There once was a mind in despair
That judged the world harsh and unfair
Through trauma and grief
It rejected belief
Yet still cried for justice and care
If feelings alone lead the way
(They shift with the night and the day)
So whose mind should decide
What is wrong, what’s right
When emotions can darken or sway?
To measure the good and the true
A Standard must stand over you
Not anger’s demand
Nor a wavering hand
But a Judge who is righteous all through
Some say God’s a wish of the brain
A child’s projectionism, lain
But Freud could not see
Every soul that would be
So his claim is arbitrarily plain
The proof then is pressed in reply
Deny Him and reason runs dry
For worldviews opposed
Leave foundations exposed
And collapse when their claims reach the sky
Resolution:
This one faith puts Jehovah on high
(So cling to Him while He is nigh)
And Its book makes a claim
That without Him, disdain
With an ambivalent heavy sigh
Here's my cant hear me rant...
these are not a few of my favourite things
as it makes those who say them
sound like ding-a-lings
when people preface each sentence with 'So'
respond 'That's a very good question'
in reply to my query
or consistenly repeat the words 'You know'
and 'Like' inserted arbitrarily
in every other expressed
phrase unnecessarily
leaves me thinking 'Similar to?'
then instead of 'Hello'
to others they are meeting
whether friends or strangers
think 'Hey' an acceptable greeting
yet in the English language
it's really quite the shift
when they lift a verb from a noun
one such example being 'Gift'
Illusion
This inferno of passion
This wildly blazing
Flame everlasting
Unconditional love
Catches fire burns up
The space around
Two actors stay on stage
Just me and you
And the world
Is rotting to the ground
All bridges whipped out
By red- hot firestorm
And all chains broken
While handcuffed forever
In the silence of us
In the prison of
Our melted hearts
United in unyielding fortress
It’s arbitrarily forbidden
But it’s real lust
Voluntarily imprisoned
In wanting more love
Life has surely broken me.
I’ve flunked out at Everything.
Why consider equally
When Options just desert Me?
Too grimed up, I cannot see
A single reason surfacing,
Hiding Places changing,
Constantly and arbitrarily,
Disappoint inevitably.
It only ends up baffle-ing
That the Ones who stuck by Me
Were No One and Nobody.
The Needed ones Abandoned me,
Never even wanted me.
Been let down by EveryOne
And 100% of Practically
All and and Every Single Thing,
Left for dead and wasting
To a husk of Me.
So what's the point,
Quite pointlessly,
When you will only
Start new things?
Old ones failing,
Interest lost and dropping,
Forcing hands repeatedly.
Home to pack a bag and leave,
All doors slammed resoundingly,
Locks all changed and shut to me.
Happy Endings Abruptly.
Don't care what you do to me.
Lost my sensitivity:
Burning hurts so painfully.
Once Angry scars
Protect My Heart
From all Hope,
Now lost to me.
It doesn’t hurt, just disappoints.
I have no mass, I’ve been disjoined,
Won’t shatter when you drop me.
All do eventually;
A mere eventuality,
Forgone Conclusively.
As dark canvas unfurls bit by bit
Randomly gulping down acrylic paints of dusk
To satisfy his own thirst, not for long, to sprawl
Into a magical cosmos - flapping his dark wings atop
Swirling soft fair clouds that rock and roll
Through gray-black, myriad dazzling stars so
Idyllic, and artistically spilt sparkling stardust
Charm the sky as if shiny pompoms and buttons;
Night sky lights up my gloomy mind:
In its artsy glory, I savour a tick of tranquil clock;
Glowing bright, stars and moon transmit rays of
Harmony. Aw! tiny drops of opals and diamonds
Thrown arbitrarily at pitch-dark canvas as if
Showcasing splash liquid art - so bright and brilliant;
Knitting a charcoal-black fabric of captivating stars and moon,
Yay! our night sky is shining, inspiring my bardic pupils.
Date: 01/13/2023
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Sponsor: Emile Pinet
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NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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I'm one of a trillion snowflakes, falling towards the earth
Unique in every perspective, arbitrarily shaped at birth
An individual on the wind, blowing sideways up and down
We bond gently as a family, to adopt a glistening gown
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With censure, the leading spirit communicates its highness.
And the eye arises a long way from the dull streets of weakness.
Further, the disjunction of space and my uneasiness.
An arousing statement that jeopardizes interval inertness.
Gently pick your dear heart's friend with tact and skillfulness.
Not all people's sore hearts are suitable for our genuine kindness.
Assuming the need to evaluate, arbitrarily pick your friendliness.
You merely relish times when you don't prefer dreadful loneliness.
Written: September 5, 2021
Why Mary Mary is being so contrary.
Her husband Larry joined the military.
His twin brother Barry married her twin sister. Carrie.
Perry and Jerry Stole Gary, her pet canary.
Sold him to Rosemary's Aviary and her primary adversary.
Due to her friend Sherry she lost her job at the dairy.
Town folk are on edge, they're very wary.
For when she's mad, Mary is arbitrarily scary!
Her reputation is evolutionary legendary.
Extraordinary! Only one to calm her is her brother Harry.
Fleeting notions of grandeur
flaring up intermittently
facilitating imaginative construction
feeding building blocks into cognitive designs
Previously dormant ideation
Arbitrarily forcing its way into consciousness
Reinvigorating long lost neural pathways
Resulting in a ripple effect that
creates and reconfigures chemical connections
The dawn of an ideology
Spawned from the reanimation
of historically prevailing perspectives
Re-branded substantively to fit context
The dismal derivative
of foregone philosophy
theatrically posing as genuine
but with a poorly drawn mask to cover its expression
When there is no light, where do shadows go
that they cannot be seen; how can I know?
And though shadows seemingly disappear,
that doen't mean that there is nothing to fear.
There are so many things I cannot see,
that arbitrarily influence me.
And as preposterous as this may sound,
their impact on me is often profound.
As emotional serpents poised to strike,
what do jealousy and envy look like?
And what of shame and unrequited love,
they oft feel like punishment from above.
How can intangible feelings hurt so
while causing such consternation and woe?
We're playing a gift exchange and playing it twice
Going to find out who’s naughty or nice”
Santa once could arbitrarily decide
Who to praise and who to deride
But tonight dirty dice gift grabs
Let see who will have the most dabs
We won’t be able tell at a glance
Choose well or consider the circumstance
Nothing is classified as right or wrong
There’s no need to sing an old xmas song
Once the naughty were as guilty as can be
Now they are merely victims of this xmas party
Dirty Dice is not fair
Just Roll them, they don’t care
It’s not about Naughty
It’s not about Nice
It’s just about rolling
the same number twice.
Where it gets crazy
is in the second half - then we see who gets dirty.
Listen and follow the rules
And see who ends up with all the jewels.
That were kept hidden for many years
A stocking full of coal no one need fear.
For this game will bring joy and cheers.
Let the game begin ---- and let not forget the beers.
When the first murder was committed
The weapon was useless
Knowing that the soul is what animates people
He started stabbing arbitrarily at his victim’s body
With the logic that the soul dwells throughout the body, he thought that with one gash the soul might seep out
But he didn’t succeed
Until a stab wound reached the victim’s heart
And that was the end
War is random stab wounds throughout the body of the nation
Unnecessary pain
The point of war is to get to the soul but it’s hard to find where the heart of the problem is
After all these years we still haven’t learnt from mankind’s first unforgivable sin
Arbitrarily
Apologetically
Apathetic
Sadness is a malfunction of the body.
Arbitrarily inactive, indifferent, indecent.
Under the layers. Find the light. The darkness is out of order
Saying love is like asking a random person
What happens after death?
Every theory is different, as well as the experiences.
Check in. You're not truly afraid.
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