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I've been sitting up here day after day and months on end, and please, let's not talk about years. I watch you stare at me when you think I'm unaware. I see you vacillate between life's mundane and the big, beautiful me, and oh, how I cringe when you buckle to those artificial fears.
This old, stale dust has covered me, concealing my illustrious shine. Please know I am forever in your heart and indelibly in that beautiful mind.
You were made imperfectly, but you have been so faithful. I've seen your long nights and slow days. Oh my! What we can and should be is so bountiful.
It is no accident that I was born in your heart and aggrandized in your mind. Come on now, take me off this shelf, and clean me up. The world is waiting; let's get in line.
The bumps, accidents, detours, and road construction along the way enticed you to put me back on this darn shelf. Sure, we have had to remap a time or two or three. But this journey must continue; we have our help.
I see the cuts, scrapes, bruises, mental anguish, pain, and frustration you bear. But you're still standing, so take me off this shelf, and let's get there.
I'm still waiting! But don't make me wait much longer. It's time to eat; let's feed this born hunger.
Poof! Poof!
In rainbow heaven where the flowers scent my path
there is a little pedestal that was built by you
it is there I go to stand and watch you from above
remembering the fun we had and how you made me glad
In rainbow heaven no more tears, just smiles
and lots and lots of treats, with other cats like me
upon a base I stand aggrandized by your loving heart
praying that you will surely know, I'm bathing in the afterglow
In rainbow heaven where the bridge of love is sealed
I was owned by you, and so I am yours
if there is a rainbow heaven where all pet owners go
I will go to wait for you, arriving right on cue
In rainbow heaven where the flowers grow,
you miss me, yes I know !
The educational forest has thickened
I can't see the forest from the trees,
are they Republican or Democrat?
voices once spoke out without a doubt
a lost message loud and clear for change,
those voices have since been silenced
by the onslaught of time and age, untempered truths.
Who speaks now?
Is it only the loudest voices
shouting bullies and the braggarts
who wave and aggrandized their failures as achievements,
the gray men staunch in their self-centered ways
unwinding progress and holding time hostage
to the dreams and successes of yesterday,
the future of possibilities.
These are the times that try men's souls
looking back and tossing out the compromise
of a warring world seeking peace and conjoined hands
where power-hungry individuals take charge not to lead
but to satisfy, enrich and praise themselves above all others;
one giant step for the political bureaucracy
no small steps for the average man.
America is better than this.
Although you thought it loud to me
How unwanted I would always be
After you swept me off my feet
To only toss me to the streets
Although you cursed my truthful care
And rare faith that’s unfound here
And upon bruised my love so true
Real love that chose to care for you
You took away my smiling face
With it you took my best grimace
And was seized my laughter too
Along with it my feelings true
My heart is stressed from cursing thee
It pounds; it beats as it grows weak
My whole being hates your memories
Irony; craves your company
An outcast lost in your own heart
I weep, I wail in woman’s land
And thus has none to console me
In all this pain, that’s all but sweet
Although your eyes still comfort me
Lost in your gaze, I find relief –
Although your smile still consoles me
Rejection wakes my unbelief
When in your face I find kindness
Warmth and embrace of loveliness
Just then withdrawn, your heart and care
You seek not I, you seek one else
An empty box, a hungry hole
Has swallowed all to remain so
I despise you so much my dear
But would give all to have you near
Aggrandized hurt, and agony
Can one feel so, and keep “to breathe”?
Each time the thought, “not having thee”
Nearby enough, so I’d be free
Thief of always, beautiful curse
You make me soar, then make me fall
Eternal dream I wield awake
All yours to give, more so to take.
Dominic Amezimi
19/08/2013
"SOFTLY SENSUAL"
Elusive Ephemeral Ethereal Expansive: Timelessness
Analogous to mobius strip -
measured passage of existence
only took precedence
with *****sapiens ascendent
busting forth upon
the figurative pedestal
presiding over domain,
sans Earthly covenant
a bajillion ago,
where fits and starts
pitted proto humans
at no immediate advantage,
yet merely, thru
dint of accidental
happenstance ever so
imperceptibly amassed dominion
over every other species
as became evident
throughout the vast sweep of
anthropological
evolutionary incidental
plucky perturbations, provocations,
and/or pullulations arisen by
spontaneous circumstantial grant
ting quasi consciously
coalescing into brutish
deliberated focused intent,
where forethought
coopted indiscriminate
chance facilitating kent -
manifested rubber
baby buggy bumpers
activated, aggrandized, and
allotted destiny meant
to lurch incrementally
i.e. hierarchical designation
present day primate
predecessors practiced negligible
notched nimbleness orchestrated
(equal parts gall and genetic
giftedness), whatsapp operant
adaptation toward
survival rippled quiescent
lee minutely nudging overt salient
traits ineluctably
manifesting, outflanking,
and proffering
quintessential urgent
biological scrim quietly testing,
and wrestling, whence yen
(to secure rootedness)
zeroing what didst warrant
winning formula
to adapt adroit edge
pitted by dictates of nature
grappling iron
grip, viz literal hedge
fund and kickstarting toehold
upon tenuous ledge
(oft times succumbing to danger)
falling into abyss
of anonymity pledge
jing acquired innovative tool
such as a primitive sledge
hammer instinctively
resigning animal instinct
death be not proud not
before inculcating
survivalist tactical wedge.
A whisper gently in the night
One that sweetly lingers into daylight
And into days, weeks, months, and years
Quietly walking in faith and extirpating all fears
Silently working like a Yeoman
Standing on my square, firmly holding the master plan
From a long ago when you first whispered to my soul
And over time you have quietly aggrandized me, now making me whole
Like a mighty crescendo as the song plays
A lovely melody now playing in my days
Triumphantly to a new...
So far from few
Now abundance all around...
Sweet blessings from fertile ground
A new day has gloriously dawned...
Big dreams and visions have beautifully spawned
Angels observe in un-articulated anguish from above,
anxiety afflicted by appalling accelerated ambition of the aggregate
that redefines the archaic, apocalyptical allure
driving humanity to its brink of active self annihilation;
those moments of antiquated adversarial abstractions
when history goes awry in its accursedness
revels the atrocious alienation of poverty ignored,
that hidden appetency wherein
the very acquiescence of its anticipated allure,
blinds us in our astigmatism that can anesthetize living well;
the assuage ascendancy of life's pain and amplified existence
briefly lingers, dies
as we absolve ourselves with abstinence
surpassing the more auspicious moments lost
when we could have been assertively aggrandized,
to become
more augmented humanity.
for John Hamilton's Crazy A's contest
10/30/19
1. Anguish 2. Awry 3. Auspicious 4. Atrocious 5. Assuage 6. Appetency
7. Allure 8. Absolve
In the imagery network of intricate design,
layer on layer, the metaphoric mind is stratified,
the levels of innate awareness are aligned
with the unique perspective patterns unified.
Many elements of the singular identity secures
access to the secret sanctum of psychic recess,
transcend the timeless thresholds of joy and pain,
as senses merge with the supreme consciousness.
My metamorphosed mind turns into an inventor,
makes a mirror with the luster of mirage for me.
I look into it reaching the self-aggrandized oasis,
where it is only me as Narcissus I always see.
The blow of tormenting time breaks the mirror,
my ethereal essence transforms it into a window.
I see the twilight gleam shimmer in the horizon,
beckons me to start a new journey before sundown.
I travel within as an introspective probing voyager,
perceive the eternal soul in the alcove of bliss,
suffusing me with the absolute aura of divinity,
I get liberated from the hold of mortal abyss.
________________
March 7, 2023
Contest : Break The Mirror
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker