VERTIGINOUS VIRTUOSO-:-
whirling
wunderkinds
ingenuous
spiraling
paroxysmally
in a THRILL of EXACTITUDE
exceling
apogeal
moments
perpendicular
vanguards
of the ARTWORKS and CURIOS
galleries
sanctum
exhibitions
declivus
gradient
PARTICULAR ATTRACTIONS
revived
traditions
in
perfect
outlines
of
simplified
exactitude
precise
&natural
textured
in
effective
graphic
practice
Numbers have an exactitude
Not found in many other places.
Unless you count nature.
Fur on bears
Stripes on a tiger
Sharp teeth on a great white
Bark on trees
Stripes on a bumblebee and a zebra
Playfulness in dogs
Aloofness in cats.
I think I am wrong
Exactitude is found in lots of places
PREFERENCE
the succulence
on display
arrestingly
different
a
timeless
exactitude
alongside
luscious
beauties
concoctions
of symbolist n
abstractions
simplified lines
emptily idealised
yet
authentically
expressed
& depicted
if
somewhat
in absurdity
of
an exploration
of the sensual
in
the of
conscientious
to make
a startling
masterpiece
illustrating
&
portraying
a naive
fantasy
I envy the precision
of the engineer,
the grounded exactitude
of a trade, to be able
to hold phenomenon within
the spell of an equation,
have the power to make
something from a sum.
I make things from shadows,
the pulled threads
of a mirage and echoes
bubbling up from the bottom
chambers of a void. I work
with the vagaries of whim,
waiting for something to appear
from who knows where,
letting a shape emerge
from beneath a ghostly
gauze of words or reveal
its nature by a residue
of absence left
in the wake of its going.
I am a gatherer of what
is carried on the wind,
the fragrance of flowers,
moans uttered
on lonely shorelines
by the voices of restless seas,
the cry of nightmares,
the crescendos of love,
becoming for a moment
an instrument in some
vast orchestra through which
a divine song is being played.
The world must come to a recognition of unity
While struggling with a sense of separation
Realizing that we are all genus human being
With no reasonable excuse for alienation,
Our arteries flow with the same blood of life
Long accepting each other’s for transfusion,
[Only good and evil are polarities of exactitude]
Why must we contend with phony exclusion?
We share the earth and all its magnificent riches
For the good of all regardless of race or creed
We must eschew thoughts of personal ownership
Sharing with each other as each has the need.
A sense of separation permeates our daily lives
The ideas of “we” and “they” as entities diverse
While in truth we and they are the exact same
It’s just that we read different chapter and verse.
Written November 1, 2022
Submitted to “Rotate Consciousness Polarity" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Mindless Musings Over Morning Coffee
What Is Wrong Or Right?
Whether It be dark or light
Be it in…or out of sight
Wrong or right is neither
Truly Wrong or right
It all depends upon
One’s point of view
Perhaps Unique to you and only you
Perhaps shared by more Than just a few.
Wrong or right are just opinions
That’s hard to wrap one’s around
Formed, molded, conceived
Under different conditions
Mass murderers, Parish priests
Both shaped by fate to say the least
Both lay claim to knowing concisely
With exactitude, what precisely is
Wrong or right
It’s fair to say most know right from wrong
While at the same time acknowledging
The hard truth that right and wrong are only concepts,
Beliefs and opinions held in one’s mind
And nothing…absolutely nothing is truly
Wrong or right
Mindless Musings Over Morning Coffee
What Is Wrong Or Right?
Whether It be dark or light
Be it in…or out of sight
Wrong or right is neither
Truly Wrong or right
It all depends upon
One’s point of view
Perhaps Unique to you and only you
Perhaps shared by more Than just a few.
Wrong or right are just opinions
That’s hard to wrap one’s around
Formed, molded, conceived
Under different conditions
Mass murderers, Parish priests
Both shaped by fate to say the least
Both lay claim to knowing concisely
With exactitude, what precisely is
Wrong or right
It’s fair to say most know right from wrong
While at the same time acknowledging
The hard truth that right and wrong are only concepts,
Beliefs and opinions held in one’s mind
And nothing…absolutely nothing is truly
Wrong or right
I. Myth
A giant, I thought, fondly,
one that brought power first;
then, too, love, always love,
then, too, justice, wisdom;
you commanded the supplications
just as surely as your gods;
I thought it would reside in you
and preside over me forever.
II. More
Far more, I thought, fondly,
and gifts of bounty at hand;
then, too, power, always power,
then, too, justice, wisdom;
so, then, more the reward of good
and more the power of the reward;
you were sure it was yours
and divinity would surely follow.
III. Less
No less, I thought, fondly,
it was always these, I assumed;
then, too, those, always those,
then, too, less the malignant seed;
but assumption is deepest folly,
and greater exactitude held sway;
gone the lesser virtues,
less than the virtues pledged.
IV. Of And Or
I surely walked into a hemisphere
darkened by my own design;
but perhaps you walked, or lurched,
or clumsily something elsed;
perhaps into a hemisphere darker,
unwittingly darkened by folly;
I won't know until I get there,
and even then I might not.
27th June 2020
"Behold, I come quickly." Book of Revelation
I'm a fugitive within
eluding essence
easily beheld by
intangible tangent --- contagion terrorized.
The body that is so dignified, if not deified,
how can it house so violent a guest that
dwells in hell's exactitude?
In transient body fragile flesh
serves god's amplitude.
Silver inlets of faith revoke
solitude -- in god's company one is never alone -- for
another day's vast vicissitude, lingering currents of faith
slip into night's safe haven past
the tumultuous velocity acquiring fluency with
god's fiat of investiture -- in hope.
An attitude of gratitude
increases latitude, not exactitude
Heavenly Blanket
I have one, but you can't
purchase one in any department store.
It was created by God, most perfect in every-way.
It's light as a cloud, warms your
body and heart in a delicious way.
The blanket, so magical, it connects you to the stars.
And covers every body crevice
with divine exactitude,
You will sleep in absolute gratitude.
You dream of angels with this blanket by our God.
Gratitude and peace are yours.
At sunrise~you are totally restored!
June 11, 2019
2:15am PST
She sat wedged between majestic trees of beauty and style
sidled in a labyrinth of Faith and exactitude
The day was damp, I could smell the earth beneath my feet
and only God knew where the angels were that very moment,
as she cried tears of water and human petrichor;
My heart was filled with a deep compassion for her as she wept
I joined her in the water dance of mercy and love, unrationed
Her eyes became alive with a deep color of fire and amber
as she exuded energy that could only be expressed through awe
I lunged for a moment of communion with her and the
whole world fell away at our feet....
The message came hours later, when I stood in silence
at the window of my soul...
"FAITH IS NOT A LOGICAL EXPERIENCE ,
BUT A CONVICTION OF THE HEART"
One rainy day as I stood in front of the Blessed Virgin Mary
surrounded by nature and rain, I experienced something
that was to remain in my heart forever.
Nov 27, 2018
Collusion of illusions… life that is life
Profusion of confusions... life that is life
Our attitude has not seen exactitude
Conclusion of delusions… life that is life
We have been victims of own opinions
Intrusion of pollutions… life that is life
Realization is not at a reality till now
Infusion of allusions… life that is life
Enmity evaporates not, Rochishmon,
Revolution of retributions … life that is life
Savvy scientists scoff at the soul:
Can't poke it, prod it, pinch it, probe it
~ and clearly can't claim to contemplate...
an empirical, egg-headed, experimental
all-enveloping ecstasy of erudite exactitude
elegantly and eloquently embossed, embedded
~ in its entropy of effervescing exegesis.
Whereas
I know of no one -- nowhere -- nasty or normal
knock-kneed, neck-naped, nose-gnarled
neuron-nitpicked or nucleic-acid-nested
Who
denies indubitably or dubiously, definitely
or deafeningly--deranged, demented,
debauched or denatured -- the sacred
sanctuary unsullied, where sits, serene and
silent, the small, still sound of said soul
swilling, swelling, seeking, sailing, soaring---
sensitively, sensorily, yea sentimentally---
til he sees, then sighs, then seizes
so surreptitiously the serum of sentience
Within!
Entry in "An Inner Knowing, an Absolute Feeling, My Mystical Soul
Self Poetry Contest," sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
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