Nothing
(Consciousness
If you like)
Is simply
No story
Which seems to
Clear the deck for
A new presentation
Of no story
CLEAR PICTURES-:-
classic
parallel
lines
centre
composed
pointing TO INFINITY
converging
vanishing
perspectives
deliberately
established
to CONVEY A MESSAGE
concerning
ferential
dimensional
graphic
statements
Thought forms swirl around our core,
a bliss mist, which has no door,
so since there is no fulcrum,
we but sense the cosmic drum.
Heartbeat of space is cognised,
the light beyond realised,
from here, the in between place,
where we imbibe boons of grace.
Body-mind is a balloon,
charged with bliss, that as we swoon,
whilst in deep meditation,
we behold God’s creation.
Along spine, from root to crown,
till third eye, then dipping down,
bliss magnetism loops our form,
ensuring that we transform.
As is God, we’re living light,
a spark, dancing with delight,
a wave, merging with the sea,
the stark truth, we clearly see.
basking in the sun
swimming like fish in lagoon~
clear sky stares from high.
I sit calm by the moon and wait,
listening to the wisdom of the stars.
I bask in the healing warmth of their silence,
feeling reenergized by their glow.
A glimpse at the universal pulse
throbbing with vitality,
I synchronize my breathing to its rhythm.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
To the stars I return and from my
mouth I fall.
Longing to be home - never saying
what I feel.
Through the roots I triumph and from
my mind I fear.
Joining a commune of spirits - never
trusting what I know.
Inhaling ice and breathing fire.
Two sides of the same line -
Connected through it all but never
once greeting the other.
Becoming dust and destined for the ride.
To a place that seems familiar but
unrecognizable,
And home is in my soul.
clear
crystal, perceptible
refreshing, informing, teaching
instructions, windows, dirt, confusion
frustrating, unnerving, hindering
complicated, difficult
murky
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She batters against the glass~
a furious comma, drunk
on the light’s false promise.
Almost, she thinks, almost,
though the world beyond
is not the world she knows:
the fizz of rotten plums,
the heat-hum of the hive,
the sweet, dark syrup
of a queen’s abandoned comb.
She does not want sky.
She wants the thick
dumb nectar of home.
Still, she stings the air,
each thrust a prayer
to some god of almost.
The pane stays shut.
She will die like this~
not lost, but certain
past all failing
that the way is clear.
In the Book of Isaiah,
twentieth verse of chapter five,
God has made His Word clear.
There's no exception to be taken,
so those wandering off the righteous path
will find they were sadly mistaken.
For them there will be much to fear.
Trouble and grief will befall those who stray.
We dare not question right from wrong
by pretending we can color things
in variegated shades of gray.
God does not negotiate His laws,
so, we must keep our faith strong,
despite the fault of our human flaws
by not giving in to temptation.
The inclination to do as we please
is not the way that leads to salvation.
If into darkness we stumble and fall,
His light within us will surely dim
and the sweet taste of belonging to Him
will become sour upon the tongue.
We can't turn His laws around
to suit ourselves if we have the whim.
There is no goodness to be found in bad.
How sad we would make Him
to forsake the blessings we've been given.
Humbly, we must remain honor bound,
so, from God's love we will not be riven.
Select your true friends wisely.
Careful who you allow within your circle.
Self-sabotage takes many forms.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
The river flows wide clear as glass
fish swim the bottom seem at grasp
Fresh is the mist that splash
on rocks within its stream.
Green her banks lush foliage of flowering plants
with gentle breeze they sway and dance
Frogs dive in and ripples enhance
as their hind legs wave goodbye.
Turtles show only their heads
ducks float over fed
A deer cautiously drinks startle fled
the river flows down stream.
Water fowl and woodland beast
as the river flows nature feasts
in rhythm of her waves feels peace
as evening shades into the rivers lullaby.
Inspiration comes when candles cast their light
Words flow mellifluously like honey
The heart's doors open onto the page
A release that tastes much like freedom
Daylight's veil no longer masks the truth
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Scattered belongings
Expired dreams
Incomplete ventures
Silent screams
Abandoned ideas
Deserted supplies
These walls, whisper truth
Nothing real survives
It reeks of intention
All purpose, decayed
The flesh is long gone
While carcasses stayed
Representing my failures
With invincible bones
Symbolic skeletons
Adorning my home
I’ll never escape
I must reside here
To dwell in regret
It’s hauntingly clear
It just was not at all (to my inner child) fair.
You allowed them all to be with you there,
'Cause when it came to me, they don't care.
Now I no longer want to leave my soul bare.
I know all loved you, but my love's deeper.
I just never feel like I ever truly matter,
Why I never tried harder to be any better
Than who I used to be as a teenager.
Fate is cruel with this timing, but also kind,
I'm just glad I ever at all was on your mind.
I knew I would never see you again alive,
But I have your will for me to learn to thrive.
I miss playing word games with you.
I hope your soul is at least missing me too.
My love says my tears may keep you "here,"
But I know you'll bless me with mind so clear.
In your role for binary..You on how things be, chromosomes have not lied in millenia
Gone by..Reality its still the same.' Its straight
And plain.' Just cause some(well confused)
Ideas ' pie in the mud ' make things so God
Awfully un-clear..As sod-em.' Its an abberation of duty
Ruled on by some (un-fruend) fiendish perhaps? And quite snooty.? Though whats
In a name.? Though quite german, as would have been with the nazis, such a
Moniker connotes of much un-ease, a
Benign name discription, dispensing of
Twisted jusistiction.'
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