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Stole my heart
Stole echoes of time
Time freely given
Time to treasure
Treasure memories
Treasure of hope
Hope everlasting
Hope in my life
Life today
Life tomorrow faithful
Faithful best friend
Faithful partner
Partner tiller of home
Partner strength
Strength watches over
Strength lover’s waltz
Waltz support future
Waltz found family
Family building block
Family respect
Respect each other
Respect and fulfillment
Fulfillment together unconditionally
Fulfillment and purpose
Purpose for a sense of calling
Purpose to influence destiny
Destiny to be together
Destiny to the end
End of deep blue sea
End until morning comes
Comes flaming pleasure
Comes and hopelessly lost
Lost yesterday, today,
Lost in your eyes forever
Forever and not afraid
Forever not alone, but growing
Growing lineage
Growing old with grace
Grace inspiring awe
Grace moving leisurely
Leisurely and young again
Leisurely and still holding hands
Hands of each other
Hands with angels want
Want of health
Want of liveliness
Liveliness of love
Liveliness everlasting
Everlasting
Love
2/8/2016
The moments we share are a gift,
uniquely qualified.
A magnetic shift, of consciousness,
of honed homing sense equalized.
Through the protective layers it
sifts, like the hungry for a meal.
Moments weigh us in the balance
like a scale,
scaling what can be, and becoming fare.
Selling us there the fabrics
and colors possibilty wants to wear.
Window-shopping with depth charge,
buying as the damages can afford,
to live large.
Aloneness is shared and blotted out
in mosaic chemical.
Effervescent instant instance of oracle.
Willful in the persistence of time-
skillfully forged sign by sign.
A mystery of union encompasses
small in its spaces, compasses with string,
attachment, attaching all in its placement.
In heart chambers of containment.
For a moment is really not a moment,
it is continuum of continuity.
There is magic in relation to experience
and its mystery.
A convergence of paths intertwine,
encompasses our way back machine,
back to the place we
were conceived of the Divine.
A moment is an immortal stare.
A segway to Eternity, raw, rare.
The building block of here.
The moment you are there.
As faith faithfully undresses,
dresses doubts wound.
Vulnerability-confesses,
caresses- open, bare naked truth.
A moment.
Bares a question to mark,
what is the meaning-"to share" to spark.
It peels away the distance between us,
lightning from the dark.
The invisible doors of the soultiverse,
and its keeps and its moors.
They lead hand in hand to a place
more and more.
Love answers stark in a moment
and with no quarter taken.
In chemical equasion,
it is the answer, never to be forgotten by
the spirit professing the formula
for a tear.
Of joy ever partaken.
It takes just one word to move the universe when you want to converse, sometimes it takes just one word to move the elephant out of the room before the next full moon. Sometimes it’s hard to smile when you don’t have a dime, and when the pain is so deep, it disturbs your daily sleep.
It’s not the type of pain that you feel in your hands, foot, shoulders or your legs; nor is it the pain you feel when people intrude in your bed.
It’ s the pain of going nowhere when you have so much to share, it is the pain of being in a secluded place with the feelings that your life is fading away and you are stuck in one place.
Sometimes it’s hard to exhale when your nostrils are blocked; it’s hard to swallow when you have to beg and borrow; and when you cannot breathe you have to roll up your sleeves and force your way out of the dream. And when the building block was placed on your back, destiny was just in time to roll it back.
The sun is shining over here, and I have nothing to fear, it's raining over there and you have lots of blessing to share. It takes one word to cleanse your soul and it takes one word to make you whole. It takes one word to pull in the crowd and, it takes just one word to make them get up and shout.
The city has come alive, and they are dancing in their pride, the music is rolling, and people are shouting and just one word change the rhythm.
They are moving around with bags and felt hats and in five second, they fill up the box; money is rolling in and everyone is giving, big and small, tall and short gave from their heart.
The day of reckoning is coming, and you must be generous in your giving; you have got to remove the obstruction from the block so that you can wear the new frock, if he gets in there, the universe will fear, and you will rot in your grave.
One word can change the projection and one word can change the direction, sometimes it takes just one word to explain to the world what everything is about; just look for that one word.
I awoke to the sounds of music that fired up my day
Time to get moving and go outside and play
Life has so many wonderful things to enjoy
Gathering up the troops and the dog, we are ready to deploy
A day at the beach with sunshine awaits
A full complement of fun in store, surely not up for debate
We all need to find more moments with the people we love
Our relatives who have moved on look down from above
How you spend your time is the building block to a wonderful life, I would have to submit
In the big picture, we are here for a short visit, we need to make the most of it
All the worrying in the world will not change anything for the better
A glorious day is nearing its end, made so much more special having our family together
I carry the world on my shoulders
but it's heavy, any moment now
like a toy building block it will come
tumbling down merrily merrily
all just a dream, a joy imperfect.
To be imperfect is my true joy
detached from the dreariness of life
no regrets for visions turning sour
I stand on a stage acting my roles
caring not if I forget my lines.
Nothing can tarnish my confidence
blunders shrugged off with irreverence
my deep play a ruminating ride
into casual elegance leavened
with an optimistic wariness.
Like aging, my competence conceals
patches of wrinkles, not to be smoothed
into a sense of mediocrity
not quite belonging to anyone
but myself and I am my own man.
@jjote 063021
The leaves are slightly ripening
Signaling that fall is slowly approaching
Summer is still burning hot
and mutiny is fading on the rock
I quickly quell the silent fire
with something that is solid sound and proper
I have been quiet for many days
listening to what the Gods have to say
They have given me a prefect answer
so stay out of my blooming way
and stop spreading propaganda
Your negative prediction will never transpire
I couldn't bear to listen to the tittle-tattle
I was musing all over and rose from my prosperous chair
with a solemn message to find the trouble maker
and retrieve the destructive hammer
Here I am in Ellanor's park feeling energetic and strong
holding the powerful universe in my hands
I am surrounded by strong healthy green trees
Listening to the drowning sound of the crickets singing in the breeze
The foul mouth giant has tried to root me up
But I am cemented a thousand feet into the ground
My foundation is laid on a steady rock
and I am ready for the building block
hypocrites line the street listening to my heart beat
Hypocrites sits at my table wondering if I am able
I have been on the road since twelve years old
Keeping my eyes on the big brown door
And I have worked relentlessly for the people around me
defending and doing what I believe is right
and standing up strong to the bull fight
I did not inherit a house of pearls
I have to be a strong example for the rest of girls
We are living in a global instability
and this is no time to start a public mutiny
Everything looks green around me
and I am going on the road again
I will be in it for the long haul
Because I have to answer to the masters call
My mind is set and my spirit is strong
Let us all move along and conquer together.
You expect teachers
to tell the truth
or at least
know the truth
as a child
A Teacher stood
at the head of our class
Gravity is created
by centrifugal force
taking a bucket
full of water
he swung it round
in circles
See how the water
stays at the bottom
of the bucket
that's the force
Gravity
that keeps us
on the planet
My mind thought
that can't be right
we are on the outside
of the planet
going round
and round
Then surly like
the bike wheel
the force
would throw
us off
Gravity
must be
something
different
since then
I have learned
Einstein
believed
that Gravity
was created
by the curvature
of space and time
That like a blanket
wraps itself
around the earth
holding us down
to the planet
it's hard to argue
Einstein
was no fool
but to me
I think of space
and time
as the proverbial
nothing
But then
with space
we know that
the proverbial
nothing
is actually
something
we sit
in the middle
of a miracle
and question
the impossible
how can something
never end
and yet
that is
the description
of space
a never ending
vacuum
devoid of energy
black saturn
a tapestry
or canvas
on which God paints
the endless
energy
of life
an
eternity
of nothing
stretching on
for endless time
yet my mind
still thinks
Gravity
could be
the simple atom
the microscopic
building block
of life
the atom
attracts
other atoms
attempting
to link together
could gravity
be created
by this
attraction
could
matter
simple be
attracted
to matter
"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet.
MIRROR, MIRROR
I was in a room,
there, I saw a mirror,
and then I saw him,
I told him to get out,
and he did,
and he took the mirror,
and I was no more.
--The End--
A paradigm is a pattern of conceptual theory.
The basic building block that a child will utilize to develop skills where in time, the repetitiveness of certainties is a pattern attributed to the child's development.
The recognition factor is termed focus.
The paradigm that I created, started four years ago while I was creating Mirror, Mirror unbeknownst to me until yesterday, the pattern or paradigm manifested itself to me, as a grown-up liken to a child still developing.
Extraneous words, helter-skelters, meaningless, i.e., when they are apart. Put them together, they become recognizable factors worthy of focus.
The pattern, a deductible product of a paradigm, now becomes a newly created paradox--that happens to be four years old.
Parts I & II set the stage. No solid lead, just hints. Part III, the performance of a lifetime, or at least four years worth. A message, that sat idle in a book, received via simple quantum knowledge of connecting the dots. Extraneous with extraneous, this and that, with that and this--and voila, a pattern, a paradigm, a paradox.
Part IV was the explanative of a possible, coup de grace/final act, or je ne sais quoi/difficult to explain. After all, it's been four years ago, nothing then, maybe nothing will. Part V puns to ponder--a breather for this Part VI.
Soon Part VII, not much unless some intervening factor develops. Quantum knowledge is like the Moon, best seen in parts, for its fullness is worthy to behold. Inspirational teachings, like Music Class, harmonically.
Somehow,
Those empty eyes
staring back through the glass
They just seem to laugh
At all that I am.
And they seem to see
The person I wish I could be
But somewhere,
Beyond the reflection
Is a soul
Who doesn't know
Who, even, they could be
If their head was filled with dreams
Instead of physical fantasies
That tells them they're ugly
Never will be pretty enough
Never be good enough
Just a horrible catastrophe
An endless rhapsody
A drying, dead
Never-again-to-be beautiful city
though Drowning in a hurricane
Of it's very own tears
Sinking in an ocean
Of similar sorrow
Of which no one knows
Convinced she is alone
And must not stray from such a narrative
Forever stuck in this imperative
In this day which holds all of it's resentment
Close to it's core
And won't relent it
Even when it is known what is being done
"All the more fun!" it cries
All the more fun...
Even when it is clear
The depression has won
The green keeps rolling as the salty seas keep flowing
The harsh greed seeping into the sea
Convincing Wants to be Needs
Perfect and clear,
But still no one wants to be near
The river in which my soul has died
Laid to rest, now, that so hated body
Finally finding a home in the tide
With the many before
And surely the many after
The tomb of dead laughter
Feeding on walking disasters
Like I
And many more
Who let themselves be sold
On the idea of perfection
As the building block to affection
That never felt deserved
Look now, what we've learned
Look, now,
the end we've earned
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