Best Natural Process Poems
My secret cries are my pains I hide, hidden from the world to see.
Hidden so intense my soul became debility of weakness.
My heart hinders to collapse and deflates.
Completely of decay, secretly lessen for the amounts of importance.
Shedding everyday by natural process, my cries are easier to hide.
Hidden behind my diluted mask of faulty smiles, I portray when you are around.
As I wear with grace, deceiving you with an illusion of happiness.
I die a little more inside.
A cast away of pain, a cavity is what I became.
Over dosing the quantity heartbreak, so overwhelmed my heartaches. Now begin causing the feeling of great sorrow, never wanting to see tomorrows.
My secret cries of agony, a thought to die is where my truth lies.
Memories are influencing misery, emotionally and physically.
What hides behind my smile is vulnerability.
My cries vocalize, overflowing with tears burns my insides.
My heart is a furnace that burns for cremating my flesh of lies.
Keeps me feeling, as thou I am no longer alive.
Always walking through the crowd with my head up high, fore these feelings no one will ever find.
My secret cries therefore shall die when I die.
Then there will be no longer any secret cries to hide.
Nevertheless, until the day I leave this earth, my cries shall stay buried alive.
A woman is strong.
She is loving and wise.
She endures,
She moves hearts,
She laughs and she cries.
She nurtures,
She commends,
She supports and she mends.
All for the sake of her children and friends.
A woman does all this,
And yet,
She suffers the dreaded menstruation.
In modern countries,
She can go to the store and buy things like tampons,
Tampons and pads.
Then she'll be on her way.
She'll be on with her life,
Being a mother, a worker, and a friend.
But in developing countries,
What does she get?
She must stay at home,
Struggling with the bloodstained fabrics and floors,
That look like an accident that had happened during her chores.
She must keep bringing water, to and fro,
She must push on, but even still,
She is struggling.
She can't enter the places of worship,
She is seen as dirty and unclean,
For a natural process that she can't control.
She is sent out into huts,
Small and windowless.
She is sent there with her children,
Because of the blood that shows she is fertile.
A woman is strong and powerful.
She endures hardships greater than some.
She endures sexism and racist remarks,
She endures life and corrupt society,
She endures every day with heavy anxiety.
Every woman deserves to be treated like a queen,
For her endurance,
For her compassion,
For her loving beam.
A woman is strong,
In ways that cannot be seen,
But must be heard, felt, and remembered.
The empty nest syndrome
Looking up, into the skies, clouds form
an empty nest, it becomes the norm.
I do not desire to know the empty nest syndrome!
Yet must, as my young Bird seldom comes home.
It is a natural process- an inevitable course for life,
yet it is difficult to accept, worrying, living with strife
as one observes, in horror and looks, with fear,
into the eyes of all you gave to, seeing it slowly disappear
into the groping claws of ?, losing what is Dear,
to the insanity of this insane, as he takes hold
of your beloved, young Daughters innocence, to mold
her – with empty promises – into the likeness of him,
this punk, pr~ck, as~~ole demented, who’s light is so dim,
shadow cannot be seen, life for my Beauty, is a black hole abyss
from which she may not escape – a good life she will miss –
from this place, this place she sees not nor able to rise above,
thinking she feels ?, believing his feelings are love,
this sh~t he lays on her – this sick demented f~ck
who uses, abuses, plays her, drags her into the muck
because he can, because of her naiveté, her obsession,
her insecurities, her innocent beauty, her depression.
In his life time - an innocent cute ty, never !, never !,
again to know, as never before, nor after – ever !
It is no wonder, under his thumb, he keeps my Melanie,
trapped by all – his and hers – she unable to set herself free
as he plays his mind games – threats that will not let her be
a woman, on her own – in the right hands - that I might see
come to maturity in all her beauty – not to be – to high the fee !
B. J. “A ” 2
October 2nd 2004
I fall in love,
why do i love others?
why do i waste time brothers?
imagine, without love,
what ‘ll be the face of this world?
could you survive in hate withheld?
Love is only to care someone’s feelings.
a natural process for nerves heelings.
everyone’s likes a sweet voice for fair dealings.
or would you like to blow up peelings?
never mind, you can live as human,
to enjoy friendship with children and a woman.
or you can live as a beast,
to kill, rape others to spread criminal dust.
NEW YEAR 2024
Adieu to New Year’s Eve , being nostalgic.
But ready to welcome New Year ! Me , fervid frolic.
Coming Year is inviting New Challenge and thrill.
Dreamy dormant desires are to pursue and fulfil.
Exciting ideas are waiting eagerly with expectation .
Feeling fervent fervour to proceed on determination .
Gorgeous gracious missions sure to follow on.
Happy New Year! Let the evils be gone.
Igniting inciting always the eternal truth
Journey of Life , whether uneven or smooth.
Kindling my inherent strength to dazzle.
Life full of troubles is nothing but a puzzle.
Making my family to feel great and admirable.
Noble, novel thoughts to activate turning viable.
Optimistically to approach onward more or less.
Patience, passion for plans and programs to progress
Quest for new venture to start on new gear.
Rescinding old grievances to breathe fresh on New Year.
Scores of past year are my assets and potential.
To try my best this year to be exceptional.
Union of past and present gives genuine essence.
Vow of New Year is based on past experience.
Worries and miseries of the past year to resolve.
“X” the unknown of New Year’s equation to solve.
Year 2023 got old and expired on natural process
Zone of New Year 2024 now to assess and access.
When danger comes,
Mind feels fear,
And sends attention to the nerves,
To protect a body.
This is natural process,
Internal nature gets this message,
From external nature,
And provides indications for safety.
A person can’t do so fast,
As mind does it for a life.
You can blame me or I can blame you,
Nature also blames a person.
When he does wrong.
Nature gave a punishment,
To its power controlling body,
A person is safe, until he co-operates nature,
He falls ill when he obeys natural system.
What a nature can do,
Rain, earthquake, cyclones, tsunamis,
Tornado is the anger of nature,
Nature delivers when a man refuses him.
Who protects him on the Earth?
The older I get
The weaker and slower
And more tired I get
(with, from, of)
And the less I care
(about, for, to).
When I was younger
I guess I saw this coming,
At least I saw it in old people,
But I never thought it would happen to me.
Now here it is
And I don’t really care.
I suppose it’s a natural process of entropy,
But I’m not sure I want to assign myself
Completely to the confines
Of a thermodynamic system,
Yet it may be just as simple as that.
But then again
The older I get
The easier it gets
To see that I am not
Just this body.
Sure, this body means a lot
And takes a lot of attention
But it is still,
As worn and tired as it may be,
Just my current vehicle.
Sooner or later
I’ll be needing a new one,
But I’m in no rush,
I still care enough
About, for, to this one.
(10/31/24)
There is no true social reform or reconstruction
without individual effort toward a new direction
our social ill's have many philosophic maxims
all somewhat similar to the Pandora's box syndrome
People are the way they are,because
the world is the way it is...
The world is the way it is,because
people are the way they are...
It becomes a collective challenge thru individual effort,
from the inside out,a personal and worthy endeavor
adjustment of the social whole appears superficial
from one to the many,natural process toward the special...
One of the worlds oldest riddles...
" What came first,the chicken or the egg? "
There is no resolution,or reconciling universal mysteries,
until we can approach and understand the mystery of Man...
Human World has Natural growth,
Sun grows and contributes rays,
Heat touches to all to feel,
Sun sets and stars appears,
Moon shines and produces dream,
A tired nature enjoys sleep,
And plans for further growth.
Birds they eat,
Animal they eat,
Trees they eat,
Human they eat,
To maintain their energy,
A system is lingering on over the centuries.
Flood, earthquake, cyclones, tornadoes,
Altered the natural growth,
A question is still questioning,
Who is the architecture of the nature?
Who produced so variety of languages and colours?
One after one human claimed them a messenger,
Identification of God committed its worship,
Messengers were born in different languages and different communities,
When Monarch was fencing the barriers,
And seeded the discrimination.
And misinterpreted the deeds,
To devalued the moral virtues.
A different message of God,
In a different mind of a human,
A creative role is of human distinctions.
Fanaticism seems childish,
The bureaucracy of terrorists,
To kill innocents to proof their God’s Mercy.
Forgiveness for slavery,
And donation for poors,
To establish a theme of God,
God is one; we all are sisters and brothers,
Breed, Colour and language,
A distinctive growth is natural.
But human belief,
A worshipper of innocent killings.
Killers believe that God will reward them,
Heaven, Where they shall enjoy fairies.
Natural process grows and dies itself,
A power balanced them all,
We are the factors only.
I wonder if one human life
comes with opportunities to go home again.
TimeLine Do-Overs.
I wish I could have taught my kids,
and my neighbors' kids,
and your kids,
that the Holy Spirit is to Christianity
as the Gaia Hypothesis is to EarthJustice and Peace,
to Bodhisattva Warriors,
to secular humanist ecologist atheists,
to Taoists,
to Buddhists,
to the Original Tribes of holonic-organic animists,
nature-spirit nondual co-arising worshipers
of each sunrise,
each life as gift,
grace,
sacrament,
wonder and awe,
not quite so much competitive,
win some but eventually lose it all
shock and awe.
The Gaia Hypothesis
plays a WinWin dominant game
as a creolizing
matriarchal-patriarchal equivalent
co-messianic political economy of co-redemption,
Works for me
as both Earth-regenerative natural process
and HolySpirit-cooperative spiritual progress.
There is indeed something childlike
inherent in this view of Gaia as Sacred WinWin Ecology,
perhaps in a Gregory Bateson sense,
shared DNA-RNA memories
of Mother's sacredly nutritious embryonic womb,
when communication about mutual health care-giving and -receiving
required no LeftBrain words not yet learned,
and yet infant production and host consumption levels
across the double-boundary of womb and embryonic new life
balanced cooperatively co-empathic
or both would perish as one Gaia Spirit.
Everything I have learned about life in the real world
other than this Virginal Gaia Spiritual experience
of matriarchal nurturing flow
to maintain bilateral primal relationships,
has fallen a bit patriarchally short of my initial anticipation,
expectations of meeting others
originally baptized in polypathic Gaia Holiness Spirit
and not really needing to remind their kids
that our shared HolySpirit is to multiculturing religions
as the Gaia Hypothesis is to polyculturing healthier outcomes.
I wonder if I had planted this message back twenty years ago
might Gaia as HolySpirit
sound less hypothetical,
and more exegetical,
today.
we talk
when
we want to receive, share or donate,
to conversate or comment,
verbal or written,
an ordinary messages or a hard copy,
to inform, develop or contribute,
an idea, vision or theory,
to find appropriate, supportive or cooperative,
an imaginary space,
to secure our methods,
to protect our techniques,
to learn, gain, or examine
human wastage,
time and energy,
for younger generation,
to provide a better standard,
of utilization for natural resources.
we walk,
to improve our foolishness,
we talk,
to gain our wiseness.
demolition, a natural process,
growth for visible status.
invisibility proves nothing
but
progress is hidden,
in the space,
where we imagine our hopes, desires or goals.
Understanding The Difference Between Spirit, Soul
And Body:
And have put on the new man who is renewed in
knowledge according to the image of Him who
created him, - Colossians 3:10
In continuation of our series on the differences
between the spirit, soul and body, today we shall
dwell on how to cultivate these three aspects of
human for optimal performance.
Growth is a natural process for most animate; and by
virtue of being a living, the body, spirit and soul of
human are susceptible to a growth process from a
smaller state to a higher or bigger one.
Whilst the body develops through a biological or
natural process; the same cannot be said of the other
entities making a human. The spirit and soul do not
grow or develop through a detached biological
process. On the contrary, they have to be consciously
cultivated before they can develop.
Even the human body needs more than the workings
of biology to blossom and remain fit; as it needs
constant attention to be at its best and serve its
owner optimally. The same way the spirit and soul
requires dedicated attention to develop.
For the soul, which has bearing on the mind and
thoughts, it derives its nourishment from knowledge.
The best way to develop the human soul is to expose
it to learning. The extent that one is exposed to
information is the extent his soul will be able. For the
soul, the saying, ‘information is power’ is most
apposite, as a soul derives its ability to process
information and arrives at a course of action based
on the exposure it has to knowledge on the matter at
hand or a related subject.
A soul that is not informed will be prone to make bad
decisions; while the enlightened soul will most likely
make wise choices. Information is the nourishment
of the soul. That is why our reference passage above
says that the new man within is “renewed in
knowledge.” Meanwhile, the depth of bearing of the
soul is usually determined by the level of exposure it
has to knowledge.
Cellular walls built honeycomb structure
bee-like are particle charges instructors
Assisting growth furthering fashion
golden dew which sweetens our passion
Like an atomic reactant absorbing the charge
we the attractant evolve at large.....
Blueprint of future within ourselves
footprints we leave....what we put in our shelves
The natural process of timely matter
aeons of progression which we hopefully gather......
The universe is full of awe and mystery
And certainly it has no recorded history
The pious do trust it as God’s ingenuity
Opinions are personal, short of remedy.
The sceptic questions the divine meddling
In the natures’ routine continual trending
It drives on even when no one is attending
It is but a natural process without binding.
Believers describe it as a divine comedy
The atheists condemn it as divine tragedy
But the few intelligent and the judicious
Refer to it as nothing but a divine chaos.
The black one contains the incense of his cremation:
the fragrance of hair become ash,
shreds of flesh lost among the sorting of the parts,
grindings of those that didn’t burn.
A bowl of gold nuggets reshaped in fire;
jewelry for the bereaved.
Another, fashioned from prayer and smoke,
holds a rosary and a cross.
(Was he a believer?).
In the plain envelope, the one with the string tie,
are photographs and small paintings of his women;
some he didn’t know.
That one is made of ice. Windings, stained cotton sheets,
imprints of last bodies can be found there.
The silvered one, the hemisphere, hides a woman’s breasts;
the oval box the curve of her body from breast to knee;
the one of marble holds knees to ankles.
Her feet and head? He sold them to a collector.
Take care with that one. It holds his souls, one for each face.
(Do souls have weight?)
Arrange the boxes for me, will you? Put them in a life’s order.
Will you begin with the one,
and then the other,
and the third becomes the ghost?
I come back to the resolved:
his is the humility of the commonplace,
refuge of the soon forgotten,
a natural process.