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Jellyfish is the stinging kind,
it is found in droves
on our crowded beaches...
any little sting can drive anyone wild.
Yes, they are spineless, mordant and gelitous...
being closed watched by large gulls with a hungry palate,
but are chased away by dogs so ferocious;
I'm wondering how they will look and taste on my plate!
And still curious kids scoop them with plastic sand-shovels
and try to save them by dropping them in water-filled buckets,
running with excitement...ignoring the screams of their moms,
and they yell, " Put them down, they will sting you more than once!"
O jellyfishes, don't be vicious...we love you like shell-fish,
if you could talk, your bizarre conduct won't be misunderstood by many!
Is the water so polluted and infested with sharks that you flee from the sea,
or are the fishermen so angry for wasted time on a worthless catch?
Many years of ups and downs to speak of
Yet together, never a sunset seen
Day turns into night, hate turns into love
Sinners into angels, sheets in between.
In between the sheets, magic created
The ecstasy, fueling the desire
Our deep love physically translated
The passion setting our souls on fire
Souls on fire, fueled by angry words
Which seem to disappear with every stare
Always hovering in our minds like birds
Trying to distract us from what we share.
What we share is the longing for the day
Hovered birds turn to doves and fly away
6/14/2017
collaborated with Alexis Smith
What do you dote on?
Who do you dote with, if anyone?
"Dote" is an old-time word for ruminate,
to dwell on and within,
to become absorbed by and with.
Then there is also "antidote".
Let's imagine that our massive events and entertainment media
were to merge into an eventertainment industry,
hypnotised and hypnotising
to dote on negative alarming events
in which we pathologize ourselves and others
victims in some intensely dissonant way,
suffering anthro-doting mis-creations
not yet present when multimedia creator god
looked and saw that we should
could
would prefer to smell and look and feel good,
or at least better.
This way of empathizing with vicarious others
stepping into our co-awareness of emotive/cognitive humanity,
discovering both my and our darker
fear and anger identities
as victims of eco-political anti-dotage abuse and neglect,
trauma and terrifying apathy
Doting on dissociation from negative disvalues
against organic life
and sacred love
may also co-arise associative antidotes
Reverent wonder and revered awe
recovering sacred integrity
rediscovering organic synergy
uncovering frightening and angry dotage antidotes
Peace restoring
empowering multi-mediating gods and goddesses
hunting healthy ways
and gathering wealthy means
for images
made of childhood daydreams
Curious and courageous stories
fracturing fearful crevices and angry cracks
anti-doting peaceful healing justice
fragrant with lemon-scented mercy,
lavender of love's promise
in four-dimensional fully organic spectral color
following outlines of days when healthy therapeutic news was sunrise good
and sunset bad,
but all agreed,
normatively good was green below with blue above
in yellow light
from which we came to champion dote through each night
or free of fear day bright.
If we are victim doters
then antidoting virtuous too
to see full color stretching identities
of me through organic you
within each of time's regeneratively bilateral antidotes,
both victim and larger self-potentiating virtues,
curiously co-redemptive powers
cooperating our more positive psychology,
evaporating our too negative multi-unmediated dotage,
ruminating our wiser win/win experiments together,
amply covered by pronoia's poetic
non licentious license.
I have loved more deeply than ever I thought possible
Fairy tales are not true
And happy ever afters rarely occur
I have made my life more difficult
Then it ever had to be
But it was made more interesting for the errors I have made
If there ever comes an accounting of the mistakes I have rendered
I will be buried by them
But there is only one single regret
And though I know I have been forgiven for it
I do not think I will ever forgive myself
I look into those beautiful intelligent brown eyes
That I have helped to create
And see love and forgiveness
Always forgiveness and I do not deserve it
But I accept it as the gift that it is
And I hold onto you
The only thing I know is real
In a world of angry faces and words that can rip a person to pieces
You are my beacon of light
No matter how reluctant you are to shine
The ocean beast leaps forward,
Then slinks back, lying in wait.
It tosses its billowy mane, and,
With a snarl, springs up and pounces
On the slippery black rocks of the jetty,
Frothing at the mouth and
Pawing at the slick wet stones,
Sending a shower of salty spray
And spume foaming over the seawall,
Drenching the cars creeping by
And the slicker-clad pedestrians.
The sea, raging in its fury,
Reaches me in that secret place
Where anger and frustration dwell.
I stand on the shifting sand,
Wave my fist and shout into the wind,
And the untamed wildness shakes out
My carefully tended hurts and slights
And tears open scarcely mended wounds,
Washing them clean with antiseptic
Sea and salt and sound and sight.
Tomorrow my wayward thoughts,
Just like the beach, will be swept clean.
The sea no more an angry beast!
A newborn day will find the bitterness
Dissolved in early mists of morn,
And my spirit once more lightened,
Free from petty gripes and fears!
The sea will sparkle in the rising sun
That glitters, dancing, on the waves.
And, deep within, there will be peace.
Something's coming
Something's already here
It's been around for billions of years
In the far reaches of Antarctica
Something dormant has been found
Like humans always do, we will prod to see if it will make a sound!!!!!!!!
See the clock face, watch the second hand
We think that we control time in all our lands!
Soon time will have no meaning; the seconds will not stop the bleeding
You see,
Something's coming because we've pushed too far
Something's grumbling because we lit the darkest part
Something's angry because we interfered with its place in time
One step too many could erase humankind
Vengeful spirits are the most powerful ghosts
the ghost story reader says to the slumber party girls.
Amy's poltergeist gets angry and pulls a curtain down
It lands on the dog’s head
The dog yelps.
Vengeful spirits' energy is fueled by intense emotions
such as anger, hatred, or a thirst for revenge
Poltergeist is infuriated now
She turns into a whirlwind
Cups and saucers fly out of the cabinets
winging themselves at the family and guest's heads.
There is shrieking and running
Poltergeist feels a bit satisfied.
Demons are the most dangerous of all, the reader says.
They are aggressive and attack humans more than other ghost.
Enraged, Poltergeist begins an all out war in the house.
I know who won, I WON!
This 2024 election has brought trauma, drama, disgrace, disrespect, division, relief, joy, confusion, laughter, tears, smiles and so many mixed emotions.
People are happy he won, people are rejoicing, celebrating, relieved. People are smiling, excited and gloating.
People are sad, distraught, disappointed. People are mad, angry and frustrated. People are hurt, fearful, unhappy and uncertain, all because of who won and who didn’t.
To me, I WON, because I KNOW God!
I won because God is my Provider, not no man, momma, husband or job.
I won because I Trust God. What happened to “In God we trust?”
I won because I have FAITH. Yes, Faith over Fear.
What happened to your faith? Why is your faith wavering? Why are you fearful?
The Bible says, “Do not fear NO man, but fear God.”
I won because God is my Shield and my Protector.
I won because I’m Wealthy by God’s riches.
I won because I Believe.
I won because I am Loved by The Most Highest.
I won because the Lord is my Light and my Salvation.
People let this election dampen their spirit, darken their mood and dim their light, but not me. My light will forever shine bright, regardless of people, life circumstances or situations. For Jesus is My Light, therefore, I have the Light and I have the Power.
Come let Jesus be your light, for Jesus is the way, the truth and the life.
The enemy wants you to be scared, worried and unsure. He wants you to fear. But I say to you today, restore and reset. Restore your smile, revamp, regroup and regain control of your thoughts. Instead of thinking and focusing on all that could go wrong, change your mindset and keep your mind focused on God.
For all things, TRUST God, fear nothing or no one, for God is the Only One in control.
And yes, I know who won, I WON!
I won because I have the Victory, I claim the Victory, I am the Victory. Do you not know Colette means Victorious?
I am the Victorious One. With that being said, my name in itself won!
The immortal heart of blackness stained
With scarlet blood, the mortals bane
Wicked teeth of ivory sharp as steel
Mouth hungry for an innocent meal
The strength of Demons bound in his arms
A young lassie lost to his charms
Face raised to heaven, neck facing hell
His bite ecstasy and pain as well
Then a flashing spark, an angry cry
He jerks away as skin is fried
Beguiling lips not with lust aflame
But on fire just the same
For by her father when she was born
Blessed and given into God's arms
Trusted to his care in faithfulness
God bestowed this power to the lass
Her blood will burn if stolen from her veins
And so we turn to look again
We see the unholy leech on fire
No longer eternal but ash entire
Party Loudly
(and hats that fit badly)
The comments of strangers,
passers-by on the street,
people that matter very little,
or even not at all.
Effect the outcome of our lives,
in ways we have no idea...
yet, how to feel.
Some smile and say hello,
some say good by and done.
Others, want something from you,
that you are perhaps unwilling to give.
Maybe you should not at all
entertain the company,
of the possible,
takers,
and makers,
of chaos.
Wanting-ly grabing center stage,
when they were only asked to the party,
out of courtesy or even chance.
Not because all are not welcome,
some simply partake more of others,
than is their due,
in public,
or in private,
to others,
or alone.
Do not drink too much,
do not be(e) too silly,
and avoid the sting.
Be safe,
not sorry in the end.
Covet-tess friends,
angry assistants,
jealous co-workers,
seeking openings to advance,
by chance,
your demise.
The road home will thank you,
and so will the mothers,
of all the children,
that will make it home,
because you made...
all the right choices,
for the old year,
while welcoming in...
The New.
Amen.