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“You try to be faithful
And sometimes you're cruel.
You are mine. Then, you leave.
Without you, I can't cope."
Rumi
in the kingdom of love,
nothing is simple,
not even musings,
so tell me:
in your annoyance
do you still think of me
or am i just another
common cliché
in Rumi's philosophies
for cosmic connections,
must we be a
contradiction of circumstance
when our story has been sung
beyond the reach of stars,
so despite the dystopian demons,
i keep hope in the invisible
golden harp strings,
yet to compose our swansong
oh mistress of medusa
in splitting seasons,
when serpents spit venom,
your British horizon soul,
coupled with your
climate change heart,
procreate porcelain patience,
where rhythms of rage
lead to breathless silence,
but i never forget you
it can be tiresome
battling against
ebony lashes from
metaphorical daggers
when vertigo eyes
hunt for their prey
and i wonder if i
was at shooting distance
would you pull the
trigger to rip my
heart like shredding
secretive documents
but despite bonfire breaths,
my samurai spirit has
become immune to
momentary flames,
adopting a mermaid mind,
finding sanctuary in
deep waters until
the last ember dies,
as at the end of each storm,
when rainbows reappear,
i resurface upon your
ivory shores,
for what am i,
but a sea urchin and
you the empress of the sea,
so each time you are cruel,
i wait for the return of
tender gestures,
as i know it is your
veil of vulnerability
you hide from the world,
but in the intricacies of conflict,
i am still the moonlight
glowing upon your ripples,
as i know the code to
your handcrafted heart,
floating in wandering waves,
as you still ignite intimate spiritual
sparks of soothing sensuality,
so never abandon me - forever
in the imperfections of love,
in my abundance of flaws
i know you adore me
internally and externally,
for we are refuge and
safe haven for the broken,
like a masterpiece of
alliterative adjectives
glowing like gems
in topaz textures upon
mookaite mosaics
I know I'm no
Leonardo Di Caprio,
I've never been as
romantic as Romeo,
so love me for
what I am today,
I am not your past
of wasted sunsets,
so ascend with me like
tomorrow's sunrise
Strange how everything evolves except love.
It just comes in one sweet, fleeting flavor-
Hate and destruction have evolved.
We went from clubs, bow and arrow
to a fetish for nuclear diseases.
If love had evolved, missiles would sleep in their rattlesnake dens.
Howitzers would become flower gardens.
Black words would reverse course.
Before having intercourse with hate and death.
We're a harsh species, an eight-eyed tumor on fire.
A species on the precipice of self-extinction.
Many are wants -demands -desires.
Instant gratification at our soft fingertips.
Patience and empathy once calloused into the psyche.
Are now mere inconvenience and annoyance,
An open wound on the genitalia of ego
A sterile afterthought.
Hate has evolved into:
The continuous rape of society.
Beheadings have become blasé.
Bloody brooks, streams, and wounded knees.
Poison heavy metal clouds and plutonium ponds.
Strange how everything evolves except love.
It comes in one sweet-fleeting flavor.
July 8 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 31
Key Verse – Proverbs 31:30 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR INSTILLING IN ME REVERENTIAL FEAR
Thank You for instilling in me reverential fear through Your holiness
According to your justifying righteousness
Despite my tendency toward sinfulness…
Please forgive me of confessed filthiness.
Thank You for instilling in me reverential fear through Your perfection
According to your cleansing sanctification
Despite my weakness toward corruption…
Please correct me from committed abomination.
Thank You for instilling in me reverential fear through Your wisdom
According to your teaching freedom
Despite my craving toward stardom…
Please guard me against attacking boredom.
Thank You for instilling in me reverential fear through Your light
According to your illumining insight
Despite my vision-deficiency toward blinking vanity-delight…
Please direct me, checking any jeopardizing perspective-blight.
Thank You for instilling in me reverential fear through Your deliverance
According to your upholding salvation-assurance
Despite my pride toward selfishness-annoyance…
Please shield me against gripping carnal arrogance.
Thank You for instilling in me reverential fear through Your leadership
According to your loving redemption-relationship
Despite my compromise toward worldly partnership…
Please make me avoid alluring vain virtual friendship.
Thank You for instilling in me reverential fear through Your mercy
According to your faith-anchoring fervency
Despite my doubts toward stewardship-leniency…
Please help me overcome terrifying unbelief-persistency.
June 8, 2022
Written By:
Traducir Al Spaniel'
A.K.A El Alborotado
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To support all of this emotion
to take everything in stride
to up lift to and to encourage
put all that doubt and envy aside
how can go on saying
when so many want me o fail
hold my head up and keep on stibing
hoping one day I would prevail
Keep me grooving to the music
gone darling do your thang
breakfast was so delicious
Darling you treat me like a King
about yesterday I apologize
but don't keep doing that sorta thing
Your Ole man
started hushing
stopped talking when I came around
he get up when I started sitting
acting like he didn't want me around
his actions both subtle and overt
had an impact on everything
made me feel like ah fifth wheel
put a dark cloud on everything
got mad and started cussin
that's not a nice or respectful thing
got in the way of our performance
putting a damper on everything
now I'm ah red eyed stranger
a tear drop fell in my beer
all that cussin and fussin
is such annoyance
it put's ah damper on everything
Were I enamored by a pleasant fragrance,
like a magnet, I would draw sniffers to me.
If I were covered with filth, I would draw flies.
A profaned loud mouth would draw angry ears.
A childhood friend drew many girls to himself.
On the other hand, they showed no interest in me.
I inquired of him a reason for the difference.
He said, "Some guys have it; some guys don't".
To my annoyance, he never said what he had.
And I only knew that I did not have 'it'.
I think 'it' was some innate magnetism.
Perhaps he had no idea what 'it' was.
I only knew that magnetism was inside of him.
He didn't put 'it' there and couldn't give 'it' to me.
101222PSCtest, Our Innate Magnetism.
Unseeking Seeker
Sheesh! I think there are ANTS IN MY PANTS! The strange kid yelled.
The rest of us started laughing like our HEARTS were going to fall out.
Her annoyance tickled us, she had not been invited, and was not welcome.
We were thirteen, and a mighty group of three. Not four.
SORRY! I apologized. No POKER face, so she probably knew I was lying.
There would be big TROUBLE for me though if her mealy mouth
mama came after mine.
We were distantly related through an OLD MAID aunt,
which does not make sense either.
GUESS WHO would call my mother if I didn’t start back pedaling here?
So I began to grovel. It’s not funny! I said. Then I asked her if she was okay.
She was the weirdest kid LIFE could have coughed up,
and where did she land?
Ha! In my friendship circle, and it was pure AGGRAVATION.
Don’t get MAD I said, insincerely.
I have to GO FISH, my friend Jacque said.
She could not stop laughing as she left.
You don’t have a MONOPOLY on fishing!
Patty yelled after her. They were competitive.
“Did you set this MOUSETRAP?” My mother hollered from somewhere below us.
Mousetraps were TABOO at our house,
with a four-year-old around.
“No, Dad set it!” I yelled.
Knowing he was going to get IT now.
Did you want to play? The strange kid asked us.
We pretended CONCENTRATION, and played a few hands,
just to let her think we liked her.
She was snarly and grumpy, and still dancing around, scratching herself.
No POKER face either.
Written 3-4-2019
Contest: Anyone Game?
Sponsor: Carol Connell
6/12/17
Choices
You either make them or don't, during the voyage
Choices
May lead to success or disappointments
Choices
That are wise or pointless
Choices
Made yourself or from being influenced by other voices
Choices
Full of enjoyment or continual annoyance
Choices
Carried out near and far from antidotes or poisons
Choices
Made with or without coin flips
Choices
Involving similar or different poises
Choices
Made in and outside of places of employment
Choices
Whether or not involving beliefs or anointments
Choices
Toward prosperity or going down the toilet
Choices
Aren't made if you continue avoidance
Choices
Of minor to major importance
Choices
Regardless of if it is with fortunes
I'm scared to walk alone
Down the bloody street of this warzone
Everyone slumps and groans
And fall into their death, all still alone
I can feel their pain
Suffering on their face is plain
There's a risk of rain
To wash away them all, and I'm still alone
My lover twists beneath the paranoia
All my friends cringe at the thought of annoyance
It's building, soon the bombs will start their seance
Til then I smile alone
Corpses in red tape
Victims of the desire of escape
Crowds with mouths agape
Stare and feel nothing, all so alone
Smoke's filling the air
Drugs and arson together help them bear
The pain but they don't care
Who all has to die, crying alone
My best friend and I sit with the fan going
Remembering brighter days with the wind blowing
With every day, the flow of dreams keeps slowing
Til we're left all alone
So scared to walk alone
Not afraid to die, but to be known
As the voice behind the phone
When I say I'm sick of being alone
Peace without a piercing police
Pictures partial pressure from Pilate
But when problem post players on duty
Then true disciples' hearts show beauty
I become a burning offering in the hand of fiery furnace
In close proximity to my unaccountable sternness
Behind the need of my annoyance is His deviance from humans' eyes' acquaintance
To a nailed abundance in availability cum anytime, my Blessed Assurance
Scary tale of my untold challenge among Noble
If I tell to all ears probably would have get me ennoble
But firstly I charge my lips against the snitch
Cool and calm with foaming wounds so hard to stitch
Yet, I am surrounded by vicious darling beasts
Standing despite known of the power in the name of the Holy Priest of priests
Sure spirit alert in Him and all wonders done yet Judas fear not such act
As unknown to him let it be to mine he is making brio protract
Pointless view as background of checkmate
To the ego that boost enemies' pride of hate
Is the energy calling unto love to rise
And act accordingly without staging any deceitful eye
But all in all, I know the perished adorable one
Will still not count it a grace rather make out only fun
Let s/he be known for the agony of h/her plot
That the chart fits perfectly a good turnaround lot
Violence keep up pace with peace in silent trouble
Yet, with smile everyone dines as brothers for cheers to double
Lest relationship becomes a rubbling affair
Running in a circle of lifeless concern less occupied to repair
The mighty giant's warfare up against benevolence
With piercing heart, pure eyes viewing violence
Without hesitation I call, on the Name of the Lord.
I know He saves; for my prayer, won’t be ignored.
Praise be to the Name of Jesus
For through it, world becomes no bonus
To deceitfulness in particular of Satan
That all one by one would become an aten
What more to attribute great CHEAT to the heavenly Judas ever live
In his allusive acts, pleasing canal; ever active
Save us from all form of deceitfulness with heart
That fallacy stopped by to be not seen an art
Amen!
There was a feathered quill in Shakespeare's hand
then he dipped the nib of his pen into a bit of ink
That's how poetry was written, verses poetically grand
Today, artificial poets use AI and it's causing a stink
Humans who would do such a thing must be a bit lazy
There can be no accomplishment in calling it their own
It's spreading like a virus, driving genuine poets crazy
An annoyance, giving reason to complain and bemoan
When accusing fingers point, they "deny, deny, deny"
Accepting kudos and congrats from members in the group
It's lowered the value of poetry and things are awry
since AI users post Mr. Robot's technology in the Soup
Shakespeare would be filled with contempt and disdain
"It's a bane to the community and something to bewail
Accepting AI as real poetry is as ridiculous as it is profane!"
That's what he would say, and then, "I have need of ale!"