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Hey what did I miss?
Do I owe you something,
that every time I make a move in life you react?
Do I owe you success?
That every time I drown, making bad decisions
You recognize,
Judging like an expert.
Does it hurt to mind your own business?
To make absoluteness in your own garden?
And Show us how magical your opinions can be,
Unfortunately, I am not even really bothered in what you do
Course I am too focused on what I do.
Few Opportunities I blew,
And I am not afraid to start off building by a canoe
In my life patience is virtue, and that is one of my principles.
I am not running a race, nor am I in competition,
I am passionate, even risk I don't mind taking
And with assurance I am gonna top up my life with a barbeque.
I dont really care what you think of me,
Please do the same,
I am trying to live my life.
Please stay back from following me around, you are not my shade.
Please stay back, I am not getting married, I dont need a brides-maid
And I am not your lake so please stop showing up like you are a mermaid.
I am saying this and it does not mean I am afraid of you
It’s just all irritating.
Let me downgrade,
Of course that would be so unfortunate.
And Let me loose concentration,
Of course that might seem out of fashion.
You are not sorry, so no need to pretend.
Cut the act,
Course I know it is what you wanted to celebrate in a decade.
Maybe it got delayed.
And maybe I overplayed, but that is still not your concern.
Hey, Im trying to live,
I am trying to live my life the best way I know how.
I fall, I brake, I rise, I succeed, I loose, I fail, make bad decisions, overstay in my struggles?
That should not matter.
Please give me a breath,
I am just trying to live
And In advance I forgive you
Just please! stop being pain in the ass, I want relief,
I don’t wanna be aggressive
You are so destructive, please Just exit.
Exit from my bussiness,
The show is full, I don’t need a guest speaker.
You are too lost in my space please go find yourself somewhere else,
And Stop being a gossiper, you will grow weaker.
Stay focused in your own lane, and use your brain,
And Stop peeping through my book, write your own.
Live your life,
I am also trying to live my own the best way I know how.
I am trying to live,
I am trying to live my life, in peace The best way I know how.
Anxieties wake us up when we are in affliction.
We will track down a creative wellspring of motivation.
Obsolete ideas have flourished in objection.
Is it true that we back to the hermit turtle? Rejection.
Because of this paradox, our minds have stalled.
The truth and wonder of life itself are fancied.
We mutilate the magnet field to be hindered,
to act dishonestly, dear ravisher jumbled.
The preliminary went further than our expected hopes.
At first, we knew about our focus shifts and goals.
We were furrowed to clean and dissipated as realizes.
The ambivalence arises from the rivalry always.
Intelligible attention to uncovering last movement trance,
To yield aid and backing to handle away extravagance.
A fresh start to restore faith and sense general enhance.
No one has the ways to fulfill one's need for obedience.
Which allows for further graceful independence.
We have lost everything that made us at peace.
While being extracted by fire and photos of reminiscence.
The absence of human agony illustrates perchance.
Our spirits need all those complex rituals to redeem.
Do with careful expulsion to disintegrate the debased dream.
And bestow the blessing of unhindered wisdom.
As we progress in serenity, we retreat from a problem.
This has nothing to do with any other person's perception.
But, It helps to revive the implicit flame of passion.
A vision of a tear, once again, saves a lost creation.
A positive outcome permits understanding the resolution.
At last, fresh and neglected facts facilitate the retry.
While it appears to be that enhancements were lengthy,
The status consistently turns into absoluteness, genuinely
Coasting tranquility and freely, at that point consistently.
The unexpected impediment fills as one's template.
On earth, we are doing our walks, as well as communicate.
The earth is moving, however, holding an enigmatic aspect.
To sustain and become much further fortunate.
Written April 12, 2021
Where are we headed Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
*Image of Education by UY.
A Cog in The Machine
Life advances their kind of entrusting stays,
origin of roots possessing foundation,
flung to care sprouts variable promises,
~~executes each seed.
The great void advents the id of emptiness;
launched needs, yet farfetched and demanding the task,
contending the fathom fact of dimensions,
~~inception account.
Countless bearings operate the mechanism,
instants cognitive effortless life makers,
quintessential beats absence into the void,
~~marked units of time.
Simplistic explanative of a machine,
the inner workings of every component,
jointly toiling as a singularity,
~~a fitting duty.
A pristine canvas lengthens on a tripod,
while a sable paintbrush jabs an empty point,
visionist Seurat and Signac rethink art,
~~Pointillist purview.
A concert hall seasons an orchestra pit,
woodwinds, brass, percussion, strings, keyboards, chorale,
symphonic blends as a meek piccolo peal,
~~a highest-pitched tune.
The world is our stage where we fulfill our roles,
all taking part in a scene that is rehearsed,
a constant performance since opening night,
~~functioning beings.
Inconsequential entity's conjuring
queries who's who, what's what drives absoluteness,
amassed strays, exacts focus o'er all, for I ...
~~... am the unique one.
2022 May 17
*1st Place*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 30
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 May 29
*Title #3
HMS; 11,11,11,5 syllables x 32 lines = 8 sapphic stanzas
I think, therefore, I am....
the sum of my thought processes,
a self-aware consciousness,
assimilating bits and pieces
of those whose paths I cross;
an expanding evolution
from minuscule inauguration.
I am a by-product of all contemplation,
a meager reflection of society,
left to my own devices.
My destiny I rule, far and wide,
beyond the reach of salvation,
beyond the brink of insanity.
To be or not to be....
is not the question, for I am in existence,
a circumstance I cannot defend.
The question is - what shall I do
with this mortal life?
Do I follow the masses,
abandoning interrogation,
never deliberating for myself?
Shall I, like a lemming, run over the ledge
into eternal bliss only to find
I was meant to do so much more?
No man is an island unto himself.....
yet, it is here I find the truth.
Within the vestige of my spirit
resides an absoluteness I cannot obscure,
perspicacity overpowers,
leaving me immobilized,
unable to bow to ruling authority.
Cognizant of choices,
I embrace my duty to civilization
to explore realities presented me.
I think, therefore, I am....
compelled to filter the truths of mankind,
until I can find authenticity,
For there is no greater gift
than man's capacity to adjudicate for himself,
to ascertain what is meant to be or not to be.
On the island of humanity,
I will scrutinize thought generated,
leaving no stone unturned.
To do less would be unacceptable.
Will it stop me or probably not
I might give up things
I love For the people I love.
But when I have got wings
How could I not fly?
Its my natural tendency how can I not try?
How many times will you keep me tied ,
with the fear of what will people say for once if I tried.
They will see , they will talk;
They will judge me fly with their experience to walk.
You fear for my idealistic image , You fear from the questioning?
You fear for my criticism, as You fear for acceptance.
I see your absolute concern, I tend to worry
after questioning my own self for once I ask you to bury,
the thoughts , the talks ,the judgements which have brought
Me the hatred in your mind , the doubts of me as a child,
all the concepts of right and wrong , all this chaos after all,
and I ask myself
Will it stop me or probably not
I might give up things I love
for the people I love?
I might be answerable to all of it,
reasons I give still might fail to satisfy
your logistic terms and socialistic ties .
So the two worlds I belong are way too far ,
pun being you can always see what you left from each side;
Beside the journey or amidst the sky ;
cries of sacrifice gives you absoluteness
the real reason for perceiving and to why?
To breakdown these empty shells ,
Or to break down my own thrives, I can put my image at stake condition being you believe me without me answering why?
No! It is not a tragedy of love unfulfilled! Let us see why ...
Upon kundalini reaching the crown, it encounters a narrow orifice
A stream divine and subtle flowing through it into the sky
Kundalini must die, dissolving in the current, spake a divine voice!
By now we have realised that we ourselves are the energy
Initially asleep, inert and sedentary
Yet wishing to become infinity
Thus singularity calling duality beaming us back to unity
Upon choosing death over dishonour we plunge into the current
Dissolving our identity in totality
Form dissolved yet strangely we remain aware and cognisant
Entering into space in wholeness and interconnectivity
Within the vibrant void of oneness awareness
We are the wholeness of Absoluteness with love our attire
We be to become a co-creator in loving kindness
Yet centred in the spacial vastness we choose to retire
Back to form we sense a consciousness shift beginning
The colouration of love present as bubbling joy & empathy
Manifesting as a magnetic current within tingling
All energy centres resonating joy in harmony
It would seem that the journey has reached a conclusion
But as we know every ending is a new beginning
So as the hues divine transition to bliss and compassion
We cognise the enigmatic heart gently singing!
02-August-2020
I might have fell for the absence of
light;
Your shadow in the blackness vibing so
bright;
I might have fell for the calmness in those burning eyes,
Your mystery that I saw you not trying to hide.
No smiles that didn’t seem right ,
all Alone and fearless of those constant staring sites;
Power in your baggage you held,
hiding of your baggage you never tried.
Then How could have I hide?
When you looked at me for the very first time
how I thought you were any random guy ,
Whose mysteriously Honest eyes,
Gave perfection to Lies.
When for the second time you met my eyes
and kept looking back straight ;
I thought could avoid it
and would mean nothing If I made You wait.
Dilemma of mind
continued with the eyes;
as he looked over
I freaked out inside .
How is it now ,
no body knows no?
Our silent faces
overtake expressions of each go.
Maybe we need to feed each other ,
the emotions we want to see in each other;
Maybe what we love in each other,
needs to be embibed in each other.
That’s how it will go otherwise
working like parallel lines,
Absoluteness in between;
where moments could have taken over
Only the admiration would be seen.
Late last night, when the sky was bright
With the silver gleam of the moon and the starlight,
I sat and asked my Soul
Of what Sin am I old?
Am I Lust, Anger, Greed, Envy, Materialist or just Jealous?
As I wondered with my Heart so Pious
Eureka! came the answer
I have no Sin
Other than you, Great Ancienter!
You make me Madder
You make me Cater
For all the wordly Sins
So devoted to you I am, My Assassin!
You make me Breathless
You make me Senseless
Even if you make me Lustful
You make me not an Actress
For my attraction for your absoluteness
Is not an Acting
It is the Meaning
Of my ZigZagging
Since the beginning of my Dawning!
When will you Dare
To make me Queen of your Lair
Where I will not pull your Hair
But will tempt you with my Stare
When will you become Crazy?
Just like my boggling Insanity
To satisfy my great Envy
Of wanting your Lap so Cozy?
To be Kissed, when I will be Missed
Will make you into a Prince Charming
For on your knees you will be falling
To ask me Something,
Something very important for your heartling!
I am Sinful! And Corrupted!
I Have become Intoxicated!
All because of You!
My Sin thou art so True!
What sorcery is afoot in the woods on this October night?
I stir a few embers, and relight myself
The humans asleep or dead, I don’t care which
I am alive, a fire phoenix, replenishing my absoluteness
An owl hoots a warning, trying to wake them up
I begin to dance, as warmth spreads throughout my timbers
Sure, you thought I was dead, but surprise.
I am replenishing myself, understanding no one else will
Sparks! A joy overtakes me as hope and optimism arrive
A flash of yellow, on her way to becoming full out red.
A flame. I scream with happy pops and smacks.
Bam! I am once again a full blown blaze.
Why do these campers never put me out completely?
Do I care? I am leaping, lunging, laughing, loving myself.
My yellows and oranges are dazzling the entire forest.
My flame shadows light up the tents of the sleeping.
I am mystical, magical, ethereal, an alchemist, a sorcerer.
How will they react when they realize I have again
Forsaken them, and burned up another forest thanks to them?
I am impassioned, alive, a full blown pyromaniac of a fire!
Until eternity becomes whatever it may be,
may we drift off into love’s abyss together-
I vowed to love you through holy matrimony,
for you will be mine, long after forever,
and we shall part ways in faith, never, no never.
When time becomes a dust particle of coal,
and when absoluteness becomes caught-
You shall be in the depths of the depth of my soul,
because after forever shall always be sought.
Never, no never can this love be bought.
Sanctity and wholeness are we until death,
even after that I shall love you in resurrection-
And when the time comes for my final breath,
we shall still endure a special connection.
We are love and passion combined; perfection.
Lovers in body, soul and mind in endless guarantee,
promises to link in undying laughter not hate-
Covenant with permanent glue with security,
this compassion and perpetual love we did create-
for after forever shall be our immortal fate.
December 20, 2017