Badinerie

Déjà Vu

Odyssey Of Love
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Badinerie

'Quickly we forget the things we love.
Living the long days in a short life.
Searching for passion,
the tears of emotion fill our eyes.
Our vision, distorted,
blurred by our desires.
In the end we will find,
a single moment of peace,
tying together all the love in our lives.

There is a beauty that lies
within a single moment.
We spend most of our lives
searching for and reminiscing about
time that we cannot hold on to.
Rarely recaptured,
our brief tranquility.

Maharishi Déjà Vu

Meditation Level Déjà Vu
Love The Journey
Erotica The Journey

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Children of Passion

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Children of Passion

Children of the night,
adorned with darkness
in the light of day,
abandoned by humanity,
unnoticed by the multitudes,
scourged with lovelessness,
an abomination to the children of day.

Children of the night,
why do they have a heart?
But for no other reason, to bear sorrow;
but for no other purpose than to know pain.
to be tied to the whipping post,
love running out of their wounds,
to amuse the children of perfection.

Children of the abyss
kissed by the night,
cursed by the day,
unnoticed in the noon day sun,
invisible to the eyes of those who covet;
undesired by the beautiful and the inspired
children of  jaded splendor.

Children of the abuse,
labeled as damaged goods,
are they to be excluded
from affection and love?
To love one, you must be one
to know the deep love that they share;
children of passion.

Maharishi Déjà Vu

Meditation Level Déjà Vu
Love The Journey
Love Of Ulysses

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Quarter To Three

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Quarter To Three

For Ulysses & Elyse

Saturday as we often do,
It’s the middle sister’s birthday,
Valentine's Day, too.
Out on the town
Little Daddy and me,
If you could only remember 
Quarter to three.


Long stem roses in your hand
To visit Mama with me.
As you would guess,
the roses were three.


Handmade truffles in hearts,
chocolatized pretzels,
hot chocolate at two.
Big Daddy and little Daddy,
as you would guess,
the chocolate covered pretzels
were two.


Big Daddy sang songs
About you, about me,
Cruising the city,
playing the town,
singing happy birthday sister Elyse,
Then to you, Ulysses,
happy birthday to me.


Learning and laughing 
exploring the day.
Finding the man in you 
in the child that’s in me.
If some day you remember
It was quarter to three.


In the rear view mirror
in the setting sun,
little eyes slowly sleepy,
Asleep as we make home.
Your head rest upon my shoulder,
carried up the stairs;
peace, trust, tranquility.


I wonder if you will remember
my kiss upon your face.
Without a care,
In the free.
I can’t help to wonder,
You remembering me.


As I remember you,
it’s now quarter to four,
but you're "quarter to three".
I write this for you
to remember, 
love.

Maharishi Déjà Vu

Meditation Level Déjà Vu
Love The Journey
Love Of Ulysses

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A Part Of You

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A Part Of You

I saw the light,
shining in your eyes.
As you turned to look at me,
there was a flash that went 
through my life.
It's impressed 
upon
my 
memory.
It was as if, 
in that moment,
God had passed 
between us.
In the mirror
of your gaze 
there was an echo 
through my soul.
In the light, 
gleaming from the spirit 
within you, I could
see myself.
It was like someone
lit a candle 
in front of me.
It burns within my heart.
The light I saw is 
a part of me.

Maharishi Déjà Vu

Meditation Level Déjà Vu
Odyssey The Gypsy
China The Odyssey

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City Of Reprieve

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City Of Reprieve

City of life, city of death,
a city of reprieve between them.
City of life, the city of Penn,
a reprieve from death in the city of Jefferson.
A gift a prophetic vision in time,
darkness focused into a narrow beam,
dilating the black retinas of my eyes,
a window of day with the night seeping in.

I stop to sit in the twilight,
in the old colonial downtown opened-air mall.
A secret place that these two cities share.
I am frozen in a moment of time,
my mind is split like an atom,
alive in two separate places,
in two separate times of my life
at the same time,
beyond Déjà Vu.
The same bench, the same season,
a summer day in the middle of winter.
Siamese twins
their cobblestone and bricked streets,
the heart of two cities.
Half my life has passed, yet in this moment
I am sure I never left, though many years have passed.
I know without a doubt you are out there, too, waiting.
In the city of reprieve you are there,
so many times we have passed, unknowingly,
the city we share in our hearts
in the secret emotional longing of our minds.
I am sure we do the same things,
walking into the Asian furniture shops,
stopping for a mocha or a cappuccino, compellingly.
Soul mates, my secret sister twin, unnoticed
by the multitudes,
a light of kindness, wisdom, and sensuality,
aloof amidst those who cannot perceive
the karma of our distant waiting love.
love of reprieve, awaiting,
touching our hearts, simultaneously,
breaking the reason of time, liberatingly.
A flood overwhelming our exile of obscurity, unnoticed,
in a massive ocean of self-centered society.
We have not seen the city of death.
The city of reprieve we share,
the vision of your life lives on in me,
my sweet angel,
we will one day meet there.

Maharishi Déjà Vu

Meditation Level Déjà Vu
Odyssey The Gypsy
China The Odyssey

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Red October Maples in November

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Red October Maples in November
For Elyse

In the distance 
I could hear the auctioneer chanting,
it began softly in the distance,
rolling words above the wind.
When did he begin?
Did he know he was selling away
the pieces of my heart?

Ravens and crows were talking today,
they were those who were bidding,
they were bidding with
my sorrows, tears and fears.
In that moment I could feel the seasons change.

The dead leaves on the plants in the vegetable garden
hung limp from the freeze.
It was apparent that I would hunger 
for the freshness of their yield.

Perhaps my heart too
had been touched by the frost
of love leaving and love lost
love turned to limp leaves
withering away
love that turned bitter
and a love going away.

A raven came to me.
The auction had ended.
He was the bidder who purchased.
He would be my new friend.
Some how I know my life
Would never be the same

Maharishi Déjà Vu

Meditation Level Déjà Vu
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Sunrise Of The Gypsy

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Secret Mind

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Secret Mind 

Enter the Secret Mind, it’ll unlock all the cares of you.
I wrote the story in matrix code,
Every word inside a word, is part of a word,
They contain a world, inside a word, hidden by the obvious word.
Make sure you read them in a mirror.
Ascending
Like rain,
Moving 
Like sunlight,
Rolling 
like leaves slowly 
in cyclonic wind,
Pivoting the universe,
Turning 
the key 
of your mind,
So deep
Let go of the tension and frustration
In the river of you mind.
The river flows to the secret place inside of you, 
the innermost self of you,
Unsuppressed by humanity, it is the sanity of “You”.
“You” is the Karma of “I”,
The I that is the mind’s eye of self;
Outlawed words,
Hidden in the code of you,
Revealed enlightenment set into motion;
Ascending
Like rain,
Moving 
Like sunlight,
Rolling 
like leaves slowly 
in cyclonic wind,
Turning 
the key;
Secret Mind.

Maharishi Déjà Vu

Meditation Level Déjà Vu
Odyssey The Gypsy
Sunrise Of The Gypsy

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