Ambiguously Poems

Explanation

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

Enlightened Souls

Colours swirling ambiguously bound, 

Exploring the many that I have found. 

Enlightened souls with thoughts of wonder, 

Creating new worlds in which to ponder.

Yin and Yang

Ambiguously the two exist as one, 

Sustaining each other in harmony. 

Fortuitously they come and they go, 

Lost and found, they’re wrapped around. 

Light with darkness; darkness with light, 

The balance seen by the naked eye. 

All things moving within their own orbit, 

No directions are known in time and space. 

Chaotically they dance in rhythm and rhyme, 

Energetically they burst through all universes. 

Cosmetically appealing from their first dimension, 

Spreading their wings over all things. 

Filling the void with a voice of reason, 

The dragon breath that once gave life, 

To the eggs of creation, the twins alike, 

Carries forth the knowledge and wisdom.

Regenerative Culture

Good and active healthy thoughts
produce and reflect
left-brain regenerative labels,

Bad and entropic death of feelings
effect and affect 
left brain degenerating labels,

In-between
ambiguously left brain
and ambidextrously right brain
not not generate,
still actively ruminating.

Positive enlightened life,
Negative disempowered death,
Not not in-between these Yangs and Yins
all binomial egocenters
and ecosystems
positively regenerate restorative thoughts
and negatively degenerate retributive feelings

Creolizing
Transubstantiating
sacred in-between Paradise
and Hell,
Heaven
and Earth,
compassionate communication
and demonic debating demagogue experience,
healthy ecological thoughts
and punishing felt theological enculturation
sensation
energy

Healthy democratic communion
and pathologically autocratic disunion,
sacred resonance
and secularizing 
segregating dissonance.

Auspicious Superstitions

What are differences
and similarities
between suspicion
and superstition?

One seems rooted in natural
and sinister
causes.

The other in spiritual
and ambiguous
pauses
and becauses.

Although suspicion
could be about grace,
causes of anonymous compassion,
yet of a physical
and natural
curious source--

Probably not metaphysically
spiritually
resourced.

Whether suspicions
and superstitions
are of negative
or positive
or ambiguously unsettled intent,
may have more to do with what we can hold
and invite
with an open hand
and mind

Than what we feel we must grasp
and autonomously own;
extract from living Earth 
for mere ego-serving purposes.

What differences
and similarities
co-arise
between anxiety
and anticipation?

What are differences
and similarities
between being a spoke
and becoming an integral part
of a revolutionary wheel
revisioning 20/20 climate climax

An ambiguous
tipping pointed 
and yet well-rounded 
grounded health legend
for global regenerations
of wealthy superstitions.

Note To Behavioral Therapists

Because my own behavioral issues,
and my own public political and economic issues,
follow my own vocal trauma communication concerns
and bad-health memories,

It seems my most effective management therapies
usually begin more cooperatively
more quietly spoken in vocal kindness,
and then move on to behavioral mindfulness
to focus on expressing active compassion,
as needed
and invited,
verbally and non-verbally.

If I can leftbrain need to articulate cooperative intent
and rightbrain feel compassionately active hope,
then healthier integral behaviors tend to follow
by seeking co-acclimation
in-between these self/other needs with co-arising feelings
affluently/effluently communing.

I do not conclude
from these experiences and memories
that behavioral therapies are misguided
or misdirected.

But, I do both want and feel
behaviors are non-verbally and verbally communicated,
with or without aggressive competitive intent,
and usually somewhere ambiguously in-between
interdependence and fragmentation,
regenerative and degenerating investments
spent and dynamically returning.

In the Moment

I get lost in the moment watching and reading about certain mysteries
48 hours is a particular show where I feel like I'm at the crime scene
and the head line news on the tube and especially the internet
where the facts don't always add up is the ones I cannot forget

Especially the ones where they say no foul play was involved
the case was opened and closed so fast they quickly say its solved
claiming the case is a suicide I try to be a sleuth like Columbo
where red flags go up in my mind and there's more I need to know

Combing and pouring over the few clues I end up scratching my head
and wonder why these were the only facts the public was fed
where you know there are holes in the story and its still a mystery
frustrated you try to let it go thinking ambiguously

In my mind I try to see exactly what happened that fateful day
who the victim was, their circumstances, and if there was foul play
specifically the cases where the victim had suddenly disappeared
turning up dead weeks later in a remote spot as we had all feared

This murder mystery moment arouses my inner curiosity
an amateur sleuth searching for answers that finally satisfies me.

6-10-18

Ambiguous

My dress is either black or brown;
I really am not sure.
It’s covered, too, in polka dots,
A part of its allure.

When choosing shoes and jewelry
To match, I go with brown,
A choice I reaffirm in mirrors
Or when looking down.

Yet once I noticed someone else
Who wore the dress as well.
Her shoes were black and yes, it matched,
As far as I could tell.

I’ve had this problem just this once
But what it’s clarified
Is next time I won’t buy a dress
Ambiguously dyed.

Drug Culture

This what would happen in an alternate Universe
Many things would be different and oceans dispersed.
There's no such thing as hunger, water or air.
Because everyone's a vapor without any care.
C	
We float around ambiguously trying to speak
Listening to the sounds of the impermeable weak
No one told you about this project ongoing
It's called X gene, selfless absorbing 
R
It turns you into a gene pooled blob
Alters your DNA and pops your corn cob
Making popcorn with your soul 
Seemingly making you whole.
A
This is what happens when you take too much
Your brain will end up on the sidewalk and such
Basically you won't ever come back
From smoking and smoking that god awful crack.
C
Drugs are bad mmkay
This what I say
K
Stay in drugs, go to milk and don't do school. 
See what happens, now who’s the fool?

Anyone annotates astutely astounds
But baby bounces ballistic-ally brags
Can catching crazy come coining creativeness?

Loneliness

LONELINESS

muted sound of TV creeping through
emaciated walls
thoughts reflecting drift distancing
solitudes seclusion
choosing to fade the day away in
reclusive isolation

I contemplate our separate lives
your wrecking ball in rage survives


bury all love in faded world-weary
worn- out dreams
ambiguously vague swallowing
alcohol
doubt exhumes diamonds in the dirt
of neat rows

I contemplate our separate lives
your wrecking ball in rage survives

slowly buried under all these
words and lines
hiding and healing hollow void
empty spaces
muted voice of numbed emotion
emaciated falls

I contemplate our separate lives
your wrecking ball in rage survive



© Kim van Breda—5 August 2014

Ambiguously Masking Words

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                    Ambiguously 
                         yesss 
                        I have
              without compunction
                      hid wordz
                         from
              a small sum of soulz
                        cauzing
      difficulty deciphering their milieu
  
           I did hide even the flower'z
bursting forth before mine eyne each Spring 
                           yes
            the Spring flower's finding 
                        the glow
             deep within mine globes
     eager to please mine cerebral's eyne

                          yesss 
                       with ease
                         so did
                             i

Little Feet

They never walked Earth's crusted back,
Carried but a while then coldly denied,
But these little feet make big tracks,
On paths whereby humanity is tried.

Only revelation will show the narrow road not taken,
All the prophets, saints and saviors forsaken.
They never walked Earth's crusted back,
But these little feet make big tracks.

Licentious laws lacking spiritual lights,
Bought by jargon jingoes claiming pseudo rights,
Allow doctors to quietly crush the frightened innocent skulls, 
And break the little bent backs, of babes whom parents cull.

Surreptitious organizations sired by Legion and conceived in greed,
Ambiguously cite Philanthropy, touting Lucifer's malignant seed,
So these prophets and saviors may never walk Earth's crusted back,
Nevertheless, these little martyred feet... make big tracks.

One million aborted per year in the U.S. since nineteen seventy three,
In the land of the licentious, certainly not the free.
They never walked Earth's crusted back,
But these little feet leave big tracks......

My Life In the Letter "a" Dedicated To My Mary

Auspiciously, Authentic
Artificial, Ateller
Artistic, Author
Astutely, Aware
Astronomically, Astounding
Arrogantly, Aroused
Argumentative, American
****, Authority
Apostolic, Action
Anglo-phonic, Anglican
Ambiguously, Ambidextrous
All around, Affectionate
Absolutely, Adament
Abiding, Ability
Arranging, Alphabetically




   I had to try this for my Mary, How did I do Honey?

....Weep Not

The risk added excitement at the time, 
Admittedly a conscious decision was made to commit a crime.
Not yielding to ethical thought, 
Reluctant to believe that the transgression would be caught.
Self-assured I say ....weep not.

Disjoining, conviction, and separation of family,
Sustaining the ability to hold on to sanity.
Not inclined to allow the flowage to over run, 
Conceding to the occurrence; as the moon to the sun.
Ambiguously I say ...weep not.

Stepping into a cement six by six,
The grey and white walls suffocating, as my eyes become fixed.
Stretching out on a narrow bank, hands cradling my head,
Paralyzed with deep immersed reflection of pending dread.
Actuality I say ...weep not. 

Releasing feelings of being maltreated after death,
The seasonal matter has been put to rest.
A moral discretion occurred but I am still alive,
To conquer over an erroneous deviation, I thrive. 
Subsequently I say ...weep not. 


 @ Tunisia Torres
2/2/2009

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