"What are you afraid of losing? When you own nothing in this world".
To cherish a flower yet to perish
To gaze upon the ways of life
As you slowly fade away
Tell me or better yet ask yourself
Why bother?
Conversation,Communication,Comprehension.
To start a topic and give suggestions
Discuss on concepts and break down steps
The assimilation of the other
But then nothing is equal
So why search for it?
Why bother involving
The ache on my lips
The constant itch in my eyes
The heavy swallows at night
A recurring routine
I believed if I said my mind and explained
Once, twice
I could be understood......
However I'm surrounded with translucent figures
With a clear conscience
A lot unsaid, my tired heart can't continue
And so I've a reached a state
Said the caste abolitionist
to the privileged preservationist
What Earth needs outside
we both feel inside
What people want inside
fills and spills outside
Following polycultural
polypathic
polyamorous
polytheistic Golden Rules
Ways
Means
Golden Ratios.
Caste abolition,
like anthropocentric constraint,
and unlike narcissistic complaint,
engages transformative potential
to recreate an organic civilization
in which every sacred body
has what is needed
and every polyamorous mind
has what is wanted.
Every neurological system
well-trained
and peace-making empowered
to recognize
and responsibly self-correct
any dissociative dissonant differences
between body nurturing needs
for kind touch
and mind-care wants
for compassionate communication
Spoken
and unspoken,
saged
and mused,
crowned
and rooted,
mountained
and valleyed
FatherSunned
and EarthMothered,
LeftBrained
and RightBodied,
enlightened
and empowering,
polished Win+Win
and abolished Win v Lose.
I think you're making fun of me
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I'm bewildered by what I see yonder,
Now hold yer horses, let's cease to wander.
We're fixin to meet yer coffee boiler.
He's the new one who's not a straight shooter. Whoah!
I reckon he's got an excuse for it.
And he will tell me why he didn't quit.
I'm stumped why he bamboozled you last night.
I thought I'd be cashed in for that big fight.
But I thought we should cowboy up!
You know I'm gonna call that wrangler's bluff.
We'll not run from trouble and skedaddle.
A strong man must sit firm on his saddle.
Grab a bandana, and fetch a canteen.
Nobody's guessed where this trail's gonna lead.
I once road down a lonely darkened road.
The burdens that I carried formed a load.
But I stood determined to cowboy up.
To set my trail straight and clean myself up!
That waddler will learn to ride for the brand.
By my wise warnin' and wisdom's command!
Those punchers all hat, surely no cattle,
Soon learn wild broncos make 'em chew gravel.
Cowgirls too!
These days, cowboys must learn to communicate!
And get the best result negotiatin'
Big change is ridin' hard across the range! Whoah!
Nature calls out to me.
Beckons on this gloomy rainy sunday afternoon.
Wants to share my solitude.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Cognitive decline
follows chronic emotional neglect
Said the curious student
to teachers of dogma
Said the silenced sage
to muted musicians
Said the silenced voice
to the petrified dancer
Said the theologian
to exhausted bodhisattvas
Said the frustrated ecologist
to traumatized wiccan worshippers
Said the gospel sympathizer
to Old Testament victimizers
Said the scientific systems reformer
to irreligious deformers
Said the green-caste revivalist
to the caste abolishionist
Crown chakra abuse
follows root chakra neglect
because
Root chakra ignore
follows Crown chakra adore
Because my cognitive ethos decline
follows our chronically traumatized
eros neglect
As my disillusion
follows Earth's disempowerment
Re-cognizing humane ethotic decline
follows chronic divine erotic neglect
Not empowering transformation
not enlightening communication's
authentically engaging restoration
Intellectually sagacious incline
following polyamorously amusing
compassion.
279.
The Volcanic Eruption Communication Model
Volcano, the sender
Pyroclastics, the message
From the inner and under
Explodes the great rage!
Space, the medium
Sky, the receiver
Of this mad pandemonium
Towards up, up, up there!
But touched not directly
The target of utterance
And pyros echoed to thee
With unforestalled exuberance!
-11/16/2014
(Dumarao)
*interprets my formulated Communication Model
Blacks as a whole
Are not as intelligent as Whites
Let alone Asians, but so what!?!
You may object, and resist
Even call it “racist” to say,
But it’s a fact of Nature.
Being less intellectually refined
Is a good thing though
Because it makes one better
At communicating
The simple bottom-line truths.
Truth, after all, isn’t about intellectual acuity,
It’s about what simply is,
And that’s something everyone can appreciate
Because it’s the truth.
(3/16/26)
Oh, come now - since life is full of care
and the woodland path is wanting wear;
and the trees of spring must needs be seen
as winter’s grey is sprayed with green.
Van dyke said: ‘walk a mile with me’,
but let us go further and then we’ll see
how the foot is connected to the jaw and tongue
and the track can move the lip and lung.
We’ll tread pleasantries and leave them behind.
As amble turns ramble, we’ll clear out our mind
of piffle and fluff - chit-chat and chatter -
and at last get to speaking of the things that matter.
Gasping with effort, we’ll listen to the other;
clarify our reasons and, when home, discover -
though the debate and the way were difficult and rough -
we’ll agree we have not yet walked quite enough.
Your hurt in turn hurts me
You are not sharing your pain
But you willing share your anger
I am not in your team
I am the opposition
You have closed your self away
Put up a defensive wall
Say little and expect the world
I can’t help if you dont want help
I can’t listen if you dont speak
I can’t read your mind if you isolate yourself
I can’t predict what will happen next
But you are doing a good job of barely staying alive
A good job of protecting yourself and hurting others
A good job letting others carry while you stay away
A good job of breaking everything while doing nothing
It’s a form art
It is crucial from the start
Talking to someone for the first time
Without having the need to mime
First impressions matter with anyone
Speaking or signing is for everyone
We use hand gestures to share emotion
Can also be used to cause a commotion
It’s can be playful or offensive
Or used to be defensive
Our body language gives a lot away
Put ourselves on show and display
Language comes in different forms
And sometimes we have to do reforms
From facsimile to pagers
As humans we love exchanges
From letter to texts
We learn about context
Nobody can replace a real conversation
For love friendship and education
To feel the warmth of someone’s words
To hear the bees and the birds
Language can be secret or slang
Can be between two or within a gang
It can show us consequence and direction
Or a platform for affection
Or it can be the comfortable silence
That forms a strong alliance
send a message…….
send a message saying…make it make sense.
send a message to comprehend.
send a message apprehend.
then again….
the message is….what was it …..send it again.
clarify what was meant.
explanations….? intent?!
…..message sent
Syretta
X-ray vision can't read feelings.
It won't reach in and extract truths.
You remain that enigmatic mystery.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
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I write, my heart spilling onto the page, for the alternative is the quiet death of unexamined days.
When trying to grasp thoughts through our mind’s haze,
It’s like trying to escape a thought maze.
As the bits and pieces accumulate,
How will they connect, how will they relate?
We try to relate them to things we know.
Each thought should be placed right where it should go.
So many topics to assimilate,
We constantly add and have to update.
Without clear focus they may lose their flow,
By first burning to bright then losing their glow.
Without definition, they will not last,
Some good ideas will drift to the past.
Give each thought it’s time, make sure it’s defined,
It will be its best when finely refined.
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