It doesn’t depend on a choice but rather
You have it innately, or not
Though it can’t be derived from mother or father
Inevitably, with a lot
Of all other merits and habits they can
Subliminally pass to you
Either you belong, or you’re not one of them
Who live as if splat in two
The national mammals like to care about
The superior meanings of their tribe
But what goes around swiftly comes around
In reverse, from another side
When it comes to a whirlwind of echoes
The nationals can’t discern
Their own voice, and from what of ghettos
A heavier smoke returns.
The somber sky falls flustered,
wrecks the crown of bejeweled night.
The sickle moon slices its glow,
dissolving at the brink of blue.
In the depth of opaque onyx
ground hears the footfall of stillness.
Glacial sense of chilled passion congeals
the exposure of lonesome secrecy.
The broken wings painfully curled,
can’t fly in the lacerating chill of winter,
enfold the frosted psyche,
fervent warmth freezes unfelt.
Frail emotive candle flame flickers,
the wind of cold abandon blows it out.
Morose mist enwraps the winter nights
within desolate distress innately framed.
The sky of longing falls frozen
on the permafrost of arctic silence,
with the icy torrent of the forlorn heart,
buried deep in the gelid blue of seclusion.
Love can be quiet,
even in urgency.
I hankered for capers tonight,
and the juice that came
in its narrow, cylinder glass.
Can passion
be quiet too?
Or is it innately
impatient,
and loudly
disquieting?
Please rate and rank
my poem for slim
and thinking readers,
and let me laugh,
disquietly.
The big,
and less than reasonable world
is so much more
than you and me
there is no handling
of life
this is where
I was meant to be
not you, Serenity:
the name of one
of my ball pythons,
Victoria is
the smarter snake,
a boa constrictor,
who innately
understands patience
and the way
life
was meant to be
Such desire is ridiculed by many.' Mainly those who innately organize.. yet there is
In the deeper recesses of human coizence
A spark? A tickle of sorts..That allows the
Idea.? A wild card.? Maybe a wild card leader.? Would break the morbundity.? Breathe life into me.' So you ended up with
Trump..But he was made an asset years ago.. Look around.? See what don't go.?
You...Maybe you.? Are the wild card you need.?
I thought of the women
I have known...being me
I had wronged them all;
my nature, the first fall --
the apple merely a rue.
Even then, of evil, there
was nothing new. Evil
did, what evil do. Satan,
the Devil, I could have
said no. The Devil does
what the Devil do. Further
back something I innately
knew. Wrong needs only
the absence of right. Day
needs only the absence of
night. Man needs only to
manifest love – will negate
all of the contrasts above.
I am non-denominational..innately creational, hardly sensational..
Writing poems intrinsically
Inspired or whimsically?
With some votive
Intensity.'
The marooned mind molded in
webbed design,
laces the lattice of psychic pattern,
innately configured.
In its fold the rainbow secrets lie,
defiantly dormant,
a captive of my capricious creation,
inherently content,
morphing into a Narcissus nestled in
introvert isolation,
where in my realm I am me,
aberrant recluse.
What’s the reason to die, the wise know
In a thousand voices they confide to me
Their valued opinions, but I’m too slow
To capture the truth they can clearly see
One dies, two are born, and it doesn't matter
Who will they become, one may do
The same thing, another may do something better
Until the third comes to change the whole view
But these abstractions seem too grand for me
A new meaning cannot replace the old
I belong to my own, smaller reality
Where her paradise garden my love has grown
There I stay, listening closely to you
To the voice that I know so innately close
Realizing that death isn’t eternal, it too
Comes and goes, in the mess of its time resource
But aren’t we doing the same again?
Reiterating ourselves, we’re expelled
After the rest we are back somewhen
Hearing the voices we know so well.
It's a New Year again,
Time to turn another
page -- though I am
far from new~
closer to Old Sage.
Time to forgive...and let
go... -- as seasons flow
the cold of January
will leave our North~
Southern breeze will again
melt the snow, thawing
Nature's frostier thermostat --
(a subtle lesson in
there for all of us) --
Myself, never much for skiing --
having taste closer in line with toasty-sand
and dazzling-shore
however, no need to further bore anyone with
my own preference -- mindful that we all have
personal deference -- but more than enough
in fond common not to foolishly feel need to share any
affections not deemed innately neutral, amiably acceptable when
cordially meeting and passing -
My this year's resolution:
To make a little less fecal
pollution
to love a little more
a welcome mat not far from
the bell camera at the front
door --
I won't be naively foolish -- but maybe
a bit less frightfully ghoulish...
The flow of intrinsic instinct channelized
through the seamless emotive space,
between shining sensitivities of discernment,
drives the central cognitive impulses,
propels persistently the existential essence
across the verve-saturated emptiness,
surges with the waves of sensuous sequins
of enlivening ethereal attraction
through the vacuity of amorphous perception.
The eternal elements of time pulsates unsensed
in the ether of the inner secluded space,
defining a piece of infinity in continuum.
The fervent rhythm of enticement in harmony
with the covert cadence of blankness,
transitions explicitly into designed nothingness
from one invisible articulation to another,
modulated innately by the motivating stimulus
of the illumined stellar souls.
Intrinsic intuition tunneled through time,
drives incessant the central cognitive impulses,
surges with the sensuous waves
of enlivening enlightenment,
through the vacuity of amorphous perception.
The rhythm of time pulsates relentless
in the inner secluded space infinite,
the fervent frequency in harmony
with the intonation of the void,
the transition designed unequivocally
from one articulation to another,
modulated innately by the motivating stimulus
of the illumined soul.
Undiscerned life force abhors pervasive vacuum,
propels persistently the existential essence
through the sense-saturated emptiness
of enigmatic equanimity of abandonment
to the self-suffused sanctum of fulfilling bliss.
Intrinsic intuition
tunneled through time,
drives incessant
central cognitive impulses,
surges sensuous waves
of enlightenment
enlivening,
through vacuity
of perception
amorphous.
Rhythm of time
resonates relentless
in inner space
infinite,
frequency in harmony
with the intonation
of eternity,
transition designed
unequivocally
from one articulation
to another,
modulated innately
by motivating stimulus
of the illumined soul.
Undiscerned life force
abhors vacuum
pervasive,
propels persistently
existential essence
through sense-saturated
emptiness of equanimity
enigmatic,
to the cosmic cauldron
divine.
I seek peace within the silence & find joy
inside the noise
Both are deafening in a way but the vision is
sharpened as they're on par
Some scars will drift toward the surface once
true immersion has been employed
The distance between opposing poles is close
but oh so far
The inner world is liquid in a sense with various
waves of liquid thoughts
Your malleable dreams solidify based on strength &
the intent
Some nightmares can slip between the cracks
& manifest if not caught
The law cares not which side you sit but there's
no riding on the fence
I'm convinced we're thoughts in God's mind
with the world being his brain
He manifests in different ways as various versions
of himself
We were made in his holy image & we create more
of the same
Everything is a thought coming from you or someone
else's inner self
Peace comes when you accept aspects of the self
that innately have been ingrained
Go with the flow & ride the wave until you've reached
a higher you
Don't swim against the current & waste your time
for opposing self is against the grain
Seek peace in the noise that silence brings & by
listening you'll hear the truth
Zigzag criss-cross sculptured archipelago love exchange
Mountainous scapes interrupt the coastal contemplation.
Sands, like peerless pure pearls, split and spread into a dune range.
Glee and glow with gorgeous islands in scenic temptation.
Our faith is strong like igneous, and metamorphic rocks
Like our rare gems, our spiritual jewels radiate
We grow in communion with animals, fish, birds, and flocks
With rice, rhy, wheat cool weathers, our will and wish are temperate
With multiple languages, Alleluiah too is our tongue
With Baro't saya (shirt and skirt), we have our baptismal wear
Cariñosa, Tinikling, and Singkil of old and young
Unite places and people into Almighty God's heir
Amidst the posh panoramic play of cosmic wholeness
Philippines bears innately brim-filling divine fullness.
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