Long Avoidance Poems
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Imprisoned
PART 6
Both love and hate, desire and indifference become blinded, blinded by their very nature, for they only see, only project onto the screens of life, experiences from which their essence is distilled or enhanced by one’s psyche and their very nature / nurture, love sees through the heart’s prism, hate looks at the world through the soot and ashes of pain, desire, inspired by the glow of passion and indifference is the shadows of shallow, cold avoidance to life of and for .
How do one escape from the grips of love’s talons ?
How do one live with the knowledge there is no love for you ?
How do one stop one’s self from hanging on to the middle
ground ?, _ always reaching up to meet – when the obvious is !. that there is little to no compromising and the Lady, will never reach down and touch the middle ground, for this man is beneath her evaluation, her expectation, her social station, economically and educationally .
The bottom line is – Beauty will always live on in my heart in my dreams – regardless !
B. J. “A” 2
November 16h 2008
February 26 Scripture Meditations Based on 1Samuel 9-12
Key Verse – 1Samuel 9:16 … I have looked upon my people, because their cry is come unto me.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LOOKING UPON ME
Thank You for looking upon me with Your mercy
Because my cry is come unto You begging for clemency
Keep me please in Your satisfaction’s sufficiency
For me to focus on eternal pursuits, not on temporal endeavour’s urgency.
Thank You for looking upon me with Your compassion
Because my love for You is tested against strength of full devotion
Keep me please in Your concern’s protection
For me to visualize fruitful charity through scriptural vision.
Thank You for looking upon me with Your kindness
Because my trust in you is wavering along doubtfulness
Keep me please in Your Word’s faithfulness
For me to see abounding service-opportunities filled with heavenly worthiness.
Thank You for looking upon me with Your understanding
Because my knowledge of You is limited midst revelation’s unfolding
Keep me please in Your wisdom’s bonding
For me to view divine glory upon salvation-standing.
Thank You for looking upon me with Your guidance
Because my delight in You is in need of attendance
Keep me please in Your grace-abundance
For me to behold effective stewardship against diligence-avoidance.
Thank You for looking upon me with Your covenant
Because my vow toward You is fruitless being stagnant
Keep me please in Your pardon’s presence, righteously dominant
For me to expect powerful revival subduing pride so repugnant.
February 26, 2022
I am a human being
And we are survivors by nature ...
Everyone we meet is fighting a battle of some kind
And life itself
For each of us
Is a series of battles ...
To be able to draw breath each day
To be able to widen our eyes to a new morn and face it head-on
To be able to move, work, learn, love, fight, and even play
Is to be a survivor.
This world places conflicts in our path
Forces us to face our fears
Makes us strive to overcome and develop on a daily basis ...
Even love itself is combat
An intense combat between the heart and the mind
And it's one that takes no prisoners.
We are all bruised by these skirmishes in life
We all carry deep scars, visible and not
We are all shell-shocked by the trials and relationships we struggle with
And some of us
Like me
Make things even MORE difficult ...
Some of us end up abusing ourselves
On top of all the OTHER hostilities the world sends our way
(As if those aren't enough) ...
Yes, I am a survivor, by default
Just by being a part of the Human Race
But the worst thing I have had to survive
Is MYSELF ...
I spent over 30 years
Putting poisons into my body that I KNEW were killing me
Creating a battleground that stopped my heart and nearly claimed my life
Inflicting wounds upon myself, (and those I loved), that were invisible
But that were deeper than any other I had known or imagined
With a blade as sharp and insidious as any sword
And oh, so deftly wielded ...
I became an expert with that blade
And I cleaved every precious thing from my existence, just so ...
One-by-one, I thrust the dagger deep, and twisted
My job, my house and comforts, my marriage, my family, and even my health
Every and each, run clean through and hewn from the tree of success
All for the sake of a substance and a feeling
All for a two-faced demon called "Euphoria"
And an escape from reality and pain.
Yes, I am a survivor
But I am NOT proud of it
Because it was a war I created on my own
And a battle I never needed to fight
A battle of avoidance
And insanity.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "I'm A Survivor Poetry Contest", Julie Rodeheaver, Judge & Sponsor.
Pulled together
by a magnetic avoidance of loneliness,
fueled by an insatiable ardor
to evade a shortage of love.
Mutually splintered souls searching
for a place to embed and
implement a façade which conceals
mutilated minds.
Spurious attempts to disarm
the timebomb which is his mouth.
Futile efforts to escape
a mental cage
inflicting frightening fingerprints
on a shatter-able soul.
Cautionary writings on the walls
of his guise,
demanding subservient devotion.
Loud lashings from his slick tongue,
contradicting confessions of love and hate,
whilst ransacking an insubordinate mouth,
by extorting an opening through
quivering lips.
Transient,
insincere apologies
fall on deaf ears,
between briny tears plunging
down an anguished face,
debunking the reverie
that this is how love
is meant to taste.
A dismaying omen
predicting the dawn
of the end,
disguised as a single round, white dose
of insentience
aggressively shoved down
through tortured glottal wails.
Convulsive crying gives way
to comatose disposition,
displayed on a cold cement altar -
a sacrificial lamb laid out
for torturous vindication
of his deprived need
to strip of honor,
by forcibly desecrating
incontestable,
incapacitated remains.
An ungainly desperate last resort -
running with lead-like legs from a known enemy.
Flashes of head- lights and white painted lines,
don’t hinder a final attempt
at liberation or eternal rest.
Flashes of cold, dim swells of pain,
preferred,
over the clinging clutches of oppressive
maniacal hands,
lunging at the opportunity to subdue.
A harsh awakening -
in his lair.
A morning after like no other.
Hues of black and blue on
pale, dehydrated dermal layers,
serve as confirmation
of an undeniable recollection
of hair-raising anamnesis.
Painful retrospection
inciting an unrelenting
concluding confrontation -
never again
the victim will I be.
Soon as I feel the pain I notice my avoidance
I want something but I’m afraid I’m not sure what I’m doing
I can’t force you off my mind but I think your better off if I make myself the bad guy
Dissatisfied with my choices but I still keep going
You come across my mind again and I starting asking myself why..
When I had a touch of everything I had wanted
I just had to make myself the bad guy
I noticed I was going to hurt you if I stayed
Not intentionally but because I wasn’t grounded and still finding my way
I think about it all night and when I’m busy in the day
I hope someday I can make up for being the bad guy
That’s just something I say to ease my mind from the knowing thoughts that youl move on and find someone who will get what I desired
I wasn’t ready for you but i couldn’t hurt you
A battle I didn’t want to bring you into, I thought I had it handled
I didn’t think you’d love me but I started to believe it
Then I fell for you and I never felt so steady
How could I let that go, something il always regret , I just tell myself “it was for his better”
Crushing me cause I’d grow back cold and you were my sweater
I’d just pretend I didn’t feel it, I’d grown numb to cold weather
But that’s how I noticed you inspired me to see better
That was when i realized I could feel again
But you were right I wasn’t ready but I wanted to make amends
I didn’t fight , nor did I defend cause you were right
I didn’t want to hurt you so I pulled back as you pulled tight
I’m feeling the cold creep back in as the chills start to settle
I have a better version but she was lost in the cold weather
Growing even colder than chilling metal
Id lose you when you fell for me, and I wasn't vulnerable
In my story you’ll always be so honorable
Sometimes my mental can tell me a lie
Why did I have to make myself the bad guy
???????????????
You don't go looking for a bicycle
And bring home a truck.
Nor looking for soap
A bucket of muck.
If looking for a rose
You bring home a cactus
You might want to ask yourself
"Why must I act thus?"
Love is as particular
As hot, as a lightning strike
It chooses it's path and avoidance
Grounding itself by the path most liked.
Choose not the dressing
Though we wear thoughts on a sleeve
Choose neither the casing
Least time make you leave.
Find those traits
That combine just so
Choosing your battleground
Loneliness, your foe.
When you know what you seek
What you want, what you need
You'll set aside gems
In your search, and be freed.
If looking for a truck
A bike won't make the cut.
A cactus won't become a rose
There's more road, less rut.
I thought love was a commodity
And all love, all fire, the same
Until I knew what I wanted
Only then burst I aflame.
I arrived without clothes or fears at birth
but wore both within one year on earth;
in a crib, my self-esteem doubt blistered.
Since my initial vocal and mobile phase,
I played avoidance to eliminate critical
corrections that felt like imbecile rejections.
For two decades my fears fed anxieties
over disciplined, quick tempered males who
like my dedicated paternal man, could voice
wither my core sheaves in ‘less than’ wisps.
It took fifty rough years of soul aviation,
plus my faith’s aimed navigation thru
brutal life trajectories, to remind me
I have always been the perfect me blend.
Just here ‘till home again and fear’s but
an acronym: ‘false evidence appearing real.’
I am uniquely valuable, confident enabled
and I daily fear shed but, well – maybe I
should pen about bungee jumping instead?
... CayCay
September 16, 2019
I’m left thinking why’d I bother treating some I’ve met proper they take then its forgotten one day it all turns rotten, what’s with them both men and women, don’t communicate explanations, hide like a lunatic need investigation, we were once great friends now it’s avoidance I guess mates end to my annoyance and frustration as I cannot trace them see faces or replace them, were we ever great friends when damage deepens and displaces creating space with ease, links free up and paths release, alive but deceased, memories of many remain now masquerading as pain, guess people change grow estranged nothing stays the same, but with new should I do it again help when they strain, entertain plenty watch it empty with stains, cus I hate seeing him or her when it’s not, so why bother
With Your granted strength that’s indeed proven
Along Your might, making me faith-driven
To do Your will thru Your power given
Lord, enable me in my task-haven!
With Your Word for my constant instruction
Along Your truth, counsel and exhortation
To live for Your glory midst corruption
Lord, enable me to fight deception!
With Your grace blessing my progress-stages
Along Your mercy for favored changes
To see Your hand thru revival-surges
Lord, enable me in my challenges!
With Your help* for my spirituality
Along Your holiness bracing purity
To shine in Your righteous authority
Lord, enable me flee from vanity!
With Your presence for my sincere worship
Along Your joy in prayer-fellowship
To trust Your heart with Your loving kingship
Lord, enable me in my stewardship.
With Your standard that ensures fruitfulness
Along Your reward for earnest faithfulness
To work in Your vineyard with eagerness
Lord, enable me to serve midst weakness.
With Your direction from sin-avoidance
Along Your guarding against arrogance
To exalt Your name with praise-dominance
Lord, enable me in my performance!
*Psalm 109:26 Help me, O LORD my God: O save me according to thy mercy
August 10, 2018
Nationalism,
nation supremacy,
rooted in competing patriarchal capital rivalries,
is entirely incompatible with EarthPatriotism
rooted in loyalty to cooperatively healthy matriotism
Wherever MotherEarth may yet be healthy climate rediscovered
in sensory input and outputs of a child
unbound breathing in enculturing good humor
Still fully awake
meaning much more than not yet dead,
Embracing Earth's Paradise found
means far more than ending homelessness,
bareness,
hopelessness,
For restoring cooperative peace
more than competing retributive-avoidance models
for justice as invoking a fee
and loss of freedom punishments
while preaching skills in anger and depression management,
but silent about happiness and compassion cooperative ownership.
Competition in nationalism,
whether white
against pink,
royal purple
against ultra-violet feminist,
even green
against black and brown prejudice,
each autonomously anti-ecological nationalistic stew
when we simmer down
into non-violent communication
of spatial Here
with temporal Now,
Competing FirstChoice nation-states
miss golden global opportunities
to embrace healthier polycultural outcomes
of multicultural cooperative grace,
polypathic WinWin karma,
polyphonic musing face
of Earth's well-timed expansive soul
revolving space
A healthy organic way to speak
and think
and feel as a day and night revolving child
naturally embracing WinWin
co-redeeming spiritual ecopolitics.
Violent competitions,
mutual abuse and neglect,
between ZeroZone sacred nations
are antithetical to cooperative conversations,
planning and nature development,
in EarthTribe non-violent WinWin communication
CoArising nighttime dreamscape melodies,
non-conspiring feeling peacefully immunized
against conspiracy theories
playing WinLose roles
embracing evolutionary predative jihad anxieties,
risks to bully or become bullied by chaotic capital climates
and internal bicameral storms,
nightmare feelings nauseously disassociating inside from outside,
ego against eco,
concave overbearing convex,
ZeroZone soul ignoring OneZone body's primal needs and feelings,
Right bipolar conflicting Left dipolar co-arising
EarthSoul Health integrity
prefers co-reflecting
4-SpaceTime Revolutionary Boson Models--
opaquely expanding DNA-structured splendor.