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I don't belong or get along, my ways are different from the rest
as hard as I try it just does not fly, I can never pass that standardized test
I cannot figure on whom to pull the trigger, I simply had enough
when my blood boils to toleration zero, I can't help but fly off the cuff
Imagine here you are, and put into a situation
being told there is no need for contemplation
so just another robot you are expected to be
would you not do whatever you must to set yourself free
Living this life for so very long, waiting for a miracle to feel you belong
where is the chance to redeem yourself, this internal pain seems to prolong
calling to those claiming to be your friends, please come now to my aid
my dilemma is certainly an emotional one, you have nothing to be afraid
What can I say, it's a broken heart I have today
who not in my position, would they be able to relate
so I am left with only this one thought in mind
with no alternative, predisposed to accept my fate
I am trapped in my own reality, with this being at the core
and only recently have I been able, beginning to explore
and, yet, my senses tell me, what my heart already knows
it's a punishment from above, because of what I did not long before
You see my friend, it is true that in the end
we will all be shown what our lives were all for
having been brought to this world, was not for naught
all of our deeds, to be weighed with a heavenly score
Our lives have been recorded on video, where all that has been done does reside
and after our lives have been completed, with all this will our judgement decide
to be applauded and forever lauded, by what we have done while we were here
or to be decided differently, and forever this shame will we be forced to wear
It is not too late, I reiterate, while the breath of life is still yours
freedom of choice gives you that voice, avoid what the Almighty abhors
only days and years to us remain, to the moral and upright you should cleave
because Satan awaits to take what's his, why for an eternity should you bereave
It seems that saucy little girls are rather smitten,
By the playful antics of a cuddly, furry kitten!
Whether she teases it with a tantalizing feather,
Or when they take their afternoon tea together!
The long-suffering kitty must find it hard to understand,
Why it must submit to her every mortifying demand,
'Specially when she places a silly bonnet upon its head!
(It would much prefer that she'd scratch its ears instead!)
She dresses it in a frilly frock and parades it in her pram,
Swaddled in fancy blankets. Oh, what a ridiculous sham!
Most humiliating of all is seeing the inscrutable smirks,
And hearing the catty jibes of alley cats - those ordinary jerks!
She insists that it take tea with a bib tucked 'neath its chin.
For table-mates a chatty doll and scowling bear to its chagrin!
It patiently waits for its bowl of milk to be properly served.
It abhors the many social graces that must be observed!
Though it suffers through the little girl's many dreadful schemes,
It loves to snuggle among her golden curls as she dreams.
It softly purrs in her ear as its little friend goes to sleep,
Making sure that she is safe - only then does it fall asleep!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I found sweet deeps to plunge you in
where oceans cease and vaults begin
the wakes there roil in brumes of mist
and cheeks of sky are blushing, kissed
the face oft’ graced with features, yours
thus featured with what each adores
soft bats each lash o’er polished stars
that melt midst moony eyes … like ours
for beauties borne as thine shine bright
ne’er chanced askance for fancied flight
and should some others draw those gifts
they’re tossed to where the flotsam drifts
lest drowning cold what absence pours
they’d take from light what light abhors
and float there buoyant twixt dark clouds
their vixened visage swirled with shrouds
still - most looking glasses feign that grace
should god-skilled sculptors give such face
for women’s charms are poised and crowned
to swoon their prince where hopes are bound …
with wonders soft …
and warm …
and round.
Wheels of confusion, amidst an abyss of mind
To declare a love for another, whilst another is left aside
But this other that's left aside, was never really aside at all
What does that say for the other, in his mind stands ten feet tall
Wheels of confusion, amidst an abyss of mind
Is this how relationships are, indeed a different kind
One near, one far, shows distance does have it's say
When the other who's not so close, his distance keeps him at bay
Wheels of confusion, amidst an abyss of mind
Me, I'm the other, always at distance, is where I'd find
It's the one in the middle that abhors, playing with the others lives
For her wheels of confusion shall ever spin, for games within her strive
Wheels of confusion, amidst an abyss of mind
Me, I'm the other, the above I leave behind
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The desire of every being created
Once the night is ripe and day gone
To refresh and to rejuvenate
The wearied soul each day spent
And the life energy restores
For those gifted to benefit
And many lessons it beholds
As we behold the daily journey
At night time when sleep begins
To unknown land in a dead body
Alone each must travel and expand
Alas, the tethered must stay awake
Showing the strategy for the mission
The only mission, which is in the life
As the crowd abhors heaven forever
The solo assail beyond their bounds
For the man that is learned in the act
He is free and travels safe and fast
Such man has conquered death
In immortality he can only dwel
Nature loves diversity
just as air abhors a vacuum.
Stability lives in staged apposition with diversity
as Yang predicts Yin,
as time moving stably forward
predicts time imagined more diversely
as the history of regeneratively slow-evolving Earth.
Stability, without conjoining diversity,
is a highly subjective attribution
when blanketed across a lifespan,
when covering a generation of interdependent lifespans,
even when defining a genetically stable species
across many re-stabilizing generations.
What is stable within a life
is what is reliably conserved,
like a heart beat,
and breathing,
digesting and eliminating,
consumer and producer functions,
economic and political forms of conserving balance,
cooperative survival of the best interdependence
more than competitive Win/Lose frictions,
or all thoughts and feelings of stability
disappear.
Conserving stability over a lifetime
is a highly subjective attribution,
perhaps too broad and sweeping,
too global and universal
too totalitarian
too elitist biased
to be more microscopically accurate
across any one lifespan.
For example,
the growth rate of an infant
could not be stably conserved
throughout an eight-decade human life span,
nor could the constant two-year old questions, Why?
conserve stability
in a four-decade middle-age climate
of chronic crisis
about half-empty ecopolitical ego-stability.
Adolescent adventures in gender-related competitions
over multigenerational cooperations
could not stably conserve
a marriage
or a nation
or a planet
across a regenerative trans-speciating lifespan
of co-domesticating creolization,
democratization of shared wisdom,
health,
wealth.
I wonder if conserving stability
of bilateral mind,
and centering on stability with diversity body
more likely matriarchal than patriarchal,
oriented toward health and safety
across eight positive WinWin regenerations,
at eight-decades of humane life,
facing immanent individual ego-death,
could already be conservatively stabilizing
in the bicameral mindbody
of an infant child,
or even a stuck in adolescent competitions
patriarchal-dominant
nation?
A handsome and well groomed man he is
Usually very neat with well combed hair
A middle aged man of relative height
Wearing a warm smile that demands a response
Of wearing a scent I know not.
He is one of the few good men remaining in the world
‘How do I know? And how sure are you that he is good?”, you ask,
When you spend time with him that’s when you will realize
What a treasure he is, what a gentleman he is.
Lucky is she that found and keeps this treasure near her bosom.
Principled is just an understatement and for lack of a better word I will use it
A man of good character, integrity and honesty
Quick to make amends and reconcile for a wrong turn made
Thoughtful and considerate of other people feelings
A listener who will listens to you whether you make sense or not
Many have tried to ensnare and catch him
But he is ever so careful and wary of such people
Dismissing such kind politely and as humanly as possible
Able to keep confidential information as it is supposed to be
Treating all persons with dignity.
He is an early riser and a diligent work
Working till late into the night
For his family to be comfortable
To give what he may or may not have received
To lead a better fulfilling life.
Integrity and faithfulness are his core values
This has kept him going almost quite literally
He knows the importance of these virtues firsthand
He do not entertain unfaithful people
Those without integrity he abhors.
“This is too good to be true”, you say
But am yet to get to know about his weaknesses
I can only say what I have seen and heard
I know no one is perfect and he is no exception
Am yet to find his imperfections though.
He may or may not have hidden his imperfections
Or maybe they are hard to come by
Could be there was no situation to bring them out
That I was able to witness
And that is one of the reasons why it is an ongoing observation on my part
To really understand and get to know the person
Form:
To drop my chalice filled with passion's pain
From crooked hands clenched in your darkest mind
Its wormwood drought, is less of bile that stains
Let spill and wash this earthen floor of time
Quickly flee from this dung lit realm of shades
And seek your silver empty cup to fill
In pouring fountains of the willing hearts
That always flow beyond the farthest hill
It's where I lost your love for evermore
Drift into dark before the setting sun
Fled my world like shadows the light abhors
Pierced my beating heart until night begun
A monument now crumbles in my heart
Left to lay as false love, a stone rampart
The Tangled Flower Garden
The garden, so meticulously planted,
Enriched with mulch, and carefully proportioned,
Pleases the eye with colour and assortment
But resorts to chaos when left unattended.
Nature abhors the hand’s uniformity,
Demanding a mess of the plurality.
Each species struggles for dominance to survive
(Between plant and weed or whatever else one finds)
For nutrients and sunlight to bloom and attract bees
For pollination and propagation of its kind.
The apple tree’s branches shade the jungle below
(Which is littered with various flowers and growths)
From the elements, essential for their survival
In the tangled flower garden environment.
I found sweet deeps to plunge you in
where oceans cease and vaults begin
the wakes there roil in brumes of mist
and cheeks of sky are blushing, kissed
the face oft’ graced with features, yours
thus featured with what each adores
soft bats each lash o’er polished stars
that melt midst moony eyes … like ours
for beauties borne as thine shine bright
ne’er chanced askance for fancied flight
and should some others draw those gifts
they’re tossed to where the flotsam drifts
lest drowning cold what absence pours
they’d take from light what light abhors
and float there buoyant twixt dark clouds
their vixened visage swirled with shrouds
still -
most looking glasses feign that grace
should god-skilled sculptors give such face
for women’s charms are poised and crowned
to swoon their prince where hopes are bound …
with wonders soft …
and warm …
and round.