Best Intrinsic Poems
Appreciating the flames and fire colors of fall beautiful picture
Listen, can you hear the melody the storm play
The leaves dancing in rhythm with so much ease
Sing me a song ... before the light of the day disappears
26.10.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I
Began
Questioning
Contradictions
Emphatically
Solo..
Start
Reasoning
Considering
Investigative
One
Watch me walk through the sadsands of stupored time
trading youth for aged ashes, suredness for shyness
knowledge for retirement, candor for cowardice,
diligence for dunceness, eagerness for
edginess, fairness for flakiness, goodness for gonadness,
healing for hurting, idealism for idiocracy,
judgement for jealously, kandor for killing,
loving for lamenting, mentoring for miserating,
needing for neausating, optimizing for obliterating,
penetrating for pilfering, quieting for quaking,
resolving for rioting, soothing for stabing,
tramping for turmoiling, ultilizing for ultimating,
victory for victimization,
yearning for yelling, zeal for zone.
All the best concealed decisions edited for global hypnohypocratic
nil idea of future impress of evolution but merely a nether
juxtapose of keenly luminated momentous nothings
optimizing precarious quantum ridicules sanctioning
tantalizing ugly utilitiy post variant varicose wanes wantnot
noid xoids xenous yeast yearnings zillant aberants aplenty.
Go Fish.
zonality zeros.
Climb the dumb death grill gradiant with false feet
intrepid toe jam steps what is where i am going not going in a pre post past present
ghost future life emo impotenet fracture fried non sequetor séance
liquid lavid languish unloved resolved irrevernet motion milkmaid
sociomatrial screwstewed rejectional noncoitial negligant nilneo
nonconstriction deconstruction r u fing kidding me? ??
Let's be uni unfilterfied in our ugly uncorrupt incorporeal craddle of domesticoignoramous
social dysfuntionture aplenty assure. Pills pills my kingdom for some piss pills to ***** die
the ass sociative remenants that psuedo pusssurrounds my exo it unfulfills.
Dial don't dilenates of wailing wanting mommy masses of momentary
milkcents mammary malaise.
Get lost little ones, my device calls to me in its idio elloquence.
Love u though, don't tell your__________________r_.
Mild to wild wind storm.
Narrow visibility.
Intrepid Intrigue!
Intrinsic…
like a bird’s wing soaring on whispered winds of sun stroked air
across our bare skin light beams dance into the coming night,
a radiant delight of coloured rays blaze forth between spaces
and embraces the elegant touch of discovered elements there
as though light’s flare has enchanted this moment.
A seed of nature plants its spores beneath our flesh to our bone
unknown of its own energy gushing through our veins,
like the grains of sand soaking up the awesome sea we stand planted
in the open land of love below and above we are creations,
mutations of the very life that saturates our soul’s light…
we invite in the essence of everything.
Surfaced senses feel the ardent glow of nature’s fingertips,
willing our smiles to eclipse their poised shape
as this landscape of free decree has flowered in time.
Behind our minds the mountain rises in all its splendor…
a rendered vision without gender they are alive
and as we too they survive by the spirit or sunlight and rain
a plight to behold of extending miracles twinkling gold.
Intervening our divulged beings you splash between
as a gaping gash of rampant illumination ignites the sky
I am high…
as wild existence has no means to lie
Intrinsic…
Undiluted, instinctively we find the juice of life’s fruit flowing,
growing shapes of stars stretched across our shades of gray
as we stand slain for this moment by paradise’s vice
living within a diving clash of endless possibilities…
here…we are set free.
Mad magic meanders through and around our limbs
like a whim to be as one above the ground beneath our feet
as sun’s heat evades the breaking twilight
a trickle of extraordinary white wraps up our pose
and we transpose from the humans of what we’re known
to the resplendence born in our souls.
Within your love temple, our pure passion is known…
Within your love temple our, seeds of desire are grown…
Within your love temple, wisdom of silent stillness is shown…
Within your love temple, I can taste your presence…
Within your love temple, oneness is our energy essence…
Within your love temple, gained knowledge of thoughts creative relevance…
Within your love temple, empowerment comes from the implicate truth…
Within your love temple, healing hurting perspective, systematically savagely soured during youth…
Within your love temple humanity releases suppressed rage…
Within your love temple, rebirthing freeing from instilled fears cage…
Within your love temple we turn the new chapter’s page…
Embracing one another in love, manifesting the golden age…
Stained glass
Bleeds rainbow
Over dust particles
Of sun
Rains colour
On my head
Deep organ
Fists slam
Feet stamp
Pounds music
Vibrato
Rattles my stomach
Voice booms
Speaks words
Incomprehensible
To ears detached
From reality
Sadness, gaiety,
Melancholy, questions
Happiness, silliness
States of mind
Suddenly
Devoid of meaning
And feeling
Intrinsic
Disconnection
Submersion
In experience.
***
Just one session of Mindful Meditation
December 22, 2016
Intrinsic Fear
I crossed the old threshold
This new familiar home
The days turned into night
I turned to flight not fight
Then I heard his voice, a voice
From long ago…
Who knew you were he
I never was so bold
When faced with disgrace
Of the intrinsic fear of old
His voice told me to stay
To learn his gift of sway
It came as a surprise
When I looked into his eyes
And saw a girl, a girl from
Long ago…
I tried the vision to go
But I didn’t want her to know
The truth that stung her eyes
When we fell from ancient skies
I thought we cried a long,
Long time ago…
My perception of God never does anything accidently he’s mistake free no debates/
He has a conception for everything he creates or how he intakes and crates/
Every person was designed with a purpose in mind for another person in time/
Mia my girl of mine has confined those feelings so divine/
You’ve made me go on to find oats feeding dealings in my life to refine/
Proof we can twine a chime to combine and rewind memories to remind/
Aloof from bad antics as your intrinsic love’s always in transit/
With you I plan it without you it’s all frantic/
I miss you any short time away it’s no picnic/
With you my body, heart, mind and soul stick more in sync/
Without us together it’s an ungodly bind to roll on with just instinct/
This shout is to untether an oddly mimed hole one where I’d sit to think/
His old lout’s out now he can act responsibly to her and all they’re to bring or inherit/
With us both found doubts amount to a contact wholeheartedly our God has already knit/
Touch molds a devout contract to hold their family a top any pit/
Enough holds to re-route and comeback stronger as it’s apparent we’re close to a perfect fit/
Your love hit so hard and quick it was so strict and evident for each other we’re meant/
On the 7th day of Christmas
it was new year’s eve,
and on that midnight 2025 ended
- just like that -
with the poof of fireworks.
Did we have to rush right into 2026?
No. We could have talked about it,
and come up with a better alternative.
We’ve all seen money
- you know, dollars, euros and pounds - right?
Those little pieces of paper have no intrinsic value
- we all just agree on their worth.
We should've channeled that extrinsic power and agreed on something else,
Like deciding that the year after 2025 would be 2029.
You know, the midnight when 2025 ended - poof - 2029 could’ve begun.
We’re all adults - must we amortize this horrible mistake we made?
Think about it - Donald Trump would’ve been out of the White House in days.
Or is it the ‘Trump-Gold-House’ now?
It’s hard to keep up with CrAzY.
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Songs for this:
That's Me Trying - William Shatner
Causality before truth
truth before causation
Universal in transference
inextricably defined
An atom of veracity
a little bit pregnant
Plato through Lewis
—reality entwined
(Rosemont College: October, 2022)
Circulating fear,
spiritual retreat,
sepulchral silence,
manifestations of the soul
Intrinsic motivation
The cogs to elevation
To tick over and over
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
To persevere, persist and permeate
Whatever life may throw
To ride the peaks & troughs
Till a perfect storm of dastardly acts
A kangaroo short of a circus
Came home to roost
An existential crisis…
Begone…asap
To begin anew
Intrinsically motivated
Within the dust of bones and temple stones,
A whisper walks—more felt than clearly shown.
Not blood nor birth, nor lineage laced with gold,
But trembling trust the ancient prophets hold.
What weight has faith, that it should stretch through time,
And echo in the silent church-bell’s chime?
What proof resides in relics made of air,
But that the unseen realm is always there?
Not carved in granite, nor in laws decreed,
It pulses where the doubting heart still bleeds.
A feather's fall, a burning bush alight,
Both artifacts and oracles of might.
O Reason, halt! You cannot net the skies,
Nor chart the tears that saints and martyrs cry.
Their blood writes scrolls no scholar dares erase,
Yet wisdom bows before a child’s grace.
Faith is the coin of realms beyond decay—
A timeless barter in a time-bound play.
Inheritance not claimed by flesh or name,
But by the soul that steps into the flame.
Oft questioned, tested, ridiculed, denied,
It sleeps in caves where ancient truths abide.
Yet in the meek, it moves with royal breath,
And grants the pauper victory over death.
So let no tongue deride this ghostly trust,
This jeweled ash that rises from the dust.
For faith, though frail in eye or scholar’s pen,
Is heritage the stars still reckon in.
Love is the unconscious piano,
Which provides rhyme and rhythm to the heart;
It is the pendulum which aids the velocity of the heart;
It is the eyes and mirror which acts as a navigation,
And checks and balances to the heart
Love is the fountain which Waters the heart,
And like the fresh fall of morning Dew which nourishes nature, prevents the heart from dehydration and atrophy
It is the unquenchable ink which fuels the heart;
As fertilizer acts as catalyst to the soil
Intrinsic love is the food basket which feeds the heart,
And prevents it from famishing.