

Did I crash the car on our wedding day

Did I kill you then and a ghost decided to stay

Did I understand the sounds I hear

Did I encase your bed with flowers of fear

Did I become your greatest defeat

Did I hold your dreams as only a morsel to eat

Did I become the salt in your childhood wounds

Did I bind you as a captive in my mind's ruins

Did I pluck the shine from your entrancing gaze

Did I make you a sport of my very exclusive maze

Did I explode your hope of happiness

Did I tell you how it turns me on when you undress

Did I explain that all my excuses are useless

Did I convey that in the end I did choose all this

Did I paint a picture with colours that ran with our tears

Did I bring you here to only to declare I never cared

Did I ever show you that you are loved

Did I ever give you a really big hug

Did I ever invite you to walk on the mountain

Did I once love you more than the stars worth counting

Did I ever kiss you in the misty rain

Did I make you understand that I feel your pain

Did I...

September 16, 2012

Running Down

Running down the town in a car with no sound

the beat abounds and bass hits the ground

Blasting off the crust and crud crashing like a satellite in the mud

burning like the sweetest bud

All of our complexities become all our possibilities

there is so much more to see as we simply BE

Voices telling of choices more real than a memory of forces

directing us to various resources

Movement sustains momentum the melody reminds me who sent them

disguised as a friend

Rash attitude based upon false info I go out but in you go

to do your reality show called simply Ego

If you see the trouble why make it double by seeking to burst the bubble

 instead simply be loveable

Painting pictures of perfect sutures wounds healing

Love dealing all my cards winning is never hard

Zooming sonic boom booming while spooning in the warmth of the charm

of this Love that never truly harms

Getting use to the lack of problematic themes

has me jumping for joy out of my jeans ripping the seams

Bulking up hulking up not backing up for I lift this cup

and overjoyed overfilled all my fears are stilled

I float like an empty boat true to the oath that I am a child of the Most

Beautiful Love of which I boast

Not alone for I have known the Light source as home

for many in the eternal zone have sprinkled cones

Lavish the Love streaming within flowing out we are learning to believe our beliefs

and doubt our doubts

With every tick tock of the inner clock our souls wear flip flops

showing how summer never has to stop

Meeting and greeting the shining ones we be seeing in our Being

never fleeing for nothing is threatening

All situations are never limitations they are serving Love's equation

bringing release from perceptual frustration

August 20, 2012

Suffering Addiction

Suffering Addiction

How would you have me characterize

Your downward spiraling trip toward Demise

You say you are suffering from addictions

You are in fact suffering from your fictions

Call it what you will, your cravings are illusive

They shift shape and remain inconclusive

Ever wonder why they always want more

Have you ever asked what your cravings are here for?

All cravings are the expression of excessive cognition

Interpreting the object as desirable and subject to separation

There are no objects that are foreign to you, all is at your grasp

All distance is illusion and Oneness is the only truth that will last

So call it crank, call it sex, call it bulimia, call it depression

It is all the result of a mental construct fixation

You think you need him or her, it or that

When the issue is that you actually think it into a fact

The reality of your slavery is founded in one thing

You have but one addiction and that is to suffering

To be without what you want is the bane of your existence

You will not to transcend your thought pattern with persistence

Persistence better employed toward a more worthy and fruitful goal

That adversarial relationship to what is, never can benefit your soul

I would not have you forget that you are in the position of strength

In your hands you hold nothing and everything, more later in greater length

Duane Raphael Smith, August 10, 2007

Wisdom Of An Eight Year Old Child

On the moment of impact I so needed to be reassured that it was okay to fall and be broken

Thoughts cascading made me feel the whirl of their storm and in the thrall of it all I am choking

Choking back tears of fears I have swallowed for years now to vomit this is how I must share

Forceful projections flow from fingertips my tongue slips thru my lips ask me if I really care...

I got twisted and I may have missed it but did they list it the lesson that I was meant to learn

Over eight summers and falls I tried to recall but I lost it all while I crawled, my time, my turn

I am only a little one, not yet with the shine of the Son which I will become one concept at a time

I am young and untried, I have yet to have died to the dreams I have eyed only in my mind

So I am here unscarred and yet unmarred maybe this is why I fell so hard against your mental fist

Blurred, shaken and stirred and calling on God the 3rd, will I be heard...I wonder about all this...