Best Potentialities Poems
Vunerable, my heart my own; not trusting; hard to trust any one-
Emotions running rampant,
Not willing to take chances
I sealed my life, my heart with protective defenses
And then came you
You saw me, wanted to know me, desired me and changed my life's view
So that I am dreaming of life's potentialities.
Blind, not looking
And out of the darkness through the disallusion of life's negatiivity,
love came through you and brought serenity
And though my heart was encased with barriers, deep and strong
I believe God sent you to adorn my life with intimacy of feelings and
desires never felt before till you came and embarked my heart's door.
The feelings of sadness you broke and with your coming,
I have feelings of new possibilties.
Timid, shy, alone-
Needing someone to call my own
Lost within myself-
Hurts and pains of the past yielding themselves in me so strong
Robbing me of life's true love, its full experience-
My life needing new direction: a purpose of fulfilling;
Then came you and I am alive and living.
Timing seemed off at first but nonetheless we met
Spent time together and then time progressed-
Causing a moment's separation;
However years and live have brought us back together
Through God's renewing--now full circle--a reconnection
And then came you, again, and to my surprise but with a welcomed spirit-
My heart is fully open to love's possibilities.
And then came you and I am totally fulfilled.
And then came you and I am inspired and yielding to love's will.
And then came you and my heart if leaping with joy and hope-
No longer enslaved by life's tightrope.
And then came you and I am free-
Many inhibitions carried away by the wind of destiny;
So I know and believe in the power of love's--your love--potency.
God's love for us. Your love for me. My love for you.
Taking us to present and future realms of highest ecstacy-
To know the essence of true love for infinity. Another chance for love.
freedom means a lot to me
what does freedom means to you
to me;freedom is equal opportunities
equal reward for all
kinds of potentialities
to me as well as anybody elsewhere
freedom to speak without favor and fear
freedom to move to anywhere
so far as i want it
freedom is free and fairness
regardless of where i was born
or where i came from
the color of my skin
my religious status
or how i appear
for i am not what i wear
i need freedom spiritually
physically,mentally,emotionally
psychologically, sexually
and freedom financially
what makes me different from others
is what i do with my life
Pattern creator weaving through semantic gridlock. Synaptic blockage has me dining on feedback. Consuming concepts of Id's bleeding out a dissociative psychocollage.
No Map No-Thing.
Images overlapping gaps of referential perspective all lapping up my awareness [{that is overclocked thinking thoughts at lightning speed}]
I have Become.
The Lone Madman stripping down the day and rearranging pieces my own way
DreamingDriftingDrowning in a sea of suspended belief. Jumping Juxtaposition! How to navigate such a clash of colloidal moment places?
Negation of orientation is a hidden freedom. In the Disconnect expect a mighty Vertigo; it briefly will swallow YOU leaving only the leafy sensation that is the essence of hollow. Immersion is complete. no more Self memory. No-Thing is concrete. Just a simple drop in the Bucket. This is We. This is dissolution. Attaching Desire and Control on Potentialities is disillusion.
Let’s dive into our mind
Look around – perhaps nothing is as it seems
There’s a unique perception
An amalgamation - of what we call me
Like rich fertile soil
Brimming with potentialities
Nature verses nurture
So grow the seeds
The roots grow deep
Manifesting in the subconscious mind
Breaking the surface
Revealing the crops – behavior becomes defined
The harvest can be bountiful
We truly reap what we sow
The health of the product
Contingent on the knowledge we know
Thoughts left undiscerned
The weeds spread like wild vines
Effecting the crops
Damaging – the internals in our mind
So let’s dive inside
Look around and take a mental note
Let’s clarify our perspective
Our humanity – our future will grow
If you don’t like the crops
Take action – not poetic hyperbole
It’s all in our mind
An amalgamation of you and me
POIEMA PERFECTED
made divine
& healed
rescued
&transformed
our life
fully satisfied
in the physical
psychological
& spiritual
appreciated&
appropriated
a deliverance
from bondage
healing hurts
& memories
life permeating
our being
in visions of another Eden
heaven
a deeper blue
erth sweeter green
as his poiema
flood the scene
a coming kingdom
scene
light
with
no darkness
a purpose
a direction
love made manifest
timeless
lasting
satisfaction
our design revealed
in our organic
unity
an immediate impression
death defeated
a vision giving
meaning to life
potentialities awakened
aesthetics imagined
given form
as dilemmas dissolve
emotions evolve
in
poiema
perfected
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
I used to envy still life painters
longing to see
organic geometric relationships
between full-color light
and irregular isolating forms,
These close to self-identity
and those background wildernesses
of bright and happy adventure
or dark and fear-filled
encroaching climate pathologies
unenduring nightmare epic nights.
Now I find healthier
and happier resilience
listening to biometric interrelationships
within ever changing,
not the least bit still dead,
flowing light formed Yang
nudging more or less happily
toward brightest ZeroCore
dualdark fertile pregnant potentialities
of universal Yintegrity
through sight and sound,
For polypathic touch and taste and feel
with polyphonic fragrances
of spring newborn cries and coos
through winter's wise dream
musical-comedy/tragedy hibernation,
awaiting further new resilience days
with resonant bright sky nights
Ultra-violet souled,
witness to Earth's great transitory emotions.
I now envy synergetic, not fragmenting,
creolizing, not colonizing
matriarchal both/and feeling
not so angry dominating patriarchal
either/or straight too *****
for mutual redemption,
resilient co-facilitators of communication
role-playing slow and GoldenRule grown
full-life revolving pictures
speaking nutritionally through cooperatively owned frames
Pursuing resilient health/wealth dreams
in ego's foreground
as witnessed by polypathic
organic voices with rhythm
and pattern,
beat and light and darkly sung emotions
inviting bright and happy resonantly compassionate adventures
with AllSouls living,
past,
and regenerative future
Which is rather a larger
and more robust life-painting skills
integrity agenda.
Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun,
Depths of the clear blue sky between, Plains where life is felt
Patched with a hundred tints of brown and green, --
Beauty of Earth, when in the harmonies
The cannon's note has ceased to be a part,
I shall return once more and bring to these
The worship of an undivided heart.
Of those sweet potentialities that wait
For my heart's deep desire to fecundate
I shall resume the search, if Fortune grants;
And the great cities of the world shall yet
witness the search for my princess.
Economies are positive when consuming and producing balanced nutrition,
and are depressed when consuming and producing too much
by way of dissonant toxic loss and suffering,
un-ecological hubris,
climate pathologies suboptimizing WinWin potentialities
for multiculturally healthy outcomes.
Economic nutritional abundance
sometimes labeled as wealth,
is an artifact,
neither exclusive, much less supremely, significant
in and of its own dance,
within politically empowering multicultural health,
internal polypathic cooperative EgoLeft/EcoRight solidarity
externalizing Earth's tribally landscaped
nutritional extended family enculturation wealth.
Wealthy cooperative economies
consume polypathic ecological health
to politically produce Earth-trusting nutrition,
deep learning landscapes
regenerating co-empathic climates
of bicameral DNA/RNA dialects
reweaving syncretic TaoTime balance.
The twelve zodiacs
In the Chinese calendar
Signifies twelve potentialities
Twelve characters
Twelve charms
All will contribute to
The varieties and success of the world
One may believe that
The pig - simple and easily satisfied are non-crime committing
The dog - alert for dangers give warning in times
The rooster-give morning calls for a fresh day work, so abiding and loyal
The monkey-inquisitive though, add laughters to cheer up the world
The sheep-a coat of protection from freezing and so hardships
The horse-galloping like a swift wind, symbolizing energetic will bring success
The snake-a winding movement to escape from blockades and hardships in a wise way
The dragon-signifies prosperity, and dreams will come true with hardworks
The rabbit-soft and humble in nature
The tiger-energetic and powerful
The ox-hardworking and enduring
The rat-active even in the darkness of misfortunes
These twelve distinguishing characters of mankind
Will decide the future of the world tomorrow
“A man is as miserable as he thinks he is” -Seneca
I want to do bigger and better things in my life
I want to fulfill all my potentialities
I want my actions to be the example
I just want to be the best I can possibly be
I'm prepared to endure great losses
I'm willing to stand in the fire and to bleed
I am prepared to fall into deep despair
Because when I fail, it's a step in the process that sets me free
I know there's only one true competitor in my life
Its the voice of discontent and self-doubt that whispers in my mind
But when I'm mindful of the internal narrative
I'm empowered to control the controllables in my life
For I am responsible
I'm not a pathetic helpless victim in this life
I'm a warrior, a conqueror
I’ll willing to pay the ultimate sacrifice
The sacrifice is having extreme patiences
And staying true to your word
It's about relentless perseverance
Sadly, to the younger generation, these actions seem absurd
This life, my life, will not be taken for granted
I have personal choices to make
And that choice is to give everything I have
Anything less, would be a serious mistake
Almost Perfection, we two fit together
Bound in the incense of love and desire
Called by a song of eternal attraction
Dancing its way through our being;
Eager for everything, we dream it to life.
Fire and ice through the passage of days
Grief and delight shared together
Half light, half darkness
Interweave in life's flow,
Joining and kindling the mysteries of love.
Kind seeks out kind
Love conquers lust
Man and Woman become something
Numinous; a third sort of being,
Ontologically supreme.
Potentialities vie with realities,
Quixotic schemes founder
Resisted in the mire of daily
Situations that pull them to earth;
Tempestuous love strives to ascend.
Under the sun of our expectations
Verity sometimes gropes blindly in its glare.
We seek the perfection of what we are,
Xenophobic in our sharp self-focus,
Yet still in need of those others who love us.
Zealots are we all, drunk on the common draught of passion.
Not that you asked,
or ever would feel free to inquire,
yet perhaps you grow ready to listen
to a voice inviting exit
from your,
and our,
long loneliness,
self-contempt,
isolation so shelled-over,
so embedded,
you are sure we are each and all
unredeemably alone
In our envy of others,
the positive deviants
with apparently healthy organic
and resonant
and resilient relationships
While we remain powerless to conjure enough curiosity
to discover
and/or rediscover
our own win/win potentialities,
personal
and political,
economic
and ecologically regenerative.
Depression conjures
dark apartness messes
all your own too-competitive fault.
But, your depression,
emotional and/or economic,
political and/or environmental,
like my own,
is no more or less your fault
than is Donald Oompa Trumpa President
of all anti-ecological wisdom,
a new ungreen post-millennial oxymoron,
and Earth's algorithmic degeneration
into lose/lose fragility,
And privileged human SuperEgo's declention
disarray
dismay
despair into xenophobic rabidity
oligarchical madness
global depression
mutual suppression
liberally invested in every thing
but love,
curiosity
recovering win/win birth canal memory,
a magical moment of hope for Earth's warm light
of lifetime win/win recovery.
Your depression is your fault
only in this warm right-brain accompaniment sense
of feeling and knowing we are a fluid,
yet stuck, State
that is our shared win/lose fault
of left-brain dominating culture
parsing compassion stingily,
saving for glorious and
win/win right-brain interdependent
un-lonely Rapturous sacred end.
But, as every community organizer
and integral permaculture designer
and restorative justice advocator
knows from win/win v win/lose v loselose
retributive v restorative justice experience,
we cannot end a resilient health-building project
that will include
any and all multicultural win/win faith
if we did not embody already inside
as we began
pushing through our original organic tunnel
toward Earth love's first light
and unmuted sounds
of greeting,
warm accompaniment
universal co-present love,
Hope
faith in EarthMother's warm feeding breast
from whence we each compassion came
come
and go.
Commencement ended soon and costumes came to stay.
They got fit into me well, like feathers that sway;
How evenly cute rows of students stood at ease!
As heads high stand spruce and coconut and palm trees...!
As the bright sun's rays glisten the waters troubled,
A bit of joy of my friends, in me too bubbled;
A tinge of pain amalgamated with soft rage,
With my stress and strain within I did get engage...!
What's graduation when exam was not done well?
Don't more than potentialities, here, marks sell?
One answer that though I knew as clear as crystal,
Had stuck my mind like bullet in a jammed pistol...!
Though I stood smiling for a better photo shoot,
Mind turned numb, like a flute gradually gone mute;
Till a gleam of contentment creep within me soon,
Wouldn't my degree blink long like a gaudy balloon...???
15 March 2023
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made divine
& healed
rescued
&transformed
our life
fully satisfied
in the physical
psychological
& spiritual
appreciated&
appropriated
a deliverance
from bondage
healing hurts
& memories
life permeating
our being
in visions of another Eden
heaven
a deeper blue
erth sweeter green
as his poiema
flood the scene
a coming kingdom
scene
light
with
no darkness
a purpose
a direction
love made manifest
timeless
lasting
satisfaction
our design revealed
in our organic
unity
an immediate impression
death defeated
a vision giving
meaning to life
potentialities awakened
aesthetics imagined
given form
as dilemmas dissolve
emotions evolve
in
poiema
perfected
Seems like advocates for cooperatively-invested dialogue
are concerned about indoor classroom experiences
that feel a lot more like debate
or merely academic,
detached,
cold analysis of win/lose evolutionary history,
in which might proves rightwing kleptocratic victories
while lefter democratic peace voices
fade into non-violent
non-verbal communications
just among our oh-so-tolerant lefty hugging selves.
I've been talking to our Faith Formation Director
about why Unitarian-Universalist Universities
are
and are not
appropriate educational dialogue multicultures
for any faith formation,
active hope reformation,
compassionate therapy development,
climate health rather than more climate pathology.
It seems that good faith formation
precludes bad lack of trust deformation,
disinformation,
egotistic debate cultures
where winners take all
and losers run off in search of some safer classroom.
For me,
outdoor classrooms feel safer
for win/win multicultural dialogue
between nutritionally communicating allies,
consuming and producing healthy natural elements
like richer soil,
cleaner water,
better air,
balanced ego/eco-systemic climates
where distinctions between wealth and health
are held collectively for further refinement,
and not hoarded autonomously
for further isolating definitions
into either-or thinking
without sufficient emotional intelligence
for both health and wealth of feeling.
Outdoor classrooms
endorse dialogue
about how ecology and theology,
like science and sentience
outside and inside,
refine good trusting faith formation together
more left and right hemispheric
rightwing and leftwing heuristic exploration
toward in-between mutually cooperative discovery
uncovery of win/win potentialities,
Rather than all that inside classroom
business as supremely left-hemisphere academic
egocentric
anthropocentric left v right debate
about whose cold calculating weapons
are best for overpowering warm organic tools
of Earth's most polycultural producing healthy wealth.
Reforming left and right hemispheric dialogue
feels better,
naturally and spiritually,
holistically and holonically;
outside ecological relationships
forming good faith
of and for inside theological compassion.