Line of inquiry:
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
- by Unseeking Seeker
Amidst our laughter and great fun
She calmed down with a frown
As if a ghost was climbing down
To turn her back, leave and shun.
Did we express things harshly or rude?
Which word has implied something broad
We only meant just one thing
So kindly from our heart that morning.
Do we need to clarify, rewind or rephrase?
We’ll do with sincere apology and embrace
Unintended innuendo comes fortuitously
As abrupt blow while playing smoothly.
Extra cautiousness cries all the time
To make our lines go on perfect rhymes
Words must be melodious to all ears and heart
Well thought with love and care from the start.
Distractions
What falsely makes you happy
Could be your destruction
Cos there is no paradise in hell
Most hell feels like heaven nowadays
So trade your ways with cautiousness
Let your conciseness be alive
Their is power in thought
So picture your life by yourself
Be the author of your ways
Be the origin of your movement
The universe will moves with you
Only when you are ready to be yourself
So I chant satisfy my soul oh God
For I have been wailing
Yes I have been through ups and down
I refuse to be where the world thinks
I should be
Cos my dreams is not their vision
My prayers is not their answer
My life is not their ways
My sermons are pure
Yet the world is made of false hope
Full of diverse
Distractions.
I remember feeling inadequate, but I also remember the fierceness I felt,
That out of all the people surrounding me, I wasn't meant to protect anyone else,
I felt completely ridiculed, but the feeling that I felt was so strong,
God told me I want you to remain silent, while I loved you all along,
I knew opinions would get in the way, because I watched how they were quick to throw judgment,
And it did not matter how pure my intent was, they would have turned it around to block it,
The cautiousness in the air was so thick, like a fear that would not let go,
And every day I would pray for your protection to see the truth and grow,
I saw the innocence of your heart, a love that was so strong,
It blew me away and I knew that's why you were gone for so long,
And through it all you still held on, and stood for the love you believed,
The courage you showed, man of God, was unlike anything I've ever seen,
So forgive me if I love you more than I should, because your heart brings tears to my eyes,
You will always have my friendship, I will always stand by your side.
Darkness, a clasping press around a heart,
The surreal motions of city life in the rain
Slowly drifting, defenseless as I tear apart
Bothered nonchalance, letting in the pain.
A papercup of coffee, a vice for contemplation
Amidst the pristine smiles which is yet to conceive
The fleeting awareness of the threat of preparation,
Sooner, at least once, one finds a way to leave.
Nothingness is a kind of gift too,
But it can also be cruelly taken away
Everything is true when nothing is true
For those sighs that hurry up to end the day.
Drifting in guardless cautiousness,
Hoping amidst the dire hopelessness.
Dec.17, 2024
I knew from the moment he locked eyes with me as he stared from across the room,
He wouldn't take his eyes off me, examining my every move,
I sensed his fear from the beginning, the rules of cautiousness in the atmosphere he knew,
That strangled his heart from being open, because I had the same feeling in that room,
He confirmed my feelings of discomfort without even saying a word,
He opened my eyes to the injustice he felt, internally I felt my heart move,
I stayed as long as I could for him, knowing opinions would drown out his decisions,
I sat quietly as I knew the influence was strong, yet my heart stayed for his provision,
I couldn't explain the feelings I had, overwhelming to keep him safe,
I buried my own feelings, and took the brunt of the jokes, but I knew it was not a mistake,
Because I knew one day when I make it to heaven everything will be clear,
And he'll be able to see the love I held for him, and it never mattered what happened here.
Heavy makeup on her face
Trying so hard to erase
The heavy tears she's been crying
From a heavy heart that's dying
When a life of heavy burden
Weighs her down and wont stop turnin'
This heavy heartache from existing
There is so much she is missing
Because a past heavy fear
Is largely telling her beware
The heavy abuse she's endured
Is building up, painfully stored
In a dark and heavy place
Which is the very starting base
Of cautiousness and being weary
This heaviness is really scary
Stopping her from really livin
Her heavy loaded mind keeps givin
Signals--stop going ahead
There's nothing but heavy dread
With no chance of joy again
Bad heaviness is not her friend
Tales many, O pearl, about your formation have I heard,
Some unbelievable, some doubtable, all luring, yet,
In their cautiousness, your soul, the oysters lovingly gird,
As a child in a mother's womb merrily you get set...!
It is true, for months, within your mother's womb you did starve,
Your birth, to the world of lakes, and oceans, is a delight,
Master craftsmen, as other gems, need not cut you or carve,
Midst precious gems, yet, in the global peddle, you shine bright...!
Crowns of kings and queens and gods and goddesses you adorn,
Profound purity of foam-like gold-whiteness in you ooze;
As though the cosmos and the constellations are reborn,
Dust of the sun and the moon and the stars, in you, transfuse...!
None can renounce their enchantment to you, which is boundless,
Your existence, yet, like pure divine presence, is soundless...!!!
Is a kiss still a kiss when
In the air and ever care
Where it lands blown by one who
Loathes missing
Blowing kisses more kissings
Contort your brow purse your lips
Come forward plant the kiss so
As not to worry whether
You'll miss, feel the pleasure of
Good measure stay and persist
A kiss of a kiss of cautiousness!
Have patience...... My gracious flow
Into it!
What is fear; something outward or within?
Strangely serene; how darkness holds all still.
Fight or flight? On either, truth will transcend.
Of life, love, and lust; risks rewarded thrill.
A feeling? A thought? Or just a notion?
A primevally hardwired cautiousness?
All and naught. A truly raw emotion.
Too fear, is at the root of consciousness.
Null fear; would there be any joy in love?
The valuation in that lost and gained
makes no difference in the light thereof.
Through fear; life and it’s meaning are sustained.
Fear is rooted alongside the being;
cinched, behold all that’s worthy of seeing.
8-20-2021
Today I had an ice cream cone -
In 14 months, my first
And stepped inside a supermarket -
Cautiousness reversed.
We drove up to our country place,
Last visited last summer,
And stopped to see some friends outside.
(Not vaccinated - bummer!)
So masks were on and off, but still
Some progress has been made.
I hope someday there’ll come a time
When I am not afraid.
I’ll keep on taking baby steps
And know I’m not alone,
But soon enough I plan to have
Another ice cream cone!
They were photographs of younger days
protected from dust in a shoe box,
sense my trepidation opening it;
impatience fustrates, anxiety overwhelms,
lifting the untaped top is a paradox...
have the pictures remained intact?
There must been a hundreds of them or less,
so dustless and neately packed and held together
by a yellow ribbon I bought for a returning soldier
who never got to see it wrapped around the maple tree;
what made me decide to open it with cautiousness?
Did I think that opening it, all memories would flee?
To my surprise it turned out to be quite the opposite,
as I untied the stiff ribbon, the resurgence of images began:
faces with youthful smiles reawakened moments of a lifetime,
that ended up into oblivion for reasons I can't explain!
Now, they are hanging on the hallway wall painted in green,
I've plans to perserve them and display them in a museum
to attract and amuse keen visitors with their momentum;
I'm glad that I saved them from deterioration and been seen.
POSITIVITY OF FEAR
Fear do not make us strong in faith
Fear is helpful in the development of our faith;
Faith in God, and our regards for Him too
For the fear of Him, what He says we do
Fear is the factor for cautiousness
That guides us into righteousness
For the fear of the Lord
We live by His command
For the fear of imprisonment
We obey the constitution of the moment
For the fear of fall or failure
We trod with precautions in our journey into the future
My husband met a fisherman
(Or rather fisherlady)
Who gave him some advice
Which sounded obvious, yet weighty.
When hoping for a fish to bite
Your line must be real steady
But patience is the key because
The fish bite when they’re ready.
A true philosopher, she was,
‘Cause it’s the same with living.
Unless we’re ready, there won’t be
Advancement or forgiving.
Though choices dangle every day
Right there for our decision,
So many aren’t equal to
The outcome we envision.
Still, when we’re ready, then we bite,
Our cautiousness forsaken
Yet like the fish, we sometimes find
That we have been mistaken.
It's easy to say I love you,
It's easy to talk about what you've gone through,
I value what's said, don't get me wrong,
But your actions must match your dance and your song,
The heart of the issue could be said a thousand times,
But it is what you are doing that can really change people's lives,
Sharing is beautiful and those words matter so much,
But they can only go so far without showing the love,
And if you don't take the time to hear how will you know,
What to give or what to show,
It always starts out with sharing and words,
Than the real test is what you do with what you've heard,
When you turn your head, It shows you don't care,
So than why would that person still want to share,
They will question your intentions until you prove,
They will watch what you say and what you do,
That type of cautiousness seems to be wise,
But than what if that person doesn't know how inside,
They don't know how to approach,
Than we must example the giving to show,
We stay, we give, in hopes they'll see,
How much that love really means,
With patience and perseverance we help each other grow,
To further their heart's towards the love we know
A perfect man does not exist,
A perfect man does not exist,
A perfect man does not exist
But if that's true then who is this...
This person who seems to think that I could be his everything, who smiles when I sing... Badly
Whose in awe of me and my quirks and my quips.
My eyes, nose and my lips.
He greets me with the day, thinks my hair is perfect for play.
And is pleased with me in every way.
How wonderful of a man you are, that I see no fault in you.
But being blind to it doesn't mean there are no faults in you.
A perfect man does not exist
And all the while, I long for your kiss, and your arms to be wrapped around me in the sweetest way.
That you're who I want to see at the end of a long day.
And I know I must seem crazy, for jumping into something so soon,
My lack of cautiousness, probably makes me look like a fool.
But I would be foolish,
If I passed up on this...
I called myself a princess, but he's already made me a queen.
A perfect man does not exist; so maybe this is a dream ?
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