Sarcasm is meant to sting
it’s no way to have a discussion
~ speaking from the heart’s best
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
enhancing intention may cause awareness of a new dimension
My thoughts walk barefoot on gravel roads—aching, slow, and scattershot.
My mind drifts like dusk in worn linen—frayed, faded, and folding in on itself.
My mind, grown tired of its tidy metaphors, slumps like a clerk at closing hour—unnoticed, necessary, numb.
My brain, vast as prairie land at sunset, lies fallow—dreaming the hush between thunderclaps.
My brain has taken the quiet path through woods not quite snowy nor lovely—just worn, and wondering where it last turned.
My brain, a lantern gutted of oil, flickers faintly beneath the architecture of centuries—it remembers too much.
My brain, a parched cathedral steeped in sermons long forgotten, weighs the dust in its own procession.
My brain, a faded lyre, trembles with thoughts too tender to hold—each one a ghost of once-bright song.
My brain, like Arthur's helm at gloaming, rests—dented by thought, dulled by long crusade.
My brain, a theater haunted by a thousand borrowed tongues, performs rituals where intention once stood.
Its voice speaks as though the soul were sharp as steel—blunt not by age, but by silence.
Copyright © 2018 by Mickey Grubb
It was never my intention,
not a conscious decision,
to cause you any level of grief.
Our give and take wasn’t as envisioned.
Blindly, I let you fall between my gaps.
It’s not right or wrong, but fact that
I got lost in a thronged rhythm
recovering from things life had given.
You have always shone a warm light
selflessly bright into my life.
Stern storms drowned my content,
turned me until forlorn bent.
I pursued a healing renewal but
my drenched attempts were futile -
I didn’t mean to hurl you into my duel.
Please accept my sincere apology
for giving less than you handed me.
I’d never set out to hurt another
but denying friendship gratitude
colors me pallid shades of rude.
Intentions
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## My Court, Everyone's Refuge
Choose any path of **prayer, supplication, wishes, or calls**, all reach beneath me.
You **don't pay attention to time**,
Here, **my gatherings also take place**.
Just **don't bring any gifts for me**,
**Don't be sad about what gift**,
If **your intentions are true**, then
**I am also the true giver of blessings**.
With love all
**OM Jagdish Bajantri "Mhabharamnad"**
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Coming back to recapture and constitute whys,
To understand our train of thought, the path we seek with our eyes,
The external influence that suggests and surrounds,
Take it all away and what have you found,
Lay your heart bare and what do you see,
Under all the layers of your reasoning,
What you grip onto so tightly in order to let go,
Take it all away for a moment and reevaluate your soul,
What pain pushed you and prodded you to run into your ways,
What traumas made you run away from your pain,
Take away your fix it mentality because control is not in your hands,
Lay it down at the alter and give it away again,
Give and love freely without control and confined,
Stop trying to conform yourself to free your own eyes,
Love the freedom to love...love the freedom to give,
Stop putting rules on your freedom to live,
If love breaks you open
And you have a chance to look inside
You might be surprised at what you find
If love smashes your expectation
And you have a chance to make your defense
You might be greeted with a surprising strength
If love disturbs your every intention
And you have a chance to meet your fear
You might be astonished at the things that become clear
If love crashes into your wall of security
And you have a chance to construct better walls
You might be captured by a decision not to rebuild at all
If love explodes into a million pieces
And you have a chance to walk away
You might be dazed by the unreachable splinter lodged in your heart to stay
Sitting in a body with intention,
Lifting my heart to listen.
Focusing my attention,
Searching for the lesson,
Through astral projection.
Thoughts travel best when,
Sitting silent with intention,
Allowing the mind to open.
Know you've been chosen,
Your name being spoken,
Across the ocean.
The Book Of Life open,
The plan set in motion,
Through actions and devotion.
A magic potion I'm holding,
Creation I'm molding,
Reality unfolding.
Information downloading,
Flowing with precision,
The right to decision.
Choose to accept your mission,
Step into your vision,
Listen to your intuition.
Evolution through intention,
Open hearts feel the lesson,
Opening to a new direction.
Nature give waterfalls
for human purposes.
People vote leaders
for government populace.
I chose you as my wife
for marriage sacredness.
A focused wave of Cosmic Intention,
An explosive expansion of Love Divine,
Sought me out among the atoms of creation,
A spark of God, seeking Itself through the Matrix,
Until I appeared upon the stage.
It’s absurd that I should be in this dimension.
How am I created in this place,
Inserted in earthly trepidations,
Until I return to Divine Love and Grace?
In the stillness of one trembling moment
I am aware I AM connected to all,
All time, all beings, all dimensions.
As I AM here, I am everywhere.
I can’t escape the edict of God’s Divine Law.
The Creator, being Perfect, can only give of Itself,
Nourishing and fueling each flame It sits in motion,
Asking only that we dance in unison
With Divine Love, Grace and Devotion.
,,karma", most people would say.
Yeah, I wished he would distance from me and when he did it made me feel that bad air is everywhere.
The karma wasn't when he distanced,
my intention to show him I don't like him anymore and try to heal made a process,
it did hit me like a car.
But I feel being in a coma.
It hopes it stays like that.
Even though with hurt in sleep,
I still can sense a kind of relieve and say.
,,I now can live and manage things with out looking forward of what he might think of my actions.
But what I think.
And god."
Poople really shouldn't have done groupchats
The people in it
They confuse me
I am not sure
If they have been rude
Or, how they say
,,it's a joke"
So I better say something
To not make a person alone
But when I protect them
I forget to defend the other
Because I am not sure
How they perceive
I am not sure
What who thinks like that
I am not sure
If they like or dislike
I hate people
What kind of secret they are
Because now I stepped forward
Right in the needles
Because I thought
They needed
Someone who tried to figure
What right or wrong
To try to ignore
People coming by
But them taking a benefit from it
Makes me
A little
Weird
Puppets watching day and night with hidden murderous intention;
To cast the ray of light that stops his heartbeat.
If his breathing halts suddenly in his sleep,
then the wind knows who the culprits are.
And if by his former belief, they'll take his breath,
Then, no one in this land will be safe.
New Year resolution ~ tomorrow's revolution
INTENTION
transcendent
dynamic
turbulent
consolation
overlooking
tonal
varitions&
possibilities
a
disjunctive
predictions
in a
discrete
prescence
to
diminish
&
completely
eliminate
the
infinite
though
charming
&
original
stay
unappreciated
surreal
feelings
exposed
in
wing words
of
replicated
writing
reinvented
&
configured
then
liberated
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