Best Metaphysically Poems
Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind
across infinitely open and wide prairie home companion land
(which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot)
a barren vista ravages metaphorical landscape
of one measly mortal malcontent male
bumping and scraping along accursed habiliment
just barely avoiding and dodging diabolical demons
mercilessly and unrelentingly ready
to seduce this somewhat sanguine Simian
who finds himself amidst the pitfalls
of a tortured and twisted existence
racked with pinions describe bing
a demonic dragon filled dungeon
damp, dark, demented domains –
a veritable no man’s land
impossible to escape no matter how fast I -
as a foo fighter flee
from the fearful, fierce-some phantasmagoric forms
figments of my imagination seemingly real
tangible as bone and flesh
who haunt sacred crowded house of slumber
transmogrify me into a loathsome madman
ranting raving senseless gibberish and sic gobbledygook
perceived as metaphysically n philosophically insane
as soundgarden syllabification
from one womanly World Wide Web wayfarer
which virtual vagabond venerates vowels
and possesses means and tees to till verse
akin to a sorceress who waves a magic wand
to produce supreme sentences
weaves tantalizing terrific tweed topographic tundra’s
that this admirer of her artful and colorful poetic endeavors
prompts me to accompany my mindscape
as a thought-provoking troubadour
amidst the information super byways and highways
along winding labyrinths of critical thinking
or simply stepping o'er rolling stones
of silly rhymes without wing less reason
all the while giving subtle egress
into that chamber of secrets
long kept shut tight to maintain
that sure footed stance of solitude
whose only entities happened
to constitute trappings of literary lugubriousness
those tombs of largesse identified
as great works and masterpieces of literature
yet careful to avoid complete intimacy
lest that cherished solitude shattered
and a heart rent asunder
twin tower ring inferno imp perils of loss that provide
an understandable cautionary tale
to the author of this rambling missive
a most profoundly perceptive acute Ape man
touched to the quick with a bit of angel dust
aware that this agonized and angst riddled arboreal beast
contents himself with the confines of cyberspace!
after all the idiots who followed Camping
found themselves up ****’s crick
after May of 2011 &
after all the morons hoping & “praying”
that they would get a “get out of life free” card
with the ending of the Mayan calendar
just a little more than a week ago,
discussion has already begun to loom,
spewing forth like the foulest vomit
(outdoing even lil’ Linda Blair’s projectile in
“The Exorcist”)
from the mouths of these
apocalyptophobiacs,
who cannot go to sleep at night,
unless they are counting repeating images of
Nostradamus,
hopping over the farmyard fence
with the rest of the
sheep.
yes fans,
the batshit****ingnuts of the world
have begun to spin their minds like a top,
panicking about “solar flares in 2013,”
“robots taking over the world in 2030,”
“Prof. Cunningham’s time capsule
predicting biological weapons eliminating
us all in 2016” & of course, our favorite
fictional character with his flowing blond hair,
blue eyes & ability to walk on water,
he’s supposed to be returning sometime to
“fight satan,” um, just as he has been
supposed to for, um,
quite some time…
but those avid readers of Jeane Dixon
will be waiting for 2020,
when “satan” & “jesus” fight for the big
heavyweight title…um,
but supposedly he has a window of 17 years
to arrive in the ring,
so, this writer certainly hopes that “satan”
brings a book or an ipod or some jax or
something, cause’ ****,
he’s got a while.
and then there’s the jewish end-seekers who
abide by the talmud’s 6000 year lifespan of the world…
and then there’s the numerology numbskulls
who are counting up how many times “allah” shows up
in the qur’an &
on &
on &
on &
on,
until these people are
scratching out their eyes
because they can’t stop twitching in fear
of
something happening at
some time, some place in the
future,
when they are
ALL DEAD---
DEAD
DEAD
DEAD---
just like the rest of us,
so,
this is an ode,
a salute to those who
are sick to ****ing death of
these people who will not embrace the
fact that their lives will not end in any grandiose,
metaphysically charged,
special, or unique kind of way---
hoorah.
oh my big cousin
a dusk gaze beamy lashes
a little temper
how foggy you are
forbidden fruits of knowledge
through bathroom keyhole
once she spanked the boy
but punishment was more like
a hidden caress
luckily she died
before I grew up enough
to do stupid things
unfortunately
I still try to look for her
in my foggy hell
*** WRITER'S STATEMENT ***
All of the above is a first-person fantasy. The Freudians and champions of morality have nothing to do here. As Vladimir Nabokov said in one of his interviews: "The author in the process of work never identifies himself with the protagonist..., his character lives a free, independent life; in this life everything is predetermined, and no one can change its measured pace".
Well said, Vladimir. Metaphysically, that goes for all of us too.
21.07.2019
Multiple-Haikus Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jamie Pan
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5
"Matter can be made, but never erased."
To me that translates my soul forever remains.
Whether my time has ended
or I've finished life's race.
Metaphysically my mind’s memories stay,
those of love, fear, or hate.
Tomorrows occur
the past fades away.
but one's soul and one's mind still live...
....day after day.
A river dividing two disparate lands,
Perspectives so contrasting, separate they stand:
A physical land, full of logic and sense,
And one metaphysically deep and intense.
The domain of one, with logic infused,
Acknowledges facts scientifically proved.
The world thus supported is solid and sure
Enriching, evolving a knowledge most pure.
The thrill and excitement in life there is found
By knowing and seeing the patterns around
And fitting them into a construct ideal
Distinguishing all that is not and is real.
The other domain, of a mystical bent,
Extols the abstract as its highest intent.
A more philosophical view of the world
Ensures that the mind is unfettered, unfurled.
Thus freed, the emotions and spirit can range,
Imagining concepts most vibrant and strange
Excitement is born from the boundless belief
Existence is wondrous in Magic's fair fief.
The people who live in these lands so distinct
Are often unable to see how they're linked,
So rooted are their antithetical views
They scorn one another, their notions eschew.
But twining and winding the great river flows
Unmindfully carving its route as it goes,
Eroding the banks just a little each day,
Transporting a part of each realm away.
True wisdom is carried in currents downstream -
The best of both worlds: of science, of dream -
Where magic and logic can both coincide
And joyful existence from both is supplied.
August 2015
Our beauty is hidden in our words!
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)
Our content in contentment
hides within commitment toward integrity.
Our beauty is hidden in our words
said only toward ourselves.
Barometers of mental health
for how we are and are not feeling
beautiful,
good,
fair,
balanced,
just,
harmonious,
confluent,
content,
graceful,
like good mentors without external hypocrisy,
and sometimes not such good mentors.
Mentors with words redolent of harmonic peace,
or maybe sometimes too much non-violent peace,
passive aggressive surfing, searching back and forth,
or even violently imagining unworded diverse futures
of yourself,
those around you,
generalized economic and sociopathological
and therapeutic
States and Species of thrive or demise,
and planet Earth,
and our Universe,
sometimes a metaphysically closing system,
sometimes more beautifully opening
although with considerable stress
tipping points,
trimming tabs and scissors,
adjusting balance, halves of ecologic,
within our internal voices of environ-mental health
as hope for cultural beauty.
Humaned nature adds economic
and cultural
and psychological freedom to evolve
kindness of mutual subsidiary intention,
an active love of peaceful mind.
Nature is only limited by absence
of regenerative orthopraxis,
caring and nurturing,
economically and politically powerful values
exercised within the classroom of each day.
Ecotherapeutic voices in our nights
and days of reconnecting consciousness
create our daily practice
of natural systemic design,
this song of synergy,
creative universal intelligence.
Cooperative kindness and competitive unkindness
are capacities coincident to all of nature,
a polar range from regeneration through decomposition,
from synergy through negentropy,
Kindness and love self-optimize as "Truths of Beauty"
when we freely choose sufficiency of contentment,
with full will and ecojustice intent.
My words surf my beauty and hope and synergy,
in and out,
back and forth,
listening for my listening gracefilling bicameral heart
and comprehensive consciousness,
discovering contentment within my content,
form within my information,
ecobalancing function within form,
fractal frequencies within bioregenerative
self-optimizing function.
Surfing echo frequencies,
Earth's words of microwaving grace.
10/8/22
On it, worth the risk to me
You must be kidding me
Why live to be
In nothing but misery?
Just like that instantly
Another epiphany
Seeing it all vividly
Never was into me
But she took the L, so I'mma call her Hilary
Had no idea about my true versatility
The same can be said for what I do skillfully
She tried to switch on me
Being finicky
So I gave her the boot, Italy
Now every minute she
Texts about missing me
Never ended up knicking me
These boys think they funny
I'mma call em' Timothy
No matter all the trickery
It's been this way since the dawn of history
People fast to reach for artillery
A decline or rise in activity
Realize nothing is given free
If it's meant to it will be
Otherwise, it'll occur differently
Nearby and across the distant seas
Close or way off in the trees
Truth surfacing or still remaining a mystery
Speaking honest or metaphysically
This is beyond a soliloquy
Too much of it is contradictory
I'm keeping my third eye open literally
Watching out my periphery
In order to maintain victory
All these fakes doing it artificially
Biting each other what good is the industry
A bunch of copycats and mini-me's
I'm always off large amounts of Christmas Tree
Sometimes it's citrusy
Occasionally I partake in wizardry
But never do I associate with any ministry
In the air the scent of hickory
Often it involved electricity
Then turned into a trilogy
There was no need for back-up or an infantry
In order for there to be symmetry
It required consistency
As well as resiliency
In any vicinity
By now, do you think I care if it's a sin to me?
Believe it or not, like Ripleys
The slope always slippery
Can't let it go in the breeze
Or worry about chickadees
Seeing it all clear not just through vivid dreams
Still drinking and smoking like it's healing me
Truth be told it's slowly killing me
In an orb of knowledge, walks a colored girl.
Her celestial being is ethereal.
Abreast is she of her past but fragile to the imminence.
Her strides are hindered because once she was poor and her life was lost in that
remembrance.
In the present day, she is born to be a rich woman.
Her compositions oeuvres her as a legacy lost.
Her cognizance delineates her as a renowned Poetess.
She remembers herself as well spoken.
Prestige she was given by her family.
However, she was born in the time of human suffering.
An antiquated being esteemed to write is this girl in her reincarnated life.
She was born before her time and now the good Lord has revitalized.
Metaphysically she conceives vivacity.
With effervescence learnt, her vim and vigor are expressed through her lexes.
The echoes of her thoughts are parrots.
Emotionally she enters her past life and begins to compose the opus.
Her perception manifests the images of her verses.
A modern day Poetess against subversion is a Poetry Diva verge of curses.
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POETRY DIVA - OBLIVION DARK SUNSHINE - VERLENA S. WALKER
PENNED ON JUNE 21, 2014!
In Truth and Integrity, this is ambiences of the author's connection to her past life.
Nondual Listening
Co-Incident Id-Entity
Co-Arising Empathy
fertile EarthMother revolution
Pupils notice
left-deductive
reductive
conflating
labeling
commodifying
dividing
Left from Right dominance.
JustUs Rights
restoring Earth's evolutionary co-arising:
harmonically polyculturing Beloved Communion,
resonantly resilient longing
to belong co-equivalent with Left.
JustUs Permaculturing Mentor
mutually messianic co-redeemer
spiritual health as natural wealth intent
through resiliently wealthy
resonantly healthy
ego/ecotherapeutic praxis:
"Permaculture" as paradigm
designing organic zero-centric whole system therapeutic frame
for designing win/win development,
evolving seasoned revolutions within spacetime
Nondual co-incidental co-arising
Hosts inviting Polycultural Co-Passioning Parasites
Love consumers
and Life producers
DeComposers and ReGenerators,
mutually coherent co-operations
merging healthier polycultural nature environments
within and without conspiring landscapes
more polypathically healthy
than monoculturally unwealthy
Co-redemptive economics of naturally healthy
political wealth,
nondual bi-iconic in/ex-formation balance
zen system of co-arising dipolar discernment
co-manifesting Nondual Win/Win Destiny
EarthTribe dying and living
co-developing exhaling and inhaling
both summer's fullness and winter's purgative hibernation,
enlightenment's fullness and dual-dark embryonic emptiness
optimizing Left's deductive/inductive syntax
and Right's Win-Win eco-normic codex
Sustaining cooperative +Yang/(-,-)Yin equivalent balance
double-bound temporal flow as prime co-binary function
EarthTribe's
Permacultural Sacred Commons
recomposing root-systemic empowerment
at crowning zen-speed
of core-chi bicameral enlightenment.
Polycultural MetricSyntax
+/- C's dipolar appositional co-relationship
Physically Full/MetaPhysically Empty
Zen-Tao-Mahakalpa
NonDualistic CoBinary Prime
Crown/Root 0-Soul.
What is the difference between a Rescuer
and a Facilitator?
A codependent
and a resilient health-enabler?
Why?
If we insist we must have at least one,
What is a difference
between a pan-sectarian Messiah/Bodhisattva,
a co-inviter into health-fertile mutual service
And, a compassioned co-facilitator,
an eco/ego-therapist,
An Other/Self-cooperative healer?
As for the first,
I look for a distinction,
unconscious or not,
between LeftEgo's self-dominant intent
for internal wealth-serving service,
growing more fame and less infamy,
more adoration and less apathy,
self-rescuing from an anonymous pit
of unprominent history;
On the other hand,
the Facilitator is an equal opportunity rescuer
for both Ego and Ego's healthy EcoHabitat,
including planet,
animals and plants and people,
foreign forests and HereNow complex technocratic cities,
far away deserts and internal oceans of motion,
former golden days and still perpetual nights,
past nutrition and future health,
ancient tribes and future families.
As for differences
between sacred CoMessiahs
and eco-over-ego secular therapists,
perhaps the difference between an integral spirit of abundant faith
and a robust soul for healthy and humble HereNow agnosticism,
like John Rawls' vulnerable veil of self/other unknowing,
perhaps this is one of those distinctions between metaphysical identities
without a RealTime physical nature difference,
The dubious difference between non-violent sacred communication
and enthymematic,
nondual-WinWin,
secular co-passionate discernment,
between LeftBrain active hope
for future cooperative healthy-wealth understanding,
and RightBrain historical faith
in ancient wealthy-health tribal experience
DNA's secular/sacred nonsectarian history
of rescuing ourselves
from dubious
dead-end
unhealthy differences.
What's the difference between what's metaphysically uplifting
and what's physically integral,
interdependent,
synergetic?
Maybe both are heavier
and one promises to co-arise lighter?
Through truth conviction is gained.Through grace mercy is obtained.Through creation light and darkness are formed.Through peace,truth,grace,,light ,and darkness evil always comes in to create a storm to make reality a complete and real form. All of these things are done to be a true form,metaphysically,scientifically,done without harm. Judgement is complete,and justice is gained when the one who strive with his maker,maybe to try and return to their maker realizes that the maker,can be a life giver,or a life taker.Is this why some call God "The Creator",and Jesus Christ the Savior?They Labor! Giver,taker,of light,darkness,peace,evil,truth,grace,happiness maker,or peace taker,or evil creator,,love maker,and most truly, judgement partaker,to be a convicted,or exzonerated,as "Creator.
A problem with breath-focused sitting
eyes hooded
closed down sensory receptor meditation,
in my peak omnipotent mindful experience
This inside passive form of seeking resilience
presumes we consistently care
about furthering our
health care vocations,
organically sacred to some,
merely biological to more chronically traumatized
emotionally challenged
by histories
of neglect
and/or multigenerational mysteries
of emotional/verbal
physical/nonverbal abuse
disregard
bullying
The opposite of nonviolent communication
to restore egojustice
and repair trauma damage
to panentheistic
yintegral ecopeace
Which is the opposite
of monotheistic
yang-supremacist ecocide
As enlightened resonance
of Sun Worship
is to dark dissonance
against Earth empowering
resilient Win/Win
health care meditation systems,
physically active
and metaphysically robust movement,
music,
mindful,
therapeutic empowering
co-passionate peak neurosensory
resilient inside/outside
sad and glad tears
Meditation systems
for enlightening medication
co-empowering
exhausting, but not manic,
exhilarating, but sustainable
intense, but not anxious
anticipations of time-sufficient
left/right bicameral
thought/felt resiliently sacred
restorative
EarthTribal Justice
Organic co-passioning
timeless warm round
expansive light empowering
all forming and flowing
inter-religious interconnections
in-between natural/spiritual regenerations
of co-operative
co-governing
co-mediating ecopolitical
robust and resilient
co-invested
EarthMothered peace.
YOU
Are the wild fire, the candy in a kiss,
Open windows of eyes
Devouring blue liquid sky
Heart in rhythm with Eternity
Every breath cool smoke in a dark morning translucent
A ghost remembering its delicious yesterdays
&
I'm
Questioning if that Angel in my life
Is just as ferociously brilliant as
Those who never wake to something less than
Deep peace and velvet surrounding their lingering
Embracement of God,
Or If
The fuzzy truth just blinds me in my joy.
Jesus was a patristic carpenter,
a non-nationalistic builder
of goodnews communal structure,
a nonviolent communicating leader,
a multispirit-natural facilitator,
divinely humane bilateral
spiritual health is natural wealth
facilitator of recreative green
and blue
and red-blooded sensory communion.
I am a mere custodian
of messianic intention,
practice,
discipline,
caring for co-empowerment,
vocational integrity,
ecopolitical EarthHealth and Safety
re-enlightenment,
A custodial health care giver
and wealth sensational receiver,
practicing this sacred vocation
of proactive kindness
for improving health sensory outcomes,
scouring systematic memories
and green clean freeing imagination
of multiculturally furnished resonance,
harmonically polishing resilient gleaming finishes
Of climaxing compassion
recreating passionate
yet safe
incomes extending polycultural communion
more free of risking segregated collapse
of healthy form
with wealthy functions.
Cooperative custody of wide spatial
and deep tempered
resonant wellbeing,
integral systemic order,
therapeutic win/win cleanliness
for organic peace
through interdependently cooperative custody,
Physical sensory longevity care
for stable healthy spaces
and metaphysically safe, dust-free mental wealth
neuro-healing traumatized at risk places.
Custodians can integrate daily mindbody life
and EarthMaintenance sensory work
as occupational
sacred vocational
prayer.
Earth's custodians
mediate regenerative compassion,
meditate in practical
mindful
actively evolving revolving
inter-flowing sensory spiritual/natural
interdependent/integral custody practice
Humble custodians
of healthy natural green mind
and wealthy sensory-spiritual
red-blooded healthcare
of EarthPatriotic
wondrously awesome
resiliently resonant hearts
with wholesome healing minds
embodying sacredly cooperative life.
You are the perfect example of what a man should be
Internally coded with intense sexuality
I don’t think for a minute you want to be just friends
Your subtle gestures are just a mends for your situation
There is a reason you anchor to this crustacean
You listen as if I'm teaching you the bible
And you need my lessons for survival
You perform as if you are my weight hand and foot
You bring me juices whose nectar makes my heart beat like Chinese percussion
I know you probably be thinking, “Im’ma get me some!”
But not because you want to cum into me
Not because you’re not happy at home with wifey
But just because you are anchored by me metaphysically
And besides my poetry you don’t really know ME