our three eyes triangulate
and yet we must lie in wait
to transmute as living light
and garner spherical sight
who knows when the egg will hatch
where all we do is detach
soul presence from the ego
through pathways we alone know
breath by breath as we align
we know there’s no finish line
as ascension continues
displaying beauteous hues
There is no
real need
for people
to be mean
to innocent
people they
do not even
know and
a line must
be drawn
when many
people we
care for
are being
targeted
just for being
Black or Brown
while they are
out and about
and it always
makes me frown
at the
computer screen
and that vibe
gets me down
which is why
I choose to
detach mentally
from it all
and log out
so that I don't
feel spiritually
drained for
these petty
online conflicts
are not even ever
worth the clout.
Two hearts attached
in a sexual flash
May well detach
in a feverish dash
A steady, rhythmic heartbeat
patience its answer
For the outcome is sweet
and safer the transfer
Looking at floor plans what to do
dream of building house brand new
Single story now best for me
two bathrooms, bedrooms three
Master suite with nice en suite
large walk-in closet would be neat
Kitchen with window above sink
walk-in pantry nice I think
Living in tornado alley storm shelter to
big living room, a study with walls of blue
Want a utility room tired of laundry in kitchen
Screen in front porch a must to mention
Like a patio with grill for cooking outdoors
not a swimming pool but green house for sure
Dinning room with table big enough for eight
detach garage with the house is it's mate
Want central heating and air
back up window unit stored as spare
Good storage and a dog room please
dog shower and groom station for ease
Fenced in yard with fence high
big dogs jump think one flies
Floor plans are fun to explore and find
got to win lottery to build dream house of mine.
The old ones can sense the coming bloody storm.
Rat racers are busy building their own honeycombs.
Hatchlings are terminally distracted, pecking away at their phones.
I've decided to detach from modern times.
I'm turning medieval, battle-axe by my side.
No more free soloing mountain ranges of burning lies.
Got sick of navigating slick souls and licking deep $hit.
Being over-enticed by life's lederhosen and cherry lips.
That doesn't mean that I'm not in the game.
I'll just be watching the maelstrom from far, far away.
As men, disguised oak trees, detach,
The snow clings to the roots of fire.
Flicker of white, a battle match,
As men, disguised oak trees, detach.
A rooftop Juliet of thatch.
The lyric flakes - a soothing lyre.
As men, disguised oak trees, detach,
The snow clings to the roots of fire.
If forgetting is to life as remembering is to death; my fate is uncontrollable.
I can wish to erase memories and detach your existence from my mind pointlessly if I dare.
Though id much sooner give my breath up to have spent the last one reminiscing on everything you are to me.
If moving on is to forgetting as being stuck is to remembering; consider me comfortable in my place.
Accepting the idea that our story together has ended, that I should speak of you in the past tense.
The soul built on hope and bittersweet naivety that soaks up and creates my being wants to believe that this isn't permanent.
Given the opportunity I don't have faith in my own capability of seeing past all the pain I've been left to relish in.
Knowing you, the chance won't present itself.
A bridge I'll never have to cross, only one I can stand solemnly at the end of.
252.
Prayer When Faith Fails
Oh Father God, my faith fails
My belief in You weakens
I'm overpowered by omens
Oh Jesus Christ, my faith fails
Disasters I see everywhere
It seems You are nowhere
Oh Holy Spirit, my faith fails
Fear and doubt are swallowing me
Do not detach me from Thee!
-01/29/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems Collection
[Poet’s Notes : Geckos are flexible, able to thrive in most situations. They symbolise transformation & resilience due to their ability to detach, then regrow their tails. Losing their tail is a metaphor for shedding old habits, fears, or burdens that no longer serve. As omen, they represent good luck, adaptability, a reminder to shed the past, rebuild, moving forward after setbacks. In many cultures, geckos are signs of positive protection.]
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“With renewal comes guardianship ~ an inner strength to both hold the past whilst not being defined by it.” ~ Poet
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Gecko appeared on white wall
tail shadow flickering fall
amber leaves crack autumn’s cue
shows transmutation is due ~
Regeneration is name
my chosen professed good game
power healings signal luck
old scales peel burning in muck
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For decades my friend and I were two peas in a pod.
Now it feels like those two peas grew into different species
I still want to be friendly neighbors in the same garden.
I’m about to sever business ties to protect my roots.
I’ve been through much worse I keep telling me.
I’ve lost so many people in my life but this is different.
I’m pushing someone away versus losing grip.
In the long run I pray I’m making the best season change.
Plants like people need to grow.
Sometimes they need separate plots.
Maybe one day we’ll rejoin at the hip.
But for now, I need to simply detach.
The vigor of lemons heals the soul. Squeeze the sun,
and be taken for a wild ride through space and time.
—Poet
The Lemonade of the Sun
By clouds, meditation may be solemn,
but in fizzy of quenching rays, awesome.
Squeeze the lemonade of the sun, Sugar!
Not a bouquet, but a single blossom.
Dramatic wings detach; they’re on your spine.
Pink, red, orange and yellow; so divine.
The panorama of bittersweet juice.
You’re ready for liftoff; look at your shine!
In zero gravity suit; grass rises
to meet your boots. Life’s filled with surprises.
A royal purple and steel blue pitcher
poured into the dawn; drink energizes.
You walk on the water of space and time.
Your pinions strong, and feathers - soft, sublime.
Why dally on the earth; you want to fly.
An artist and poet - oh, how you climb!
God, thank you for being healthy
For family and shelter
Because I have a purpose
in life Thank you again because it's not all rosy
And that they said they loved me, and now it's just the other way around
Otherwise I wouldn't have realized that I had to detach I
don't know why but at the moment all I'm doing is stagnating
I know I should get up and progress
But something binds me Frustrates me, I can't understand I
think it's time to stop being or look weak (To look weak)
I just want to get out with the music, not to fill the bag (Not to fill the bag)
External things won't change my inside'I
know I'm following, I don't care who's before'I've
got to discipline myself, it's not enough to make a motivational video I'm
not going to do anything for no rational
reason I'm looking around me, I don't see anything, I have a bitter taste You
can't heal something you don't recognize, that's clear
That's exactly what I'm trying to do
And stop complacent
To be even more focused
These phases I don't like I
feel like I've lost control
I have to move on to the next
level Only God is immortal
God, thank you for being healthy
For family and shelter
Because I have a purpose
in life Thank you again because it's not all rosy
And that they said they loved me, and now it's just the other way around
Otherwise I wouldn't have realized that I had to detach I
don't know why but at the moment all I'm doing is stagnating
I know I should get up and progress
But something binds me Frustrates me, I can't understand I
think it's time to stop being or look weak (To look weak)
I just want to get out with the music, not to fill the bag (Not to fill the bag)
External things won't change my inside'I
know I'm following, I don't care who's before'I've
got to discipline myself, it's not enough to make a motivational video I'm
not going to do anything for no rational
reason I'm looking around me, I don't see anything, I have a bitter taste You
can't heal something you don't recognize, that's clear
That's exactly what I'm trying to do
And stop complacent
To be even more focused
These phases I don't like I
feel like I've lost control
I have to move on to the next
level Only God is immortal
36, and I’m grateful to be alive. Still in the back of my mind Memento mori , “Remember that you will die”. So today I will do and not try. I will let go of the illusion that I can control every outcome because that’s the ill man’s delusional idea of how to manipulate time. Detach from the illusion of control. Just understand the future does not exist in this moment. Here and now is all we know. No matter how tightly you hold on, things will find a way to go . If everything was certain and nothing ever changed, life would be a stagnant body of water no Currents to shift its way. What a boring existence for the being’s part to play. We were already dying the day we were formed because time is not afraid. It existed before and will after the day the last human remains. So the celebration of another three hundred and sixty-five days has a feeling of accomplishment for another trip around the sun my skin sack has made. What is future but a mere wish, a hopeful gift , we should all be grateful if we get. I am alive now, but I remember we die, so I won’t waste breath on wishing for endless time. So here’s to 36, finally loving to be alive.
In the Odyssey of curling bloom,
The void lying within goes inerasable
Even though the means used are fragile enough
Yet, unable to detach complexity
Yet, unable to fulfill the felicity
of constructing those curling blooms, contented & voidless
Is stability indeed a coffin?
Or maybe it's more of a sin?
Or maybe, I lose and Life always wins
But I'll continue till the gap gets thin
No matter if it sheds off my skin
The void will surely departure if it's so much of spin
Or maybe , It'll not
Maybe that's the plot
Then I'll make use of the dots
On those tiny leftovers, isn't it now a lot?
Is there anything I still forgot?
But, I guess it's all what I've got
so as to fulfill the felicity
of constructing those curling blooms, contented & voidless
The void will surely departure if it's so much of prop
Or maybe, It'll not
Or maybe, It'll never
No matter whatever
The only thing that exists forever!
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