It is not a large clue
for the collectives blues
to come from the tools of grim news.
We spoke to authors and speakers
to speak on all who expire
for death is fair, but life is unfair.
He and she, they and I
know of a stars end
and the hearts that burst of thy neighbour
and the rebel who rode into heavy metal
and the victim melted into the dirt.
Our lives are shaped by experience
but our ends are shaped by circumstances
yet we know
yet we don't wish to know.
In the beginning, there were microbes
Once upon a time later
Some collectively came together
Becoming plants and animals
But even after billions of years of evolution
Most still remain as microbes free from collectives
Even to this day, microbes are Earth’s dominate lifeform
Why do you think that is?
For millennia they remained invisible
Hidden from sight
It’s not until recently
With the invention of the microscope
They’ve been discovered and exposed
To scientific scrutiny and medical bloodwork routines
To us, the world is big, but for them, it’s 10,000 times bigger
Giving them plenty of small places to hide
And hold secret meetings
About, who knows what
Only the Microbial Illuminati knows,
If they even exist.
Time has its quadrants,
past, future, inside and out,
mapping how we think
Yet the mind drifts across lines
Taking off-ramps into dreams
Fourfold reflections—
reason, desire, memory
with emotion too
Each one hums a soft refrain
angled back towards ourselves
Seasons share one throne—
spring, summer, autumn, winter
each a sovereign reign
yet the wheel's perimeter
pulls the spokes to turn around
Lines divide what's seen
yet center and rim conspire
to keep the wholeness
so the wheel quadrants can spin
around a time-wound axis.
Each day holds four realms—
dawn, morning, afternoon, dusk
daylight in quadrants
in the arc the sun sketches
to divide the problem pie
Beneath these quarters,
a hidden thread is woven—
inner, outer selves
then the collectives we share
in culture, outer systems
Countless Cosmic Constellations
Colossal Combustible Clouds
Confluences of Chrysalis Crystals
Collectives of Choreographed Colors
Constant Creation Collisions
Corrective Course Corrections
Cosmonauts Crashed Craft
Countless Cosmic Consternations
each snowflake has a unique take on six
no duplicates. how can this be? says me
then i remember – why not crystal pics?
identical twins differ – same old tree
variation challenges all we see
heads, hearts, arms, legs, eyes, ears – change perceptions
collectives reveal nature’s deception
same pattern – creativity unfolds
communities’ still breathing sensation
no clones but distinctive character molds
The blindfold I see
for the fairness we gain,
not one be distinct
for the laws to remain,
but what of the chains
we have bound to our hand?
The scales of such weight
and the strength they command?
Were it mine to define
I would say it as such,
though sadly some wouldn’t
agree with as much.
That this is the place
where our senses collide,
our collectives of knowing
where truth strains to hide.
Where the people shall bring
what they’ve seen and they’ve heard.
What they’ve touched and they’ve smelled,
be it sane or absurd.
To protest the distaste
of a tongue being used
to act in bad faith
through a trust in abuse.
There lay the knowledge
of harm that’s been done
tipping the scales
to vantage for one.
In accordance of what
we believe right and true,
this is how justice
is served unto you.
For never shall merely
the sole sense of seeing
be all that is used
to adjudicate being
Let the weight of our knowledge
be put to the scales
lest to truth behind justice
stays hidden and fails.
Smile a half smile
Compose your frown
Unnecessary you wear a crown
Play the game with willful refrain
your time will come at ease with pain
In this life for you a dream
Let pure thoughts flow
like silken streams of
Candid collectives creating
Drifts in a nowhere there
Your existence on this Earth
May it be emptiness clear
Love and Peace without fear
This chance of purpose is
Your chosen field of dreams
Let change sustain you
Your spirit guide you
All things natural
live love not neutral
Immersion in all possible potentialities.
From source Emanations reverent
Spaces born of oneness collectives
Infiltrate infinity prize prism clouds
Freeing premier born Divine Nexus knots.
Pulse towers of vacuum awakenings
Cross vast voids, returning to Light.
Forgotten planets pilot plot
Trans dimensional torrent tearing,
Luminescent love waves weave
Dematerialized spirals secreting sentient
Sentient staggered transmissions.
Reflections of Reality permeate
Into other expansions revealing
Silent stirs of universal echoes.
Destinies of beings, Galaxy's child,
Creates conscious codes of Existence.
Synchronicity glides effortlessly
among ancient star chronicled
corporeal prophecies.
Ominous omnipresence.
Potpourri of collections
Hug of affections
Season of winters
Track of sprinters
Road of cars
Street of bars
Pad of flies
Pod of eyes
Tin of sardines
Western of jeans
View of lens
Peck of hens
Pulpit of preachers
Lesson of teachers
Smack of bottoms
Perfume of blossoms
Fist of thugs
Bed of bugs
Table of logs
Circle of cogs
Score of musicians
Face of beauticians
Kiss of loves
Peace of doves
Whistling of birds
Conversation of words
Blind of blinkers
Twitch of winkers
Curve of bends
Finale of ends
~~~
Inspired by “An Exaltation of Larks” by James Lipton
Monday
what a astonishing day !
the doors opened
and everyone runs away ...
Car Assemblies
debate the road,
festival of colors
parade in clothes ...
Monday of
cheerful faces,
flash happiness
similar to pasta
instantaneous ...
Talking collectives,
talking shorts
and bermudas ...
collective madness ...
and they all come
to the conquest of the sea!
fast food invasion
revolution of leisure ...
Joyful Monday
no ugly face ...
without stormy monday
just holidays ...!
when will it be?
Innocence returns
Cosmogony collectives
Fragile memory fades
Impenetrable collectives of treasonous scum
Thirsting upon the blood
and powerless state
of innocent bystanders
Empowered by delusions of grandeur
and disinterested in notions of compassion
Forming an intricate web of exploitation
and unwarranted influence
Perusing the globe with a concealed firearm
and a volatile disposition disguised by a smile
Ultimately intent on strengthening the force
of an omnipotent grip
The universe is immeasurable,
we are merely infinitesimal
machinery keeping pace,
as churning cogs tick wildly
transmitting within allotted time,
attempting heartbeats' cohesion
clocking our own honed destinations,
accumulating illusions 'tween masses
waiting to return as a speck of dust
in the never-ending saga of
inexhaustible collectives amidst
systematically creative contrivances
Fanfarons run amok
Frowsting in stupidity
Farouche in mind, words and deeds
Fastuous yet in demeanor
Farrago collectives formed there from
Ferulaceous in nature thus bending
Falling or breaking in due course
Inspired by Kim Merryman's Pleiades F - Poetry Contest
"Facets" was my entry into said contest
Expressions of the abstract,
Thoughts we can't retract,
Exquisite solar towers
of our mindful powers,
Into the glass ceiling,
Collectives of ideas and feelings,
Whence these expressions of abstract?
Thoughts we can't retract......
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