Believing in you is
Being just you, the simplicity of you
Embracing each twist and turn
Stepping outside the confines of your mind
Revealing truths and bringing clarity in chaos
Engaging in the art of the here and now
Changing dark unnecessary innateness
Diving into each brushstroke, swaths of colorways
Letting the moment paint a masterpiece uniquely yours
Freeing up the shackles of the mind
Feeling compassion of heart and soul
Taking a voyage to the center of universal reality~
Shedding many prejudices indelibly embedded in thought
Unmasking anxieties that do not change the world,
serving only to distract causing mental coil
Trusting your instincts is your compass
Off putting, although valuable truth may be
a diamond amidst pebbles
Experiencing every morsel of life’s banquette
I’d prefer to live in a bygone era of
unsophisticated innocence
I’d prefer to live in a bygone era
where there was no ideology of ideal idleness
I’d prefer to live in a bygone era
where there was no sense of conscience,
no ken of moral nous and no subtlety of civilization
I’d prefer to live in a bygone era
where there was just absolute tenet
of tenacity as probity
in every inch of milieu’s existentiality
as of Mother Nature’s intrinsic innateness.
That cologne was the aroma of her love, I was sure,
Spirit within her crystal-like innocence finely pure;
Innateness born in her at very time of conception,
Divine decorum that pervaded her each perception...!
Herbal, spicy, floral perfume of her perfect psyche,
Within flutter fancies flawlessly like flowery niche;
Cherubim and Seraphim flying midst clouds of heaven,
Fairy of finest form, fascinated in clouds seven...!
And her fleshy fussy feminist fiber and flavor,
That, like satiating honey, ceaselessly I savor;
Beauty within and without; and her virtuous morals,
Amalgamation of wisdom and wit and love-laurels...!
Nail and flesh like combination of care and compassion,
Toward love-filled-reciprocity her endless passion;
These precious pearls have become parts of my lasting treasures,
Fragrance of this frankincense maddens me beyond measures...!
13 July 2022
Rhyme Rumi Quote Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Within the child was the man,
When he spoke as a dying boy,
To his sister about her future,
With his knowledge of love and joy.
He asserted the plateau,
Reckoned with dejection's scourge,
Willed me on to overthrow,
Traditions listless dirge.
He believed in, as did I,
The privacy of his four bedroom walls,
The innateness of two people,
Bound by inauguration stalls.
In my heart in later years,
Was James saying rip and burn,
Which gave me a quiet confidence,
To vocalise and not turn.
10th of October 2015
An imaginative world is what your storytelling formed.
I was just three years old when you begin my learning.
Innateness developed and a destiny manifested;
although mom, you stated you were not highly intelligent.
Oh, your whims and your ahs excited a child.
Carrie you put the sparkles in her eyes.
Growing older, we moved from Briesch Street.
You and your six siblings established in New Edition.
You would ask me for my guidance.
You informed me of the world outside.
Ah, you were the best and your children were possessive.
Carrie your caprices and your outcomes guided, thus far, successively.
As a single mother, you were more than that.
You were father, brother, and sister to all of us.
Your oldest son and daughter demised prior to you.
You have went home also.
See, you are eternity and rapture to come.
Ms. Carrie Mae Sexton, may your will be done.
“Be assured that just as an hour is only part of a day so life on Earth is only part of eternity.” C.L. Allen
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hey greatness, here's the latest innateness
impatience is moving slow. everybody knows. answers become innevitable.
true answers were hesitant to show. no one wants you or me to know. so they
talk about the unborn words. ask you to repeat what you heard and always say
your wrong. it always takes too long. she doesn't want to be discovered. she wont
want her happiness recovered. she only wants to be. and the only one who
see's. but it's known. reliance has gone away. defiance is here today. and those
who want to be misunderstood will be. my eyelids are heavy, my pulse is
unsteady, i'm beginning to feel a bit tired. snoozy, i'm dizzying to the ground.
some type of comfort i found. i'm just lying beside my paper and pen. writing
about now and then. reviving myself again. oh and it's january 1st, 3:33 pm.