Ichi Katauta: “First Value: Love of Closure”
harlequin stage, left
vibrance peels a tapestry
the wilted absolved its grounds
Ni Katauta: “Second Value: Love of Survival”
squirrels store the scavenged
empty nests v-shapes southward
healthy surrenders the weak
Sedokada: “Sixth Evaluation: Love of Perpetuity"
bunnies graced the moles
foxes leap at the snowbound
bears, closeted in caverns
finesse touch canvassed
barren wastelands abiding
instants of sunlight’s promise
In hiding that women are locked outside of california's democracy we are not the same
Present has no further tense to be meaningful is to be regarded as dis-wanted
The past tensing of crime upon a woman’s singular right to pass…….
This is a bearing which cannot be prevented from demand of answer
As to why and whom has allowed this to transpire
Concern and Certainty are appointed as law during these transgressions
Certainty does not to exist as fault is currently attempting to be absolved
There is no legal means for this function in the universe
Physics commands the mortal physique and as such we must itemize a budget
From the parameters of physics not to accost the day
Sunlight provides all manners of energy on earth
No hearing is need to destroy the present
Time has lapsed for celebration
The enmity clause is called for in euphemistic disregard of payment
Payment for services rendered
Tax has been liened farther than constitution can hold
The back pay of motel keys is due forthwith in thousand oaks california
To private citizens who have endured unendable slander and liable upon there house
They called it progress
But the last time I checked
Progress can't exist without justice
Especially when we still can't breathe even in the afterlife
But we will always scream
No justice, no peace
We can't be silenced
Even if we have to use violence
You see the politicians using our graves
To boost their campaigns
'Forgetting' to mention our names
Then Simultaneously putting the blame
On us to reclaim
The narrative that we brought it on ourselves and say what a shame
All part of their sick and twisted games
Their fake sympathy
Is their way of being absolved from accountability
So they don't have to give an apology
But now they can create an anti black policy
For a country built off of slavery
Can't you see the irony
America claims its a democracy
A place where they claim you get treated equally
But really it's a place full of hypocrisy
Where democracy is for white people only
Flit and dance from flower to flower
Gossamer wings of printed art
Rapturous beauty overpowers
Instilling warmth in my beating heart.
Bold against the drab grey surround
You float unencumbered, light and free
A picture bursting with life expounds
If only you could be with me.
Save me from this boring day
Let me join on you on the wing,
To feel the freedom without dismay
Unshackled and absolved of sin.
Social butterfly, faerie infatuation deep
My heart and soul are yours to keep.
Beings of the mysterious light of creation appear on Earth
As the children of the universe, however,
Their skin colour differs, their hair texture is not same
Their lifestyle gets formed by their country of birth
Yet, the same blood runs in their veins
And they have in them,
The same desire to attain the mysterious light
From which they have all originated!
The paths they have to walk on are same;
They all need to find the means to survive
In a realm of temporariness which only serves
As an opportunity to atone for their previous sins
And to pray to be absolved of these
So as to be rewarded of an existence
In some place which the human eyes cannot perceive!
Yet, the stay in the realm of temporariness
Remains challenging as the children of light
Are subjected to the tests of maintaining
Their lives peaceful through the virtue of
Having tolerance for each other's differences
So much that having their flag on a piece of land
Has become the cause of ruthless violence
Which douses off their faith in the source of light!
Watching all this, the universe cries, as it only wanted
To see its children laughing while playing with each other!
[I entered this in "Choose a 2025 posted poem" by Brian Strand which was judged on 1/11/2025 at 10:45am. Thank you!]
[ “Everybody deserves a second chance!” ]
Within my existence, I’ve been burdened with low esteem
I was entangled within the ‘unconditional forgiveness’ cycle
To know my worth seemed like a mere dream
My forgiving being? My confidence had no survival
I was perpetually wronged throughout my life
Yet I pardoned those who wounded my being
Whenever I was met with strife
I absolved, my worth I was overseeing
But you’ve hurt me, beyond repair
And I know that for a fact
You shattered my conceptions, but now I’m aware
You can’t keep up this stupid act
Your expression twists into feign hurt
So fake it makes me want to laugh
You’re an idiot if you think I’m not alert
It’s too late for apologies on your behalf!
Destroy the peace
Screw the past push-over me!
Because of you, I feel my worth has decreased
You don’t deserve me, I know you agree
You’re frivolous, your words I won’t allow
So I’ll be fair, I will take this vow
You “want” to stay within my life, you ask how
It’s simple!
Face me now.
The Empty Space Between the Stars 10-24-24 Inspired by Aurora Borealis by Frederic Edwin Church
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The Empty Space Between the Stars
Aurora dances in empty space
Breathing legacies of star dust -
Charging solar bubbles of atoms
Seek reunion
With blasted bits of spangled astral Edens.
Spirits of abandoned ancestors
Twirl
Spiraling hydrogen kaleidoscopes
Cloaked in legend,
Between celestial glories, storming matter plasmas
Seek reunion with voyagers.
Emptiness absolved from desolation
In scarlet phantoms electrified
In stampedes of crimson rose
Wearing neon cloaks
Chartreuse winks at Orion
Launched into the space between…
Fragile resolve aspires
to capture the residual rainbow,
weaves the lattice of life
with spectral ribbons,
turns into a self-destructive
psychosis syndrome
that fails to fling
the insane illusion
in the cloud of dreams,
for it has hypnotic leverage
on the mind,
mangled by
s t o r m.
Wedged by the splitting bevel
of slashing time,
the frail fragments of failure
get lacerated from life,
scatter on the path
to the rainbow,
yet untraveled,
meanders marooned
in debris of derelict dreams,
disappear down the deep sinkhole
of dusky oblivion.
In lucent mystique mind,
transmuting thoughts
flash on
ebony emotions.
Absolved of self-qualm
psychic crystal sparkles
in sense stars’ aurora flare,
traces the prime trajectory
from the cosmic soul’s
nebulous abyss,
within.
In the mesmeric meadow
of the inner topography,
seraphic shadows dance mystified
with gorgeous sequined glitter
of the sensuous stardust
in the tune of
buoyant bliss.
The discernment mindscape
makes the montage
of the existential rainbow,
d i s m a n t l e d.
lucent mind mystique
transmuting thoughts flashes on
ebon emotions
Absolved of self-qualm
psychic crystal sparkles bright
sense stars’ flare aura,
tracing prime trajectory
from cosmic soul’s vague abyss.
From the mesmeric meadow the mystified shadows shift,
sequined gorgeous glitter of seraphic stardust spreads buoyant bliss,
the discernment mindscape absorbs the existence halo.
Poem forms : Stanza 1-Senryu, Stanza 2-Tanka, Stanza 3-Sijo
I praise you God for all in which you live,
evolving in creation so diverse.
I meet you Jesus in the Gospel texts
uplifting those whom most of us reject.
I love you Christ through all in whom you dwell,
thankful that in me you also find a home.
Lamenting how mankind has messed up life
I feel remorse. I too have fallen short.
And where your Spirit lives you bear the hurt.
Show me mercy that I may be absolved,
be blessed with grace to grow in faithfulness.
Though my will is weak your narrow way I seek.
Come Holy Spirit be my strength and guide.
Inspire me with your love, your joy, your peace:
- to show your love as I attend to need;
- to share in prayer at night for those in pain;
- to spread your peace in how I speak and act;
- express your joy within relatedness.
As I contemplate the wonders you create,
in which your glory shows for all to praise,
you call us to conserve all loveliness.
God eternal, when at last I'm laid to rest,
rapt within the three-in-one may I be blessed.
Coming Out
Comfort and meaning can be found
In the draping of rainbow flags
And the joyous stupor of marching
Alongside understanding strangers.
Absolved of the sin of lying,
She now stands free.
A new kind of love blooms within her,
Big as a bright yellow sunflower
And purer than Alpine snow.
Anxiety
Breathe in, breathe out.
The crawling of the skin is real,
Repelled by the way
Prying eyes touch and poke and prod.
Even if nobody stares, everybody stares.
Breathe in, breathe in.
If she breathes out the skin will crawl again.
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in,
And hold.
Depression
No difference now
Between her lifeless, shallow-breathing visage
And the stains on the walls
Left behind by negligence.
Tired eyes follow ticking time
As it slips right by her,
Through the crack in the window
And into the cacophony
Of urban joy beyond.
Its just me, I Can’t be still.
You gotta understand I Never will.
There’s a need to roam,
But I will keep coming home.
Deep in my soul while I travel,
I have to be free, thoughts unravel.
Crazy thoughts, being free.
It’s really me, so release me.
Bright sun in the world outside.
So never will I need to hide.
Lord, oh Spirit in the sky.
Unleash my chains, please don’t deny.
Always wandering I’m a solitary man.
No, I will never lose who I am.
Greif is part of me, fear can attack.
Solid I will stay, I won’t look back.
I was born, all the fear is gone.
Wanderlust inside me I can carry on.
Nothin shallow, feeling strong.
Through the glass to sing my song.
Wanderlust day and all night long.
I cast my shadow being strong I must.
Through the window its left in the dust.
The remnants of my sorrow.
It will be all clear tomorrow.
Like a tumble weed I will travel on.
Yes now all fear is absolved and gone.
Left behind discarded in the dust.
Now just me and my wanderlust.
Owing a debt
you can never repay
Beatitudes leveraged
salvation in play
Moments beholden
to all that’s to come
Providence calling
in voices unsung
Eternally liable
the invoice sublime
Whose terms reverential
the bursar Divine
The wings of an angel
the wings of a dove
In debt to forgiveness
—absolved from above
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
I have almost absolved myself from
causing all that emotional mayhem
that a youthful spirit engages upon
not having yet acclimatized itself at all.
Was it my fault if all those
hormone-ridden relationships,
all those peers of mine
that bought only a fake copy of me,
an unedited work in progress
now look back in anger?
Now of course I am acclimatized
to my personal environment,
acclimatized and stabilized
in that cramped, now and again
state of imperfection
most of us aim for.
Nevertheless:-
caveat emptor.
Each time ringer sounds a bell
He has something big to tell;
Like driver who honks horn
And just few ears would it scorn…
News from Bell as from Horn sharp:
Messages on which lips harp;
A bell gets all men involved,
Sins of lateness not absolved;
Cars’ horns say you could be crushed,
Survivors to doctors rushed!
Each time hitter strikes a bell
Things well might turn to hell:
Fast actions to leave one’s shell
To prevent yells of “Oh! Hell!”
Soldiers’ Horns for Approved Wars,
Bells of churches to change whores.
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