Sycamore tree, swing thee far?
On a crescent line?
Yes, sir. As I strive for par:
I think of the vine.
Due, friend, to its supple reach?
Twist and turn a-right.
Spark within me, I beseech.
Flicker, fly, and fight.
Well, young man, mythology.
Legends of the old?
Ancient is the redwood? Sea.
Lava makes the gold.
Sword, point heavenward and stand.
Enforce hell's command.
Fear severe, have you been planned?
Fire, forms frequent fanned?
Doubt, without? Tough taut to tout?
Down the waterspout.
Lily pad, repair or rout?
Flagrantly to flout.
Yet organized the strong ones step.
Each in rhythmic racks.
Soldier, load thy gun with pep.
Notes hang up with tacks.
City bells, alarums.
What message will you ring?
Plume volcanic, ply thy plums.
Blister as ye bring.
Crumbs. Chaos, thy star dances.
Dissonant its flow.
Fate and Fortune, white chances.
Black the broken bow.
Definition: programmed cell death/cellular suicide
in an attempt to remedy damaged components,
neatly shrinking and dismantling damaged parts.
A cognitive dissonant conscious
exists at a crossroads.
My mind fractures at the mere thought
of going back into the closet of deferred romantic pursuits,
even if hiding can ensure survival.
My dilemma encapsulates the quintessential concept of coming out.
Taking a step out of closeted comfortability
opens up the avenue for external toxicity,
while retreating into latent potential is
unintentional self-immolation.
Said the caste abolitionist
to the privileged preservationist
What Earth needs outside
we both feel inside
What people want inside
fills and spills outside
Following polycultural
polypathic
polyamorous
polytheistic Golden Rules
Ways
Means
Golden Ratios.
Caste abolition,
like anthropocentric constraint,
and unlike narcissistic complaint,
engages transformative potential
to recreate an organic civilization
in which every sacred body
has what is needed
and every polyamorous mind
has what is wanted.
Every neurological system
well-trained
and peace-making empowered
to recognize
and responsibly self-correct
any dissociative dissonant differences
between body nurturing needs
for kind touch
and mind-care wants
for compassionate communication
Spoken
and unspoken,
saged
and mused,
crowned
and rooted,
mountained
and valleyed
FatherSunned
and EarthMothered,
LeftBrained
and RightBodied,
enlightened
and empowering,
polished Win+Win
and abolished Win v Lose.
EXPECTANT THRESHOLDS
suddenly
conscious
of
perceived
patterned
memorials
beginning
to
crystallised
in
strange
experiences
reflecting
the
uncertain
mixed
tense
activity
indicates
transparent
unearthly
anticipates
awareness
immediately
surrounding
shadows
creeping
pictorial
spheres
veiled
unmoving
dissonant
transitory
fragments
A cacophony of sound surrounds me,
As dissonant music blares into my mind.
I sit in front of my computer
to type away my latest poem.
"Are these your dirty shoes, dear?
We have a rack for them, you know."
"Why is our towel soiled, dear?
Were you fiddling with your car?"
Whining and carping, objecting and wailing.
Oh, for a precious moment of silence,
That I might be alone
That I may be allowed to concentrate
On my tenuous inspiration
Before it dissipates
Into its normal useless insubstantiality!
Gone is my poem, like a frightened bird.
My souls on display, judgment comes
after
Held by melodies and dissonant chapters
Do you like dark romance? 'Cause I bring
disaster
Do you see greed? Is it my scene? Or the need to be seen through it?
Believe me, I wish I could believe this fate
befalls us all
I hope that peace is sewn within my fall
So I might find the wings to fly taller
And if I can beg you for one last thing, that gives chase for us to be held tight
If we're lost beyond the edge of light
Know you were my trail of stars in sight
To not find in fear that I've let its voice
become our night
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A pumpkin-colored sun filled the autumn air, casting bright rays that warmed the vibrant red-gold leaves. What would the red-gold leaves be without this blessed light? And the autumn breeze? It came as a symphony, filled with warm love notes from the summer days gone by.
October's brisk wind
dissonant wind chimes blowing
autumn's symphony
AUTUMNAL BLISS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
autumn's winds, a playful caress
dissonant wind chimes dance in artful bliss
Your ear has to be
tuned to hear
the City's rhythms
buried below the noise
and be able to discern
a melody woven through
the dissonant chatter
as in the rumble and splash
of motorcar tyres moving
along streets slicked
with watery reflections
and in the jarring grind
of tram wheels,
screeching brakes
and warning bells
and in the cadence
of human voices
as heard in quiet
conversations and loud
yells - to feel
a sense of elation when
all the scattered notes
of a City come together
and you hear
its surprising song.
Life
Why follow? Don’t need. Lives the death
Be walking. Dark woods. Free life. Feeling
Don’t love. Do not love. This is just a mistake
Dark light. No harmony. This life is dissonant
Just a hell. Rainbow. Night-blindness. A hell
Loving. Unrecognised. Unknown love. A tear
Just water. Steam. Life stream. River in Wood
Unloved. Changed. Flow. Glittering. Silver brook
Ice
Dropped life. Missed. Buried life. My garden
Silent cemetery. Empty my soul. I hear my echo
No life. Alone. Suffered
No emotion. Cold. This life
Oh! Guitar, what music hides in thy heart,
That awaits the touch of my soft fingers.
As my digit ends move over thee in quiet,
What melody comes, how it my spirit triggers!
Every chord in thee is fastened so tight.
If one is loose, the notes run dissonant.
With thy rhythm n’ melody, thou hold my heart light.
Wonder what sprite hides in this instrument.
As I listen to thy finely tuned sounds,
How I am kept long suspended in time.
To what heights then my wearied soul rebounds,
Making me afloat in celestial rhyme.
Oh music, flood in me to drown my pain.
Can anyone on earth your healing power disdain?
You sound like a fingernail
dragged over a blackboard.
Every word cast as blackmail
from a forked tongue in cheek.
Bathed in the vile, bile of diatribe,
masticated to be flung as dung expelled.
Your snarled words reek with
the dissonant cadence of discordance.
As your eyes flicker
from side to side with lies,
you look away, unable
to face me, eye to eye,
unmasked,
unshielded,
nakedly exposed,
in tune tonality,
truthful.
I watched every twig, every stick,
carefully placed -
I watched
Every branch left its mark,
playing its part like a symphony—
melodies whispering notes of peace,
while harmonies voice the dissonant echoes of war--
So subtle
I watched
Every limb
dividing, thriving
slowly depriving every ounce of oxygen
from the air it never once tasted,
but now hoards mouthfuls as its own.
The period of starvation ends.
It calls, a sudden, about-face.
Melodies of peace and harmonies of war converge.
The time of devouring has come.
Sounds once calming,
lullabies laced with steel—
lulling into hypnotic despair--
disguised as knights in shinning armor
now set a fire.
And I burn
I watched my wooden death bed crafted
by my own hands.
The question remains
Will I continue to burn?
Or will I rise with the phoenix from the ashes?
I went for a walk today
But really walking's how I pray
I prayed to God up above
For him to show me how to love
I think I may have done it wrong
Not just this time but all along
You see....,
"Love is precocious and innocent
Not self-righteous and dissonant
Love is acceptance and compromise
Not a tool with which to ostracize
Love is boundless and abundant
Not binding and reductant
Love is careful and yet fearless
Never easy and never tearless
Love is blindly unassuming
Never wilted,endless blooming
Love is allowing and imprecise
Love is selflessness and sacrifice
Love is reckless and it's stupid
Not flowers and candy or even cupid
What makes love love is it's simplicity
We were made to know how to love implicitly
Love is messy and less than perfect
But let me tell you love is worth it
Give me back this sacred gift,this innate ability
Either let me love or please set me free"
So despite the anguish and trials I might face
This is what I pray for as I walk in your grace....
"If by love I am defeated each and every day
Please Lord let me wake each next one choosing love still anyway."
Where my yin meets my yang
I hear a dissonant clang
My physician traced it back
all the way to the ‘Big Bang’
Seems I hopped aboard an asteroid
went for a wild ride
Hit my head on a comet
blasphemed, ‘God damn it!’
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