Your foibles,
the characteristically odd ways
of your individual life appearance,
its mannerisms
your behavioral peculiarities,
and picadilloes,
will all fall away by and by.
What eventually will be left
is this alien species that bears your name.
You have died a thousand times already,
every feature of your character
has been replaced or modified
many times.
Your physicality
rinsed and recycled through
an ever-turning time machine.
Even now, the way you walk, and talk
is at the mercy and behest of a universal tide
and its shifting dunes.
The dead confirm the dead,
what never lived must pass away,
it was all a game of death
that soon will lead to the everlasting,
but not yet,
all is a work in progress,
until then
the Universe of All That Is
experiences itself as
you,
you playing hide and seek
with what you truly are.
Tritina (three tercets with one final line).
I will return as you taught me to read a god gifted total benign, even after nine
I will return as you taught me to see the specific Night of Knight M Shyamalan
I will return as you taught me to listen to the nitty gritty a lot, and the system
told the family sift an autistic family food, Trying dough for far too long in frame
They are class of mishaps, birds of the same feather and you are a linear secular
practice along one way, the other one is pedagogy of monolithic behavioral norm
I told time as I wrote once a power point key. Did commit a tavern charm
Time elapses and time begins, and time stamps the truest may, say so and so.
Time has her graceful heed to vilify the cover page elsewhere, to May to mow.
They blew the divine up, with the silentmost Neon light, landed, to reach for the show!
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
My brain told my heart,
"You're not very smart -
what you know ain't worth beans".
My heart told my mind,
"Do not be unkind",
but my brain doesn't know what that means.
This strange interaction
runs the contraption
that takes me from birth to the grave.
If they could agree,
then you might see
that I know just how to behave.
When my brain works like mad,
can that be so bad?
You could say it's a real go-getter.
Yet, when my behavioral art
comes from my heart,
it's then that I always feel better.
I am that patient in the behavioral health units who entered into the mental world of the unknown..!
I am that prisoner behind the bars who committed heinous crime.
I am the judge who passed the sentence on that criminal who was hanged yesterday.
I am that might lion walking in the savanna land of Africa.
I am that meandering river down the mountains until I reach the sea.
I am that prostitute standing on the corner of the 7th Street waiting for you.
I am that black man who was killed by the police in the 7th Street last night.
I am the one you are searching for in the mosque, in the church,and in the temples .
But who are you, "I am God" the causeless cause ....!!!!
By Chanda Katonga.
The term is used in behavioral analysis,
When the behavior therapist builds rapport
With the client. I argue
All humans are attempting to pair
All the time.
And when that pairing is unsuccessfull
Multiple options lay before them.
It is our state of mind that determines
The option taken.
it's deeds not a race
shall we ever understand!?
behavioral deeds
Hating someone who gets along well
but strangely and paradoxically
idolize an illustrious unknown
An impulse, like hunger or thirst, that marks,
Need for defense from a danger that sparks;
Nervousness if not attended to and healed,
Turns phobia and soon great power wield...!
Aren't snakes, spiders, and cockroaches creatures?
Don't tigers and lions have tender features?
Aren't fire and air midst other facets,
Function as Mother Nature's great assets...?
Why should I fear the dead and their spirits?
Aren't good deeds to the alive, my merits?
Can daggers or guns or cannons kill me,
When the endless life, in my soul, flows free...?
Psychologic senses, yet, are aroused.
Cognitive logic, like drunk bees, drowsed.
Behavioral emptiness created,
Emotions, for the sake of fear, weighted...!
Fear is like a rope that seems like a snake,
That, for a split second, my self does shake;
This, like a speck on a stream, flows away,
When confidence and courage come to stay...!
16 January 2023
Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Stands for Registered Behavioral Technician.
Their work is not fiction.
The parents that once treasured a cure.
Are taught that just because their child is demure-
Does not mean we cannot provide a ladder that leads them to autonomy.
And that together, we will uncover the shadows that once covered their opportunity!
The Masters of our Soul
The environment is dark and troubling
There's a nagging subconscious presence in a fragile mind
It appears there's no help, no solution
We’re all alone, trying our best to survive
After years and years of irrational fear
We become tethered to a certain way of life
We’re at the mercy of emotional ignorance and misinformation
A behavioral pattern becomes established, causing an internal strife
As we move beyond the years of pain and shame
Anger and fear still resides
Learning how to observe and manage
Is our only hope to tame the beast inside
We’re wounded, but not defeated
Broken but not denied
The fearful hairless monkey
Can rise above to know the joy in living a fulfilled life
The past may have harmed the little child
But the lessons learned can be your best friend
Sometimes we become overly confident about the battle
Completely unaware the enemy is within
It matters not the past
Right now determines what the future holds
We have no control over our fate
However; we are the masters of our soul
Virtuous excavation…
validating steadfast faith*
voiding wavering trust and hope…
vested for life-building endeavour
verily provides venue for transformation
victorious removal of sin boulders with God’s grace…
visible divine** behavioral progress paved by the Lord
voicing out trust in Christ midst vilifying vanity-vexation
valiant against pride’s visitation for vision-led revival voyage
vigilant to survey heavenly truth toward valuable eternal settlement.
*Hebrews 12:2 Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
July 5, 2021
4th place, "This or That, Vol 4: An Excavation" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 7/27/2021.
**Title was changed after contest was judged.
the way you walk, and talk
is at the mercy of tides and shifting dunes
the foibles,
the characteristically odd ways
of your individual life
its mannerisms and behavioral peculiarities
will fall away by and by
and what will be left
is this perfect alien species
formed by your every dazzle and daze
a translucency
all shall recognize as themselves
Beauty without blemish... This is a unusual behavioral response to this beauty mishmash...
All along I've been in darkness...Not until her glowing splendor of beauty shone in my life with meekness...
I could do anything to impress her... I knew you're for me Vanessa..
Your lips speaks a flamboyant melody to my ear.. How I wish u were here...
Your smile so cute... It gives me goose bumps as I stare with my mouth mute...
Your hair is long, dark, exquisite & tempting to touch...although you said you don't like people touching it, I think of pulling it back your head & hope you don't scream ouch!
Cause I can't withstand seeing you in pain... I would rather suffer for your gain..
Vanessa! I love you, though I know this sounds insane... Can't help it but to wish I was dancing with you in the rain..
You're loving & cool...and I wish I was there with you...
I know you may think its all a chaff but it's true... Just as Roses are Red & Skies Blue...
Your image isn't fading from my eyes... Indeed in you that's where True beauty lies...
This is for you from deep down my heart... I hope and pray will never get apart..
All actions
Someone engage in
Owes him and his own children
Surely,not his blood
But all are his behavioral children
I suspect many of us,
if not all,
with a mindful of bodhisattva
positive deviant parented and educated exceptions,
grow up feeling like a human win/lose sinner
fighting against a divine win/win messiah within,
Internally conflicted
about being sent from past sacred regenerations
of survivors
and thrivers
to redeem a fractured Earth
in preparation for secular/sacred
dipolar co-arising Rapture Climates,
epic Operas,
small operations,
of and for EarthJustice grace,
love,
win/win compassion,
To raise multicultural economic health
from death's fading door,
to prophecy polycultural nutritional wealth,
To face immanently within
health/wealth bicameral Rapture,
predicting all Earth's cooperative messianic reweaving
of di-hemispheric bilateral ClimateResilience
for sacredly intersectional ZeroZone Earth
And all Gaian-Christian-Taoist-PolyCulturist
humane sinners,
winning behavioral secular interdependent resonance
to regain sacredly resilient EarthTribe's eco-political Trust
In humane sinners
redeemed by hearing divine sainted voices,
nutrients,
natures,
spirits,
NonZeroSum Souls
Becoming secular-
sacred interdependent Being.
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