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Aisle Constitution

Free formed American letters
Aisled constitution 
Assent
Report
Confer
Signature of alphabet.

Legislation 
Derivative of signatures
Posthaste
Carriage
Distribution of wages
Post War Conference

Numerical Assignments concur
Exchange of freedom 
Mandated registration for return


Postmaster
Post mastered
Door frame
Hearth

Circulation of the times
Of America 
Objective as Coordinate

Zen mode

when our ego thins out, God takes control
which reworded means that boundaries blur
as we become the flame scriptures extol
nodes within stir and with bliss beats concur 

there is no earth goal we need to fulfil
each breath ushers dawn as life just flows on
bliss exhumes last traces of egoic will
that here and now we become the twice born

Retribution

Twilight was the time of day
as well they do concur
about the hour of crepuscular dusk
or evening if you prefer
there in the gloaming
altho' the light was slightly dimmer
I took a look at the situation
and saw more than quite a glimmer
of absolute absurdity the altercation confrontation
as if every nation were to follow the Law
of Exact Retaliation an eye for an eye
we'd all be sightless both you and I
or Reciprocal Justice a tooth for a tooth
for in truth me and you'd
have nothing at all with which to chew
and all done in the name of what
I'll only surmise
it's just for man to prove he can
if so it could be our demise
as we would find
unable to feed we'd go hungry
while the blind lead the blind

Liberation step 1

Heart empty, we invoke bliss magnetism,
not imbibing but becoming the flame,
which fully illumines mind-body prism,
after which we are no longer the same,
reclaiming light of Self, in life’s end game.

Nodes within stir and all boundaries blur ~
With laws of God, we willingly concur

Turiya

Waking, dreaming and deep sleep,
offer a consciousness leap,
if we be therein awake,
focus firm, calm like a lake.

In staid stillness choose to meld,
with space between objects held,
that thus our eye then single,
in-form pheromones mingle.

Bliss mists deeply penetrate,
each offered consciousness state,
that though awareness may dip,
presence gives ego the slip.

Immanent yet transcendent,
breath by breath, bliss resplendent,
chakras whir, boundaries blur;
with love and light, we concur.

Whether outward or inward,
ego lust is untoward,
so if all that is be Om,
in all states, Self is our home.

Turiya or the fourth state,
staid peace that does not abate,
witnesses the play of light,
centred in drunken delight.

The Self in heart does anoint,
itself at a stillness point,
wherefrom all states then arise,
beheld by us in surprise.

When our soul’s eye is single,
all three states then commingle
but until then we’re trapped,
light of Self by ego capped.

As awareness self-aware,
if dark desires we outstare,
in Turiya, the fourth state,
we fulfill our ordained fate.

Oddly Enough

"Go along to get along" a wise man he once said
(altho' I don't concur)
but it occurred to me
neither follower nor leader be if you want to get ahead
and if the herd you stroll behind please do consider the view
(but not too closely)
yet what is worse yes you may curse
that which you step into
some believe the squeaky wheel it should be removed
(not receive the grease)
as all's smooth-run when replaced by a working one
or so it has been proved
to mindlessly open the mouth thoughtless of going kaput
(only to change feet)
it seems to me an opportunity to put a bullet in one's foot
the nail that sticks out it should be applauded
(not hammered down)
as one may fall for anything
and those who stand for something they should be rewarded
tho' possibly preaching to the choir some say it's idle chatter
(willy-nilly silly patter)
let's not forget to forgive or to live and let live
as ALL lives matter

Bloodlines

Written By:  D. Collins 5/15/25

To Piggy-back what was said by Kendrick Lamar.
I concur that what he said is the way things are.
Around the corner from me used to be Compton High.
On 120th and Central was that Centennial prize.



I go back in the day to the 1960's.
When Fort McArthur took care of our safety.
I remember Barton Hill in the San Pedro Hills.
Abraham Lincoln in Compton to learn fighting skills.



Junior High was the beginning of what was felt.
7th Grade meant I had to go to Roosevelt.
I lived around the corner from the Pilot House.
A Sailor's stomping ground where mom met pops.

Never End

See the daylight entering our meeting
Rays a spectrum at last face to face
Such similarities to me like amend
Teneative of rays hot to the sky 
We never have to say goodbye
Completing and committing to trust
Never let it get stale or rust
Sunlight and clouds concur
to secure a planned meetup
Walking the path of glory
Exaltation parise to the day
Spring brings new life to say
Let this day never end

A notch higher

Above the crown chakra we sense,
a moist cauldron oozing with bliss
and as we breathe in love’s incense,
we’re bestowed Divine Mother’s kiss.

Though beyond boundary of skin,
as we are therein anointed,
with each breath we anew begin,
our attention single pointed.

Boundaries blur, nodes within stir,
conjoined as a collective whole,
with joyous heart pleased to concur,
with our newly ordained life role.

We analyse not boons of grace,
as steps toward God we retrace.

Rocking strong; its Bundalong'

Though small in size you stood strong' and wise
In your answer to him, of your intended demise!
And that of our fair state.' In our great land.'
For right here i recount of that old 'dingo dan'

He'd paid the blood money, he's bought a plot'
Oh how my blood boils.' And i can tolerate a lot.)
Its plain he had a dirty plan, to  cottaging; that spot; on prime Murray river bank land'

Well it did not come good.' No not at all.!
For a true blue builder,  rejected that call
He came like a demon..yet left like a cur.!
 On that; may freedom loving Aussies all concur!

Keep shunning the dingo.' May  mange be upon him'
I praise our publican, may all blessings be on him.!

Paranoia

Brush my teeth and ring the bell. 
Floss and smell every smell. 
They tried to tell me that the bed was right.
But I can feel more than bright. 

Stay up late, as if I’m diving underwater. 
Drown again, and I concur. 
Stay up all night, and eat a sandwich. 
Feel the evil switch. 

Brush my teeth again, and again. 
This lottery I try to win. 
The slot machines keep me awake. 
I wish I had a juicy steak. 

They said that the cameras in my room were off. 
But I hear that doll in the corner scoff. 
But I don’t care if they see me dance. 
As I dance in a way that makes no sense. 

Brush my teeth, then turn to him. 
He told me he will turn me in. 
The sirens are not that far away. 
So under the covers, I will stay. 

Toothbrush dripping with water. 
I hear them swerve. 
The police are coming to check if I’m asleep. 
But I can’t close my eyes and I make a peep. 

Brush my teeth, and stay alive. 
All I have is the sound of a beehive. 
Brush my teeth, and try to stay in bed.
Or stay awake and die instead.

The Sightless at a medieval bazaar

The sightless amass daily at dawn; a pilgrimage 
Arms outstretched clutching away; the sightless. 
A winding trunk grazing away to appease the pangs of hunger; the calloused skin of a leg, a cauliflower shaped ear, a skinny tail swaying restlessly 
We know not what this is they echo in chorus; mouths voicelessly ajar at the gigantism 
Bellows emit endlessly; stomping, churning, 
A woolly mammoth perhaps…..Ice age
Clouds of perplexity choking the cerebrum….. the sightless concur….it must be a powerful apparition, a deity
Could it be that mythical monster; Loch Ness it ain’t, NHS perhaps 
A Druid dance up the hillside may help us nail the answer 
Ah…..we see it now….the answer flying in the wind…
Not as you like it, but “ASDA”…a medieval bazaar!

when echolalia mimics itself

boxed into self-inflicted confinement
reverberations intensify shackles 
towards the pinnacle of circular charge

blow out the fuse they emphasized
we need a circuit breaker for the echo
when the surge reaches its pinnacle

thoughts and beliefs amplify the crest
of what turned out to seem a battle of words
a coat of arms painted in repetitive darkness

polarization and confirmation bias within
a closed system insulated from rebuttal
dead end roundabout impasse and stalemate

as the echo filters reality illusions concur 
with distortions half-truths of corroboration
testimonial endorsement of fantasy worlds

when the sieve becomes strained and deluded
the drain overflows with misinformation
perspectives must change to reframe the mind

ample proportions need not succumb
to fortified chambers of stagnant circles
hashtag rehashing in order to heal reflect

01st December 2024

A Marriage

In a marriage, it is lucky 
When the spouses are in sync,
Which does not mean they concur 
In all the ways they sometimes think.

Still, if they are in agreement 
In most big important ways,
There’s a level of contentment 
Which infuses all their days.

When they complement each other,
With their talents or their skills,
Then the time they spend together
Forms a union which fulfills.

I am part of such a marriage 
And so grateful to have found
Someone I can always count on
And be glad to be around.

No Difference

Oh yes I concur
That it can occur
Though a rare occurrence
But not much of a difference
Even when it does occur

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