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We don't know where we're going to
"Heaven or hell"
But we know where we're coming from
We know our roots, our very foundation
We don't know what the future holds for us
But we're not the substance of our circumstances.
We don't know how long
But we know it is certain
Because change occurs anytime
It's not very fast, but it's steady
Because what comes faster, goes sooner
What comes slowly, stays longer.
We don't know how big it is
But we know it can never be small
Because we've never played the mediocre
Never settle for anything if not the best
What it takes to do big, is also what it takes to do small
Discipline and determination makes the difference.
From our stillness fulcrum, we observe time
As one moment blends into another
As void of silence, in our heart does chime
Pristine presence is immersed in prayer
Mind body instrument, with love aligned
Celebrates the deep throb of bliss within
Ego rested; nothing to be divined
Formless awareness, tranquil and sanguine
Space thins, revealing flickers of white light
We just look on, without analysing
Waking and dreaming, now equally bright
Boundaries between form and void blurring
Be still, hermit, in bliss scintillating
Feel each nuance within, of our blossoming
11-January-2021
Just give us a break
As i sit on my own, im left to think,
Writing down my thoughts in pen and ink,
One thousand different things running through my mind,
A life without worries, is hard to find,
I question and doubt myself, day after day,
Overthinking and analysing in every possible way,
Some days are good, but then some can be tough,
Mental health isn't talked about and understood enough,
Left to feel like weirdos, we think we're loosing the plot,
Wondering how, why, where,
Who, when and what,
Putting on a brave face and a smile that's fake,
Wishing our minds would just give us a break.
A computer mind, has captured my imagination,
Not through crap or bull, with honest evaluation,
Adds up the variables, gets straight to the point,
Runs a diagnostic, forever failing to disappoint.
Keeps me straight and narrow, open minded views,
Somehow makes sense, from my obscuring clues,
Analysing my poems, bringing meaning to myself,
An encyclopedic brain, of incomprehensible wealth.
Had so tough an upbringing, especially for a child,
Deserves more from life, silly poems I’ve compiled,
Sometimes feel your spirit, but sadness coincides,
Want you to find happiness, not websites full of lies,
So feelings harboured, your poetry’s ever savored,
Especially what’s it called, oh yeah my name flavored.
By
David Kavanagh
9/26/16
Before dying
Keep on smiling
And trying
Regardless of when the stars or planets are aligning
And if there ever is a silver lining
In this day and age, little to nothing shall be surprising
Farmers fertilizing
Growing crops that look appetizing
Some of which are used in fine dining
Scientists sterilizing
As well as neutralizing
While analysing
And theorizing
Before and after atomizing
Animals and vehicles in the air flying
Above civilizations thriving
And others struggling to continue surviving
The sun diving and rising
Thunder roaring and lightning
Striking
Providing
A brief form of lighting
On others far too many are spying
And fantasizing
Being untruthful and still lying
Is the proof of our origin still possible of finding?
Out there hiding?
In some kind of writing?
Or gone for good due to conflicts intensifying
And war arriving?
The sun or moon rising
As well as shining
Above locations, great for mining
If you keep eyeing
Your surroundings even on roads that are winding
What happens next just may be disappointing or exciting
Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted teeth disguise my disorderly brain,
feeling lost in the mist,
surrounded by drowned out voices.
Deceptive chanting charms plant everyday confusion,
with stalking emotions running through my mind's corridors,
carrying a voice that gives birth to eerie echoing funnels,
pumping frustrating thoughts deep into the depths of phobias.
My demeanour hides behind a canvass of mysteries.
a pure transfiguration, where compulsive obsession
takes possession of stalking my vulnerable affections.
There's too much repetition in the fluidity of periods and seasons,
as I lose this battle to control my will's strength of life.
I constantly wonder if the only place of victory,
to find peace,
is to slay silent intoxicating depths,
which desire to explore me.
But in reality despise me with conflicting contradictions unable
to stop my puzzled conscious suffocating from over analysing,
enslaving excessive dwellings from every aspect of my existence.
Life is not a jigsaw,
I do not have the energy to find every piece.
My soul's fine heaven is rimming with untold tales of nature,
but misjudged precious intentions result in distracted actions.
An angst which has no remedy as all scars remains unseen.
But my Fears are made into gems,
when alone with my nemesis,
an unwanted life long partner
feeding upon deranged dilemmas,
which keep my mind,
spiralling in circles of uncertainties.
Labels
Parents: He’s fine but just on the spectrum
Slightly dyslexic, number blind and
A tadge autistic and is allergic to
Snails, bees and litmus paper.
He needs a keyboard but can write
His handwriting is poor. We love
Him, but he doesn’t like fur or
Feathers over an inch long.
He loves rugby, but is forbidden
To tackle or touch the dirty ball
Confidentially, speaking in front
Of him, we’ve given up and so has
The school. He’s sweet but a lost
Cause. We’ve never listened to him.
Me: He’s normal. He can write and
Understands all I teach him and tell
Him. He answers coherently and has
Great ideas. He writes poetry and can
Articulate perfectly when analysing.
He is interesting. His parents, teachers
Have never praised him, because of a
Label they placed on him, in year 2
I praise him when he’s good, tell the truth
When he’s not. Simple.
I don’t believe in labels. I find out
For myself. I discover the child.
I show him what he’s worth.
I tell him he’s valuable. I tell him he can
Go places.
When I let the parents into the secret
He’s normal. They are shocked.
He passes his GCSE English grade 7.
And math's grade 6.
They knew he could do it and the school
Has another success on their hands.
David Cox 11/03/20
The strongest den, most beautiful place, unbreakable bond s and each others strength.
Beautiful memories wrapped and treasured.
Yes, family is the most beautiful gift one can ever get.
If we pay little attention, if we do our bit,
Those little flaws and creeks can be easily fixed.
Refurbishing isn't all that difficult!
All we need is sincere unbiased maturity.
Love creates happy families and happy families are always contented. Contentment creates happy surrounding...... A happy world!!
A sweet little family.
Parents and their chicklings.
Every nook and corner enjoyed their chuckling.
Happiness kept the house twinkling.
Understanding and love enthralling.
Their bond, strong and Sterling.
Knotted together like a wind chime, always jingling.
Siblings grew up and family started expanding.
Why love and faith started shrivelling?
Why their bond started ravelling?
Why each others presence became galling?
Why it's nothing more than gaioling?
Parents started shattering.
They had invested their life in knitting and bejewelling.
Their cubs had started fighting and rebelling!
None had the courage of analysing and addressing.
Strongly entwined, then why this disentangling!
New members take time in adjusting and accepting.
Why siblings lose their understanding?
Relations do not deserve fraying.
Rekindle, start sewing!
Family is a place where every one is happy, contented and smiling.
We've met again,...smile in hearts,
Before I resume to page you with what I have,
I welcome you to my desk,
Grace has brought you far to this late lap of expandable life race,
Where are we going to?
The map is missing,
And will you mind being the next captain of this ship?
Taking speculation from this perspective,
I guess the sailing will end with expectations,
Multiple of waves come towards our direction,
It's very frightful,
Hug me firmly,and I will seek for safety,
Day break on an island,
Will it be fine indeed?
Why this question?
"Hurricanes,Tsunamis and its kind have made the journey more hopeless with panic",
Watching the sun,there's a brightening face saying,
"Follow the directions I'm giving you,work with diligence and relax for the rightful moment,...the destination is closer than you think",
Pirates of centuries,...Hunters of years,
Penning down records of those past generations,
Inspirations are dugout,
The passengers number is too much,
Noah's arch carried only seven persons,
You're here,...I'm here together with him or her,
Feel the presence of a spirit around the ship?
Rectification to the star,we're coming close to a coconut tree,
Coins filled in a barrel,
Call me the rich man on sea
Wanted to buy your integrity,
Suddenly,you've taken my birth right,
Lead us;the time is clapping for success,
You're the Psychologist speaking of our existence,
I'm the man who is theologically analysing our existence;
But we shouldn't fright for the same old story,
Look at the moon,it's now full,
I believe we're saved,
And of course,they are secured,
Some have stepped out of the ship,
We're still in here,
Crying everyday for my love one's makes me feel alone,
"Where are they",I seek always their whereabouts,
Escort me to the kingdom of death,
Take the bold step towards it's ruler,
Life is our prime pennant,and we won't swap it,
Soon we'll be lost under the equator,
Tomorrow is engaging today with pain and sweetness,
Wait,for I will serve everyone according to his or her goals,
Much wisdom,less talk;spoken with confidence,
This is your man,"THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE DAYS".
Form:
I’m on the inside looking out
No that’s not right … I’m on the outside looking in -
There I go unable to decide
Right I better start soul searching and analysing myself
Or I will never get this poem finished.
Self-reflection – I wonder if I am too
Preoccupied, just forever contemplating my naval and
Endlessly beating myself up at my inadequacies.
Clearly I need to get a grip on reality ….
Today would be an ideal time to do it!
Instead of ruminating and chewing over the fat I
Obsess at my faults and
Never give myself credit for things I do well.
Tongue in cheek write (I hope) for Introspection contest
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