To the layman’s unlearned eye,
Parliment is just another cigarette
To I, the educated expert its an extension
Its a bayonet with the mouth of a
cannon
A filter’s recession made with such
adaptive intention
Dab the divot in the pile of Columbian snow
Raise it like a glass to any curious biff
Just a sniff, a bumpskie, a twitch of the nose
Fireworks in the membrane and off they go
Under the cloud of cigarette smoke, the expert walks
a road of elation for eight minutes or so
Those days have been behind me for a number of years
and no matter how often i say cocaine is an unremarkable drug
As I was a conisseur of hypnotics and downers
the memories of explosive speed and dread and fear
Yet some are so comforting, when I see a Parliment
my eye allows the escape of one yearning tear
"In the frozen depths of the Arctic Ocean lies a strong, silent beauty~a majestic reminder that true splendor often resides in the calmest of realms." Quote by the poet
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Under the quiet, watchful skies,
I'm the Arctic Ocean, frigid~
a queen in a garment of ice.
I adorn the night with brilliant colors,
ribbons of emerald and amethyst~
the aurora borealis, my heavenly crown.
I cradle the narwhals, unicorns of the sea,
their spiraled horns tell tales lost to time
while they dance in my currents, a silent ballet.
My heart, a mysterious sea of secrets old.
Hidden within my deep trenches,
are mammoth bones and vanished Viking ships.
I'm the graveyard of deceased explorers,
their dreams softly buried within my chilly depths.
Polar bears are my knights in this cold land,
walking across my splendorous shoreline
protecting my vulnerable, majestic world.
I am the Arctic Ocean, adaptive and strong~
my icy winds echo of survival
beneath the captivating midnight sun.
I HEAR THE RUMBLING OF LIFE ECHO LIKE A THUNDERSTORM AS IT TREMBLES THE GROUND UNDERNEATH ME.
THE SMELL OF FRESH RAINWATER IN THE AIR IS INTOXICATING, AND THE SOUND OF THE POORING RAIN SOOTHES MY SOUL.
THE DEDICATION AND ATTENTION TO DETAIL THAT GOD HAS FABRICATED WITH NATURE IS A MASTERPIECE, AND TAKING IN ALL THIS BEAUTY GIVES ME A MODICUM OF PEACE.
WHAT WOULD LIFE BE WITHOUT ITS BEAUTY AND ALLURE AND THE QUEST FOR PEACE AND FULLFILMENT?
PART OF THE JOURNEY IS ABOUT THE DIFFERENT SEASONS AND THE WEATHER THAT COMES WITH THEM.
EVERY EXPERIENCE CULTIVATES A BETTER VERSION OF MYSELF, SO WHEN THE SEASONS CHANGE, I'M MORE ADAPTIVE TO THEM.
I am gonna moult
Says Paradigm
What is right rhyme
To paradigm
The prime
The crime
The dime
The time
The paradigm
I am moulting logic anytime
Says paradigm
Beware and prepare
Loosing the specifics
And if being fair
These aren't the real friends of yours
As time on platforms you do spare
Posterity
Descendant generation
This my Intelligence the Station
Is written for inquiring minds
But not adaptive
Contrary to nature
These are not the peeling
There are rinds
There is something really wrong
In human mechanisms
Of the submitting to the given
Thus those who responsible for this
In fact, in truth, can never be forgiven
Thus, fix the tolerance of yours
As real Judgment
Leaves no the reminder
To remorse
Minds stratify in webbed design
In lone life’s strata snares align
Psychic slide patterns ratify
In webbed design minds stratify
Within mind’s wares dark secrets hide
Patterns ratify psychic slide
Deep silence cold mind never shares
Dark secrets hide within mind’s wares
I’m a captive within my fold
Mind never shares deep silence cold
In shell I can’t be adaptive
Within my fold I’m a captive
It’s always me when I excel
I can’t be adaptive in shell
In the pursuit of ecstasy
When I excel it’s always me
Minds stratify in webbed design.
In lone life’s strata snares align,
make psychic patterns unify.
In webbed design minds stratify.
In mind’s layers dark secrets hide;
prying can’t find from world outside.
Restrained silent mind never cares,
dark secrets hide in mind’s layers.
I’m a captive of my making,
see known faces fast receding.
In shell I can’t be adaptive
of my making, I’m a captive.
It’s only me I always see.
Mirage escorts my heart in glee
to oasis of ecstasy.
I always see it’s only me.
EXPLANATION
emergence
of the new
measured
identically
throughout
flowing
eloquent
consistently
maintained
popular&
immediately
influential
&
endowed
movement
pervasive
ambiguously
adaptive
in
fractual
disruption
emerging
to surface
in
antithesis
of
three dimensions
To be further complete
it is dramatically necessary
captivating essence,
present hope,
adaptive ethics,
constant criticism,
coherent strength,
superconscious love,
wise life...
without that we are
practically incapacitated
to live joyfully...!
Senses externalised, we’re held captive
by myriad forms of fear and desire
and so unless presence is adaptive,
bemused by illusions, it will soon tire
in pursuit of objects it would acquire.
This recognition for us is enough
to shift into calm, exiting seas rough,
whereupon soul’s freedom is ours to claim,
making easy challenges, that seemed tough,
drenched in love and light, in our life’s end game.
03-Feb-2023
The time to be happy is now
For the task unto which my pledge bow
Has given me enough motive
To be up to its crack; adaptive
Growing up effective means through
Its affirmative defenses view
How else would confirmation sign
The awaited supervised deadline
The place to be happy is here
Holding unto peaceful atmosphere
Studying promotes duality:
A setting of class formality
What call to duty checks often
To promote the upcoming Aaron
Before Moses free departure
To lead on others as an archer
The way to be happy is to
Make others happy ou of the blue
Providing clues to clueless mind
For none to go astray or grow blind
Like fools give up at ease on hope
Not sure if trying would help them cope
Off its impossibility
Worship inevitability
I have got a little heaven
Smart OYO-MESI in their seven
Overnight switching codes for peace
Disturbing minds' growths to be at ease
As joyfully as emotions
Running moving streams to form oceans
Unbearable cross then lightened
Amidst schedules for dream so tightened.
I’ve finally come home from my island
I don’t remember life bein’ this hard
I’m a castaway who never saw no ship
I’m a prisoner who never entered the yard
Who will take me in
Back to their civilization?
I’ve been ringin’ on doorbells, lookin’ in boxes
Checkin’ for a sign of love
The masters had it in for me
So I prayed to the masters above
That somebody take me in
Into their civilization
What am I really?
Who am I truly?
Where do I fit in?
With my problems all solved
I guess I’m evolved
Adaptive and reactive
In civilization
They came for me on my island
But I didn’t really wanna be saved
Amid the icicles of self-reliance,
Let me carve out my home in a cave
Who will take me in
Back to their civilization?
Autumn has come and the golden sun
Which shines in the garden today
Is gentler now, and a walk will allow
Without making us all melt away
In August, it was scorching and blazing
A furnace is mild in compare
Now it's warmth is a joy and amazing
This day is so pleasant and fair
In summer I felt like a captive
From the house we would jump in the car
We really weren't feeling adaptive
In 110 degree heat...can't stroll far
October has come, and we praise God
The summer is gone, we're so glad
Now over the garden and backyard I trod
With my children, and their precious dad
MIRACLE OF BEAUTY
Your visage glittered
Not as for those who filtered.
It glittered in wisdom,
Not in random.
You glittered like a gold
Looks like a bold.
Your cheeks are rosy,
Your motives became dizzy.
The dizzy of cuteness
That is termed as freshness.
You smiled in solitude
Not in longitude.
You adorned yourself
Cladding yourself.
Looks like a moon's fleck
In applied red lip stick.
Your eyes are so attractive
Highly adaptive
Cute and charming.
Love and caring.
She says: "I don't see you as disabled."
Tommy Adaptive —
a parishioner sexualizes
my Sunday best
Sometimes I wonder about you
Since you decided to move on
It took a lot of time for me
To accept, you were really gone
I made you laugh, I eased your pain
I did all I could think to do
You chose a bully over me
And your fathers money too!
I can't love and then forget
But a heart is so adaptive
To dull the pain of what was lost
That which, held my heart captive
You were what I loved the most
Then I found my true connection
Life runs so much more smoothly
Moving in the same direction!
I once thought it impossible
That I'd be over you at all
But now you're just a post it note
On my minds, past memory wall!
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