Have We Decided
What We're Guilty
Of Yet, At Least
You Or Me?
*Anticipating
*Inevitable
*Incalculable
*Integral:
***Total Understanding?***
Does That Effect
Your Decision?
Weep, Sweet Cow,
Like Only You
Know How...
***
Beautiful Beast.
-Gray Squirrel
04-07-2026
from here to the stars
incalculable distance
unfathomable
A child is a
gift from God
They foster love,
compassion and empathy
Bring more joy
than can be put into words
Teach how not
to be selfish
How to think
of others first
Are a precious
beautiful miracle
Elevate your mood
to highest heights
Are a Blessing
that provides you
With wealth that
is incalculable
There's no way
to put a value
On what they give you
3 PM, cold, windy, snow coming
I wonder about love
And loving
Is there a difference
Some incalculable measure
Can you love someone
Without loving them
We are the body heat
of an endangered species,
the shattered hammer and forge
of an archaic workshop.
Gone are the rhymes and chimes,
gone all reason to be,
gone the prophet, saint or devil,
now we drive
to the far side of a town,
one we have never visited,
just to scratch upon a nameless wall.
Words confound us,
spellbound we tinker
with the Daedalian keys,
sprockets and gears
of an incalculable machine,
not seeking answers,
nor questioning why,
but only how.
Angels of Light, tenderly touch her brow.
Remove the pain that binds her now.
Gentle, peaceful passing into the rainbows beyond,
Where light and love meet joy and peace,
Rising with every brilliant celestial dawn.
Release her spirit to the universe,
Set her Soul now free to fly.
Unshackle every earthbound debt,
And vanquish all the tears she's cried.
Angels of Light, spread your wings
Of Grace and Love, unfurled smiles.
Keep me close to her heart as now
She crosses Heaven's incalculable miles.
Release her body etheric, and
Take her Home at last.
Gently lay her in the arms of the
Loved ones who have already passed.
Angels of Light, with Mercy and Grace
Remove the pain from her beautiful face.
Open her eyes to the new horizon
Gently sweeping upon celestial shores.
I know she'll be waiting for me
When I fly through those heavenly doors.
Copyright © Chula Fleming Aug 9,2013
I travelled back down the road
on which we spent hours together,
incalculable time twisting our fates
like the vine covered walls we’d pass.
I travelled back down the road
with signs pointed toward your home
one way, and mine the other. Straight lines
and green lights sailing us through crossings.
No sunburnt ambers yet. No midway checkpoints.
I've travelled back down that road,
only years later now. The wheat still grows
in the countryside, the laybys still house dust.
That carpark where I solved the mystery of
the flashing dashboard was empty again.
I travelled back down that road,
driving into a past I loved as the present,
never thinking it a counterfeit future.
A fork in the road was drawn on your map only.
I travel back now, down this road, to a friend
who stayed as you left, who consoled as you
hid. Who helped reroute a direction
abandoned, for a different course unplanned.
I will travel along this road to the friend
who made all those journeys worth it.
Imagine, if you will,
intolerable temps,
indomitable force,
incalculable mass,
imponderable strength,
ineffable presence,
interminably – here.
"Open Avenues"
Easily judged
all reflections of you
echo in others’ mirrors
they are reflecting shards of you
prisms of light
bounce back hooded
in darkened eyes
remnants reflecting
that return
that Return
endless
unknown
unnamed
incalculable
open avenues
Easily judged
all reflections of you
echo in others' mirrors
they are reflected
shards of you
reflecting
unknown
incalculable
openings
the unexplored
avenues
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Earthquake in a Tea Cup"
the earthquake
rocked through
a pink haze
soft and powdered
scent of lit smoke
flaming fires
hot oven baked
green apples
ripe skin sizzled
and popped
ice cool cinnamon crisp
lemon peeled martinis
black russians and they're
ripped unfriendly cousins
Long Island Iced teas and
Asian Pear Chit-Cha toddies
osmanthus oolong trading
asset smiles flying under
the Roger Ramjet radar
exploded rapturously
candied petals floating
hearts marachinoed
stevia sweetened cherries
skewered and buttered up
mercilessly on the q.t.
roses burnt apricots
she arrived shimmering
in the clouds
a seduction
ruffling feathers
in their
crème de la crème
tea cups shaking
their quiet worlds up
dominoes lined straight laced,
drugged and shot
they all thought
it was the second
coming
the world
was her stage
the fall out
was atomic
their shadows
scattered
nuclear imprints
incalculable,
the numbers
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Love begins with
suffering and ends with
suffering
Trying to avoid suffering is
proof that you are not loving
Can you hold hands and go into the sea?
Love divides the sea
Love makes a way in the sea
set foot on the other side of the land of love
Is this a naive idea?
Yes. Love can only be done
by those who are enough to look
incalculable.
casting away all pieces and parts
of an existence full of casual talk
of board rooms full of rage
lost bodies in burning classrooms
full of philosophy and apathy
on foolish babble on time
lost and found morality
memories based on foundations
of aimless travels
looking skyward
casting thoughts incalculable
emotions of love
hate or disdain, unimaginable
full of the rage n pain
playing the blame game
who are we to say
rooms full of empty views
the apathetic feuds
glass shards, crack
crazy crystalline harts
like falling cards or raining stars
as bodies burn in lethargy
casting stones into the ocean of tranquility
small are the thoughts that ripple large
reflections hard as yesterday’s tomorrow insane
cast away photos in a scrapbook of memories
pieces n parts of arcane life, disregard
full of white rooms and silent storms
staring into the mouth of madness
casting all way the pieces
parts of an existence full of casual talk
in classrooms of apathy n despair
watching burning bodies sitting
in boardrooms full of misery
looking into a city, feeling its toxicity
counting the bloody beads of a rosary
Uninteraptently,
In God's mines of:
Love,
Compassion, and
Virtue, he,
Diligently, worked all lifelong
Thus
Incalculable riches, his soul
Succeeded in amassing
That
Lasted for his entire journey on earth,
And that of heaven!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 November 2022
The numbers of hope
Show me the real reason I can cope!
Throwing me a rope
I grab it with both hands
Knowing without Him I will sink into the sand
I look to the twenty-six-word parade of hope
These are the numbers for winning any race
It is the alphabet of Grace, and Love is the major Element!
This is the One and Only I need to see
This is the One that can free me
Love was revealed
This was concealed before Time—
The Love of God the Father given from Above
His incalculable sacrifice stretched before us
As a symbol of Divine Love
God the Father Loves
God the Father Gave His Son
God the Father Saves
In Jesus’ algorithm
The flow of Love invades any darkness
The spark of this verse
Will break any curse
Whoever thirst will burst with the Joy of Hope
While receiving the power to cope in any situation
God the Father Gave His Son
This verse is an alphabet of Grace
Everything can be traced back to this sacrifice!
John 3:16 remain the Numbers of Hope
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Life is occasionally called a "Rat race" for a reason...
There are times we need to step back
from life's ubiquitous and toilsome menageries
reflecting on where we are in relation to
our hopes, dreams, goals, and plans.
In sum, we need to refocus
to understand.
And remember
who we are deep within our own skin,
hearts, minds and souls
or whatever it is we think of as being
a meaningful member of this universe
with an incalculable multitude
of thoughts and memories
to have and hold...
While having to decide which road to take
when there's a fork just up ahead
we ought to take a deep breath in
and feel the wind
as it begins to overtake
tension deep inside our minds, seeking
a new paradigm
and letting go of what we know
or what we think is true...
and closing our eyes to realize
the road that we’ve been looking for
is right in front
of me and you.
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