I have crossed enough borders
to know that countries are only arguments
between one horizon and another,
and passports are maps of suspicion.
I have slept beneath unfamiliar ceilings,
learned the manners of borrowed cities,
drunk coffee whose names I could pronounce
but never quite understood.
Everywhere, civilisation offered me a chair—
provided I knew which fork to use,
when to applaud, when to remain silent,
and how convincingly to pretend I belonged.
But somewhere between the opera houses
and the roadside stalls, between philosophy
and the cheap wisdom of tired men,
I began to suspect the traveller was the destination.
So I returned carrying no souvenirs,
only the uncomfortable knowledge
that home had been following me all along—
and I had mistaken its footsteps for mine.
ACOUSTIC STRUCTURES
sobering
patterned
casualties
so
fascinatingly
aesthetical
in
manifold
shapes
stimulate
speculative
applications
identically
conceived
with
multiple
meanings
convincingly
clustered
subjectively
thus
enlarging
spirals
ASPIRATIONS
intuitive
observations
&moods
rendering
conceptions
&stimuli
with
insistent
interpretative
hints
in
contrasting
frissons
of
the subliminal
reflections
tinged
with
audacious
appeal
sheer
brilliance
of
anecdotal
embellishments
in
conventional
colouring
convincingly
reproduced
anticipation
of
the
evolutionary
essence
of
aesthetic
connections
Listen to the wind as it sings to you
Chiming out its natural, melodious tune.
Listen to the feelings that the wind conveys
Alternating tone and pitch with its displays.
Listen to the wind thundering its rage.
In the aftermath, the wind sighs in the haze.
Listen to the wind whispering a breeze.
You can almost see it dance as it swirls with ease.
Listen to the wind duet with the sea's roar.
Hear the wind rejoice as it helps birds soar.
A force to be reckoned with with all its might.
It engages our senses and excites our sight.
Super versatility has the wind
More convincingly its power's underpinned.
The wind may cause destruction. It may bring relief.
Listen as it makes trees bow and shakes each leaf.
Like everything else, the wind has purpose and place.
The wind can break the silence in an awkward space.
Appreciate its value. Listen to the wind.
time
and aging
affects us all
that's the story
convincingly told
yet there can appear
a healing emptiness
in these empty words
time
and seeming aging
affects us all
that's the story
told and told
convincingly yet
appearing with
a healing emptiness
appearing as these
words
under the serpent mound prudent
demons (NOT monsters) preserve the
nuts and
endosperm meant for
later day
postmen to deliver
when the time is
all too convincingly ripe
Amidst the noisy world,
A unique character is bound,
Every creature has a sound,
A little moment shared, will find.
A day cold and drizzly,
Folks remain warm and sturdy,
Thin icy drops cheer their voice,
A dense squall amplifies the noise.
A rough buzz in the debate ground,
Eyes glued to the stand,
A diverging array of political discourse,
Convincingly, to retire the crowds’ doubts.
Cheers to whoever gifts the gab,
Some fellows are a conviction hub,
From thin air, they weave a narrative,
A magnetic tale, captivates even the brave.
A hard, engaging problem,
A simple mind game,
A peasant knows where to expect the most yield,
Conditions, inputs and efforts revealed.
The clock ticks, the dusk is near,
Eyes aghast, stomach butterflies in fear,
Cheers and jubilations crown the best,
Who knows what’s in mystery chest for the rest.
Leadership isn’t confined to a position,
Inability to win over crowd isn’t the end,
The courage to try is a sip of champagne,
Sit with the kings, wisdom ascends.
Tension Spread Thick
Layering Quick
Mental Health Sinking And Physically Sick
Sympathy Party
Wounds Pathetically Licked
The Sores Of My Past, I So Dangerously Pick
Black Cloud I Cloak, It Unbearably Sits
My Outskirt Persona Convincingly Tricks
A soul Held Captive, Body Imprisonment pit
Happiness Rarely Appears Through The Grit
Broken And Bruised, Shattered To Bits
Accepting, I'm Far Too Gone To Be Fixed
Yet, I Face Each Day Pretending And Refusing To Quit
someday ill be fixed
There once was a man named Galileo.
To him, scientific knowledge we owe.
He was the brainy inventor
who said, "the earth ain't the center."
I guess that was his basic ideo.
There was a lady named Cleopatra.
She was sad, so I said, "what's the matta?"
"Caesar was stabbed by a brute."
Then, Mark Antony said "You're cute!"
And Cleopatra said, "right back at 'ya."
You may remember Jiminy Cricket.
His puppet said, "I sure like to lick it".
He warned Pinocchio,
"Wherever you may go,
be very careful where you may stick it".
Jiminy Cricket's first lesson for you
is he coulda lived to a hundred two,
but the sign said "don't walk",
so he stood there to gawk.
Now, that's him on the bottom of your shoe.
Christopher Columbus thought the world, round.
The King of Spain, thought his mind, not sound.
The Queen said that what he states
convincingly penetrates.
Chris now has ships to sail the world, around.
Reify..
This word
Showed up this morning..
"Make (something abstract)
more concrete or real."
Objectivity clarifying
With more objectivity
More convincingly separate
Scientific practice alive..
Along with:
Nothing appearing to
Further objectify..
Narratives triggered by
Reify...
Whispers of the Heart
To fall for someone, a forbidden dance—
A waltz with shadows, a silent trance.
Accept the unacceptable, bury those feelings,
In the quiet chambers where desire conceals.
Filter photos, snapshots of dreams,
Reflections of what you imagine, it seems.
A mirror held up to the (perfect) you,
A sexier version, a fantasy come true.
As poets, we see things differently,
Through kaleidoscope eyes, we set them free.
The mundane, the ordinary, they transform,
Just like scented perfume, our senses swarm.
Reacting to life’s chemistry, we compose—
Ink bleeding emotions, secrets it knows.
So tired, so tired, my heart’s weary plea,
Echoing Elizabeth Browning’s symphony.
She, too, composed her inner feeling,
A sonnet of longing, a soul’s revealing.
Can you trust yourself to fall for fools?
Convincingly, they dance on love’s slippery rules.
A slippery love of devotion, dangerously sweet—
A precipice where hearts and reason meet.
And so we write, ink staining our hands,
Capturing the ache, the beauty, the sands.
Through the smoke filled air
sunlight snared me a glimpse
of the expansive landscape painting.
It spoke to me convincingly about its inherent worth
matching the picture window view
stroke for stroke
shadow for shadow
sparkle glimmer
and the dark murky horizon.
You could walk into either
as if into ether
and wander
seeking the truth upon which each scene is built.
Today my girlfriend asked me,
How do I look in this dress?
Does it fit me like a glove?
I reluctantly said yes!
Does it make me look younger?
It's just perfect I replied.
So not to hurt her feelings,
I convincingly white lied.
Physical is the coat I wear-out
in the elements – the ephemeral
shell of me, and not the yoke, man's
embryo of spiritual wealth...longevity of
experience and immortal growth –
True! -- of the Eternal Now in my
biological years not one has convincingly
surfaced, risen above the depths of doubt
to undeniably attest, my only proof
the intimate echo of a heart-heard
voice, reciting from the velum of a
supposed soul, surfacing despite the negative
chatter of fatalists: lordly provocateurs
of fiery electrons, rejecting sparks
of individual ethereal sense: despite no two of
us ever proven exactly alike, each of us
the unlikely oddity of billions....
a mathematical contradiction that
can only be attributed to the reality
of a God....
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