Let the snow roll over in my dreams,
Let the shore be cast away in my sea,
Let the stage take my fall away,
Let the path take me walking along the way.
The last dawn does not wait for the final dusk,
The last walk for the unknown stride,
The least is the unknown slavery,
The feast is for this tidy courage.
Where I step, I step twice,
Once for myself and another for the Silence.
I worship my Silence along the sidewalk,
I never truly believe in the communion.
Let me clear my voice,
Sleeping is the unseen lavishness,
Running towards the maze is my labyrinth,
Going to be heard in silence and not to be unseen.
Ignore the path that is not yours,
Align with the thought that causes you to walk alone,
Aloneness is the road that diverged in the wood,
The two-forked road that mends my decisions.
lightning
ignites
euphoria
in
progressive
gestures
of
synthetic
spheres
reality
overwhelms
&
extinguishes
utopia
a spectacle
inherited
paraphrased
yet
still
envisaged
fascinates
oscillating
an
individual
sense
of
the profound
trembling
boundless
&incessant
Umberto Eco
married a gecko.
His partner ate flies and mosquitos,
but Umberto stuck to Cheetos.
Requirements
customer-driven, tested
satisfying, verifying, validating
deliveries, happy management, follow-ons, happy customers
improving, optimizing, delaying
developer-driven, untested
features
----------
yeah, so this is pretty poor, imho. gonna have to do better!
Once-green golden leaf
diverges from its high place
slowly falls to earth.
There it will dry and shrivel;
like your love for me did, why?
Standing at the edge of forever
as one thought leads to hell
for I stare at the empty never
the other to a heavenly dwell
I must choose before the eyes of infinity
my soul torn between the hallucinogen hollow
passing through the vector vicinity
where dreams are created for me to swallow
Seeing visions of a hellion hive
soon thoughts fill with divinities divine
a conspiratorial conscience before I dive
where ambient angels dance and dine
Still I must choose before the end of time
a perplexing panegyrical pantomime.
Sept.16.2019
Crossroads Poetry
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
There are those who write poetically,
and there are Poets
Eternity balances
—on the difference
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
You could have ripped out my eyes
You could have plucked at my heart strings
I’d have let you do all these things
Because you were worthy
You were my Queen
You were my ally
We were coalescing
Until our paths diverted
Down different routes
But I just want to say
I still think about you
No hard feelings
And no regrets
I wish you all my love
I wish you all the best
I don’t ever think ill find
Anyone like you
But I keep an open mind
And open eyes as well
Because what the future holds
We can never tell
But I wish you well
And I hope you find
Just what you’re looking for.
Divergence
Greenery bids adieu to the grassland,
Divergence of opinion,
Cherished togetherness !
Kimo- 10/7/6
On Visual #3
Written Feb 18th, 2015
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For Nette's contest "In praise of a kimo"
“There is no life without death.”
Evolutionary indigenous
Nomads were Mongoloid.
Scavengers were Australoid and Caucasoid.
Barbarians were Congoid and Negroid.
We became civilized but within, nations were lost.
A great division of humankind characterized by our features, we are all a myth of the Mayans.
Genetically distinct we are formed as a species – humanity.
Nevertheless, famine plagues us.
War is born here, near, and far.
We are no more than the human race.
However, we have known discrimination because we immigrate.
God confused the languages to eliminate this type of hate.
A great nation form from this ideology and is named the United States [of America].
America has genes to produce olive, black, brown, and white offspring.
In the North, we stand.
The Racial Golden Rule states that we are rightfully given a separate place that provides racial freedom via racial separation and independence.
White people immigrated.
Black people were brought as slaves.
Via the natives, this eminent country - this eminent domain was made.
User Name: Verlena
Psuedonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Racial Golden Rule
No divesture of this, the soul's remind
the will of intervention supplements
with watching's wrest, the citizenry not bind
to sameness value, while the truth is blind!
I then must separate from that ensuing kind
that regulate on vestige, inheritance assigned,
my courage has one merit, yet options are sublime
to change the course of wrongness, others leave so behind!
It is this costly virtue, no gain, no riches mined
but everlasting oneness, with those whose crowns were lined
with scars from no assuming goodness was just consigned
to those who blandish glory from past renowned refined!
It is the price of freedom, continuous ~ divine
that scourges not resumption, but "freshens" from confined!
"Sentenced but not silenced" Mandela, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King
James Bevel. (Gandhi and Jesus) Civil Rights Movers!
Dystopia seems to be
The perfect place for we.
We are not individual.
We are one.
One mind.
One mouth.
One heart.
One soul.
We are always.
But we are never.
Control is important.
Freedom is dangerous.
Look what happens to the free.
War. Famine. Hate and Death.
Eradicate these and the world could be perfect.
Perfect for we.
Trust in everything the powers that be.
May tell we.
Trust and things will be fine.
Untrust and death will find you.
Quickly and painfully.
Work hard and you will be rewarded.
Arbeit Macht Frei.
Work Makes Free.
But not a freedom for yourself.
No. More like freedom from evil and doubt.
We We We.
This heart
An old
Dirt road
We use
To travel
Diverges
Through
The woods
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