I shall never fully let go
Of the feelings, thoughts, memories
Of everything that once flowed into my life.
I am always envisioning my future,
Always lingering in the past.
I feel strongest when both of my
Mindsets of future and past align.
I will always be living in the present.
I'll never give up on my way of thinking.
The blending of yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Is my way of diversifying times from which I shall grow.
In the middle of winter
within misty moors,
lies a melancholic meadow.
Up above grey skies foretell
perturbed crows to seek shelter.
Down below,
an isolated tree - naked and fatigued;
Listens in silence.
Her soul is wounded,
but you do not see her blood.
Defiant against dysfunctional adversity,
her roots are stronger than an anchor.
Diversifying in deep directions,
kissing the mouth of the Earth.
Her torso may seem tall and mighty,
but her appearance deceives.
Sins of mankind have exposed her sap,
as bark beetles crumble the surface.
Forceful winds and bullet rain blasts
against her weary teary face.
Her tame frame trembles,
as naked broken branches are
blown away by brutal gusts.
It is just another battle for life,
as birds leave her behind - suffocating.
Raindrops stream down her body,
creating puddles of sadness,
soaking deep into her roots.
In the middle of winter
within misty moors,
lies a melancholic meadow;
where a tree yearns for Spring.
To bloom prosperously
and to bathe in sunshine -
so departed birds return.
Silent One
20 February 2018
Listen up and learn deep,
said the non-existential Zen Math teacher.
I'm only saying this once
and it will be on tomorrow's test
now nearly finished today.
1. All nomials are part of the universal network
of synergetic polynomials,
just as all memes are part of an integral memory system
or there would be neither nomials
nor independent meme.
2. All nomials are also binomials
for the same reason we call half a moon
a Full Moon
and refer to a quartile of moon
as a Half Moon;
just the light side
excludes the night side.
3. Which is also why digital information
is always binary,
and why double-binds are also double negative oxymorons
of equivalent co-arising notnot paradox
diversifying positive incidents.
4. And why,
on a Zero Zen-centered Earth,
all polynomials are equivalent to double-negative polynomials,
dualdark shadow yin square roots
trending Yang notnot empty virginity,
remembering (0)-soul bilateral regenerativity
of co-arising body/mind
multisensory felt Space/Time.
Those are my
irrational questions.
Now, could we become a more resiliently comprehensive
transrational response?
Before Age
Effort and nutrition went in vain today
Knitted poem vanished in a click of finger
A question emerged in genuine mind
Who bloody ate up the beauty of poem today!
Fumbling fingers in the history of record
Whether shattered hopes can get rebirth today
Tired eyes advised shut up computer now
You can not write poem diversifying today
Knowing 'Linda' will not be happy in this
Beauty and diversification advised leave 'Dear' today.
And even though the pen is mightier than the sword,
I seem to have lost my presence in a grieving combat,
Valuing the occupancy of idle prayers contoured,
Less the guilt of maturing through a horde of dirty facts;
The world finds me sundry rationales to scream this pain,
Diversifying my wisdom with that of teary remains,
Bickering the thought of justified emancipation
While agonizing seems my choice of venom, though hardly sustained;
But just when I approach the closest line of victory,
Memories of inane sorrow, these lanes of tomorrow find me astray;
More than a bloody design, I’m the obligation of teary flow
Scripting this narration across walls of empty vocation,
Patronizing my guilt through aisles of surrendered shadows,
And still not found within the satisfaction of dreary locations;
My worst nightmare seems to be this occupation I pursue,
Crying paths towards freedom, and still no escape…
If patience is a nourishment of tears, the Lord must identify truths
That retaliate intentions hallucinating the pretence of faith,
For where a tale of occult visions begin,
Words of poetic exercise, a world composed of lies find me astray;
Lo! Your eyes peek…
through me and its glow engulfs weary soul,
not diversifying the moral, of my being
but instead guiding me to understand the essence
of time, the truest meaning of my existence
that I’m seeing more of life, than death now, ‘cos new breathe
of hope commands the air, bringing into me good tidings…
Just like you said,
“What’s mine is mine,” your vision
of my recreation---I see, as clear
as the eyes of your poetry, peeking through me!
The poet is the chameleon of our modern society
Constantly changing his appearance
Always adapting to his fresh new surroundings
Looking for something to write
Writing to support illegitimate children he’s never met
Strangely fitting in with every demographic of life
No matter how different they may be
Always recognizing something he can relate to
-Gift
Never concerned with wealth
Instead filling days and nights with scripture
Reading and studying everyone like him
Zukofsky, Ginsberg, Keroac, Merrill, and Pope
Just to name a few
Devising new techniques to better his uncommon trade
Wanting to impress even the toughest critic
Devilishly diversifying his sticky pages with something new
Just so scholars will have something to study
IVeternity