The red on your lips
gives me chills.
The red in my eyes
taunts you, it haunts,
the feeling it kills.
Yet, this void nothing fills.
I was in the air, thinking
I had left all the pain behind,
thinking
I had all the happiness
I could get in the world.
I spent my life
calling someone else’s name
when I was in trouble,
all my life
screaming someone else’s name,
believing that if I did bad,
he would talk to me.
I spent all of my life thinking
that I had done several things right
because I had always stepped inside the line,
never—never—
caught out of the line.
A set of rules
I was given to follow,
and indeed, I did.
At the time, a rule-set book.
I swam.
I swam deeper into my mind,
understanding what it could really achieve,
and I did.
Every time I got to learn a new thing,
and a way to criticize others
who were not following my words
and those rules,
I swam deeper.
Soon that pond became a lake,
and that lake became a sea,
and that sea became an ocean—
the largest ocean.
I kept swimming deeper and deeper.
Every time, I obeyed it.
But when I got the chance to fly,
I forgot.
I never trained for this.
I only know
how to swim
inside my mind.
Oh no, I’ve fallen in love again
Why does this always happen to me?
Love is no bigger than a small apple
It reflects in the eye but beats in the chest.
What am I falling out of love with?
I can’t carry every apple I see.
Mind labels in symbols, objects perceived,
with each from the other, different deemed.
Bemused by illusions, we are deceived,
by myriad impressions to us beamed,
hypnotised by the forms, which we have dreamed.
Freezing flow of time, piercing pores of space,
at a stillness point, we see our true face.
Ancient maps,
streaked with stars,
charted paths unknown.
But oceans are vast,
a whispered warning:
the world too wide.
Stars explode,
a symphony of light,
a universe in flux.
But what is hidden
behind that cosmic cloud?
Our minds yearned,
but our vision blurred.
Humanity delves,
with sharpened minds,
seeking to unlock
nature's hidden code.
Yet the universe
whispers in quanta:
a mystery endures.
Concrete canyons
climb for the heavens,
our aspirations are vast.
Yet, the earth gasps,
her lungs constricted,
our impact lingers.
Our minds reach,
but grasp at phantoms,
caught in the cycle.
To create and destroy,
then recreate,
the endless dance.
To see ourselves
in the starry void,
is to recognize,
both vast potential,
and finite flaws.
For even stars
have a final burn.
We are creatures
of yearning and longing,
ever searching,
forever bound,
to the dance of the universe.
Sailboats horses and carts and canal transport
Whale oil lighting and candles, salt to preserve
Meat, limited sanitation and available running
Water, all are part of a formerly more static society '
Which kept people in their national boundries.'
The emphasis seems to be on returning the
World to a typology of the above.? This being
Part of ( green agendas ) wordwide.?
Why then? Facilitate mass movements of
Humanity across borders.? If its more
Desirable for a worldwude static existence?
That will be inherent in any return to above
Practices.'
Is it just ideas.? That some people have cooked
Up after obtaining a doctorate, or other credentials
To get a million plus payment from a slush fund.?
With no real plan on how to live this out.?
I am myself quite prepared to live with limited
Technology..Yet it involves more effort, which
Would keep humans fitter.' A balance can be struck
But I dont see any cohesive drive.? I see ( a i ) and
A move to even more tech, and so called outsourcing
More desire for matterial things more waste much less
Recycling than from the 1920s to the 1980s am I
Alone in these observations? I welcome any comments.'
Speak, speak yes nobody
will listen to a sound
of yours and too your foot steps
if it means to be here
or there
because there is
something fake concerning
a card that is blinking how
and still oh!
for there is a blinking
red light on, indicating
that there is a colouration
in electricity
could it be that is a way
noned, since
time immemorial
oh! you may dust
but not this daughter
for a straight
line
boldly uncorruptible
and serve in truth and love.
The divine revelation
Stored in memory
Manifesting anticipation
Makes our next meditation ordinary
Zeal for self actualisation
Motive being power
Narrow ego precipitation
Makes us fall lower
Exiting stagnation & anticipation
Childlike non doer doing
Optimises consciousnesses ascension
With awareness nonchalantly looking
LIMITATION
In the search for infinity, I find all of limitation
While finding the limitation, I realize all of evidence
Are you saying that you are the manipulation
Let's concentrate on looking for our lost confidence
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando November 22, 2016
This world they said
Either I have to explore or ignore
I did both!
Limitation, a death within death
I abhor
I wanted to love you,
Really it’s true,
But you didn’t love,
The you that was you,
All the money and candy,
And flowers I sent,
didn’t make a big difference,
Not money well spent.
You needed more,
than a confection or two,
or a flower that said more,
than, “how do you do?”
I hope you look through,
That looking glass,
And you can love yourself at last.
As for me, it’s time,
For my sacred space,
I’ll pray for you dear,
And hope you find grace.
It’s true, so true, clearly it’s true,
You are the creator, the preserver,
And the destroyer of the love,
In you.
Needs have a limit.
Wants have none.
Written by: Elliott Bowe
My life contains painful memories,
failures, sickness, deaths, and fears.
understand, life comes from God's hand -
bad things work to my good through the years.
I've also had great recollections,
happy childhood, marriage, work.
Life comes from God's hand, I understand
my good health and the land of my birth.
Being designed to do special tasks -
my talents to help, to teach.
I understand, life comes from God's hand;
and there are goals that I may not reach.
Amid the war and peace, self-control
enables me to rejoice.
Life comes from God's hand, I understand
distrust and doubt with faith and free choice.
I celebrate what's put on my plate
knowing forgiveness and grace.
I understand life comes from God’s hand
The mercy of God’s love I embrace.
My assets and liabilities
The bound’ry lines have been scored.
Life comes from God’s hand, I understand
the legacy's received from my Lord.
November 17, 2010
contest: Poetry as Legacy contest
hostess: Line Gauthier
pushing my limitation I'm just an imitation
of an imaginary wold set in the hands of a
hateful child with a knife . if it were seen
through a magnifying glass I'm sure you
would see the difference but you dug your
eye's out looking for the zipper that held
you mouth shut . living with the lie that
we will never die , hate comes in many
forms and your the first .
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