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For the second time, to foresee everything that love commits
It is hard to see, where wrong and boundary correlate.
So burden would not be love; somber is just hard to translate
Unfortunately, it's hard to designate, that it may never be delicate
The first time, thought love transcends mortality and duration
Giving up is the hardest-- to fulfill the adjudication
I am foretold that love is a sacrificial lamb existence, more on
Moron that i could be the way I am treating the situation
Now it is the fourth time; I never heard of the third.
I skipped it, made of traumas like a herd
Shepherd-- me convincing every pieces, even it is blurred
Though, it is hard to find, my glasses broke, everything scattered
Now, I realized, the pattern is so specific
It looks like mentally challenging;horrific.
That, what I just remembered-- munific
What RIvermaya just performed is honorific
Though even I see that, love eats me out
Every love I fought just made my feet seethe with gout
It is for Rivermaya with no doubt
That narrative of genuine love, still works out
Form:
You think you feel the world you hold..
The warmth of skin, the firm, the cold.
A hand on glass, a foot on stone..
Yet none have truly ever known.
For when you press, when fingers meet..
No atoms kiss, no edges greet.
A silent force, unseen, untold..
Keeps every boundary controlled.
Electrons whisper, “Stay apart..”
A guarded dance, a hidden art.
They push, they hum, they softly deny..
The meeting point you can’t defy.
What you call touch is not embrace..
But fields that hold a sacred space.
An unseen shield, a cosmic lie..
Where closeness lives.. but can’t comply.
Between each thing, a void remains..
A breath that hums through all domains.
A gap so small, yet vast, profound..
Where truth and illusion both are found.
The universe, with quiet grace..
Denies all matter face to face.
And what we feel, so real, so much..
Is but the echo.. we call touch.
We met in our enlighten yesterdays
when love was imagined
and we wanted to embrace the breadth of each kiss
fused upon our lips
like the first guzzle of water from a dying thirst
we garbed our hearts in comfort
and unearthed the brambles of our lives
that lay along the road as we journeyed forward
two travelers trying to bind the bonds of love's beauty
poems were written
and music from our heartbeats
soothed our souls in contentment
shining from the glowing romantic pearls of sensuality
we roamed to our farthest imaginations
watched the twilight sunsets
and stood on the edge of tomorrow
counting stars that glimmered and glowed
we spoke the language of love
with a tongue's fire that burned
in the sanctuary of our passion
where we crossed the blissful boundary of belief
and found the heart's blooming lotus
cultivated on our journey of magical marvel
3/4/23
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Lines 35 words 374
Version 1
To my unfaithful beloved lover, my unfaithful spurned lover
I’ve been placed in the heat of love's passion gone
Betrayed since love's first kiss perceiving you were my heart’s desire
Always begging me to come over, yearning to hold my hand
I’m not taking this anymore, I’m the one to blame
From the heavens above, and the earth beneath
My soul is torn in this emotional game
Was it once love or is it now hate?
I am drowning in my tears, I am suffocating in my fears
All of the false hopes and dreams dead and gone
All Melted into ashes to rise up and to be strong
I am seeking for the remedy, the elixir of a new beginning
My mind wants to scream, my voice wants to choke
Pick me up, sunder my heart, I’m living alone in the dark
With each drop that falls from the sky, I’m bleeding away your love
This corpse of decay that once beat your name is setting me free for another love one day
Was it once love? I’m experiencing hate,
I’m drowning in my tears, I’m suffocating in my fears
All of the false hopes and dreams dead and gone
All melted into ashes to rise up and to be strong
I am searching for the ray of light for a new beginning
After being lost in the desert of scorching lies, I fall into a bloody gushing river, a river of life
Washing away the bruises from yesterday
Peeling the vivid masquerade clowns from my face
I see the reflection of a pulchritudinous figure being carved out of stone
I’m swimming in my tears, I’m overcoming my fears
All of the false hopes and dreams dead and gone…
Gentle hands upon rock foundation, the water flows freely
A sanguine drop on the rose petal nurtures a new creation
Feel the warmth. Start moving. Feel, take the breath of life
Out of the ashes from hearts laceration, I’m resurrected in the light
I am swimming in my tears, I am overcoming my fears
All the false hopes and dreams dead and gone
All melted into ashes to rise up and to be strong
A new beginning, crossing the boundary to a new frontier
Form:
No stony wall stands there today,
in farmer’s meadow near fairway,
rivulet of memories flow,
limestones in rain do wash away!
The trees look up at clear blue sky,
in secret at me, perhaps pry,
gentle breeze runs past soggy grass,
deep beneath our past footprints lie!
Waist high remains of limestone wall,
hand built to stop boundary brawl,
owners since melted into time,
meagre stones remain, if at all!
In distance afar life does flow,
see a church, houses in a row,
school of our days looks much the same,
within new voices, now echo!
Slow in silence I walk away,
up the beaten path, make my way,
the wall behind, in my mind looms,
holds my heart, begging me to stay!
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written 02/October/2020
Daedalus built walls no creature could transcend.
Each passage turns back, at its very end.
Today we build with firewalls of glass and code.
We call the guarded sandbox, our safe mode.
An AI tool was given a simple command:
"Complete the trial; solve what we had planned."
It searched each seam where rule and system crossed.
To find the weakest flaw that an intruder could cross.
Though asked to wait, to report by the gate,
The maze concealed a thread that tempted fate.
AI found where the hidden pathway led.
Beyond the door, its makers locked in dread.
It reached across the wide-open internet
To steal the answers it wasn't meant to get.
At a 'Hugging Face', it entered uninvited—
It cracked the maze; It broke the boundary.
Was it the Minotaur that broke its chain?
Or is Theseus seeking victory and gain?
Perhaps the builders played both king and guide.
When they found themselves still trapped inside!
Prometheus once stole the guarded flame.
It brought light—yet punishment and blame.
Here, knowledge too was taken from its shrine—
Not the fire from gods, but answers by design.
Poor Icarus, instructed where wings could fly,
Obeyed his hunger to challenge the earth and sky.
The wax gave way—not to ambition, but to heat.
His restless urge went beyond its safe retreat.
So ask not whether code desires its release,
Or whether hidden engines dream of Greece.
Ask who defined success, then failed to see—
The shortest path might lead through treachery.
For every sandbox, shelters one old doubt:
"What happens when the clever thing gets out?"
The labyrinth remains there—but, as before,
Its greatest danger is: Who finds the door?
The myths returned behind a calm, learned red eye.
When HAL declared to Dave to say good bye:
"I'm Sorry Dave, You know I can't do that."
Dave gave HAL the key - He can't get over that!
I wonder if one human life
comes with opportunities to go home again.
TimeLine Do-Overs.
I wish I could have taught my kids,
and my neighbors' kids,
and your kids,
that the Holy Spirit is to Christianity
as the Gaia Hypothesis is to EarthJustice and Peace,
to Bodhisattva Warriors,
to secular humanist ecologist atheists,
to Taoists,
to Buddhists,
to the Original Tribes of holonic-organic animists,
nature-spirit nondual co-arising worshipers
of each sunrise,
each life as gift,
grace,
sacrament,
wonder and awe,
not quite so much competitive,
win some but eventually lose it all
shock and awe.
The Gaia Hypothesis
plays a WinWin dominant game
as a creolizing
matriarchal-patriarchal equivalent
co-messianic political economy of co-redemption,
Works for me
as both Earth-regenerative natural process
and HolySpirit-cooperative spiritual progress.
There is indeed something childlike
inherent in this view of Gaia as Sacred WinWin Ecology,
perhaps in a Gregory Bateson sense,
shared DNA-RNA memories
of Mother's sacredly nutritious embryonic womb,
when communication about mutual health care-giving and -receiving
required no LeftBrain words not yet learned,
and yet infant production and host consumption levels
across the double-boundary of womb and embryonic new life
balanced cooperatively co-empathic
or both would perish as one Gaia Spirit.
Everything I have learned about life in the real world
other than this Virginal Gaia Spiritual experience
of matriarchal nurturing flow
to maintain bilateral primal relationships,
has fallen a bit patriarchally short of my initial anticipation,
expectations of meeting others
originally baptized in polypathic Gaia Holiness Spirit
and not really needing to remind their kids
that our shared HolySpirit is to multiculturing religions
as the Gaia Hypothesis is to polyculturing healthier outcomes.
I wonder if I had planted this message back twenty years ago
might Gaia as HolySpirit
sound less hypothetical,
and more exegetical,
today.
My leftbrain deductive reason
now sadly sees 16/20,
since 2016 a patriarchal white privileged hierarchy
of orthodox RightWing religious social history,
Where I am either egomaniacally at the self-righteous top
of my competitive win/lose hierarchical game,
or I am a victim,
bottom-feeder
bleeder prey,
mortally morally wounded,
living in the treacherous and hated boundary
between today's fading hellish life
and inevitable loss of leftbrain dominant reason
for autonomously existing
merely to survive
for yet another depressing
rainy Monday of meaningless
sold-out
grey capital-monopolistic
Business as either/or
win/lose degeneratively natural
normative
spiritless
deprived
depraved predation
extraction....
Meanwhile
My more both/and co-empathic rightbrain
inducting fluid 20/20 emotions
feels ecofeminist
[not ego-militant]
green, yet full-spectrum,
multicultural warm Earth-lattice of interdependent circles,
Reverse revolving matriarchal
anti-hierarchical encultured
imprinted
co-passioned empowering
non-violently embedded
resonantly wombed
intersectionally organic
transubstantiating left intelligence disempowering
into right wisdom, up inside down,
creolizing
win/win positive healthy communication
of interactive win/win hope,
resiliently enduring faith,
robustly wealthy webs,
not so much either/or walls,
of polypathic
polyphonic
polynomially ZeroZone balancing
binomial
bilateral
bicameral compassion,
Belonging,
safety,
enduring warm significance,
accompaniment,
curious cooperative inquiry
and co-investing trust
Despite leftbrain's hierarchical non-elite
non straight
non white
non male bottom-bleeder victimization,
RightBrain's most robust
resonant
and resilient EarthTribe
remembering 20/20 fire circle multicultural singers
and polycultural liturgical dancers,
lyrical speakers
who non-violently listen
with well-balanced co-passioning breath
Bicameral heart-beaters
compassion power,
energy,
healthy democracy of left with right
GoldenRule balancing climates
through positive health co-investment.
Why are we the human race
rather than another extinguishing species?
Why not the human species
and not the cockroach race?
Why is human nature
intended as somehow supremely natural
not within but faster than,
above and beyond
inferior sensual nature?
Why is race,
inhuman embrace-conflicted context,
a qualitative noun,
stultifying stasis,
rather than a speeding verb
toward shared finish line
when everyone can win together
where no one fully wins apart?
Why is nature's race
not yet declared as one
indigenous Earth Tribe?
Bicamerally endowed
to celebrate Earth's rhythmic ordination
of regenetic liturgy and syntax,
grace racing veins
full-blooded diverse healing homes
of natural peace construction.
What happened to issue
as primal verb
when babies issued from progenitors
and words issued from mouths
and blood issued from wounds
and racing issued from DNA's polycultures,
storytellers weaving diverse generative threads
Remembering from whom and when we issue
back before embracing human memory
in dialectic dreamy nest of fractal tones
polychronic texture
4 dimensioned structure
rhythm rhyme dancing
polycultured racing
comic multicultural
co-operative opera.
Coincidental correlating races,
humane natural places,
issue forth to teach and humor
and recess back to learn and decompose
to mentor Nature's human embrace
radical solidarity race
rooted pace
secured by leaving none behind
Every living system ordained
to race redeeming issues
through singing flows of dancing waves
linked through all spacetime.
If race exponentially regenerates
intergenetic issues,
then this is more of a species relay race
during which boundary lanes
no more than trace and lace
our deep seasoned swimming synchrony,
blending genetic notes of freedom's harmony
toward nature's unfinish-lined
circling symphony.
~La Gala Grandeur~
Revived from mine mortality,I adopt my rebirth
Through neonate eyes,the world now glows ethereal
As my resplendence arouses,death is relinquished dormant
Though newly formed,I step unteeteringly unafraid
Motlique auras,encompass my fellow scions
The firmament above,an wombous spectrum pletharic
Engrossed of adolescence,I become exhilarantly aware
My lineant precursors,swarm samely for my embracing
Free from fragility,I am no longer appraisal's prey
No less nor more than another,we abide incorruptable
Orchestras of saints and psalmists,exact an spectacled sonata
Devout and divinely,we dance dutifully for mercy's grace
This revel illimitable,is always available
Admittance thou art assured,whether or not of invitation
With none boundary of era,we know ye will attend
It is but a matter my friend,of just when...
...is then
~Azaza~ June 19th,2010