EMERGING CERTAINTIES
subjective
strengthened
exhilarating
diverse
individuality
trace
freedom
with
zeal
closely
linked
inspiration
consequent
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innovative
defined
&
synonymous
intuitive
fervent
openended
feeling
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particular
concentrated
concepts
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continuing
fascination
Suffer the plot of the parking lot,
Acts of attrition, lots of the disappearing shopping carts,
I had the camera out
Could hardly see where I’m going.
I called just to set up delivery
Then you laid out your whole life story
And relayed your PTSD of living with an anarchic narcissist
Neglected kids, a messy divorce, and the consequent fallout
She took him to the cleaners.
I simply walked out.
Actually, she left.
I was hard to live with.
I left it all go, years ago,
But suddenly, lately, it’s all returned.
Back in my world as if it just happened
And I am the one, all worse for ware,
Never wanting to talk about it.
Life comes back to haunt us,
Time escapes us...
No matter how far we run, or how much time passes,
That puts us right where we are, in the middle of it. ~psp
dr. p (pi)
.
Traversing forests, deserts, and over plains, baked naked out in the sun,
forlorn, a child sobbing in the rain, or teardrops from heaven falling..,
Imagine just a moment, futility of time,
scrutinise what balance left for self, for humanity
In an age, a place where passion died,
then we ought not to fail but,
inexplicably blind - we do
Like teardrops falling from heaven, where we played, where we cried,
It is not unending this fate, It is not completely of our own undertaking, this given mortality..,
The strangest lie ever conceived - for ourselves by ourselves this odd endeavour,
Look for truth, push for truth, personal integrity cannot perish - ever,
And break the barriers of our lies,
Love seemed to always be the answer, study, practice the middle path,
so engage, indulge in life as best you can, avoid the karma of consequent wrath,
You have to give it, to receive it anyway, which is sufficient and sublime,
Fill your heart, don't destroy another's which is a sin,
Follow self, one's own instinct which is sufficient doctrine,
It's better by design
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
December 2003
This world that dials M for madness—
One for this, Two for that… what mess!
Blind led by blind, or by one blurred,
In this odd world ruled by password.
This world that verifies you’re you,
Robots nor robbers from fake blue,
But a KYC confirmed bird,
In this odd world ruled by password.
Confirm the OTP or else…
Face all the consequent travails,
Repeat wobbly words so awkward,
In this odd world ruled by password.
Despite it all, a world no safe,
Fake, full of frauds, fraught with F,
We live in times a bit absurd,
In this odd world ruled by password.
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Kyrielle |Nov 2023| world, humour
The beauty of life
is not the reason of peace
but leitmotif consequent effect...
Meant enquires consequent
On ken Sampson The Eloquent
Wishing now to himself acquaint
With the conflicts that were frequent,
Where his people are domiciled,
Currently to odds reconciled,
So that he might about them speak
And The Still-Kept Hidden leak…
In the darkest drain slain body,
Not long traced to B Goodie
By some folks loved for being civil
But by their Union ruled ‘Evil’:
To all Good Remarks had sniveled
And on Grave Issues had driveled
Some see A Demon just vanquished
He wouldn’t have Swipes relinquished
Goodie’s killer is distinguished:
Has Satan’s Fire extinguished!...
Ken has The Final Picture grabbed
Slain Goodie was tortured, first nabbed!
Ken would treat not ‘Emergency
From Juvenile’s Delinquency:
This is about Unsafe District;
Every cop to wear a face strict…
Lights the humanity
Intellectualizes the human being
Turn ignorance into culture
Eradicating stupidity and non sense
Reinvent the reborn state of wisdom
Admirable knowledge that convinces
Theatricalizes best speeches and words
Ubiquitous and consequent wisdom spreads
Reverent but daring adventurer
Elegantly creates the art of communicating and writing
She's losing count of the times she's cursed
Inconsolably cast my destitute self in hell
She's forgotten the periodical instances she's dumbly paused
Sentient to her reinvigorated hatred
Entwined in inexplicable feelings of attachment
In a layering gone wrong
Probably for its lack of a footing!
In the distant thoughts that harshly rule her mind
Reminding her of the mistakes, she's made
Gaffes that brought an end to our dreams
Of a valid and reachable vision currently so reserved
She's been oblivious of my blunders
Those that justify her actions and reactions
Antiphons consequent not antecedent!
In that newfound awakening
A realization calling for novel resolutions
Dawns upon her like a striking lightning
Sending awakening requests to dimmed passions
In attempting to make past due slip-ups
If only to approach things with naivety
As some subjects are sophistications enemy
But an ally to the crude!
Clad in red
Her head covered coyly
She waited for me
In that holy ambience
I spotted her
Standing somewhat away
From other women
She looked ravishing
In that early November morning
The quick touching of feet
A part of that purposeful meet
The consequent blessings
And all those things
As planned
But before the 'Bye'
And the end
Brief exchange of words
Cautious not to be heard
Almighty’s watchful eye
Giving moments
Which will never die
The secret rendezvous
Without anybody knowing 'Who'
Lingers to this day
It was Karva Chauth
People say.
The ocean moon as symbol of soul,
divine vapor and breath of whole.
Incarnated in that formidable eye,
to attain the summit seen in that sky.
Ceaselessly twilight unite,
assisting that love affair so bright.
Surpassing human weakness,
falling just short in divine greatness.
By sleep the soul so vigorous,
free from senses lustrous.
Hindered deity by bondage of mind,
in sleep behold those wonders kind.
The ability to see the pouring bliss,
the miracle loves wisdom kiss.
Dimly waking the mind inevitable
tincture purpose creditable.
Space and time in consequent principle,
spirit wheel season disciple.
Clouds of egos illusion to realize,
true purpose endeavors penetrates.
Phoebus the innocent cosmic child,
is alluring that pondering mind.
At what point exactly ?
Is one entitled to call oneself a poet ?
Is it when you think you have written something noteworthy of consequent ?
Or a critic adversary or peer referring
to a work by name not with disdain ?
Learning and not gaining the knowledge of truth,
virtues loss that talent is sold by reason proof.
The intellect in doubt when stupidity is confident,
the ignorance and its conscientious consequent.
The atheist’s ego and stress to believe in higher power,
recognized by being corrected and turning sour.
The loss of integrity by prudent act of knowledge,
but foolish expose that folly inferior grudge.
Delight of senseless proof in fact,
killing the potential of embrace in act.
Emotional intelligence the sphere of love,
believing or not are desperations for all above.
The power to control needs a story told,
ageless entities forever bold.
Entities of numbers have endless frames,
giving scientist room to theoretic claims.
Belief is the freewill of individuality,
where big bang becomes a lollipop sanctuary.
Expensive education the holy drag,
where every degree is a smoking ***.
By turning times to become a admired elite,
the evolution to turn into a Aphrodite.
The consequence of ego’s appetite,
making love to ones owns satisfied.
Turbocharged you refuse to stop at the sentry
Full speed ahead on the racetrack of manipulation
Safety belt suspending the breaks in free flight
Airbag punctured long ago in rapid disconnect
I put up traffic lights for you at so many T-junctions
Set boundaries and barriers on both sides of the road
Built bridges and roundabouts and paid traffic fines
But violations kept coming and you crossed the red line
Some say you are too young to have a driving licence
And recite chaos theory for your very own highway to hell
De-rooted yield signs lie broken next to strewn promises
Sweet child now it is time to gather your scrap heap alone
I won’t be drawn into further collusion and enablement
Must wave the chequered flag of surrender of abused trust
You will crash on and on until you take consequent charge
I will not rescue you any longer but secure my own lane
30th January 2020
We tender that special moment that was well earned, spent in our fabled youth's labyrinth passages beholden to young hearts locked in eternal time for e'er so oft consequent the key of memories call. It beckons me now in subsequent years of a pensive soul tryst with thyself. Loneliness fades grasped by natures blooming redolences proffering counsel to evaporate my soul resplendent aspiration to utterance, awakening welcomed birds to flight and favor a dusky crown bejeweled with distant stars flickering arousal as a moon in its laborious mood o'er guiding men to sort out words of worn-out paper neatly tucked away neath backseats of a row vehicles parked on a hillside crowded lane. A cooled engine warms my car as I leave behind a season of mist and mellow fruitfulness.
2020 January 28
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” By John Keats
The soulful whisper of love's promise
Hangs in my heart
As if,
It were the air I needed to breathe
And the water I needed to sustain myself!
It hangs in there, in the tiny broken pieces
Of my bloody heart,
Bloodied by my pain, my tears, my agony
As would never be understood by any mortal
Who bears no witness to the origin of my cause!
Pray, love, when whispered it has been
By the skies,
Is of consequent importance to the cosmos
But,
When rebuked it is,
It hurts even the makers of creation
Who can only watch in silence
As compelled parents do
When their offspring choose to rebel against them!
Of this soulful whisper, though, have I made my aim
On it do I cry myself to sleep, on it do I smile
To this pretentious world,
Hoping that the will of the Gods does get fulfilled!
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