The Drool Proofs

I know there’s sky above my roofs,
When in bed and here aloof,
Run the drool proofs,
They’re done and improve…

I feel the whole in slight  bites,
High to the floor, the night sights,
From riots to the rites,
To being infinite-alright,..

The truth gets to prove,
Less is sure to remove,
Until and After everything’d move,
To all-great-groove,..

SPI-o-diversity

The SPIritual viversity , I didn’t  see in my university,
Nor in the city or from the minfinity to the infinity,
I flicker-opened my see-ity, lucky n witty,
To this unseen ambiguity,
I could feel my flexterity to drink the sweetity,
The SPI-ence has an intuity mety mysticity, and is a reality,
Light flows like triviality, from the essential singular originality  to the all-divinity,
We merge in the SPI-o-diversity, Dive verve see It Hit..!

Primordiella

Before there was any cule or a fella,
Primordiella was the sole soul dwella,
I guess about her n tell the tale-ya,
Won’t feelya the best belle, ah?

What had the nulla that it fuella to the fulla?
Within the life well-wella?
Let’s trail me n trail-ya, with her,
Up above the ell-a,

It was the one pre-bang with will-n-zeala,
That turned into the light and all the mass stella(r),
The turns n the burns of the fire with closed micella,
Made it all close into the live life gella,

It fixed n mixed in steps to churn out the failla,
Made it from the soup-cell-multicella-to-all the phyla,
All one from one, it’s one integrella,
She ever blooms- Primordiella, Sail-la, Alla…!

कामकेकिता| It Ends With Light

कः काम्यः कामयति कामनां कामकेकिताम्।
सः सुधासंपृक्तसंमितः साहसामास्यति मे स्वताम्॥
सहगसहजस्वपरां सुसारसाधयन्ति यस्य स्वक्षणाः।
सर्वस्विता मे येन प्रणास्तु विप्रणाः॥
कस्मात्काश्यन्ति मत्र अनाकृतप्रेमःकणा॥
मितीष्टमनमेधनमहन्मध्वीहनिरीहणाः।
शंसहा शंपरा शंशंककारणा संशमीरणाः॥
म स यः प्रीप्रेरणा स्यादसिष्यति सत्सुशंस्त्युत्तीरणा॥

Who wishworth worthens my wish n passions excite,
He the nectar-filled-ally my whole unites,
All the self-else that passes with ease, His moments enlight,
All wishes n devotions of mine who ignite,
Unformal units of love from where come in sight?
The flows of love n Spi of here n high, whence alight?
With, after and causing the desire n the allay-rite?
Mine He who’s love-riser should n will arrive, It ends with the Light…
It ends in light infinite…

FindAFreeHD

H is for Hot, D for Dude, I’m for life and for Him n him in HD,
After I find a FreeHD, a QueerHD,
Of a classical, closical n lovesical steardy,
I’m desperately needy,
I missed the train for a teenage love-birdy,
But so much of fun n learn of passion is ready,
Need find a FreeHD, a QueerHD, a SeerHD,
Yeah, I fancy a seerocious, for me voracious, who’ve made it,
Love is a fear HD, but I’m well, greedy, heart is seedy, World is weedy,
I need a nearHD to make us each FreerHD n DearHD!
Friends FindAFreeHD!

Explore-n-sit and Occult-A-rated!

British, Spaniard, French or Dark,
Like Gem or a Card of the tarot or a mark-
On hand, in my hand in a calmest park,
Will I have a soul in my ark?
Unlikely, Impossible and I’m off the mark,
Like anything I plan, but I still lark,
I believe in the Spiritual Spi-Fi I hark,
That He’ll sieve me to my spark,
Life’ll devour us like a shark,
Passion-Devotion with implicit caution,
Within the Spirolution-the spiritual evolution,
A mix of mystic master equation,
n a master with mystic emotion,
n the mates with mathematic mission,
Quite eligible myself, Gosh, n!
This is the hell in the heaven as one!
What do I still miss, a promotion?
Now I’ve to admit,
This what I do is explore-, n sit,
The Occult A-rated, that’s it,
That’s what takes to make all lit,
All alit, all alit…

Give it up,.. Above!

I give it a luck n some hard-work,
I try to find if I really give a f*ck to what I buck,
Life is so unreal now after all the real m*ck,
And I still don’t have a shmuck to s*ck!
But I still give it up, above..!

Boy, I don’t have a friend and dear,
The jargon simple is to me so clear,
But I don’t think it’s worth a peer n beer,
yet,
And I’m set to get a paper and/or a queer,
I still give it up, above!

Hah,  I know I’m not one to commit,
When I don’t see a fit,
But there are so many fit that hit,
n I can’t just sit,
I give it up, above!

It’s a mesh thru which I bow,
It’s a mess with real order, wow!
But I need a true flesh with true soul, now…
I know al’ll have it somehow,
I give it up n above…