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.
He felt the void from early on,
and knew innately the loss
of something beyond touch.
A life of bad choices,
and failed relationships,
still left him searching.
He witnessed it in others,
friends and family,
the relationship, bond and love.
In the Fall of his life,
he identified the piece missing
and hoped it was not too late.
Written: November 04, 2023, For Shadow Hamilton Contest.
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Isolated from people, wild and untamed,
A joyful setting for nature's music, famed.
Let the feral birds fly, their plumes aglow,
Bops are bewitching, as a blissful bow.
Wild birds live gracefully in woodland,
They innately dance over the vast expand.
As they gently fly in the light, the wings shine,
Akin to echoes in the wind, tunes are divine.
These feral birds watch over this wild land,
Their existence reflects nature's vast strands.
They avow unclear tales with them as they fly,
Ancient stories and arcane enigmas in the sky.
Wings imply freedom, flight, and wild might,
This pulse is an honor to the wild, a comely sight.
Birds flutter freely in the forest, a view rare,
Magical songs invite us to join them if we dare.
May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
Today I’m once again thankful for dogs
who in the ways of love and loyalty
are innately versed…
Who provide us
with many of the happiest days of our lives
as well as one of the worst.
I stand before the ocean
a lone beacon
enduring the crash
of relentless waves
absorbing their hidden secrets
Weighted whispered woes
and carried calls for compassion
wear on fragile shoulders
gritting truth behind a smile
where withering resilience hides
Navigating the intentions
of those with insatiable thirst
narcissists crave to drain
the vulnerable empath
standing alone in constant company
Lightly treading depths
lost in a running river
I can walk away
but stay submerged
as boundaries dissolve
An empath has no option
dwelling in cores beneath spongy skin
innately woven in veins
flowing with the essence of others
outweighing mere empathy
Yet, beyond colliding tides
a distant, soothing glow
from a familiar lighthouse
emits an ease of missing peace
A suffering human
aches to be known
by those who know
If I could decorate,
Your soul,
Like a Matisse painting,
To caress it,
With bliss,
Love,
And vibrancies,
Through the weary days,
Kiss your love,
With bright, lovely flowers,
You would feel beautiful,
As innately as you are,
Innately as a lilly,
Combing your silhouette,
And hair,
With the sweet vibrancies,
Of moonlight
Reynaldo Casison
When I take the time to contemplate
this awareness that is me
I marvel at the mystery
that makes this statement true
“I am simultaneously
both me
and the one that is contemplating me”
that which is doing the contemplating
is the very thing being contemplated
how objective can it then be
to consider an opinion
if that opinion
is about the one
whose opinion it is
I wonder if that
is the reason why
we shake our heads in wonder
and deem ourselves to be
innately
certifiably
just a teeny bit
around the bend.
Do you have any idea just how beautiful you are?
How beautiful are you to me?
No words in any language
Could aptly describe what it is I see
However I will try for clarity's sake
So that you may obtain a clue
Ok here goes, but I'm still not sure
The attempt I'll be making is true
Start with thoughts of lilacs
Beautiful to behold
Colors that are quiet
Quiet, yet innately bold
Now simply think of roses
Is it possible to view
The petals on their flowers
Without seeing beauty that's true?
Next time you spot a bluebird
See how graceful she gets about
Her gracefulness is effortless
That's her beauty standing out
For the sake of time I'll stop right here
But the idea I think you get
You're beautiful sweet Bluebird
Though full description's still not met
I've tried through lines of poetry
To bring others your essence to sight
I dream of my beautiful Bluebird
Almost every single night
ILUUNO
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