Non- living world to hold hidden consciousness.
Under some favourable circumstances
asd suitable environ, life originated from non- living sources.
Started journey
through unicellular to multi -cellular organism
accommodating plant kingdom
and entering into animal world.
Process of evolution went on billions of years
very slowly and still going on under gradual refinement.
Realisation sprouting from intangible intuition
twined with cognitive impulsion
igniting dormant consciousness.
Conflagrating confluence of confusion
leading to path of enlightenment
breaking contour of ignorance
converging to consciousness.
Consciousness is capability of analytic judgement
overpowering 'selfishness, greed, malice
Strong sense of right and wrong,
confidence to count on justice.
supporting sanity and humanity.
Continuous evolution of consciousness running
excelling and refining to reach summit,
merging to supreme power.
Life Goes On--- I have finally stopped trying to figure life out, the lows and hows are not the reasons, I lost control, even when I was younger, my life just as bold. Now that I'm older everything that didn't make any sense was put on hold, as the clich'e says: " Life Goes On" I've tried to live asd close to what " Jesus" has instructed me to do. This is certainly the life in which " God " gave me, he's blessed me with brand new mercies each and everyday, I've be blessed to love and live in everyway, but, my greatest love that he's ever shown: My greatest gifts are my thhreee children, Salica, Brandon, Mark'us and they are still with me today, OK? so.... " I'm now like a dog chasing after a bone." yes, these are my greatest loves," " Life Goes On."
ASD
She lives in a world shared by a few,
An eager and precocious girl,
Thought she would cough, but then, she knew,
She lives in a world shared by a few,
Applied physics, she mouths, and laughs, phew!
Asked and we played, hop-scotch and twirl,
She lives in a world shared by a few,
An eager and precocious girl.
2019 August 29
*3rd Place*
Silence
~~Silent One
Once I sat, engaged and adorning
All my soul, within me humbling
My beauty, I could not awaken
What could there be, more purely forsaken
Eagerly I looked for the greatness
Eagerly I looked for perfection
Instead I uncover the sublimity
There I see the optimity
Your pure soul shining forth
Suddenly I know your worth
In the flaws, thru the pain
Yet not once do you complain
Always forward, ever striving
Nothing will stop you from thriving
Much I marveled at your pure soul
As the world took it's toll
Your smile would slip and disappear
You would become more austere
As the world around you changes
Like a thunderstorm, it rages
Yet your Innocence remains
As if it is all prearranged
I really don't have an answer
looking at it for what it is
his behavior is a problem
and I just wanna solve it
the logical thing that comes to mind is to discipline him physically
but will that really resolve it
I gotta find a way to deal with the constant feeling
of him not being able to properly communicate
I kinda blame his mother because she dealt him this damage
so in my heart I gotta confess there's still a little hate
or was it just fate, it's too late for the what ifs and
should've, could've, would've's
I love him unconditionally
so what he's going threw I feel too in my left bosom
No time to be weak, passive, or complacent
this here is the testing of my faith
so I must remain patient
What I'm chasing seems to be
for my first born to get better and be normal
contemplating medication
but everything will work out in due time
done in accordance like it's formal
these are trying times so I guess I really gotta try harder
even if everything and everyone around me is folding
I must remain stronger
Dedicated to my son
my firstborn diagnosed with ASD
we will get threw this together
whatever it takes
I love you
Which form shall this poetry be?
I do not care, but let it rhyme I suppose.
My need to write within me grows
simple reflections yield emotional complexities
I swim in my own depths; alone,
and answers are so hard to find in here
no one but time finds me, now grown.
I wish I would have found you sooner, but I did not.
I cannot bring you back, it has been too long
I say I do not care,
and you know that is my fear.
My inner child; you may have known,
but forever locked in an ocean of emotion
that I cannot see clearly through; that sea of ambiguity,
of which everything is confusing, so I respond angrily.
I think when you mean to help and you call out
it sounds as a shout so I take another route
These feelings you have, we do not share.
I don't care...why must this be how we interact?
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