Where are you going?
I ask myself
In fear of knowing
What direction am I rowing
Is this where I want to be
or am I growing
I don't know who I can Ask
Which is annoying
Are these satans thoughts?
Is there something that they're imposing?
Or is this the cost of my sins
The destruction my hands have been sowing
I don't know the answer to any of this
I just use god as a way of coping
My thoughts have been everywhere
It has become very controlling
I can not do anything about it
They've just been roaming
But this is it
my way of thoughts; Disposing
This is different
Eerie
The winds have changed.
The colors fade into
a lifeless, chalky form,
and all life disappears
in a uniform fashion,
as I stand at its edge,
too scared to move.
Even the sun plays
hide and seek.
And I've volunteered to play seeker.
Who would have thought the sun
was so gifted at playing,
after all these years of
willingly showing his face.
And now I face off
between the darkness
and what's left of me.
There's no rest
for the rest of me.
I lay resting in pieces.
Rest In Peace
One piece left -
it stumbles in the dark.
One piece,
one part to play.
It knows it's still
in the game.
It knows -
To live in darkness
among darkness
requires little of us.
But to seek the light,
to create light
among the darkness
demands effort.
So
much
effort
These winds are changing,
and the darkness encloses me
as I watch the flowers,
disposing of each petal,
fade from my view.
The sun wants to play hide and seek
I can tell this one's going to hurt
as I listen to the drum of my
heart beat grow louder.
I call out
Ready or not, here I come!
Atomic Canary
Angels seed
The death bell tolls to the masses
Putin ill be your dog
Netanyaho ill be your dog
I love this land
This is where I want yo die
Sing a song
Soul from the Earth
All of us tresspass
Some other country wants your ass
Not direct assimilate
You out on a street leaving your home
Lay down your arms
Leave torture to horror shows and horror shoes
A Cruel subjugation to remain
No name Generals
Agressive canaries
I saw angels renegation
Turn your water on
War be a boring
So make some tea
Innocence of a god prayer word
The innocence of a crime
Defeat me arches back back back
Disposing substance OG
Evil tourists
Fake rich
All in the way
We take your one life away
So much truth in homeless
Cherished mansion
A surreal prosperity
A tattered shack
In front of my fireplace
I read a book
Its not Captain Hook
It's time to see what is
One life and what we give and what we take
Who decides
Our fate
Grass stalks rise upward.
to a head of fading gold
Their wings were fully spread.
a cerulean cape,
The morning smoke blows.
The willow tree was still drenched.
with lengthy icicles akin
Cat's whiskers
Daffodil drums sing an ode.
a parade in the clearing dew
on strewn gossamer
akin a wedding veil
Dawn weeps crimson tears.
and I'm just a whim
to embrace the richness of the dawn
as fresh as a chew
from a crisp apple
Rivers trickle under the branches.
Crocus blossoms in the melting snow
soiling their newly opened purple heads
dribble, dribble, dribble
Cherry blossoms burst open in my heart.
as young ducks.
velvet of a sunny yellow hue.
glide across the smooth lagoon.
Disposing of hatching eggs
of translucent porcelain.
an obvious awakening that appeared
would never happen.
Written: February 26, 2023
Your Option Again Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
trash
putrid, unwanted
wasting, littering, disposing,
pickups, accumulations, wealth, coffers
admiring, cherishing, adoring
valuable, precious
treasure
Date written: 11/06/2022
How am I to maintain the status quo?
When my eyes and mind are dead set on dishonesty.
Of what I've shared and bestowed as the mystery!
Written: January 25, 2022
A STRAND (1065) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
in again had clocked
thoughts from my mind had been blocked
my brain tightly locked
concept corrected
mind with body connected
my brains collected
had been head scratcher
not ever virus catcher
be of sound stature
seen in state of shock
we had checked out cattle stock
chip off the old block
poem up contriving
did see bird which was diving
find more food striving
masks decomposing
them should be reimposing
properly disposing
when things went to waste
they will have done with much haste
did not meet our taste
books stored side by side
none of them will want to hide
read them all have tried
about quanon
always wished that it was gone
start a bright new dawn
a brief nap I took
read one more page in my book
about Trump being crook
on you God will grow
my Bible has told me so
did fight off each foe
ingenuity
should buy an annuity
in community
at wheel may have dosed
to virus we were exposed
whole house should be hosed
"Stripped of a physical body,
[individualistic] mind stands naked,
revealed startlingly
for what it has always been;
the architect of our [shared] reality."
Sogyal Rinpoche
Stripped of a spiritual mind,
bodies lie nakedly dis-potentiated,
undominated,
indomitable,
undomesticatable,
de-commodified,
startlingly unveiled
for why we have always evolved here
in regenerative Earth's life-giving environment,
Historically revolved
and culturally regenerated
through DNA bicameral dynamic reiterating spirals,
bilateral nature/spirit animation,
humane/divine co-inspirations
Unfolding
refolding
prefolding
dipolar co-arising folds
strings
frames
paradigmatic fields
Composing
recomposing
discomposing
disposing
uncomposing
precomposing
this fractal-binomial structure
for systemic ecological restructuring
of each moment's regenerative/degenerative
empowering/disempowering
enlightening/dissociating potential
Ego/Eco-systemic rebecoming,
becoming
unbecoming
precoming,
coming
Autonomously stripped
atomic synergy,
embodied longing
within multiculturing waves
of co-arising integrity,
naked mind belonging
If I may quote from Joyce Kilmer's poem "Trees" a line:
(His poem "Trees" is an all-time favorite verse of mine!)
"I think that I shall never see, a poem lovely as a tree!"
(I suppose there are few who with that lyric would disagree.)
A spreading sycamore with its dancing leaves of jade,
Provides a nest for robins and an inviting summer shade.
Ah! The beauty of crimson maple leaves carpeting the lawn;
The shimmering dew gracing a ponderosa pine at dawn!
Mighty oaks shed their emerald leaves that we held in adoration;
In fall their bare limbs reach heavenward as if in supplication!
There are so many species of trees - I could babble on ad infinitum!
But, never mind, humankind could never survive without 'em!
'Tho I like trees and Joyce Kilmer's ode to trees, I have a little beef:
I hardly enjoy raking and disposing of each and every doggone leaf!
HYPOCRITE
You act as if you don't speak
forgetting all you've said, coward!
since you fear living up to your own expectations
Shame is at its peak
You condemn others yet your acts are not commendable
Poke nosing is an habitual habit
You claim never to do what others do
but we see you at the forefront secretly
disposing of cruelty; welcoming wickedness
Your voice speaks louder than your actions
In a minute, you stand for the truth
In another, you act against truth.
To those that do not know you
Let them die in your pretence
Let them be blinded of what is seen
You forget so fast yet you remember
every bad deed done by another
If words could speak
a lot would have been said
Not in message but in person.
Hypocrites die daily before they die
Every day is an opportunity to lie
Till you change, your living does not count.
HO²
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I drop my friends when I no longer need them.
Disposing myself of them at bus terminals, airports,
and other places.
Please do not take this personally.
And if you are a faerie, I may leave you in a bureau drawer,
but rest assured I will leave it open a crack, so you can get in and out.
This pattern has worked well for me, so I shall continue
practicing it.
Three wishes
I’ve been granted several wishes
Well actually just three
The first I’d use for happiness
For every one I see
Eliminating all the frowns
Disposing of the hate
The second I would use for health
So illness I’d negate
The third one is a special wish
And this is what I’d do
I’d use it to take all my love
And send it out to you
10/16/18
For the: Three Wishes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
sharp-eyed you peeled my face
and my body
so sour-tasted me revealed
it was unconditional surrender to your authority
of disposing me in trash box
you yet gobbled up me
and served me your gastric acid
Polluted mind
I read a little but many forget
I lost my memory earliest…..
The dustbin of my mind,
I’m not disposing
Unwanted remembrance
Why not going….
The thing that I want to forget
But some factor is there
Stopping everywhere…….
What is solution that
I’m trying to find…….
What is the fact?
Polluted my mind…..
Ashumit k.v.
21/3/2016
(India)
Upon the dawning of each day
Everything is black and grey
The darkness fills the space around him
Somehow the demons won't let him be
Just upon the time for him to change
They come for his life to be rearranged
Breaking through the silver lining of his soul
Letting them in, taking over him... he's a fool
Once he was smothered in beauty
Through time the porcelain skin around his face has shattered.
For now and forever they've made him ugly and broken, Just like you and me.
The soul that once shined, now a black Myst disposing him of his sweet taste. Deformed.
A heart so cold, eliminating him of his feeling.
Upon the rising sun of each day
Everything is white and grey
The light surrounds the darkest of nights
For then the darkness that holds him so tight, shrouds away at the sight of the holy light.
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