Through oblivious naivety
with the dexterity of malachite
A siderite gesture
The serenity of silence
in the face of jeopardy
A reflection of the ambiguous as in a mirror
Sage flinched and shot daggers
of moss and slate, edged with precision, pinned
Disconnected from wings and steely intent
Like the sad pillow, the canvas is too elfin.
It lacks the size to conjure the image of the sea.
Charming Chartreuse Promenade
synchronized with a sparse brook
with the tides as they rise and fall
Time is insightfully tamed
with emerald distractions.
Written: February 14, 2023
In the midst of life's troubles
one feels lost among the fog
so many routes filter through
making conclusions like a daily log
One wants always to understand
thinking it's our right to know
but we can live without this fact
for the seed of knowledge just won't sow
To understand we don't need
press the button that says delete
ponder anew on one's self
peace will come head to feet
Remember this wise quote
written insightfully by Tanya Brown
indeed 'some things just are'
take it to heart so don't get down
Rub out the need to understand
be as yourself to find real peace
taking that step to letting go
you know it'll bring real ease
“Delete the need to understand.
We don’t need to understand
everything. Some things just are.”
(Finding Peace Amid the Chaos,
Tanya Brown)
Live the song:
Sadness, yet you chant in solitude
Of the vanishing happiness.
Not always remember that it has
Given you moments of blitheness.
On the day of happiness, when
First ray of the sun suddenly gives
Life the brightest side
Insightfully you sing the coming
Fantasy of joyfulness
Even without remembering your solitude.
I am stuck in a cliche
the narrative recurs
I need to leap out
As I am in loops...
The sentences just re-happen
the words repeat
Oh I have to portray these beautiful phenomenas I encounter continually,
in the deepness of self, so insightfully...
but where
where do I find the words.. so clear sightedly
where else than from my inner singing birds
Oh my recollection, my seeking descriptive want
When on demand... it suffers and retreats
I stop, and I insist
please I must find what I need!
No,
No, I am looping
the narrative can reoccur...
but its different... look, there actually is something to allure!
oh my word
here they are!
the words
they've come back!
I wish that words, I won't ever lack.
Tender words on gentle tides
Where water meets the land
So on the moist breeze rides
To cuddle within warm sand
As sweet thoughts begin fading
Dispelled with the morning dew
Hushed sighs are collaborating
Quickened breath will then ensue
Tickle my mind with silly notions
Gentle waves whispered wishes
Dipped quills in golden emotions
Dreaming nighttime full eclipses
Magical words sweet inspiration
Blushing morns, nighttime moons
Encouraging natures invitation
An insightfully creative cocoon
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WEATHERED FACES
Stone face tower
Scarred mapped neck
Mammoth shoulders of steel
Orange jumpsuit in check
Weathered face of storms
Leather brows define
Burning eyes intently staring
Pupils gorging mine
Distrustfully melts himself
Onto a metal chair
Iron door crashing closed
Vibrates my bones to beware
Now its just the tower and I
Boxed in a windowless cell
Married for an hour
As I try to soothe his hell
Knowing that he’s murdered
Many different times
Sends the hair on my neck
I fly with verbal chimes
No excuses he proclaims
I've done all they say
Puffing his chest out
I can't forget whom I turned grey
Congratulations I do say
You're doing insightfully well
You've integrated your behavior
And aligned it right with hell
Christina Marie
Has left in a hurry
Running for the light
Into the light so bright
Silently I weep
Till I fall asleep
Indeed I cry
Needlessly to die
After all to say "Why?"
My life may start
Altering my heart
Running
Insightfully weeping
Endless sleeping
Terrible pain
Hearts are slain
Over and over
Running for that clover
Never living alive
Take the dive
Over the wall
Never to get the call
round and round the wind blows.
round and round the wind goes in
spiraling gay dances across my way
as I sing a song of wonderjoy stories
divine lines to intertwine our minds
insightfully love blind for each other
minds ripe united with heightened
vision.
Organic mind with raw ideas
sifted, cured and polished
Orange light from impending storms
leaving believers astonished
Grinding action tripped and toned
stated perfunctory reading
Supplies drifting southward inhabit high waters
toward those bent on useless receiving
Insightfully different, the sky and the mental
while perpetually one and the same
If poured out too quickly a deluge ensues
'till the lone thought is all that remains
Harness the lightning, the neuron synapses
drink up delirium light
For when the storm breaks, be it mental or sky
the urge is to take wings, to fly
Stunning white mind with impregnated thoughts
Sky sighs a sigh of release
For when held at bay, both have something to say
and they'll speak for they can't hold their peace...