Best Intension Poems
As I walk upon this road of life…
I desire the path absent from strife…
Free from monetary delusions…
Free from Egocentric energy games of confusion…
Moving from hoping there is greater purpose to existence…
Into knowing the significance of removing resistance…
Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…
Show me my dreams, revealing true desires…
Show me the mystery to ignite the passionate intension fire…
Show me my source of loves purity…
Free from judgments latent with fearful insecurities.
Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…
I am a seed floating among winds of change…
Nurtured by the fertility of divinity…
To flourish is to breathe…
Mind is the soil for my seeds of desire…
My spoken word is the sunlight, the water…
Creating materialization of tangible fruit…
Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…
Youth believes love
its own invention
and not Nature’s
intension for all--
of course youth
relies solely on youth
its application
before cultivation
our Baby-steps
then the fall…
but I, now,
a senior citizen
a denizen
just prior the sleep,
have grown to see love
high and wide
and reassuringly
infinitely deep.
It has never been my intension
nor was it ever a bone of contention
to alter or disrupt the social convention
but now is the time to pay close attention
to the decline of the human condition
Responsibility rescinded creating moral decomposition
accountability abandoned causing legal repercussion
right and wrong are muddled in a malicious juxtaposition
public opposition has festered into social imperfection
the omission of tradition by politician’s redefinition
HEED THIS ADMONITION OR ARDENT APPREHENSION
SAGACIOUS SUSPICION AND PERSISTANT PREVENTION
Of the decommission of the Physician, Pediatrician
the Technician, and the Mathematician
and give this acquisition to those with no ambition
even those under suspicion of sedition
or held in detention without fear of restitution
This is the deception of the devolution
of the middle classification
and the total destruction
of American personification
praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
contest entry date - 7-24-15
written / post date - 3-20-15
Phase:1
I found myself in a market..,
Market of human cattles.,
Trying to get through the situation.,
My wrists were tied with metals..
It was half past seven.,
Neglecting all my requests and prayers.,
Weighing my proper count.,
I was announced for a demon.,
I screamed 'No'..,
And kicked hard over ground.,
But only an injection.,
And my sleep was sound..,
Phase:2
A big giant face against mine.,
I got the intension..,
Yelled 'No., please don't...'
But no mercy or its sign..,
I lost all my rhymes of life .,
Colors were smashed that night.,
Scratches yielded screams.,
Force gave me fatality.,
Bites turned to bellows..
And his pleasure putted sobs..,
Voice was choked and..
My tears were alloyed with sweat.,
The delicate places I reserved for someone special..,
All were now messed and unset..,
My tall neck I dreamt
to be loved by my future husband.
Was now scratched savagely.,
By his rough rigid and ruthless hand.,
Each time I afforded some courage..,
But hands were caught and mouth tied with bandage.,
Lost all my senses.,
But felt each jerk..,
He was pride at..,
each stain he created dark..
Phase:3
My service was over..,
No scream,nomore shriek,or shout..,
Jammed muscles were relaxed now.,
I was plugged out..,
All my world..,
World full of dreams.,
I embroided earlier with my own gilt.,
Was now transformed to this.,
Dirty, filthy and quilty quilt.,
Tears were dried., breath was back.,almost correct now..,but I know ...,
I was turned from a girl to a women in a single go..,
Never I will eye myself again..,
Never will be able to.,
Never I will return to my family..,
Neve will be able to.,
Never I will find that someone special..,
Never will be able to.,
Never I will get healed.,
Never will be able to.,
Never I will dream at night .,
Never will be able to.,
This nightmare digged deep in me.,
And a lifelong terror created by that unknown he.
Why not we all protest?...and get a full stop ...why?. Always LET IT BE.
As I conclude each day
and year
and life,
conclude that life with death
refers only to LeftBrain ego's Past toward Future
ionic-ironic languaged consciousness,
too often angry about life
and therefore fear-filled about an untimely
and clearly inappropriate
not to mention unfair,
death.
Earth's Time memory
is stored in natural-systemic DNA/RNA regenerative folding
and unfolding egoclocks,
sequence,
rhythmic function,
a recycling journey of time traveling identities,
memory strings transcending generations
by transposing across the eisegetical communications
of any one ego-identified entity
Learning to harmonize in
on
with
within
a too strident humanizing nature
trying to invite more resilient
humane kindness and justice
To gift EcoTribal nature with humane nature
as a blessing for Earth,
from Earth,
with Earth,
for Earth's Advent,
inclusive of all species
and all natural economies,
and all RNA/DNA cellular cultures
of universal co-arising intelligence.
When divine love
and win/win neurosystemic kindness say
"I have nothing but time with you"
fear and anger are also saying
"I regret not having enough time
for my own anthrocentric agenda
right now,
between past's neglected anger
and future-fear depression
anticipating further repression
of this integral body
authentic mind
moment."
EcoLove and Ego's Kindness
only speak with present-tense consciousness,
which is all remaining communication
when neither future nor past tensions
tyrannies
terrors
win/lose dominate preverbal anxiety
Post-traumatic tension
and trauma-informed intension
of ego's fear and anger experience
Anger about past leads toward further fear
about repeating
and repeating
ego's degenerative abuse
and neglect
in Earth healthy life future.
To dissipate fear,
we have evolved curious Adventure
to co-empathically embrace Anger's
non-violent communication
About not repeating a negative judgy,
too Left-brain dominant,
toxic nontrauma-informed past
mono-culturation
Perpetuating anthro-privilege
playing a Win-Lose political game
toward ego-centric political economies
disabling RightBrain ecological pilgrimage
to AdventTransition Ego Away
Toward further
LoseMind/LoseBody
cosmological
devolutionary
deadly conclusions
And not not cobinary
positive health
Win/Win revolutions.
~~**~~
father gave me life
his love fills my heart with joy
my daddy is best
~*~
moms are heaven sent
angels on earth mothers are
love like no other
~*~
look for facts I search
I research but get confused
or am I confused
~*~
not my intension
nor a bone of contention
social convention
~*~
I used to be brash
I used to be blazen bold
no more I got old
~~**~~
i want to go back
to the time when nothing mattered
when being daddy's little girl
was the best occupation
a big little woman
could manage...
Back when riding your bicycle
across the hood was
the greatest adventure
Back when having a crush
on a boy who sits across me
during art class meant nothing
but coping with being shy
and clumsy when he comes around
I want to go back
to the time before his eyes
burnt my skin when he stared at me
and the time before
I knew she could jump off the walls
and scratch me...
back to the time when she was
my little star, one that shone
eternally with no intension to dim
Back to the time when arguments
were fair and always ended
with a mutual smile...
I want to go back
to the time when 'never'
was more or less like 'could not'
And when a smile from you
injected me with ecstasy
that i felt could last me
a lifetime...
Back when locking eyes with you
meant we are talking
the same language
when reaching out
for your hand soothed my heart
And healed the bleeding
wound whose tears never
dried...
I want to go back
to the time when i could
go to bed with a smile
and wake up the same
back to the time
when possible was legit
when dreams could come true
back to the time
when love was the
feeling that made you
warm inside yet
gave you shivers and goosebumps
on the outside
I want to go back
to the time when
I was me, and that
was not a sin
I want to go back...
back to the time when
I believed the same way
I could erase drawings
I could also erase my mistakes
and take back my words
Back to the time when
when a promise was sealed
with a silly pledge yet
meant it was for real
and secrets were told in the dark
so that no one can hear...
I want to go back
to the time when
I yearned for your touch
and wondered how it feels
to be in your clasp
Back to the time when
i could carry my own cross
of crucification
just so i could prove
you are righteous
I want to go back
to the time before i knew
that words from your tongue
could stick on my heart
and do away with its tissues
I want to go back
to the time when time passing
did not count
as long as you were there
with me...
I
do
have a
Message for
one Harry Manback
it does regard his long Lost Keys
don't Blame Hoffman for his Disposition, you Jerk Off!
You Lied when you said you didn't hold The Grudge as a Reflection of Intolerance
Makes me so Disgustipated, you should Crawl Away
you're a Hooker with a *****
who likes Prision Sex
when Sober
Hush H.
it's
true
Cold
and
Ugly
repugnant
like Ticks and Leeches
say what I want, not serious
But Jimmy in his Mantra thinks otherwise of you
to him you are the Bottom of The Pot, or like Rosetta Stoned on an Opiate
a Schism separating us Right in Two, Stinkfist!
ne'er you'll have Forty Six and Two
like Fibonacci
Pushit and
Jambi
seems
nice
Here's
a
Swamp Song
Eulogy
(Useful Idiot)
Four Degrees of No Quarter gave
to The Patient caught in the Aenima Undertow
skewed into a Parabola
Intension candid
Part of Me
needs to
Sweat
tears
Now
my
Third Eye
becoming
Vicarious through
the pure Lateralus Triad
Am I just too blind?
For not seing the good intension of you?
Am I just too deaf?
For not hearing any good reason from you?
Am I just too numb?
For not sensing all the love that you shed?
I thought I just too dead to live within your world
No more words capable to solve
Enough fed by your conflicts and dramas
Understanding you cost the rest of my life
Or I cost the rest of my life to understand the love of you
We never really speak
We puzzled in our own existences
Knowing you is like walking in the dusty haze
Knowing me is like climbing on a thousand feet of sturdy wall
Talking about us
Talking about spot that never been fully
We lacked in our bond
But still... This is the undeniable life
From you I stand this day
Wether I should regret or be thanked
There will be no me without you
There will be no us beyond you
The Childless
The childless are not only those
That has not protruding stomach experienced
However, they are part of it
The childless are not only those
That theirs’ fell like a leaf eaten by maggot
Yet they make up this group
The childless are not only those
Whose offspring cross the seas?
And have their brains formatted
I agree they are childless
The childless are not only those
That dies of hunger and poverty
It is the worst type of childlessness
The childless are not only those
Whose sons misappropriate funds?
Even when they make the citizenry suffer
The childless are not only those
Who moves from one NPF station to another?
With an intension to bail
Its most heart breaking
The childless are not only those
That replaces a jewelry box weekly
In their heart begging, blaming God
For the gift of a thorn in the heart
Instead of the so requested children
It takes more than birth
To become a father or mother
There almost was an invasion
By the french but was foiled
A wench stopped the battalion
By getting them well oiled
Jemina N had the gumption
To take them to the inn
Rushed them to the publican
Whose beer was served within
She soon rallied up the women
Dressed in national dress
French thought it was a battalion
Surrended with no fuss
No thoughts on Bristol and London
No longer wanted to fight them
So was a foregone conclusion
No courage in boozed men.
To honour these brave welsh women
A tapestry was made
A pretty commemoration
To women of Fishguard
Thanks to the feisty West Walian Women led by Jemina Nicholas. In 1797 the French intension to invade Bristol and London, was foiled. Last attempt for anyone to invade Britain
Penned by Seren Roberts
9th January 2013
I’m feeling so squared right now in my cubicle
With my steamed four eyes oh so whimsical
How I suddenly lose composure and get butterfingers
Every time she peers to request some staples or binders
And if she never greets me first thing in the morning
A dark cloud fills the rest of my day like I’m in mourning
I’ve got no intension - at all - for office romance
It’s a disaster leading to poor job performance
I’m ignoring the fact that she’s the boss’s daughter
I best stop daydreaming before I'm fed to his pet alligator
09-06-2015
Mystic Rose’s Who Is Your Neighbor Contest
Headlong I fall into a trap
The ascend back a slippery slope
My hands absorb the weight
My feet are deadweight
The puffs of exhaustion,
Sink with all intension
Trying to save myself
Despite my ending life
I still have so much to live for
Thoughts never considered before
Appointments, golf days
Alone, I say my prayers
To live and not to die
I’ve failed life’s gift, it's singular idea
I’d propagate my survival, if granted
To theirs unappreciated, I’m alive, shouted!
Precious life, now not enough
To pull me out of a pit this tough
I walked alone
A one army man
For help to come, I cry
A lifeline, a rope to take me home, I try
The forest with its lush,
Yellow, green and brown leaves.
That falls angelically to the floor,
From the dark aged moss covered oak trees.
I gather the leaves and make a pillow,
Where I may lay hidden and in peace.
With the aroma of oak under a great weeping willow,
A place where I will cease.
The date is set for my departure,
And the place where no one knows.
It will happen during wintertime,
I will lay there with a rose.
A knife will I plunge into my chest,
And hope for a slow, painful, cold death.
As I think of my Juliet,
And say her name with my last breath.
A note I leave on a crisp white paper
Written in my blood
Explaining my reasons
For the rejection of my love
I do not wish to be saved
Only by my Juliet
But I know she won’t come looking
Until she hears that I am dead.
My intension is not to hurt her
It’s just the rejection I cannot bear
Life without my sweet heart next to me
My Juliet, My love...
My dear...
L.o.v.e
Love, love, love,
Every time we chant love
Every where you hear love
So many times you read of love
But what is love?
L.o.v.e
Some say love is a battle
Some say love is an illusion
Some say love is just a
deceptive passion
Some say love is likeness
with
An intension
Love, love, love,
What is love?
L.o.v.e
So many believe love
Lies in sex
So many believe love
Is just a tale
So many believe love
Is just a game
So many qualify love to
Just in relationship's
So many believe love is
Associated with money
Love, love, love,
What is love?
L.o.v.e
Nature is a reality
That truly exist
With a pure connection
In this connection
We all live to exist
As life is equal and
Fair to all in it real sense
Out of a mystery we
Exist to what
We are to day
Guess why the earth
Has enough for all
This is a universal spiritual sacrifice
From nature
A mystery to hold on to
L.o.v.e
Love, love, love
What is love?
Love is the God of life
Love is
L-Lift
O-others
V-value
E-earth
L.o.v.e
Love, love , love
If I can be lifted by you
And if you can be lifted
By me
Then there will be the real
Value of our planet earth
For all to live with peace
And unity
In this there can never be a fight
Or a war
L.o.v.e
Love, love,love,
Love is the mother
Of peace, joy, unity,
Happiness, togetherness,
On and on
All are like the offspring of love
And here With a humble heart
As nature permit
I offer my humble truth
In describing
love