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A best friend is one of the purest forms of love
Not just one thing nah they be all of the above
That's the flower stepping out of the dirt
Because,
They ain't a real bestie if it's never been muddy
Water over dark or boiling emotions
I'm talking the one that's seen your tears ocean
As well as your smiles explosion
Inside jokes got us laughing outside the body
When we're together it's more than motion
That tag team be an undefeated potent
I'm talking poetic words spoken
I start the sentence you finish
Best friend language is never broken
Chemistry so good they think it's stolen
That's my partner in crime, call us
Bonnie and Clyde, we're forever in our prime
Our relationship could never have dime or time
Constraints, because when it's real
It's love and that's the definition of a sublime you can't rank
I'm talking a bond that's chemical
Call us ionic and iconic, ironic
But that's just God's sense of humor
So I know we're divine
So go ahead and try
To separate the Ne-on from our shine
p.s. you can't and that's not even the best part...
10/9/17
More houses
More boundless
More guns
More funds
More drugs
More plugs
More liquor
More, get the picture?
More logic
More and more profit
More of that
More A.S.A.P.
More gas
More cash
More in my glass
More before I pass
More wax
More racks
More in my cup
More of that stuff
More tabs
More dabs
More jars
More cars
More bars
More decks of cards
More yards
More of living large
More of taking charge
More paths being carved
More firearms
More tools
More jewels
More shoes
More booze
More clothes
More homes
More love
More of all of the above
Gathering my memories of you,
I surround myself
with the love that we've shared.
I still recall
every smile, every hug,
and every kiss.
Now that you have passed,
mementos are all I have to comfort me.
You were my best friend,
my soulmate, my lover, my hope,
and my muse;
all of the above, and so much more.
I fell in love with you,
and all your unique little quirks
and funny gestures, long ago.
I remember our first date
and how, from that moment on:
our lives were forever linked.
Life is like a roller coaster ride
of which we have no control:
neither the destination
nor the course it will take.
We are all along for the ride:
and the best we can hope for
is choosing who shares the seat next to us.
And I'm so happy
that you chose me, and I chose you.
Your ride is over, my love,
but I'll see you soon; mine is winding down.
For tonight
celebrating 163 birthdays
among the three of me,
my husband,
and oldest son's May birthdays
within four days of each other
For tonight
unestranged,
and, if we each prefer,
for the remainder of our lives
more together,
less apart
We are here to understand
and express appreciation
for and with each other,
not to fix anyone's misunderstandings
or positions
or perspective
or ignorance
or sin
against God
or Country
or common sense,
or love for each other,
or all of the above.
That way,
if we get confused
about which of these
White God
Red v Blue country
or common sense
Pillars of economic and political wisdom
we have so shamefully violated,
It doesn't matter
because we're not going to try
to understand Othering tonight
And, if you prefer,
for the remainder of our co-invested lives
more together,
less apart.
If you want feedback
about Past or Future You,
please ask
Because, for tonight,
we are here together
to hear how you are feeling now
about appreciating abundant you
as you are
And about appreciating us
as we are
And any memories of our past
we can revisit
with full integrity
appreciating you
as part of us--
your Me
as our interwoven We.
So, if you want feedback
about how and what you are doing
and not doing,
about who you are becoming
or not becoming,
you will have to ask.
If you get feedback
you cannot appreciate,
at least as yet,
Please, let's help remind each other,
calmly and kindly,
that giving unsolicited feedback,
including how to solve your stupid problems
for you,
violates our rules for tonight
and, if you prefer,
for the remainder of our lives,
more together,
less apart.
These rules apply to you,
about yourself,
and about us,
and include me,
about me,
and about us.
I invite your kind
and calm reminder,
and my own
this night to appreciate
and celebrate who I am
as I am
and who you are
as we are
compassionately co-invested
Without judging ourselves
or Others
Without shaming ourselves
or blaming Others
for what we have failed to understand
and to express co-passionately,
To water our flowers
and rewarm our best days,
and not feed the cold dead weeds
of our worst days
before this our night
more together,
less apart.
So!
Well...
ummm....
When you are,
someday,
experiencing coitus
of some generic buzzy kind
common to all species
of loving life,
And you are about to have
a peak
polysensory
full mindbodied experience...
Excuse me for interrupting,
but I think you mean a peak
polyphonic engagement
or maybe
a polyvagal peak win/win default moment
in a neurosystemic
kinda pleasant
transportive
enlightening and empowering
serotonin and dopamining way.
Yes.
Both/And
All of the Above,
speaking with polycultural compassionate
nonviolent communication intent
And,
more back to the less LeftBrain verbal
original focus,
cooperatively acting,
co-investing
in a poly-lateral
compassion story game
you hope might never need to end,
alone again,
yet waiting for a repeat,
active hope
embodied wealth
whole-sum happiness regained
This sometimes ritualized
regenerative
sensory pleasure praxis
goes back in time
and out to include all Earth's
regenerative
polyculturally self/other co-governing
Ego/Eco BiCameral Systems
YangLeft/YinRight
positive dialogue
between non-apartisan engagers,
mindbody co-investors.
Yet, to speak of Living Green/Blue Balance
of Earth's healthiest wealth
as any living body of co-relationships
told and retold throughout
our global history
Now retold without shame
or punishment
assuming Sacred EarthMother's
regenerative
holonic polyentheistic nature
spirit is to put an all-encompassing
multiculturally regenerative win/win meme
ahead of monoculturing
predative YangBang memory
As to how we win/win co-passionately got here
and feel mutually engaged
when, as global green health allies,
we stay focused on Earth,
Most sacredly pleasurable
Light yintegrity mysteries
and Power yang natural histories
Of our original non-zero polysensory
polymathic bilateral zeroism
PoliCulturally Light Hot!
and subversive Wet Empowering
regenerative
fast and slow-grown
peak resilient experiences
So,
yes,
THAT!
ongoing nonviolent talk
About procreative
health-wealth
mostly pre-verbal care
in pleasantly cooperative
deeply and widely engaging
thriving sensory relationships
of EarthTribe loving
regenerative revolutionaries
Like trees,
Like flowers
and birds
and bees.
I AM ......NOT GOING TO GET OUT OF YOUR CAR:..........SO WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THAT? THAT IS THE CONVERSION! YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH ME!!! I AM NOT GOING TO GET OUT OF "YOUR HOUSE".....SO WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THAT? YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH ME!!!I AM IN YOUR "COURT ROOM,AND I WAS TOLD TO BE SEATED,AND I AM NOT GOING TO SIT DOWN,SO WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT? I OWE YOU A LOT OF MONEY,AND I'M NOT GOING TO PAY YOU,AND I TOLD YOU SO; SO WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT? WE CAN CALL ALL OF THE ABOVE"PROVOCATION" IN THE "WRONG WAY" TO CAUSE THE 'PROVOKING IGNORANCE TO BE SOMETHING THAT TRIES TO MAKE "GOD'S LOVE TO BE STRIPPED AWAY! THEY DIE BY THE THOUSAND EVERYDAY"HELL BOUND" IN EVERY HUT AND EVERY TOWN!!! RICH AND POOR!!!! WE SEE THIS PROVOKING GO ON EVERYDAY,AND WE LEARN NEVER TO GIVE A PROVOKER ANY "POWER",BECAUSE THEY WILL TRULY DESTROY THEMSELVES,AND US WHO "LOVE",BECAUSE PROVOCATION IS REALLY SENT FROM HELL,AND IT IS WHAT THEY WHO ARE HELL BOUND PERPETUATE; THEY PERPETUATE PROVOCATION INSTEAD OF 'LOVE'!!! THOSE WHO PERPETUATE PROVOCATION NEED TO FIND 'LOVE",AND EVOKETION TO BRING ABOUT A BETTER NATION,AND IMPROVE THEIR OWN SITUATION!!!EVOKENOLOGY IS A NEW STUDY THAT A MAN NEEDS TO SEEK,BECAUSE GOD EVOKES US TO MAKE US SMILE AND NOT BE WEAK!!!!EVOKEKANOLOGY IS A REAL WORD ,AND EVOKE IS ALREADY IN OUR DICTIONARY.........I JUST ADDED STUDY OF EVOKE!PEOPLE DO IT EVERYDAY. MOST PROVOCATION : I EVOKE! PROVOCATION IS DEATH! EVOKE IS LIFE! FIND A GOOD WIFE!!!PROVOCATION TRIES TO MISUSE "LOVE",AND RESPECT,AND PROVOCATION CAUSES "FAILURE",AND IS "NEVER,NEVER,NEVER A SUCCESS!!!PROVOCATION MAKES THOSE WHO PERPETUATE IT FAILURES "AT THEIR BEST"!!! WHO OR WHOM IS MAKING THEIR BEST EFFORT TO CAUSE "OUR SCHOOL TEACHER" IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA TO BE ANGRY"?WHAT LEADERS ARE DOING THAT TO CAUSE "DEMOCRACY" TO FAIL"?WILL THEY BE SENT TO............WHO IS BEING PAID TO PROVOKE "ANGER"IN THIS DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY"?WHO MAKES OUR TEACHERS WHO TEACH OUR CHILDREN ANGRY ,AND LET THEM BRING THE "ANGER" HOME TO CAUSE THE HOME TO FAIL........HURT A CHILD AND GO TO HELL,IF YOU CAUSE OUR CHILDREN TO FAIL!!!!FIRST TO JAIL ,THEN TO HELL!!!!!
Be careful of the thing
that doesn't exist.
Do attend to the loss
of the lightest fundamental
(you just couldn't lose)
because it never really was -
the consummate vacuum.
How is it not possible
to lose one's mind?
"To avoid tripping
when getting off the train
at a high level platform:
mind the gap."
The voice of authority
renders the request -
but instead it's an order:
Don't fall
for the vacancy
its emptiness
(but not emptiness?)
don't get hurt.
"How does your mind work?"
This question, a one
that never could
be substantiated.
It's not a question
one should ask.
So why did I say that?
____________
(Fill in the gap.)
And, in the process of caring
so much for so little -
of tending to what amounted
to nothing in the end -
tripping, stumbling, and losing...
Get a grip!
Stay put and remain upright,
maintain your balance;
equanimity in a yoga pose
needs stillness of breath,
and keeping still
sometimes feels like the
most painful stance of all.
Falls tend to occur when
least expected? Not so.
They happen when stopping,
or embarking,
or leaving,
or all of the above.
So watch out,
stay focused, and do
whatever it takes
not to get hurt.
Why should I mind
this exquisite aching?
Now the foundational fabric
rips apart at the seams
while avoiding tripping
at the high level platform.
A favorite slip
(skirting the issue, a peculiar talent)
might not be worth repairing or
perhaps it's damage, irreparable.
It's not visible,
so why ___?
(Such a shame.)
We don't know
what we don't know.
Ripped apart, undetected -- yet still.
This gap has
(sew its seams!)
a mind of its own.
Every time a penny falls from the poverty sky, I expect it to be a hundred dollars...the wealth in my heart is plenty, but financial-wise, I'm broke...I am a rich, poor man...wealth doesn't matter to me much...poverty was what I grew up with, though my family was considered "Middle Class"; we still had struggles with finances and we were poor and still are I reckon...teased to the core because of the states I'm in...the darkness is the predator that is out to get me, but I absorb light, so I can generally give it my all to everyone I come in contact with with generosity from my youth to my elder years...I will be kindhearted and loving always and that's no lie that I've been having that as a magnet to my personality...I'm in reality's land, not in fairyland, understand? I'm stranger than fiction because I'm not a fake fantasy, but a genuine human being with feelings, unlike a dysfunctional robot - I feel, I touch, I smell, I faint, I laugh, I smile, t taste, I have intuition, I frown, I tease, and all of the above, so take that information into consideration...I'm sick and tired of being told what to do when I should have freedom before my very eyes - don't you have a clue who I really am from the inside and outside, my trustworthy crew?
Listen...to...my...voice... Let all rejoice! But, what comes up must come down, for my cup is half empty now...
I know I don't have millions
To leave you in my will
But what I have for each of you
Is something greater still
I have a few possessions
For each of you to keep
Photographs and memories
I know will make you weep
All my sad sad poems
Written through my tears
All the journals of my life
I wrote throughout the years
My jewellery and diamonds
For Sydnie, Brooke and Bree
And every time you wear them
I know you’ll think of me
Jewellery and diamonds
For George and Paulie too
To give them to your little girls
With love from me and you
I know you that you will treasure
All of the above
But something far more greater
I leave you... is my love
It brought you all into this world
And helped you all to grow
With each and every step
I’ve loved you more than you will know
Each of you is different
You all have your own ways
From when you all were babies
And through your childhood days
Naughty things you said and did
The secrets you would hide
But even through your teenage years
I watched you grow with pride
The closeness that you share
Between a sister and a brother
The love I know is there
Has made me proud to be your mother
Now you’re all grown up
And having children of your own
And you will share with them
The love and laughter you have known
Keep with you your memories
Your thoughts, your special song
No one else can take
To only you, they do belong
Don't feel lost or lonely
Or afraid of what to do
Just follow your heart..knowing
I'm always there with you
Keep with you the knowledge
That even from above
Nothing in this world
Is greater than a mothers love
Never change for no one
Just be always who you are
And I’ll be right beside you
Your forever guiding star...
By Raina Hutchins
Form:
Love poems are easy.
Hate poems even more so.
An intellectual screed
can make a poet believe in his truth
without even a spot of evidence.
Nature poetry is hardly ever
about nature,
it's more the observed
seen through a personal filter,
never much deeper.
People want poetry to move them,
but a poet in not a 'moving' company,
simply shuffling emotional content
from here to there.
Too easy.
Weird, strange, impossibly
enigmatic, wildly abstract
is often better
than a recycled copy
of the time worn and predictable.
Replication is easy.
Never claim to be a poet
or you might be guilty of all of the above
as at times we all are.