The Road
Fades slowly toward an endless withdrawal.
Into the wind, where dusk looms and time slows
To a hush. Brace, brace, in fragments vanishing.
Gateway to nowhere. Run, run! Towards this road.
a head while stumbling upon the ruins of ?yesterday
Daydream, take a moment to contemplate this path.
Skipping stones off driftwood, adrift, wondering how
You get here? And what does it all mean, every step?
Still a place of concurrence. If only there were an end,
Or this turning point? Save your tears, regrets; there now. In the silent ocean.
Down this road is a darkness, all-consuming, best laid
plans.
A terrible experience Kelly was to suffer.'
The gestation system of the nhs here is hard to utter, the lack of indepth screening almost
Seems to set the stage.? A mini act of removing humanity.? In a variety of ways.?
This was not i think probable pre twenty
Twenty two.? Three words to indict a decade..To my observation.? Comes through.' Through all the rushed proceedures through much limited medical
Supply..Although black market drugs are
I hear in steady supply.' There seems also a
Strange concurrence with professors and
Junkies and would you beleive it some pharmacutical thugs, a climate train thats lost control and More unneeded septic bugs, there is to be an examination of this
Womans case i hear..' Is she to expect a fair appraisal.? Or just some jargon? Or in
Time you'll be better my dear.?
If you were here, what would I say to you
How can I express what is in my heart
How is it that I have such an overwhelming desire
For someone I have never met but it seems to me
I have known you for a lifetime and loved you forever
You are the familiar face that has always been part of my dream
Just to think that I am unable to reach out and touch you
That you are indeed tangible within my soul
What an abstract phenomenon you have etched in my mind
You have given me the only dream I wanted to become true
That I am loved by someone like you
It is inevitable that in my heart you will never become that
Nonfiction novel which ceases to find a romantic ending
You have fabricated through the impassable egnima
Of me, others have struggled to understand
You have penned your love sonnets within my heart
All the pieces fit so perfectly. We are each muse, so you tell me
I am your accompanist to wherever your words lead me
In this concurrence of fact and fiction
I can say with all the pureness of my heart
You are a dream come true my Cyberspace love
What an abstract phenomenon you have etched in my mind
Sounds like bile with relocation, wish to be elsewhere;
Double vision, apparition, somewhere, nowhere, there;
Concurrence, recurrence, boomerang or doppelganger;
concentration, adaptation, cliff-hanger levitation.
Mirror combinations put Alice through the looking glass
sleeping in illusions or dreams of revolution.
Visitors in time machines leave traces in the places
they invaded - rearranging the derangement of your faces.
How could anything be true, if there were two of you?
Double crossing, double speak, double nothing, no clue.
"Appear as you are, or, Be as you appear," ... by Rumi
D - decency, honesty, gracious
I - initiate, pledge, introduce
V - valedation, corroboration, passing, consent
O - okay, good, appoval, middle of the line
R - regard, concern, consideration
C - concurrence, acceptance, unanimous
E - ease, gratification, content, bed of roses
It becomes a karma to embrace
When off the silent route is grace
And all done thought perfect behind
Will come peacefully hunting blind
Either good or bad, each will get his
And thereafter, it will come peace at ease
The stillness of "had i know"
Would hurt the precious times flow
Admire its briefness before it burns
To get an awesome turn
Forget their ignorance
Respect their concurrence!
A warm, cheerful grin
A gesture of concurrence
Nothing was stated
Tableaus’
An elderly television speaks to her
in a deaf condominium.
Her garden is a cluster of cobwebs,
it rattles and spins as stiff
as the skeletons of the sun.
Her ears listen to the world
as it ascends into a fairy tale.
The dragons are back,
the good knights and the bad,
she recalls their fictitious deeds,
they ride again in her garden of bones;
those lovers that have succumbed
knit together more daylight dreams.
Outside her window
anxious gangs of newborn brawlers
via for the earths attention.
The clatter of arms
and the crush of concurrence
are hardly noticed at all.
From time to time,
F.D.R calls but his fireside chats
are a dusty furnace long unlit.
The condominium cools
inside a dark-stockinged twilight
then she, unseen and younger,
slips into another
of her timeworn party dresses.
The continuum of life is enveloped by existence,
the residual effect from the nature of resistance-
I’ve seen the consecution of time when I wonder,
and felt the chain reaction when being pulled under.
For time is nothing but a perpetual connection,
a space between minutes within life’s conception-
Ceaseless and swinging like a pendulum’s oscillation,
alive since before the time of the universe’s creation.
Meter set in periodicity with each strong pulsation,
and swaying back and forth with each alternation-
The undulating movements bring life to our realm,
the fluctuation of time and space and really overwhelm.
Intermittence of meter residing within reoccurrence,
built from a foundation of strict concurrence-
Beating with rhythm and set in desirous motion,
adhering to each molecule, what a marveling notion.
May 22, 2017
Hatred
horrible, hurtful
confronting, detesting, combating
disagreement, discord, harmony, concurrence
appeasing, adoring, pleasing
wonderful, caring
love
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/9/2017
I miss you old friend,
gone but for a year.
You were always so sure
that math and fractals were
the secret.
I was not so sure but
your surety gave me something
to hang onto, critique and
chip away at.
Both acknowledged seekers with
never an argument between us,
we often reached different conclusions
from the same facts, and
concurrence from the differences!
Now our conversation is one sided
and I have no one to bounce off of.
Is it the same where you are?
His hands were punctured
His legs were broken
His body was mutilated
He was buried in full
He has risen on the third day, from the dead
He rose heavenward from the tomb
In the perfect form
Indicating He is the lord
As fresh as ever
As strong as any other person
As fit as every human being
As if He was never crucified
The demons of darkness were driven
The time to grief was over
The mourning too ended
The new era of the Jesus Christ begun
Woes of the world was over
World was overwhelmed
With a sigh of relief
With the joy of love
He lives
As the sign of purity
As the savior
As the Prince of peace
He is triumphant
He is the way
He is the hope
He is the driving force
He is the strength
He is rich in glory
He is the good shepherd
He is the heavenly Father
Dead can raise
Destiny may agree to revise
Anything can happen, if the lord gives concurrence
As the lord is beyond the laws of the Science!
With a sense of faith
When you pray, forthwith
Will of the lord works evergreen
With wonders world may not have seen!
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Shadows of clattering glass fallen deep below the surface,
schrieks of yesterday's magnets longing for redemption,
caves of internal shards of regret, I can't handle the curses,
the black crow cries out that it was never his intention.
Underneath I hide...writing books upon books of verses,
I crawl and dig for someone up there to pay attention,
falling further into the cave, I'm filthy and skirmish,
I should've seen the days ahead full of vile tension.
Left forsaken and forlorn there's no way to resurface,
why I stay and live down here I have no comprehension,
fire from my eyes, smoke from my internal furnace,
my contaminated dungeon with six by six dimension.
I can't imagine a life without frightening disturbance,
my dwelling exists in a location beneath life's ascension,
search all you want but we won't find a steady concurrence,
I've learned my harsh lifestyle promotes instant retention.
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB-ABAB-ABAB-ABAB
Date Written: March 18, 2016
By what labyrinthine repetitions,
by what agile, precise divisions,
by what accretions, do we compile
a life's arcane hieroglyphs,
its subtle, unmathematic mysteries?
What cold calculus shall we yet invent
to construct the introspective model?
What distribution curve, what standard deviation,
shall predict the time remaining 'tll we exist
entirely in a universe of our own creation?
Shall we make of stars mere red-shifted
spectral lines on photographic plates?
Will heartache be reduced to sine waves,
mapped by styli on graduated rolls
revolving in precise concurrence
with computed average biologic rates?
Shall we expunge the record from the file,
shall we precipitate a system crash?
What key will be called escape and which restore?
What impulse may span the neural gap,
what synapsis presage what deity?
And will there be a world left to explore?
Will we stop to soliloquize?
What obeisance shall we require?
Piety is no mark of barren earth and rocks,
nor of sterile wind and raging fire.
Lips moving with eyes in observance
Just like an out of body occurrence
Going through the motions
Fluctuation in my emotions
Folly gone, the lot back to concurrence
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