Differentiating Poems

The New Me

“looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn”

I was a dusty carpet always ignoring abuse, it was being piled 
never differentiating between a real friend and an opportunist 
I always made sure I gave others more then I gave myself, 
my heart was always a blood bath and my soul hurt like hell 

At the age of thirty six I began my journey with a therapist  
who found the little girl in me and helped her rise again  
Locked inside a suitcase at six, the world to me was closed  
I started living again, this time I became my own best friend 

I learned to say no when I meant no and yes when I meant yes  
there were adjustments along the way, with family and friends 
but sooner or later they came to realize I had seen a new dawn
and I wasn't going to be used as a runner for their dirty feet 

God slowly steered my heart towards a wholesome love of self,  
after freeing my soul I embraced the fire and began living again.

Absolutely no sense

Differentiating

Seems

And seems not

To make sense of

What appears to be

Happening..

If not..nothing

Has been sensed

Which makes

Absolutely

No sense...

Zen mode

differentiating breath sensations
left channel cool, right warm
converging between the eyebrows 
conjuring within, a bliss storm

meanwhile, random thoughts arise
as a white dove comes into view
oceanic waves replay their refrains 
the witness has no puzzles to sew

War

*war!! war!! war!!*

War will only tear,
make people live in fear,
so brethren’s be aware.

war brings death, 
some have to loose teeth,
war does not sooth.

we are one blood, one nation,
so lets have ve+ reaction,
without race or denomination.

may thy peace reign,
let it fall like drops of rain,
love  be found in our vein.

war is all about thinking,
make peace and unity the king,
have power of differentiating.

If we must, lets fight hunger,
And learn to control anger,
From it, comes danger.

let us all preach peace,
tell warmakers in the face,
we are one piece.

God bless all,
For peace belongs to all,
warlords must fall.

Transcend Duality

I've heard the opposite of love is indifference,
I think something different than that,
It's hate, though the hollows of nothing, far worse,
Solidified matter of fact,
Only through hate can we know of love's place,
Just as sweltering sweat makes us cold,
And the way that the moon steals sunlight for the night,
Day to dark, when cowards to bold,
In my relative time here on Earth I have seen,
Blinding pain allows joy to exist,
And I think about life after death, God and hell,
Honestly hard to tell which is which,
I seek endlessly for answers to questions unknown,
Choose between keeping peace or to fight,
Finding yin and yang as a guide, always wrong,
But then again, never not right,
All the same, here we are, none and all, simultaneously,
Differentiating between the twos,
When one is the other, the other the one,
Dualities transcend me and you.

Ordered Collections

People in my circle,
Same interest,
Common goal,
The heart's Venn diagram,
Uniting us,
Differentiating us,
In one huge plane,
The boundaries set by nature,
Its beauty is enhanced by the variety,
Rings and shapes intertwined,
They intersect to show us,
A people crafted with peculiarities,
A people with disparate dispositions.




May 19, 2022.

Hourglass

Sealed within an hourglass
a shower of sand descending 
scraping away my supple skin 
as when one refinishes a hardwood floor
scouring off the old varnish and stain 
Its grit scratching  
like the claws of a cat at my corneas
already malformed before my birth 
so that I was never able even as a child
to perceive the world completely clearly
everything fuzzy like a fogged mirror
and blurry about the edges
causing me difficulty differentiating 
between 0, 6 and 8
a’s and e’s and o’s
I choke as it rises over my mouth and nose
Those observing my struggle to survive
from the other side of the glass smile wide
as they speak in pointless platitudes
preaching worthless, irrelevant notions
such as I should look upon each grain of sand
as a potential pearl
but I am not an oyster in the ocean

The Silence of a Library

The Silence of a Library
David J Walker

Here is where I will live
Beyond the fear
of the coming death
And its imagined motif

Find me on 26th street
at the park with my friends on
a cool summer evening
laughing about the coming
unfamiliar days we fear

Some design their own white robes and
Gilded ropes braided around their waists
differentiating the
gender of cherubs

Some accept the silence and
the blackness of the nothingness
of not knowing

Some await the inevitable alternative universe
Created to suit the nature of the attendants  

Some practice the celibacy and the silence  of
The library with books to confirm their convictions

But we will play volleyball as the sunsets
And the temperature drops
The lights come on automatically

And we play until the dawn and
Fall asleep between the swing sets

Ebb and Flow

We like to play
And so we do
In stillness sway
Aliveness renew

We make a game
Of everything we do
Watching wax & wane
Of each pulse anew

Beginning of the itch
The urge to scratch
Allowing the twitch 
We are our own match 

Differentiating intent
At half breath cessation 
The pauses potent
At inhalation & exhalation 

Lips opening to sip
A pause pregnant 
Into the tea they dip
The gulp too expectant 

We look in the mirror
Beyond outer appearance
A spasmatic bliss tremor
Reveals our innocence 

09-August-2020

An Orientation Allowing

Thinker thinking
A doer doing
Meditator meditating
Non-doer doing
Thus differentiating
Aspects of disassociating 
Likewise observed by observer
Yet the mind does filter
Whilst transcendence
Requires pristine innocence 
Not a doing or non-doing
But a happening
When we cease to size
And simply vaporise 
Being to become bliss
The That Oneness timeless
A singularity as entirety
Beyond space & time so infinity

The return
Uncertain
For who goes and who comes
When there is only One

Do You Know Me

My friend, do you know me?
   I am a Pharisee
No, not per the dictionary
  Which mischaracterizes my beliefs and me

For while he keeps the tradition, it's true
  A Pharisee's an ever-evolving Jew
He delves deep into the Talmud to learn the ways
  to deal with the problems of the world today

Thanks to the Pharisees a Jewish-Israeli farmer
   can halakhically* 'Sabbath-milk' a cow in its barn, or
devotedly observe Passover or Yom Kippur
  be he in the jungle, outer space, or Kuala Lumpur

What's more, be it abortion, euthanasia or homosexuality
  the Talmud treats current issues of controversiality --
A Pharisee views the times in light of the Talmud, you see
  ~ differentiating his faith from Hebraic-Christianity**


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* halakhically = in accordance with Jewish Law, in this case
                        the laws of the Sabbath
** Practitioners (for a few generations after Jesus Christ) 
                        were known as Hebrew-Christians.

Humanity- -

Humanity - tormentor of my dreams
I discovered the people diverse the scream
Limitlessness - limitlessness - limitlessness!
My ephemerality I could not awaken limitlessness
Take thy transcendence from out my heart aching
I crave the human, humane humanness breaking
And the universality never transcending, man's pretending

I crave the dialectic, divine deliverance
I threw my otherness upon the floor with indifference
And the consumers never differentiating
It was hardcore, more so, galore while contemplating
While I pondered, totalitarian and your humanity
Suddenly, I heard some labeling
Only this and a totalitarianism

That moment my soul grew cultist
I discovered the members unlisted
I threw my civilization upon the floor
Do you like embers, men ignore
The annexationist brought such sorrow
I crave the mystic, monarchical democracy borrowed
That fundamentalist, fundamentalist civilizing

Much I marveled this inclusive individualization
And so I screamed, 'Is that a extremity?'
That druid, druidic colonizing
And the civilizations never democratizing
Still is fraternizing, still is extremity fraternizing humanity

The Year 2018 and Beyond

ARTICULATING.

SPECULATING.

DIFFERENTIATING.

DISINTEGRATING,

OF THINKING OF A NEW YEAR APPROACHING.


DREAMING.

DESIRING,

OF A MORE HARMONIOUS FUTURE,

OF A MORE PRESENT NOW,

AND OF A MORE RESOLVED PAST.


OUR PATH IS SET NOW,

WITH MANY CHOICES ALONG THE WAY.

ALL WE NEED IS THE COURAGE TO MOVE FORWARD.

LET'S WELCOME THIS NEW YEAR,

WITH LOVE,

AN OPEN HEART,

AND PEACE.






WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT

DECEMBER 31, 2017.

Id's Odyssey

What is self magnified, but life
   longing an impossible dream,
a tickling of inner cravings 
  as the voice of imaged splendor,
wherewithal's purpose
flourished in veritable endeavors
    of stylistic appropriations, 
 realistically mediating 'tween desire's
 yearning amidst clouded vapors
   dispersing recognition beyond
     declarations of id's odyssey,
an ideal in ego's transformation
  that which awakens
   substantial sustenance
        nourishing a spirited nature,
  a psychic boon, abstruse or surreal
       motivating individuality's
            creative impulses 
           differentiating experience's of
  uncoordinated instinctual trends
       amid uniqueness of the ultimate animus,
          'roused beyond mind-blowing intrinsic forces

Summer Solistice

Marigold in the paradise river the serenity
Like a sun remains stand still and getting warmer witty
Purifying souls awakening light to crystal chirp of bird beauty
Perpendicular to horizon stops and reverse its direction without guilty

Like navigating the spherical concept differentiating the seasons
Flute of songs and breezes softly flowing touching your eyes at dark because of reason
Flowers turn new and fruit ripens up led to theism
All gathered to understand the mystery of long day without any atheism

Festivals were organized and worshipped the lord
Magician takes an edge to soothsayers all native and abroad
Witches were burned by the agony of the power sword
Of the paradise cognates unraveling the mystery of luminal word

Witches go nuts by the Celtic power practice beliefs and spiritual
Worshipping natural beauty and divinity going beyond the physical world ritual
Reincarnation in the third world, soul in successive births by art songs real
respecting creatures by process of sowing and harvesting is time immemorial.

5/6/2016

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