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My world had the same aspects as my life.
Its spaces were roughly the size of a fine ship.
Its spirit was comparable to that of a wooden knife.
There are clouds and snow in the skies tied by a clip.
The motion of stars and galaxies in the universe
The elevators, rail lines, various planes, and donkeys.
A physical item rotates and returns to its source.
Our lives were full of topics that sought to address.
Witnessing people who lived long or short lives.
At the same time, the extent of people" s ideals differ.
The difficulty "who do I desire to be as I grow up?".
The unusual answer was, "I view to focus on myself."
I'm stumbling through the darkness of ignorance.
People never acquire this away from their life on Earth.
They leave nothing behind except for their voice.
And corpses are buried deep underground after death.
I've lived and smiled; I've had a life and laughed around it.
It is firm to return and unmake errors that we made.
My focus is on the unseen; the scope of people's lives deviates.
My memory of the 500,000 corpses will never fade.
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[“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”]
~o~
she was from another starry realm
where Heart heralds as the only balm
it governs all aspects of Soul’s demeanour
which meant she needed no fancy armour
there energy passing flashes flaming
creations new, filled with intoxicating dew
such purified liquidity imbues Infinity’s Grace
with guiltless, shameless, lubricating pace
visiting from a skytown where nothing faded
eyes, ears, skin, nose and tongue jaded
superfluous sense organs centuries shaded
Joy, only sublime sensation boldly braided
how could we assess filament of her Soul
we had not yet attained her station whole
mind was our playground, still the master
where little can blast ahead or go any faster
auras defined by progress through timelines
when viewed by ascended goddesses divine
sometimes cause wilt or withdrawal so sore
not understanding our love’s sullied impure
we meant no harm, she just seemed strange
her ambience Love had no earthly range
resting at point zero seemed colourless
we beamed it dreamy stream fathomless
~o~
What is a father? One might ask. He is a species that helps the female of that species to produce life of an offspring. And, after that, is supportive in the development of the offspring. This would be a formal definition. However, where the development of the offspring to the female becomes present, the supportive being is not often at times there. Therefore, the offspring and their mom are left to fend for themselves.
But this poem is about the supportive parent, namely the Father of the species. Who protects, loves, and cherishes its young. Now we have someone or species who has accepted their responsibility as a parent to that species. And does what is required. Fathers come in all aspects. They love, protect, and guide the offspring through to adulthood. Some take on the female's place through death or separation. Love and protection are always at the front of the relationship. The father shapes the offspring into becoming a replica of himself so that the offspring may know his/her place in the world. And reproduces as such.
Father's role is a great one. He is the head of the household for that species. His commands are great and should be followed to the letter. Our Lord put great demands on Fathers because they are the leaders. If you become a father, take great pride as one.
Mistakes will be made; no one is perfect. However, love and endurance will run the mile. If the offspring is lucky enough to have a guiding parent who loves and cherishes him, he has been blessed. Let us not forget the women in the role. A great father guides the women and the offspring. Life can be beautiful.
So, this Father's Day, love and cherish your women and your offspring. Show them every kindness under the sun. And keep them from harm.
Step Up, Rise Up, and take on the challenge of becoming a Father.
I write the saddest things just to see if I feel.
This is real
Depression
Repression
The world holds us back
Words on the attack
My imagination does not lack
Love hate
Different aspects of the same fate
Why it comes and goes so fast
Words that forever last
As times slowly creeps past
Then life's a blur
No heart pure
I love you, I hate you
Leaves one so blue
Hello is the beginning of a broken heart
Feeling miles apart
My crazy mind
Nowhere can I find
Something so kind
As no first kiss
Lonely, so much more bliss
Love at first sight
That is the start, of your first fight
Everywhere I see
wounded knee
Massacred heart
Scalped soul
Which be love goal
Bitter tears
Too many beers
Truthfully denying
To yourself you be lying
Spend your nights crying
Then go out and look for more pain
To increase loves stain
Was not once enough
Hearts are pretty tough
I stay alone
From what life has shown
You go back for more
Us smart ones done closed that door
Nailed our hearts to the floor
Now my crazy words come to an end
Got chores to tend
Autumn’s Kiss
The colors of autumn abound for all to see,
while the layers of fog spread gently over the fields,
and the fine wet teardrops weigh heavily on a spider's web,
making the spider's web dance with great joy.
Autumn comes around the corner by God’s eternal plan,
as Mother Nature brings her wondrous bundle of bright colors,
and as the Sun’s warm rays touch the leaves ever so gently,
making everything most radiant and brilliant.
The Sun’s warm rays begin to dissolve the layers of fog,
covering the fields for miles on end which are now spreading
out before the open eyes for all to see.
The last days of summer are now kissing gently and softly
the cheeks of the arriving autumn with a great expectation.
Enjoy this treasured time in between,
for every moment is such a precious God-given gift;
this must be done before the winter arrives,
with its long-dark nights and its cold-frozen days.
All of these marvelous seasonal aspects of Mother Nature,
Reflect a divine certitude and the ultimate power of Almighty
God’s cosmic plan and His omnipotent touch!
Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
October 22, 2016 (Free Verse)
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form.
Quote by Rumi
How could you abandon me at that time
A small innocent child, just a toddler
Blond hair, sky-blue eyes with mountains to climb
You couldn't know even if I would be a coddler
I might have spoiled you so, with fine treatment
How could you do such a horrible thing
Snuffed out your life, I could be your completement
Instead, I had many strange roads to wing
At least my childhood was a time of peace
Well, mostly, learning so many aspects
Of God's green earth, people and caprice
Of learning, of love, and of nature's affect
Suicide isn't a way out of depression
It leaves those left here with the big question
They fled their land to find safety
instead, they found
cruel life wherever they lived
They've lost everything
because they're that way
Their aspirations crumbled
and they lost all their aspirations.
Something I strive
to be among the shattered
in honor of the broken
Thinking about all tears that would be shed
their world caves over them
their optimism turned into terror.
I wish to be with splintered people
the face-to-face challenge, people
the unseen, unheard, uninvolved
The type who strives to lurk in shadows
couldn't you trust me?
Why do they need not be alone?
Why must they weep to sleep?
All hope is lost to them
only darkness prevails
Alas, act in a purely unfazed manner
not having everything handy
They attempt to comprehend.
leaving from one paycheck to another
cheering and clapping sans graceful motions.
They weep until their eyes dry.
entirely on their own,
they can only wish for brighter days.
when they could find solace
As their emotions hardened into stones.
I am neutral about skin color
or their perceived sin
or their need to be flawless to win
I start with sight and sound
despite aspects or ground
should never be, where they're found.
Modern stupidity in innocence
stupidly that shoves them to survive
Fair pretense and pure all
illuminating blind minds
Luminousness of noble ideals
may aid the underprivileged
or bless, the broken-hearted.
To heal their wounded souls
to bestow hope to the desperate
to promise salvation
to wipe away their tears.
I am overwhelmed by such a plight
who can grasp their insight?
or even sense being near the site
they may offer love I could not bestow.
Ultimately, we are all flawed
suffocating, we stagger
costumes and snob jokes
Victims of other people's poking
no one's heart is empty.
Complexity creeps into our minds
may rush if others approach
each unspoken and broken
For the sake of finding
excluded role hiding
cruel passion ridding
Need to see well where you're sitting?
Written: October 22, 2022
perspectives,
&beyond first impressions
moving images
notions,
found objects
refracting light
restless
shifting
silhouettes
incomplete structure
recesses in exteriors
informal
at
scaled
angles
or a
complete whole
nothing visible
pointless to
speculate
the lines of hopelessness
in a
downward
spiral
the emotive aspects
of a sense of place
everchanging
beyond telling
a special time
of intense interest
an intimate presence
unspoken
in a dedicated space
reflective profiles
circles in spectrums
of colour
distinctive
explorations
acquisitions of
legacies
all
motivations
of a
creative influence
upon
the curious heart
Life can be a struggle, but there's beauty in it too.
Think of the positive aspects, and you'll see that it is true.
We all have our downfalls, but we don't stay there forever.
Don't let anything or anyone keep you down. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
You have the strength within you, don't fill yourself with doubt.
It make take some time, but that's what building confidence is about.
You're in control of your own self, please keep that in mind.
Gather all those negative thoughts and kick it in the behind.
Once you do that, a new path will be in sight.
And once you stroll down it, you'll realize I'm right.
The time length of your ride shall remain unknown.
I suggest you use that time wisely, and not just sit there and groan.
Keep your head held high and be ecstatic of it all.
A positive mind set will get you through it, even when you fall.
My internal elevates beyond that shroud of hate.
The God internal has risen up objectively and subjectively within my conscience and subconscious state.
I worked for my shadow and confronted the defects to be aware of the concepts of my misguided delusions.
Spent significant time with a cognitive examination of my true identity to reveal which I had many confusions .
I honestly now see where I really had not the slightest clue as to see what I truly was, as others seen.
Then I connected with the internal God within myself and now an enlightened being .
I reset my path with the embodiment of aspects of the deamons that bestowed me with a central piece of mind .
I am working towards a better understanding of the things I educate and find .
For a conceptual conscience that's pure and clean with no more fear.
For I've seen what I had become inside my writings that are metaphorical pieces of mirror .
Each one reflects the reality I create and vibrate for my own clarity .
No longer will I speak of these things in acts of frailty .
I once went to far and got lost and I broke and died.
Never will I be cursed again like this cause I have now grown immensely inside .