Best Evolutions Poems
“It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”
David Levithan
I will forever be as pure
as white virgin fibres,
in your onyx
field of ravens.
When the
star-crossed
silhouette of
bleeding ink,
ricochets like
vindictive arrows,
within your
hollow walls,
quenched with
muted echoes,
I am reminded of
your ebony eyes,
cradled under
black decomposing flesh.
I shove my
misunderstood identity
into a pocket journal,
embalmed with a
fragrance of peace lilies
and rhapsodical prose,
amidst doleful dusks
painted with
past mistakes
hidden beneath
narratives of sinful
tangerine nights.
But, remember
that your fallacious
name is an
erased footnote
in the history of
relentless runes.
My tormented tongue
has become
immune to
your false screams.
There is no need
for close-fisted
fingers to flip
through pages,
of the story
I left behind,
as visions of
venomous verses
cremate into
ashes in my mind-
as mere memories
of monologues from
ice cold monsoons,
which don’t define me.
I’ve sculpted fragile
paper boats and
watched them ferry my
demons,
floating on daisies
in a ravishing rivulet
of truth and tranquility,
whilst you chase
impassioned imprints
within chapters
written in patterns
of insincere phrases.
I am a survivor of
your storm,
drawing dreams in
drowsy darkness,
blooming my
amethyst artistry,
which vibrantly
beats to burgundy
evolutions of a
blossoming flower,
who's scent you
will never savor.
My petals
may be fragile,
but I refuse to remain
prisoned in toxic
traits of a
weathered wildflower -
I only attract
majestic butterflies.
Am I wrong to ponder
Just how inconsiderate we are
From where we used to be
Today we think we're stars
Trust me we're no twinkle
In anybodies eyes,
frankly
Internally we should despise
Simply look how we treat the innocent
When they'll never produce our whatever
Meaning means that
Inhumane, as humans sever
Lets just close our eyes
Whilst role reversal plays
When a Gorilla tells you what to do
Do you have the balls to say nae
Will this ever happen
What humans dreams becomes
I truly hope their dreams come true
Evolutions succumb
Beneath the forelocks shady shroud
and chestnut lashes low,
A gaze to halt the human heart
This creature can bestow.
Apple breathed indifference and
Wistful, fearful grace
Can catapult the senses beyond
This earthly place.
Mankind made him subservient
And service he knows well,
Historically, such willingness has
Grazed the gates of hell.
Natures' magnum opus,
Of evolutions course.
Majestic in his countenance,
Noble, hypnotic Horse.
In memory of Baloo aka Stretford Red
Irish sports horse
01/01/2001 - 14/03/2026
You took my heart
From our earliest times to the most recent of our days,
We've grown with pokemon, and we've learned their ways,
We've learned the evolutions, the special attacks,
We've learned what pokemon hide in tall grass,
We've learned the weaknesses and the advantages of them all,
We've learned a lot from our friends in a poke-ball,
We've battled hard against Team Rocket, Team Plasma, Team Aqua and Magma,
We've seen the impossible and defeated the improbable,
We've grown in a way that's practically inseparable,
Through the duels, and gym battles galore,
We've learned the companionship of a friend and more,
For this we look through the trees of Veridian forest,
And give thanks to our pokemon friends for enduring this life-long quest,
To be the best, surpass the rest, and grow together as a team,
To have our friends by our side and become the supreme,
For this we tip our hats, to these special pals our ours,
For standing by our side as we travel through towns, voyage the sea, and climb Spirit Tower,
Through thick and thin, we have a friendship no Vine Whip could damage,
And no matter the course, our pokemon seem to manage,
This is why, I suppose we all do, we grow strong with our friends by our side,
Cause no matter the challenge, our dear friends are along for the ride,
So no matter the game; be it blue,red,silver or white,
With pokemon at our side, the adventure is twice as bright.
Peek Freans Fig Roll
You make me laugh
You think that the evil humanity does
Has nothing to do with you
And your excuses
And your prayers
For salvation
Merely continue the blindness
Of your refusal
To take responsibility
For the actions of your world
You have a comfortable retreat
In the bible
And comfort in believing
In a saviour
And you refuse to see
That the saving of your neighbour
Is up to you
You make me laugh
With your bible quoted platitudes
With your simple minded
Ineptitudes
To take control of your conscience
Your fig leaf
And your Peek Freans fig roll of sweetness
Empty
And wrapped in so much easy buy
To fit your mouths desire for something sweet
You cannot connect
You are as empty as all those possessions
You place so much esteem upon
You are the worst case of human evolvement
And evolutions greatest impediment
You are slaves
Slaves to religion
And slaves to God
Sightless in your slavery
And slaves to a system
Of capitalism
You are a poor excuse
For the rationalism and rebellion
That was once
Your ancestors right
And their history
You are all
Nothing but
Slaves
Nothing more than superstitious cavemen
Trying to explain the dark
And afraid to stand up
And be counted with the stars ( as in suns )
Erik Erikson
described U.S. culture
as stuck in adolescence,
and a more feminist Erika Fromm,
or Erik Erikson,
might have added
Nationalistically stuck in patriarchal adolescence.
Yet in the normal course of biological events,
and spiritual evolutions,
each life,
individual and cultural,
unfolds a rudder.
Each rudder has a Tipping Point,
acting like a pre-deductive
adolescent-curious
rudder,
manipulated by a health-intending navigator,
like the pre-ramp lip
on a wheelchair ramp,
inviting a more cooperative initial push
or final descent
in helpful on and off directions,
left and right,
up and down,
in and out,
back and forth,
Yang ecological economic maturity
with Yintegrative adolescent revolutionary politics,
nondual faces of one co-directing intention
toward recognizing limitations
and liabilities
of competitive adolescent behaviors
too patriarchal LeftBrain dominant for fully mature unfolding,
while also appreciating more cooperatively slow
and steadier
eco-flowing assertions
to politically co-enfranchise matriarchal RightBrain
integrity of improved developments
of and for Tipping Point maturation.
the day of most light in a year
marks victory of light over dark
for an enlightenment so dear
to a spiritual gateway we embark
spiritual celebrations of the sun
are remarkable common wisdom
for all times and cultural evolutions
reflecting life’s universal algorithm
ancient tales of a savior, a divine son
of a virgin mother and mystery father
tell us of betrayal before resurrection
and hinge on the solar celestial harbor
rituals venerate summer solstice since olden times
at the Great Pyramids in Egypt Sphinx is crowned
Druids mark union of earth and heaven in chimes
guarding sacred fire at Vestalia festival is renowned
Date: 2.6.2016
Once upon a time
Earth was formed
by Yang light radiance
and Yin moonlight flow of tidal grace.
From Her Eastern hemisphere tidal waves
and deep ocean rivers,
prevailing winds and rains
clouds and magnetic waves,
fire and wind storms
flowed with YangSun rise
toward western evening's sacred Elder dusk.
Western hemisphere's turtle back
flowed appositional with YangSun,
prevailing with and without FullMoon's yin-centering tides.
Once upon post-millennial time
of expanding co-operative Gaian Theories,
neuro-psychology's ecology of healthcare-giving
and receiving WinWin love,
we noticed our nondual Turtle Hemispheres,
LeftYang industrial sunlight revolutions
with RightYin sustaining GrandMother sacred moonlight evolutions,
Industrial Revolution days
predicting non-renewable energy descent into nightmare nights
but also yin-renewable energy ascension
into and for and of
climates and landscapes and mindstates and dreamscapes
of 4D political reversion therapy,
rooted in ecological flow systems
of tidal waves
and oceanic rivers,
prevailing winds and rains
and root systems of nutrition,
clouds and ionic/ironic dipolar dynamic balance,
revolutionary fire and wind pollution storms
merging with anthro-hubris denial,
our Yang-dominant don't stink,
flowing west to east again west,
north to south reweaving north,
left to right healing rest
in bilateral trust
both secular Left
and sacred Right regained.
Revolutionary evolutionary
Heartful constitutions
Lovers constructing
Contributions contorts
Contours, all sides a winner
Armies of DREAMERS
WE are redeemers
Consecutive notions
If we begin we are beginners
Heavily measured DEVOTIONS
Affiliated positives
Once SCREAMED
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE FREE
and the corners of the WORLD are
Furnished with a song not yet sung
Blessed be the birds and bees
Strum down low
A guitar STROKE
Strum up glow
A GESTURE, a hope
A fluid atmosphere, infectious
Ambiance is here.
Revolutions STOKE the hearts aflare
Free aflame afire
Inquire multiplier of fame escort
One ply one try
What cost
Multiple efforts
Floral fashions flourishing actions.
Asking freedom festers festivals
Basking in ever GLOWING
EVOLUTIONS everlasting
Effortlessly REVOLUTIONIZE
THE WORLD, EVOLVING
Climbing from her escapism's, evanescent pool; love's predicate...
Figure skating of dreams, infinite; timeless, Hollywood's paper doll ?
Fete fete's parquet circles; abstract evolutions ex de facto; abtruse comets
Her beauty's evening star ? An epoch; fantasia's zephyr winds; parabolic these doors
Celestial's sphere sunset's skies; axioms ignis fatuus ? Fandom's fluttering wings..
Spawned their pure white dove; solitary, blue canopy her flight ? Carte blanche scarlet, tears.
What is the purpose of poetry,
and therefore the meaning of the poet?
Beautiful style?
Aesthetic merit?
Artistic elegance or the beauty of its truth?
Is poetic purpose the meaning of its language
or the art of linguistic choices?
Of course it must be both,
symbiotically planting and fertilizing,
creating and cultivating, each incubating embryo,
flowing and forming regenerative language
An expression of intuition
with deduction, co-arising
refined with exegetically known
and felt soul-truth
through eisegetical sieved analogies,
trials and sub-optimizing errors,
evolutions and ecologies of syntax
conjoined within and without
through transcendent values
avoiding prosaic disvalues,
relationships inviting well-being,
principles of languaged left-brained human nature
dancing prancing right-brain's preposterous spirit,
dream-dancing DNA encryption
team-taught description
within each cell of healthy live
is not unwealthy evil.
Poets seed and winnow language,
thought,
understanding and unlearning
misunderstanding,
rationality
and polymorphic transanity,
form and function flowing fine flowering frequencies
comprehensively mentoring
and mediating
Earth's holistic therapy.
Eisegetical hopes and hypotheses disclose Time's exegetical ecology.
Poetic epiphany disguises Earth's logic as mythic teleology.
we poets are waiting for the moonset
sitting on my balcony, evolutions shamans
now wandering the beach
we are solving every social ill
while walking Blake's path of excess
to some palace of wisdom
this sojourn has but one worry
the hour the liquor store closes
less the worry here, shamans open doors
money, lycanthropy meandering the beach
a ramada where we wake the proprietor
who finds such occurrences propitious
vending beer, most cultures' insanity is sacrosanct
the moon is waning into the ocean
to Bach's Toccata and Fugue
we are singing Eddie Arnold's cattle call
while the other horizon eructs
red-orange warnings poets love to ignore
evanescent crescendos
write something every day, i am not that bored
the sleep never begun is over
quart bottles cover the table
our proprietor lies in the Land of Nod
poets of Laputa, self-serving pataphysicians
the bench is strewn with the problems of Gulliver
La Senora arrives, shift changes, orders breakfast
and this proceeds until siesta time
the repairing of every social ill
retiring into respective hammocks
we are philosophers, possess our epigrams
no siesta, no fiesta, tomorrow i swear
a new and improved version
the beach is safe now
for white bucks scribbling in the sand
while our feet are beyond and supine
covered with flies, killing us
did not the Beats do this
San Blas 91 The Patient Stones
God created all things there’s no place in Christian thought about evolution.
If you believe in the Holy Bible “The Word” our Savior Jesus Christ sees spiritual pollution.
Our Father created man in His image, created “Us” from the dust of the earth.
This is the purpose of God this is His plan since way before our births.
To be created we must have a creator.
God wants “Us” to be part of the God family a loving spiritual maker.
In the beginning all was created by God for man to be part of His spiritual family.
This “Word” made flesh to die for our sins this is truth this is reality.
Evolutions another way for the devil to confuse man and use it against him.
Man hurts himself by thoughts that we came from crawling creepiest things from other species.
The devil said to eve, “eat from the tree of knowledge and you’ll not die.”
Oh yes, the devils smooth tongue tricked Eve who aided Adam’s sin since then all of mankind has cried.
So when they talk about evolution and such.
Don’t ponder on things that are false and you’ll see so much.
We are made in God’s image and we have the spiritual blessing of true knowledge.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out, only the faithful in the Father, that is the true spiritual college.
Blue men talking, standing askance.
Boasting through insecurity's dance.
Hands on their hips, changing lead.
Reacting on cue, shifting need.
Negotiating through,
judgment with a glance.
Women walking, asking what's new.
Gossip, the only bile they spew.
Hand flicks hair, waiting their turn.
No care found,
in conversational queue.
Vapid exultations,
few words ringing true.
At least children are honest,
in the games they play.
Deceit is expected,
engaged in guiled fray.
They follow nature,
yet to learn nuture.
Only feeding the belly,
indigenous feral creature.
As we grow, our self devolves.
Our heads get big.
Evolutions remain small.
Mind misses action,
never to resolve.
Blind to self, most seen, stumble.
Lost, are still children,
solving life gym's jungle.
Debased animals, looking to feed.
Self serving desires. Slovenly need.
Racing with rodents,
towards commercialized greed.
All the while, rages a storm.
Emotional tempest, everyone's norm.
Forsaken desires, thoughts, feelings.
Chasing fiction in idealized form.
What a world it could be
if we ignore the vulture.
No pressure from society,
living outside pop culture.
Without realizing such simple truth,
doom your life to perennial youth .
Blossom in being, a springtime flower.
Or, remain the same.
A beast, uncouth.
Hide your wobble,
you never found your center.
Or spin again,
open doors, and bravely enter.
It will amaze you.
Realization we are all the same.
Unique shards broken
Together, life's window pane.
Apart, yet still one, whole.
Jagged piece, portal to your soul.
So savor your flavor.
Show the piece that you hold.
Let these words be the wizard,
to a fearful lion, grown bold.
Life is a dictator's game.
Too short to do what you're told.
So stand on your path.
Heart's compass held high.
Swim against the stream,
Let loose your 'rebel cry'.
-Angel Fatale-
To paraphrase George Lakoff, and maybe Mihalyi Csikszentmihalyi,
and maybe Julian Jaynes,
and possibly Gregory Bateson,
and Laura Brown,
and then there was systemic
co-passionate
Game Theory
Nurturing empathy is the only doorway through
wealthy LeftBrain Deductive
and healthy RightBrain Inductive
nondual co-arising communication
Whether the context is Win v Lose debate,
Either This EgoYangElite Or That EcoYin-NotYetElite,
or Win+Win YangCrown+YinRoot dialogue,
both competition and cooperation
rely on polypathic positive
and pathological negative
eumemic co-intelligence.
Some hybrid of Win v Lose LeftBrain verbal-cognitive
and Win+Win RightBrain nonverbal-intuitive
struggling oppositionally bipolar against
and/or streaming appositionally dipolar with
Positive anticipation
does not prefer struggling oppositionally against
consumed by WinnerMe v LoserThey survival strategies,
far short of co-empathic WinMe + WinWe
thriving co-relationships.
These two,
W(-L) and W(+W),
Y(-X) and Y(+Y),
U(-C) and A(+G),
1(-0) and 0(+1)
dialectical discernment evolutions
favor co-empathically trusting resonance,
compassionate pleasure plans,
resilient cobinary designs,
re-ligiously healthy policies,
therapeutic procedures,
democratic Original Intent
bicamerally co-intelligent
Friends unconditionally extending relationships
co-empathically trusted and trusting
as kind Kin
To regenerationally thrive
in Earth's cobinary fractals of enlightenment
Mutual empathy,
not partisan enmity
is our constitutionally protected,
eumemically healthy democracy
trusting regenerative communication
Not mistrusting degenerative dis-communication
negatively
anxiously expecting further WinnerMe v LoserThey
survivalist anthropocentric presumptions,
protecting upper-caste privilege.
Follow Gaia's Hypothetical light,
in ecological dialects
prefers following our most empowering
economic minds
and political bodies
back toward cooperatively healthy roots
and wealth-flowering crowns.