To live and forgive' to turn from hate..That insitant suggestion.' Raking your memory, insinuating that
All is fate..And every avenue, or road or track you might
Well travel.? Is full of twisted events in wait.' To steep
You still deeper in sorrow.' A heart of stone a dismissive
Mind seems the way to choose.? To throw away any hope
Of joy.' That way what can you loose? And in the deepest
Sense. Much of the above is true.' In this human world
We know..? Thats why we need to exit from such stony
Streets of woe.' Listen wisdom is calling.' As day and night
Fleet on.' Get you to the cross-roads; thats where she is
Standing strong.' Right where the skull is leering.' And darkness seems to win.' Fall now at the feet of Jesus.'
And be done with that burden of sin.'
Casual words sent as friends
Justify little lies in the end
Harbingers of naughty bits
Assuring you of awful fits
Future past sought to harm
Derail the standing up of charm
Helping souls redeem their right
Subjecting truth with pernicious slight
Listen for the sound that clicks
Insinuating I’m up to tricks
Such a stealthy bullying pulpit
Devious preach announce the culprit
You need sans shame to be aware
And never claim acceptance of my dare
Sayonara wonderland
Forever now I’ll pull my hand.
To be frank what is there sweet
for man in insinuating evil wars?.
Is not that the world ever
can mould or this somehow now
that is moulding today?, not even for it
to step aside or in the long run
remember and fancy anything
maybe otherwise again?.
Do we know whether sometimes
weapons are beautiful and in case
can rock the heart and yonder
arm the mind to grow firmer
to grow stronger and the world
let say here or there?.
Beneath the arched vault of infinity, immerse yourself in the mystified blue,
Where loneliness utters incantations in silent reverberations
With a tempered voice,
In melodies of screaming blue, divine sarabandes,
Deep tones from a subtle bass, dotted with electrum sparks.
Listen in the azure penumbra to the bright furies of stillness,
The piercing, insinuating hiss of a voice in indigo and soiree,
Painting a picture in clandestine duet,
With feathers of vibrant azure and the nocturnal trees of the sky.
Blue invokes a sacred lexicon, the cryptic nimbus of aquamarine,
A work in melodic tones, an archaic poetry, balm for the soul,
Deciphering the serene hieroglyphs of the firmament,
Minor verses that nestle in the endless azure plain,
In a prose text adorned with noble crocus flowers.
Blue upon blue in unhurried hymns,
Voices whispering gracefully green the evening’s blue adornments
Of the lullaby fluttered in celestial waves,
In the cobalt ocean of encompassing midnight hope,
Speaking with wisdom, in the mysterious language of blue.
Dramatis Personae
Adam: A Man – First to come, Last to know
Eve: A Woman – Innocent Temptation, Supple Adamant, Persistent Inconsistency
The Serpent: Being in and of the Human Condition, The Serpent appears, as is his wont, at our want and always in appropriate guise
Act 0, Scene –III : The Mind of Everyman
There lurks within the recesses of the human psyche the price we pay for the Gift of Awareness – Doubt. Before Doubt lies – The Serpent (an artifact of awareness) – shifting, undulating, appealing and repulsive, guarding Doubt, concealing, yet by its very presence … confirming Doubt’s existence.
THE SERPENT
Fundamental - Primal - Want
Slipping, Sliding, Slow, Savant
Turning back upon Himself
Insinuating with His stealth
His vulgar touch
His sensuous feel
His warm embrace
His dark appeal
The innate joy with which He takes
The innocence of one mistake
And when He’s done
You’re all alone
The warmth is gone
You’re on your own
You look around … but then you find
The Serpent’s there
Inside your mind
They had eight retirees
We were all excited
They put all of our names on the cake
Mine was the smallest
I figured they forgot me and had to squeeze me in
That’s okay
The boss gave a little speech about each of us
They were pretty much the same speeches
Then he made a big deal of handing us an envelope
He asked us to wait until we got home to open them
Insinuating there was appreciation money inside
I have always wondered whether the others
Were as excited about their five dollars as I was
You were mean to me in public,
And you thought you had gotten by with it.
Because I did not scream or rant.
On social media I did not throw a fit.
In other ways, I got you back
For calling me mean words, for insinuating I’m a hack.
But you have not figured it out yet.
I gloat in secret, running to my safety net.
You may figure it out today, or maybe not at all
But I have the satisfaction of standing right and tall
Because you were the meanie who made the bad moves
And I am the hippie child with the cool vibe grooves.
I have my admirers, my followers and such
How much time do I waste on you? Not very much.
Presume you must be taken
with wives and more than one,
For seen the cheeky flirting
how you love to just have fun.
You approach me with much confidence
with words you bring a tear,
Then when I search to find you
you tend to disappear.
Is this a game you play with all?
Skilled at hide and seek?
To chase me strong and all along
then roundabout; oblique.
Guess I play it too
when insinuating others,
A silly game with aimless aim...
What fools we are at lovers.
Some will doubt you, some will cheer you,
Smile to all but trust very few.
For each and every encounter,
Keep your head on but allow your heart to grow fonder.
Not insinuating it’s all dark shades of black,
I at times wish there are moments I could take back.
Offering baskets and baskets endlessly,
Little did I know they were all but lessons to learn from tremendously!
Looking forward to every morn,
I refuse to let the scars from yesterday pour.
There will be days you’ll feel blue,
But understand my child that yesterday is through.
Observe and listen,
Oh this life is not a prison.
Think twice before you draw the blinds,
For there is much you must leave behind.
Give it your all every day,
Fearlessly, courageously, fighting your prey.
Always remembering that life is full of inevitable scars,
Heal these scars and let them take you very far!
How Much Longer Will We
Sacrifice JUSTICE for MERCY
With the likes of
Our Dee Pee Bee's (Domestic Purposes Benefits)
Before we realize it
Undermines OUR morality
Insidiously insinuating itself in
To legislation landscaped unevenly
As if handouts are 'free'.
"Who DECIDES WHO IS NEEDY?"
Should be the question asked.
Why do we ignore
Embedded in the core
The rot mercy masked?
Potatoes
drink beer after beer
slouch on couches
formulating bad breath opinions
second guessing
deriding
insinuating
opinionating
whining
baby crying
except for Trump
and variable other
con artists
most
bankrupt
or poor
yet
they know what's best
do this
and don't do that
you are a fool
can you not spell they say
dyslexic millionaires
don't really care
sending poetry into space
Wilderness and wickedness our lives stalk
When one circumstance slips from our wheels
Other unexpected glitches talk
Defeat, nagging at our heels
In an imminent sense of fear
When blues in marriage
Spectres of a tear
Dysfunction assails the carriage
Our life runs without flaw
Diffidence from nowhere sprinkles blues
Prompting our soul to draw
From unseen queues
Conclusions
Imminent defeat
Fed in wads of delusions
Nibble at the feet
That stand on solid ground
To shake and quake
As doubt spins round and round
Insinuating a fake lake
In which swims disaster
Our future to swallow
As debacle prospects faster and faster
Administer a deadly blow
That giggles
Blasting to smithereens our faith
In digit singles
And defeat’s breath
On our neck
On our nape
A few seconds a speck with little respect
Snatched from the very core of our cape
Until we draw water from the wilderness
To whip our way clear
To land us into waters of calmness and happiness
And nip in the bud from our face traces and vases of a tear.
And no I’m not crazy
Maybe a little tipsy but nothing close to sober
It still doesn’t mean I’m crazy for wanting the best range rover
You might be laughing like I cracked a bad joke
Or insinuating that I had a bit of that cheap coke
But trust me, I’m not crazy.
Hearing my dreams and aspirations, it might sound like I’m on a wild goose chase
Because you underestimate my speed but trust me I’m up for the race
Although she says ‘NO’ now because I don’t meet her expectations,
In a few years time, the boy she dumped would be the center of admiration.
I guess it’s time t wake up now, oh ****, it was just a dream
But I’ll still get out of my room with that beam
Like the lead actor in a James bond film.
We live amongst electricity.
Everything is just a series of vibrations penetrating through our own awareness.
Yet,
We miss the shocks that awaken us.
Aimlessly searching and waiting for something to hit us with ultimate realization.
We are blind to the obvious.
Shock waves seem too miniscule to dictate the life course travelers remain on.
We never stop to observe.
Panting from the strenuous long distance race still insinuating since birth.
We live amongst electricity
Yet,
Failure to feel guides the blind into greater darkness in accordance to individual importance.
A beautiful ride off into the sunset, and your horse
passes through a blooming cherry orchard bordered by cedars;
your leather saddle was rubbed with high-quality tobacco yesterday.
It's a big herbal cherry sun that is setting, and you can taste it,
with a sprinkling of spices, and the satiny union of the tannins are upon you,
so subtle that you wish for more at first; you must be patient as the velvet embrace deepens, insinuating itself deep within you in a silky smooth process, until a final slow-motion fillip of astringency touches the front of your mouth.
The cork was wet and crumbly almost to the top.
Definitely time to drink this wine; wish I had more.
A great wine to drink in solitary contemplation, or quietly, with friends.
*Robert Mondavi - Rest In Peace, man, you died in 2008 at age 94, and you always believed in making great wine.
Tasting Note written in April, 2015.
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