At end of journey returning to dust.
Is that the end of life ?
Mortal body mixes with dust
What about soul, if it really exists.
Will that also to extinct ?
Then life turns meaningless.
So many emotional involvements
are totally baseless.
At every step humans try their best to
build life , but seems in vain.
Dust, small scrap tiny dirt,
humble modest always under feet
skips notice, attention, yet quite smart.
In own status, staying satisfied and fit,
kisses the dead offering last treat.
not so deep in the meadow lives the strawberry mushroom faerie
her thoughts are not frivolous; not silly, not baseless or aerie.
She goes by no names, but some of secretly call her Mary.
Her loveliness is well known, this kind, wonderful young faerie.
She will do whatever you need to help you feel good.
If you want to know how behave, watch her from behind the wood.
She is no show off, but she does helpful things that we all could.
If we were more generous and giving, most of us would.
Yesterdays fine roots
lifted onto the loom
only when today lays beside them
the fine roots of tomorrow
does wisdom loosened
begin to weave its shape
Silent apologies linger
hardening around today
like ice at the waist
We owe our words
to a yesterday already gone
Baseless waves of blame
cast back into yesterday
rise again in a today
leaning toward tomorrow
today unresolved
returns as today
again and again
The source of love
The vulnerability of hate
The agreeable organ
The organ of fierce debate
The freedom to choose
The Handcuff of Fate
The Lost
The Found
The Forward
The Turned Around
The All
The Nothing
The First Class
The Second Rate
The generous mate
The selfish ingrate.
(The heart is strong
and the heart is weak
the heart is brazen
and the heart is meek --
needy enough, fond nature
enough, to take a baseless
chance on love in advance)
NOT BASELESS IS
Not baseless is the ocean’s roar, the build up to that bass before
it all comes crashing into shore, foaming it draws back for more
I’m sure that there are high notes too, perhaps too high for our purview
but to the sound of rock and roll, I find that sea has taken soul
By Aaron Davis
Not voiceless is the ocean's roar, crescendo notes rise off the floor
it all comes waving on the shore, rising up to meet me at the door
I'm sure that there are treble clefs and flats but heh! what I adore,
is when Maestro strikes a pose, it makes my soul, begin to roar.
By Mystic Rose
It falls inches from my toe,
This missile from origins wild;
Hurled by an unknown foe
Yelling indiscernible cries of war.
Why I caught his malevolent eye
And became chief target of his ire
Neither guess nor fathom I;
Yet his target I’ll ever remain.
And this senseless war
I now must tearfully wage,
And counter mischievous
Blows and baseless rage.
Whether I’ll victorious grow
Or in the end terribly lose,
Or merely settle for a draw,
High heaven alone knows.
Expectations brings
about self deprecations,
sometimes I wonder if
the thoughts running
through my head are
my own or somebody
else’s?
The world lives
in constant turmoil,
waves crashing,
tides swerving in
and out from open-
ended beaches,
abysmal delays of
the lighthouse directory,
guided by supplemental
shocks of lightening
rays trajectory.
I stand firmly in front
of the baseless sandcastle,
a fragile foundation of
past voices from lurking
shadows who slowly
poisoned its interior,
lack of motivation,
wandering in between
spaces incoherently,
my mind in anxiety help-
lessly what I could
not understand,
the words stare back
at me in silence gradually
suppressing the last
bit of life found closing
in underneath,
time holds on as
it falls into deep
sleep.
Wishes
Hot air of the mouth
Desires
Baseless notions riddled with doubt
I wait for you
I watch for you
Brave in life, coward in love
Send me a sign
Beacon of life from Above
And so is Below
Where feelings fester and grow
Beneath the surface of something intangible
Beneath the truth is forbidden fruit
Beneath my smile is longing for you
Beneath my joy are desires untold
Beneath my skulls fantasies unfold
How I long
How I wait
Another helping on my dinner plate
The indulgence, the greedy
This want, lust consumes me
Or is it love?
I ask of nothing
I expect even less
I sit in silent stress
Your life flows by
No but I'm waiting, watching
Hand in hand with time
As a patient soul, one could argue it is fate
One could argue I deserve another helping on my dinner plate
Or one could not
One could decide it is my time to wait and rot
One could accuse me of the greatest sin of all
Expecting the love of another without showing mine
I stall.
In Rome do not do as the Romans do.
For you'll lose out in many ways.
The pizza you loved at home
will an alien be,
a fake, a fraud,
with no authentic
flavor and razzmatazz.
For such compliance,
expected in advance on holidays
begs a baseless bewilderment,
topped off with a lasting
legacy of disappointment,
when your holiday is over.
For ignorance, indeed, is bliss!
This is hilarious.
Try bow those strings like Stradivarius.
But i think you missed the point of your own aim.
Without a shred of self reflection or acknowledged self deception.
The irony of it is just insane.
Because in actual fact, once you attacked.
it's clear you were the only one to maim.
I mean honestly, this false dichotomy.
Will leave more than those split by it in twain.
Such a mentality, baseless reality.
As you fall victim to your own blame.
Though it makes sense, serves as recompense.
Always in service to whatever be the name.
I mean there's bliss, and then there is this. Yet somehow ignorance is not the same.
But what's its matter, unify in bones you shatter.
Still thinking you are winning the mind game.
The world is your mirror, its stage such delight,
You're drunk on the elixir of endless limelight.
Ceaseless is the obsession for attention.
Baseless without foundation, a hollow pretension.
A dazzling array of endless phase shifts,
Keeps any analysis at bay in the mists.
Always in your face, so hard to dismiss.
Always in the media, a relentless hit-or-miss.
There's no let-up, no pause for reflection.
An endless light show, a blatant vivisection,
Of all sucked in by the Emperor resplendent,
Whose phosphorescent gall is transcendent.
Perception is reality…who needs the truth?
The court of public opinion won’t ask for proof
Peeling the onion is too much to bear
Skim the surface and pretend to care
Crash landing…nothing stands
Quick conclusions in careless hands
Reckless abandoning facts dismissed
Split and stitched to fit the twist
Clear the cobwebs no time to stall
Scroll, react and read nothing at all
Rewriting history bit by bit
A headline is enough. Who needs grit?
Looks aren’t everything yet they decide
Sapping joy while fueling pride
One-click affection with baseless praise
Fifteen minutes…gone in a daze
Real content buried lost in the stream
A love affair with the algorithm’s scheme
Divorce the cycle if you dare
The unholy union keeps you there
In shadows cast by whispers cruel embrace/
A victim of their baseless fears and scorn/
For faith, for truth, for what they can't replace/
I stand, though battered by the storm/
Their hate, a torrent, floods the fragile ground/
Yet in my heart, a fire burns so bright/
Falsely accused, my innocence profound/
Their lies can't cloak my ever rising light/
Emotions surge, a tempest in my soul/
But hate's cold grip can never reach it's core/
For I am strong, unyielding and whole/
A survivor, steadfast, evermore/
Their hate, a fleeting shadow, passes by/
But my divine light, eternal, shines anew/
Unbroken spirit, reaching for the stars/
Their darkness can't extinguish what is true/
Should we forget about freedoms.?? And accept some
Pre-doms? Like a pre-bunking' so childlike and clunking.'
Breaking structure much nomen-less clutter..' A nonsense of
Pre-sense..' showing credentials quite useless.' Artificial
Utopia advertizing a visionary myopia.' Its peonies and
Pretzels to supplement 'word salad' utensils.?? With Kids flying
Killer drones..' we must emerge from this twilight zone.!
Now that we know that there is no one here,
with ego cravings having receded,
baseless fears and dark desires disappear,
since will to God we have fully ceded,
with soft whispers of conscience now heeded.
Our void-centric stance invokes magnetism,
igniting head to toe, mind-body prism,
with a healing mist, fully charged with bliss,
whence we become light, affirmed in each ism,
that we may then exclaim, “I’m all of this!”
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