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They cut the grid
into the mountain,
breathing a poisonous cloud.
A frantic chaos,
Staking a fortune from
beneath the eucalypt,
pulling hollow bones
they did not heed.
They bet on success,
Assuming the heavy,
damp silence of the bush
was a kind of surrender.
But destiny ignores a frantic hand.
It woke not as a tremor,
but a shift.
A slow drag against the iron.
The ancient roots waking
their weight,
a deep,
fluid groan rising
through fragile ground.
And then—
the inescapable alignment.
The ancient land would seal their fate.
The land sheared
like a severed cord,
swallowing their plans
into the dark earth.
Within the bruised shadows
of the collapse,
the twisted steel rests.
An eerie monument to fortune lost.
the earth does not negotiate with fortune.
It simply folds the chaos down,
and settles back into peace.
Ill fate I call, luck lingering on chance,
Others may call it law of seeds and sprouts,
And yet others, destiny's dappled dance,
A thing when duly happens what use doubts?
And karma clings to catch up with the life
To dish out platefuls of pickled fortune,
Or life of frustration, of sour fruits rife,
Dark rainy clouds or sunshine of mid June.
Life has to learn to live with Providence,
Which, like a river flows as is meant to—
To meet ocean— how making little sense,
For, destiny leaves blueprint nor a clue.
Life traces no straight line in curvy space,
Rejoice still, no atom seems out of place.
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Sonnet | 05.11.2011 | destiny, life, luck, philosophy
Note: If something happens, how and why are matters of philosophical debate. But something happens, we see it, where are the doubts? Remember, even chaos has at its core some method in madness. One has to live in a curvy-linear world of no straight lines.
In the deep silence of the night, when dreams are born from shadows and light,
do not promise me eternity, but only silent understanding,
that sometimes all I need is your presence,
to hold my heart with steady hands, like a fragile crystal,
in a world that dances on the edge of chaos.
Do not tell me you will stay forever, but just promise me
that you will be beside me when I fall into the depths of my mind,
when the world seems an unforgiving labyrinth,
and I am lost among my own steps, searching for a way out.
Do not promise me the stars in the distant sky,
but just promise me you will see the hidden scars,
those that hide behind my gaze,
and all the silent cries struggling to be heard.
Do not promise me a perfect destiny, but just promise me
that you will not hesitate to listen when fear makes me mute,
when words hide behind a wall of silence,
and need an outstretched hand to set them free.
In this journey of thoughts and emotions,
where every step is a continuous search,
all I ask is a soul that understands
that sometimes, your presence is the only truth that matters,
a constant light in a world of shifting shadows.
Touch not my anointed
Do my prophets no harm
I am saying this nicely
So to the wicked you've been warned
The innocent maybe tried for now
I know they want to give up
Some are losing hope
Some think it is bad luck
As I have said repeatedly
I am coming back
And for those that harmed my prophets
You will feel my wrath
I will give no other warning
A thief in the night
No man knoweth the hour the day or the time
A flash of lightening before your eyes
To those who create chaos
Life will eventually tell
I will hold you accountable
The serpents from hell
They await you and you will learn
The eternal fire the flesh forever burns
I come for you and you don't know my face
because I am
Your conscience
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morning light slants gold
through venetian blinds, slow as honey.
summer stretches its limbs,
yawns across the porch swing,
and time dissolves like sugar in iced tea.
hubby’s hand in mine—dry warmth,
the rustle of leaves underfoot,
a conspiracy of squirrels.
the woods don’t care about our plans,
and that’s the gift~
nowhere to be but here,
no clock but the sun filtering down.
December arrives wrapped in laughter,
a tangle of mismatched chairs,
too many forks, not enough plates.
someone always burns the rolls.
the carols rise anyway~
off-key, overlapping,
a chaos of joy sharp as pine needles.
blank pages are kinder
than mirrors.
They never judge~
only wait.
My pen bleeds
stories, coffee stains, and
ink smudges like bruises
I’m proud to carry.
the wind howls its complaints,
rattles the windowpanes.
I let it.
the mug warms my palms,
steam curling into the air
like a ghost of comfort.
The cocoa is too sweet.
I drink it anyway.
Take this pain
Let it drain
Cant stand this rain
Its blood stained red
This heart beats
Draws near
To the end i wait
I pray for time
I search for balance
As a pendulum of chaos swings
Hurt runs deep and strong
It takes a piece of me every second of everyday.
I hear life's clock annoyingly ticking down
To my final show down
The hour i give in
The minute i try to change
A foot of disappointment in my ass
Living life was a hot mess
But in the end it wont bend
It will take all i have just to stand
And reach for that light even though it has always been dark
I feel i will finally be accepted as ME.
I hope.
My life is full of tangled webs woven
from hues of grey trailing from a chasm.
Chaos dumps my heart a fractured token,
despair lurks to merge into phantasm.
I long to drift in endless bliss of sleep.
Solitude is a welcome refuge from pain.
It’s my safe shelter, warm as a cocoon,
expunges tarnished passions down the drain.
Fate turns capricious under a full moon,
everything I touch mere will-of-the-wisps.
The territory of my inner world
aspires to surge beyond all hues of grey
asks not to leave my rainbows dismantled,
from thoughts of self-made prisons not fall prey
but touch the sun’s zenith, bathe in its warmth.
@jjote 070421
They love creating chaos that's their plan.
Look at the wild fires out West, here we go again!
Devastating families with no end in sight.
Canceling their fire insurance, as their homes burn bright!
No water in the fire hydrants, can you imagine that?
The Controllers planned it that way, such an evil act!
Chaos they love and they love to destroy.
Starting off the New Year, Newsom's their boy.
This world is full of evil, and it will get worse!
If the people don't take a stand, there will be remorse!
(No syllable count)
PLEASE DONATE TO THE CALIFORNIA COMMUNITY
FUND. IT IS A RECOVERY FUND DEDICATED FOR
HELPING THE VICTIMS OF THE WILDFIRE.
Thank you and please pray for the victims of these
wildfires. God bless all that do.
It is sad to know these Hell bound
Satanist have planned the destruction
of California through their manipulation,
aiding in not implementing a plan to
have water in the hydrants with 7.5 Billions
put aside to do so, they did not implement.
Cutting the Firefighters budget by 17
million dollars. Creating the fires like in
Hawaii using lasers. They have targeted
California, Hawaii, and Canada. You know
this was planned because the fires were
started with 100 miles an hour winds in
place to fan the fires. What are the odds
of having no water in the hydrants, 100
miles an hour winds to fan the fires, and
the start of fires, all at once... Also months
before the insurance companies started
cancelling homeowners policies against
fires. Who tipped them off these fires were
coming to take such action. This tells you
it was planned and someone knew ahead of
time the fires were coming? This has to stop.
I hope there is an extensive investigation from
a private company not by their own
administration.
Davin Newsom has to be charged for this
planned destruction, loss of life, and suffering
caused by his alleged deliberat actions.
Important: Please go to YOUTUBE and type in
The Fires are "the plan" This is Disturbing. Off Grid
with Doug and Stacy... You will be amazed what
is in this video...
life ~ a marine carousel of soul-cracks
an odyssey of thorns and memories,
a reverie
of regrets and roses.
and I a mere spectator
of my own circus~
I reminisce
lost in the eyes of bleeding skies,
tracing colors within
the celestial
casket of cryptic lies,
emanating funeral embers
of deceased innocence,
blanketed in buried trauma,
six feet beneath
familiar footsteps
that stomped butterfly blossoms,
oblivious to the suppressed cries
leaving an ache
between
suffocating ribs…
but will saccharine stars
ever reveal
stories left unsaid,
as every cocktail I sipped
was but a
wistful concoction of chaos…
O beloved moon,
forgive the dreariness of
the deadliest midnight
mirroring grief
like a paradox
of paralyzed peonies…
I’ve long been a victim
of soulless ghosts,
sold to the scorching gold
that the narcissistic sun
served on sinister platters~
as if I were not human,
as if k a r m a slept in
the arms of mythical tales….
yet I am all that the
cold fangs of destiny
failed to unravel
I am k i n d n e s s,
awaiting kaleidoscopic rain.
I am l o v e ,
longing to lace
lakes of hurt with light…
I am p e a c e,
painting pages of loneliness
with perfumed prose.
I am h o p e ,
delicate yet unbreakable.
I am t i m e ,
fleeting and untamable.
so if tomorrow
I forget syllables of serenity
to embellish
introspective i n k
with whimsical wisps of wisdom
and redolent runes of resilience
remember
I refuse to
drown in
delusions
and despair
for I will swim
against treacherous tides
facing satanic seas
in falcon fortitude~
a maternal mermaid
s u r f i n g away
from mundane misery,
as I taste the tender sparks
of turquoise
tomorrows
amidst the seething storms,
veiling the saffron
between
softened streaks
of dulcet dusks...
In the abyssal silence of fading stars, I travel through shadows,
Under the heavy eyelids of night, I walk the ancient, nameless path.
Mysterious words, like an old prayer, roll in echoes,
Calling the forgotten spirits of the forests to dance under the moon.
I feel my soul cradled by the cosmic wind, on its unseen wings,
In an embrace with eternity, where time merges with the dream.
Under the flowering earth of the mind, the roots of thoughts intertwine,
Seeking the hidden springs of wisdom beyond the veil of illusion.
The mirrors of waters reflect the inner sky, a labyrinth of unknown desires,
And silence lays like a cloak of stars on the weary shoulders of destiny.
The sacred repetitions of heartbeats, a metronome of the universe,
Whisper ancestral stories to me, in a language of cosmic silence.
Solitude is an old friend, a shadow that dances with me,
On the edge of the abyss between dream and reality, in a waltz of infinity.
I touch the edges of chaos with trembling fingers, seeking hidden meanings,
In a never-ending journey toward the light known only to souls.
I lose and find myself in a spiral, like a dervish spinning in ecstasy,
Embracing silence as the soundtrack of an unseen world,
Where poets are prophets who listen to the whispers of an unfulfilled future,
And the word becomes an open portal to the infinity within us.
Thus, in the flow of consciousness, I slip on the river of time and space,
Seeking truth in the mirage of existence, on an endless path of mystery,
And so I transform, like a flame dancing to the rhythms of stars,
In a universe of dreams, carried by the wings of silence toward eternity.