My Own North Star
A quiet hum, a gentle breeze,
No urgent calls, no need to please.
The world outside can spin and sway,
I find my peace in my own way.
No echoing steps upon the floor,
No voice to seek beyond my door.
Just silent thoughts, a mind at ease,
Unburdened by dependencies.
The path I walk, it's mine alone,
No guiding hand, no steady stone
Required to mark the way ahead,
My own true north, my spirit led.
For in this space, profoundly deep,
My truest self I truly keep.
A strength discovered, pure and keen,
The person I was meant to be,
Unseen
By crowds, unjudged by hurried gaze,
Content within my solitary days.
No void to fill, no empty chair,
Just self-completion, rich and rare.
A vibrant life, completely whole,
The sovereign master of my soul.
In the depths of silence, on the cold floor of memories,
I wander through old thoughts, in the shadow of lost dependencies.
I return to the same illusions, to those forgotten pills,
One after another, the days slip by in a deep sleep.
I cannot get over the reasons that abruptly broke our connection,
I cannot understand how our destinies intertwined this way.
For on every chosen path, we meet again, inevitably,
Regardless of our attempts to part ways.
I've heard you're no longer yourself, that you've succumbed to silence,
You spend your time in solitude, far from the nights out with the girls.
Without makeup, a storm of thoughts, with no reason to dress up,
I, back to my dependencies, have nothing to fight for.
Our ending isn't right, for our souls are entwined.
Our ending isn't right, for I falter without you, day and night.
In this melancholic incantation, we search for lost meaning,
In the chaos of existence, where the invisible universe calls us.
On the thread of time, we seek light in the ancient darkness,
Embracing the mystery of life as an eternal dance of stars.
but a collection of slim syllables which became monolinear
to keep the vocabulary from becoming even skinnier
no matter what is written, experienced or elegantly lied
existence flows toward eternity for change will not be denied
trying not to get lost in depth of individual helplessness
prime numbers and beings stand entirely on their own prerequisites
denial that existence must be about each species improvement
would deeply flawed gods create humans simply for their own amusement?
where things choose to correspond to individual dependencies
hard to shed the burdens of our ancestors' habits and tendencies
written history becomes polluted, diluted, often obscured
all remembrance soon fades, despite how robust or heavily insured
human lives are molded by the severity of challenges endured
Good sense suppose of all things equally shared,
everyone’s abundance of thoughts much cared.
Those who are most difficult to satisfy,
larger measure of doubt in mental sky.
Sense of reason by diversity and consequence,
some endowed with larger shares and righteous reference.
The well conducted mind by natural equality applied,
likewise to the glories aberration taken as guide.
Wishing of equality in purity of thoughts,
to clearness and distinctness that open mental knots.
Giving fullness to wisdom memories and conduction,
reared beliefs on ethical foundations infirm seduction.
Enfoldment in time for specific growth as certitude,
dualities of soul through dependencies viewed.
Composition and evidence of dependency,
unequal desires and its moral handicap to see.
Dependence of reason instead of revelation,
creating authority issues of great sensation.
The wise being conscious of duality in soul,
working order of eternal certainty as whole.
What I love about Star Trek isn’t the plots or even the characters, It’s their casual, daily use of fantastic technologies (think replicators) - for them, the ordinary. It mirrors our own banal use of magic-like wireless, google searches and air travel.
We are marvelous monkeys.
I’m a teenager. I am new and agog - Jesus, I have a lot to learn. How are the many marvels that elevate our lives actually made? The millions of cars, the fuel distribution systems, our skyscrapers. Who thought of all this?
We’re marvelous monkeys.
We can almost cheat death - I saw Marilyn Monroe on TV last night. It wasn't the real her - of course - just the image of her purring sexuality. The her without the messy adopted-child neuroses, chemical dependencies, loneliness and deeper longings. But it's early days - her DNA is lying around here somewhere.
We’re marvelous monkeys.
They lean upon one another
Teetering drunkards
Swaying in dependencies dance
Scrawny limbs clinging to frailties hope
There is a solemnity to their silent passing
An honor in their slow demise
An eerie bagpipe squeal in their movements
It is a privilege to sit among them
Listen to their ring bound stories
Breathe in their ancient scents
Disappear into their timeless moment
4/6/2020
You too have young ones
to sweeten your ears
by their melodious chant “dear mom or dad”.
Does it gratify your supreme authority
to see them go without food for a day or two
before you spend to meet their needs?
Does your heart only melt
when they stand with their hands closed together
or knelt down at your feet?
No, you will say, “It’s all theirs what we have”.
Your heart pains to see them in pain
beyond the shadow of a doubt.
Then why you go on a hunger strike
to make God submit to your demands?
The philosophy of fasting
is good for health,
calls upon to self-discipline
and frees from bodily dependencies.
But the Father of all souls
urges his sweet children
to renounce their vices
and not a constant balanced diet.
Are you a beggar
standing before an idol
with your endless worldly desires
or a blissful soul, His sweetest child,
an heir to all His treasures, His love and powers?
The Human Race, 2017
There is no ‘White Supremacy’; there is no ‘Black Lives Matter’
But who has been refueling
To make this hatred fatter
It's never black and white, but everything in between
We are; The Human Race
And we differ in how we see
There is no ‘Rich Vs. Poor’; yet, less a ‘Middle Class’
Who is growing our dependencies?
To control the way we act
Where have gone the dreamers; small business, building lives
Who is costing us our future?
With taxes, fees, and lies
The pros and cons of history, so, why should statues fall?
Another way devised to blind us
And to keep the racial stalls
We are all in this together, and together we must stand
To recognize each other
To serve the common man
We are all in this together, and together we’ll be strong
Remember: We The People
Cause politics, will always, ‘play’ us wrong
© 2017 Jeffrey Spencer
The three R’s of education begin
with reading ‘riting and Ritalin.
Children are labeled mentally ill
because they fidget and won’t sit still.
Normal actions diagnosed to be
the symptoms of ADHD,
so psycho pharmacy can push a pill
to cure psychiatry’s invented ill.
You’re targeted from your infancy
to develop drug dependencies.
And spend your life consuming pills
medicating invented ills.
Drugs are poisons with side effects
that alter mechanisms of intellect
with substances that are known to be
toxic to your brain chemistry.
Minds cannot withstand the strain
of mans assault upon the brain,
and those minds can explode
into psychotic episodes.
You may find yourself in killer mode
from a demon circuit overload,
in a classroom full of dead
and a gun held up to your head.
The machineries of a nation run
on the intellect of its population.
Drug a populations intellect
and it will become derelict.
A population of addicts
living day to day, fix to fix,
dwindling down pill by pill
until that nation’s pulse is still.
Emerge the invocations of begotten falsehood.
Lying dormant.
My screams no longer withheld.
Anointing savagery bred of ancient tongues.
This depraved submergence beckons in a righteous hand.
Born of opposition in the courts of folly, enormities ascend to the arch of flame.
Emptiness divine.
Adversary! Consciousness springs fourth with teeth, capturing light.
Embraces onward, feeding from its throat.
Sanctity (Abhor) for human design.
Insignificance cast aside. Decrying nemesis mind.
Assimilate!
Eradicate!
Purity rotting within skulls of dismembered prophets.
Acknowledgments, unjust.
We all bare this mark.
Depraved disciples.
Dispelling human livestock.
Gorge on all things with evangelic dependencies.
Regiments of dying filth, their lives have withered away.
Behold, foul paradox.
Consummation for all things to pass.
Born of opposition in the courts of folly, enormities ascend to the arch of flame.
Coerce the swarms… gorging on all things. The feeding of lies.
Kicking punching and biting
I am so tired of fighting
Survival is not enough
Life is not just being tough
Freedom is one of happiness keys
Living a life without dependencies
Depending on pensions to come through
With big brothers thumb on top of you
Pressing depressing and holding you down
Keeping you from reaching your crown
Others with claws of financial razors
Want your blood for them to savor
Be indebted to no one or human thing
Don't let them bow you and call themselves your king
Depend on God and the strength He gives you
Be content with what you have and what you do
The grass is not greener it is all just plastic and paint
Stay strong and from temptation keep stiff restraint
Or you will be cornered just as I am
And fighting to breathe in someone elses hand
“Whispers of Love”
The Maximum Sacrifice
I whisper on my shoulders your love which is life in heaven,
My love dependencies on pleasure, and mind aware;
Alighting, perhaps, the pain I find unperturbed on given
Beyond the unenthralled, truly desire of what you and I are!
I found no fear to speak; I have hung you next to me at last,
Barrier cannot be broken, hour is only ours; but love shall grow;
Leaning on my shoulders, which I feel like a host hold on breast
The distinguish passion of given. Your heart’s prow,
Aflame more out of this man, and there is exit everywhere
What I love and what I whisper such tireless pleasure!
It shares with other inside you, oh root! From somewhere
Always associated the two of us, my darling, our love shall dure!
George Zamalea
4/5/2014
bees pollinating
SPRING'S flowers in splendid bloom:
life’s dependencies
Entry in the Strict Haiku contest
Mitosis
movements
wrap together in
pulsing conduits
of vibrant vigor
to nudge
the prod of
creation
until all
division lines
fold down to
ampersands
welcoming
liberated
hands
operating
in unison
despite all
individualistic
instincts sordidly
hoarding for
dominion of
identity
denying
the swirling
dependencies
holding all
bodies in
godly
orbit.
Thoughts bring dreams.
Dreams bring desires.
Desires bring passions.
Passions bring dependencies.
Dependencies bring thoughts,
in a struggle dominion without end.
That is love
That is reality
That is life
That is madness
But if you feel that...
You are alive!
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