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shifting into the void
yet in occupation of form
as identityless presence
we cognise that what is
what was and what will be
is aliveness as awareness
immediate and intimate
awareness self aware
eternal and unchanging
as the life essence of self
the self we allude to
is neither narrow identity
nor conditioned thought
rooted in habit patterns
relying upon blurred memory
based on foggy perception
orbiting ego borne craving
in the world of transience
where resident in feeble form
the entity flounders about
self as presence self existent
is as is complete and illumined
detached from this mind body
though in occupation of it
as a vehicle to navigate earth
via sheaths of consciousness
vitalising the material casing
by three pranic electricities
energised by spirit at the core
blissful in the cave of the heart
the three electricities alluded to
first being the very breath of God
enabling we as He be breathed
feeling through the senses five
having outer and inner polarities
with lower mind for discernment
higher connected to the universe
thus jiva & Atma & Paramatma
or we may say body & soul & spirit
as manifestations of the That one
the true purpose of life begins
when the three aspects of the one
come into alignment with love
being the only true God vibration
reflected within as our conscience
all else but ego thought constructs
thus upon the ego or mind body
aligning with soul or higher mind
merging by melting into spirit or love
then free of all bondage we awake
11-November-2020
Ever since the times of enlightenment obfuscating harmonious balance
Romantic love has taken a back seat in the absurd theatre of minds
My light my mind my empathy bonds and my unconditional passion
have been shrouded in darkness have tainted romance and creation
Empiricism from the age of so called reason certainly towers over
inclinations and feelings burrows deeply and undermines emotions
Ever since Freud investigated libido and death wish attempted to
establish a science from Id’s superb battle with Ego and Oedipus
separated phallus and **** retention from sucking up oral tradition
we have been seduced by scientific dogma and lust for the vice of logic
Like Mephistopheles debating a Faustian pact with layers of devil
we pay tribute to Descartes who doubted his incredulous doubts
The clever guys investigate Philia measure orgasms and pleasure
take delight in quantifying empathy bonds hail to measurability
In perverse contradictions to faith and belief even Agape has been turned
and tossed over on spread sheets excelling in proof beyond reasonable qualms
Call me ancient and backward and taint me with the label of idealism
pour tar over my feathers hang me quarter me and try to remove my heart
Yet here it stands tall in celebration and without schism of ambivalence
transcends into every aspect of life and peace loving kindness’ compassion
Let me call it romance and pure love apart from sex and carnal desires and
let it be known that those amorous French guys in vernacular fashion
defined it as 'verse narrative' alluded to stories from creative excitement
I love you my lover and friendships adore my children like to be playful
seek kind connections and empathy do not discount altruism as a ruse
But I have this relationship with books emerge from ex libri in fancy and art
They are friends dear to my soul they talk to me evoke the whole palette
of stretching my life on a canvass of marvellous beauty and fascination
and when I engage with words and with pages they start to listen to my love
Charted performance has little place in my essence whereas reading enchants me envelops and embraces my spirits makes me whole and can’t tear me apart
12/5/20
Better choose quick
Just might lose if
You don't do it
Awesome or a nuisance
It either was or wasn't in the blueprints
Still a loner, or already shot by Cupid's
Arrow, underneath a sky that is moonlit
They spread lies, but the truth is
Staying sharp or a doofus
Handy or useless
In a world that can be merciful or ruthless
Just a baby, or a fully grown "Toothless" (Dragon)
(How quickly people bandwagon)
Pleasant or putrid
Humble or full of hubris
Intact or uprooted
In the open or secluded
A lack of energy and motivation, or being boosted
The body reconstituted and mind rebooted
Being wise or foolish
Already hinted and alluded
People can be so stupid
Always they feuded
And often hooted
Worried about who did
What, then they quickly brooded
Time has proved it and exuded
Just one of many things I've concluded
Sad that so many have been unjustifiably prosecuted
Got the juice or electrocuted
Problems remaining or getting troubleshooted
Getting it done or roosted
Giving up or continuing when rerouted
Getting nowhere or commuted
A life of hardship or of being undisputed
Drinks that are strong or diluted
The volume turned up or muted
Became friends with a druid
Never once tooted
His own horn, or made excuses
Wordsworth wrote, in 'Splendor in the Grass,'
of the glory found in the flower.
He alluded to a love long passed,
like a clock ticks off each hour.
He was saddened when taken from his sight,
was the radiance of a love he once knew.
His world had been filled with splendid light,
but darkened in shades of gray and blue.
He wrote to tell us we should not grieve
for a lost love we've left behind.
His words I will never believe,
for in them no truth do I find.
I wonder if Wordsworth shed a tear,
or had his heart hardened to stone.
Did his sobs ever reach his ears?
In grief, did he ever cry alone?
Do men mourn loss in a different way?
Are they immune to crying at all?
When my love learned I was going away,
I wonder if he allowed his tears to fall.
Wordsworth may have been a poet grand,
but in 'Splendor...' he has clearly shown
the falsehoods written by his hand.
I grieve for love... I cry alone.
Finding the marks indented on a rock
Exciting curious thoughts and insight
To peep into the facts of concern erudite ,
Construe something that might pleasantly shock
Or add to the inept thrills , though fallible ,
The scholar persuaded, and deduced at last ,
That it alluded to a remote ,and glorious past
Despite the inscribed symbols being illegible
Much time, labour and resource was spent
To excavate and pick any stray object, hoary
Or in tattered form and in scattered state ;
Great surmise , concoction and undue fancy lent ,
Brought forth a fain , puffy, padded out story :
Yet nothing worth remains to claim it great .....!
got what he wanted at my expense.
Said crack fast talking
hacker and scammer
pulled figurative wool over my eyes
going incognito and speaking a clipped
English mien his disguise.
He appeared (rather sounded) genuine
after yours truly experienced computer snafu
(the Macbook Pro essentially hogtied
courtesy virus that disabled any activity)
even turning the laptop off then on
only wrought frustration to boot.
An out of state Apple computer
technical support person impersonator
(imposter invariably linkedin
to aforementioned fraudster -
most likely brother in arms)
answered telephone number
provided on the screen.
Admonitions against sharing details
about case in point, whereby cyberpunk
donned many hats to convince me
serious computer virus,
malware, trojan horse, et cetera
counterbalanced with voice on other end
affecting sedulousness to "listen carefully"
and carry forth the following commands.
Yours truly trustingly,
passively, meekly, et cetera
(though feeling jittery)
carried out the repeated instructions,
which charlatan inveighed against
speaking softly (in retrospect,
I ought to have carried a big stick),
indicating (as if held at gunpoint)
to headout off to the Trappe branch
of Citizens Banks and withdraw cash
all the while recording verbal dialogue
with small, medium at large criminal
(the scam artist(s) in question).
Upon retrieving legal tender
(quite a wad), thee next entrapment
entailed driving to closest ATM machine,
an MP gas station/convenience store
in Collegeville to convert
high denomination bills
(a considerable number
of money crisp Benjamins)
into bitcoin cryptocurrency
then hightailing back to where I live,
an assisted living facility
named Highland Manor.
Finally, the schmegegge script
(incorporating ejaculations that
questionable hacker convinced me
to swallow hook, line and sinker)
alluded to strong likelihood
scam artist lurked in close proximity
to above named banking institution,
which divine comedy bumbling
Ace of spades, an inept card shark
anagram name (Meg Found)
left as crypto clue told.
(which above frolicsome gambit I mastered)
After mine wife
asks for this, that
or something else rife
with intent to provide barrel of laughs,
(likened to barrel of monkeys)
yours truly crafts
description how we share mirth
validating how our respective worth
matters each to the other acting childlike
to stave off altercations
that might come down figurative pike
worst case scenario whereby I strike
mine steadfast fine
(prairie home) companion.
Neither rules nor regulations exist
to our made up silly game
whereby whenever
one of us knowingly reaches out
to latch hold of desired item
specified by name,
the other person feigns to hand over
then pulls back same
alluded to object
held aloft (think
non verbal teasing banter)
said motions sustained
moments before until...
participant/ recipient
(trying in vain to grab
their coveted cherished
jackknifed prized possession)
becomes angry as raging bull.
Ofttimes when I pretend to surrender
that specific something sought after
by her royal highness prefers advanced version,
she doth lapse into her guttural patois,
which scrambled, throttled, and vocalized
(back of the throat utterances)
metrically syncopated
(couching unspoken) unclear clues
her primal wordless request
vaguely analogous
to decipher cryptograms,
whereby, I learned to look for patterns.
Yesteryear selective pastimes
whiling away hours
included many a cognitively
challenging endeavors
comprising decoding enigmatic
intriguing looking English language riddles
located within entertainment section
of The Philadelphia Inquirer
no I could never solve sudoku,
but eldest daughter (Eden Liat -
yea "star student" who matriculated
and graduated summa cum laude
courtesy University of Pennsylvania
breezed thru those logic-based,
combinatorial number-placement puzzle.
How bland a marriage devoid of non
establishmentarian activities, none
of which include physical intimacy,
cuz me libido indeed went deep south
linkedin with half dozen plus medications
yours truly readily swallows
prescribed medication to alleviate
mental health issues such as:
anxiety, obsessive compulsive behavior,
palmar hyperhidrosis,
mild depression et alia.
Let's see now, I've got 20 minutes here
I'll just whip off a poem
or two. Who knows?
What should I write about? I need a topic
Animals? Nature? Romance? Technology?
Nah! Those have all been beaten to death
and then some
I know! Bowling! Yes, bowling! No one
I mean, NOBODY, ever writes about bowling
In fact, let's google it...Aha!...Oh, no! What's this?
There are all sorts of people who've written about it
I mean I even know some of them: Cay Cay Jennings and
Jack Ellison and Jim Yerman have written about it
Even Caren Krutsinger has alluded to 'God bowling' as have
others, and there are lots more poems about bowling too...
Well, there goes 10 minutes already, but uh, er, I have written about
Bowling, haven't I?...
So, how'd I do?!
Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecake - oh yum!
Hard knocks Methacton school alum
ofttimes finds ruing his fate
while squarely planted on me bum
disheveled and unshaven,
whereby gray stubble encrusted
with wayward synonymous days old crumb -
after wolfing delectable entitled treat
buttered fingers drubbing upon tabletop
analogous to playing a drum
oy vey, yours truly cannot believe
he ate the whole thing -
argh... my poor tum.
ALDI GIANT supermarkets
(within small radius of miles
from me Schwenksville, Penna abode)
sell delicious delectable treat
goading, inspiring, and spurring me
to craft poem essentially
patronizing manufacturer,
whose skilled food technicians
engineered absolute winning dessert
courtesy their natural born talent
schooled (most likely at culinary institute)
possibly supplemented insync
with advanced degrees
at other institutions of higher learning
after various and sundry
trials and error
concocting mouthwatering secret recipe.
Lemme use hypothetical situation
to accent chew ate,
how alluded dessert tastes great,
especially when rumble in tumbly
clamors for glorious goody
regarding appetite to satiate
unfortunately circumstances
force your truly to wait.
If (the following
constitutes far fetched scenario)
stranded on a desert island,
I after falling to Earth
when parachute fails to open,
weighed down by an excess of
Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecakes,
would finagle an empty pie tin
to signal an SOS.
If left to my own devices,
(where you dear reader
would discover one humbug),
I would be forced to scrounge around
rubbing two sticks together
to create warmth
plus distilling oils -
derived from edible herbaceous plants,
whence I would ejaculate
(not prematurely) - olé
to sauté said greens with wild mushrooms.
My love, how I missed you
I thought I could do what needed done,
Watch you leave and say goodbye.
I lied my love, I didn't even get past day one!
I drove back in the quiet, still of the dark
spent the day, quietly watching, I didn't know what for,
But as day turned to night, I knew what it was.
I was waiting for you to walk through the door.
I warmed up our bed, and into it I crept,
Thinking sleep would come quickly.
But I missed the soft purring and sound of your breath,
No sleep alluded me, it didn't come easy.
My love, how I missed you
The weekend was fine, at least at the start
Although a feeling kept nagging away at my heart
You were not there and I was at home,
At least I had the boys, so I wasn't alone.
But each night as day drew into darkness still
I realised, my head didn't seem quite right,
It showed in the silly things I did, day and night.
I knew I needed you home my love,
you are my left to my right, my up to my down
I cannot live one day more without you around.
The children will be happy to see you home,
I think they wonder where I have gone?
I am surely not myself when I am alone.
Its time for you to come back, I waited nervous to see you.
After 21 years, I still feel like a school girl when waiting for you.
Each moment felt like forever as minutes drew out,
I sat down to wait, couldn't sit quite still,
so shuffled, and excitedly danced around the house, what else could I do?
What joy, what a thrill, as you walked through the door
I will hold you forever, and ever still.
Four days are too long, for this old girl
You are not allowed to do that again
From travelling without me, you have to refrain.
My love, oh how I missed you.
Chantelle Smith
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