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Oh wow. Oh great. Look over there. Quickly now. Come on. It is the mitigating migrating mammoth mansions. Brick by brick and bone by bone. In a line. Travelling. Traversing the plains, fields and mountains but not on roads for roads are neither natural nor normal so always wear a tea cosy hat when pouring tea at a tea party. It is to show not to shine that has the sun in a pondering and philosophical mood. The auric rays are neither a moon sitting in a tree nor are they a kayaking planetary alignment. High seas then create high teas. Whirling in circling dresses of spotted green. But never in a greenhouse does one find a tomato in a tantrum. For tomatoes are very very mild mannered especially when given a drink. And this is good for compost can be crafty and doesn't like moods. A wafer thin biscuit is a flat chested mermaid moving around at the dusk. By the marina. Catching a glimmer is easy for the eyes of the octopus in an office with high rimmed glasses. Circle then dash. Tick tick tick. Form done. Signed. Signatures separate stagnant stale stupors. And the fat wading brat bird yawns on a front bench in a large ornately decorated room. How common. And yet rather uncommon is the master of the seaweed sermon whose speakers are never wise upon answering questions and questions are rarely answered so why play noughts and crosses with a jute duty bug? Inheritance is not to be placed in a kissing box for boxes are to be reserved for tiny biscuits who march around chaotically chairing and chanting at quite important times. Thus causing a lot of little flowers to sigh and droop their heads in an apathetical style. In a scrapbook posy position. The layout is not the layer and the label is a laugh. Numeration of a numerator is a numerical nautical nonchalant nerd. And the beast of the best bank is not to be trusted with a styrofoam cup. No never gi e it that cup. Always give it a baby bottle. For it is ignorant and infantile. Beware of the two foot clam in that drawer then when you are putting socks away. Hahaha a mist is coming to play cards and monopoly with a tree top, a hill, a perfume factory, and a zoo. Hahaha dolphin and duet with a dancing seahorse at a grand opera. Xxxxx desensitization Z now eat a nice scone and sing la la la to a doorframe. Z peacocks.
Form:
A lap dancing molecule is dressed in a monocle. Such dainty prowess but naked no dress. No suit could taste an acrylic sheet as sheer fabric is often moving unseen across oceans,beams, and many window ledges. Who would then argue that a tempered sword could beckon in this era as most people have taken off wool and now the flock stands bare. A show of a shower. An increased discolouration of tyranny and a mounting view of hue. Mist not a moat. And take no orphaned lonely goat to a show. An AK47 is looking at a tent. And although rusted is trusted and thrown around in the air with great gusts of emblematic soul thrusts. Dupe not a diamond headed cobra. For ancestral wisdoms flourish if harm is perceived. Placing of the cloth should be attempted only when the stream is full. And the stench from a rhododendron printed garden is abominable yet can it be abolished? "yes" cried the 893 serpents, 500 belligerent buffalo, an earwig, and a giant sea turtle. Carve that then. Ha ha. It is to be the dutiful honour of the maiden of the eleventh ocean to place chorographical lines on necklaces. It is neither a weave nor a wand. And placing ones hands behind ones back is a sign not of cohesion it is detrimental to a bloodline. Once sold. A soldier fed is a soldier dead. And a field of archaically driven radio beams is a quagmire of hidden ancestry. Gone. But not gone. It is not the place for a nine foot leopard print jacket to state wisdoms at a ball or a garden party. It is the place of the feet. The dust. The trust. The formation of the ground. The true leaders denied but not denied. And all chaotically clam style ship faces and all Jacobean worshipping masonry brick heads placed the many many peas in a boiling pan then laughed. Sold manuscripts for money. Then drank blood in oceanic temples. Worldy wholly wantons. And a sack of germinating potatoes pollinated. Discuss not a wonder. Pulling pleasing playing partying patties pastries pasteurised. Slip slap slop then. Great. Fantastic isn't it? Feel not akin to a tired dilapidated drinks fountain? Xxxxx passing Paddington people xxxxx adjudicator adhere. Xxxxx vaporisations p y q Zr
Form:
#JWME
Joyous, generous, kindhearted, marvelous, musically talented, and handsome with self-esteem issues - placing my feet in other people's shoes to experience and feel their hues of blues
Wonderful, crazy cool, chaotically peaceful, mellowly untamed, lost, but found...God's chosen child to fulfill His word somehow...someday, prosperity, fame, and fortune will surround me...success at my finger tips, getting my man grips as I mend friendships with God's advice, corrections and tips in mind...letting time unwind, wishing that my daydreaming come true by actions and interactions
Essence of faith fibers...good and bad traits shape my inner and outer being...meeting new zealous horizons that embrace change, which is a challenging chore and oh so much more
Awesome good apple of the bunch and God's mild, wild child...a poet and lyricist that had his verses erased online or misplaced in who-knows-where
Rapt up in rue, yet a light to this world of woe...my mission is to fulfill God's Word - His tranquil truth is not sugarcoated by deceptive lies
Not afraid to speak my mind through verses and lyrics
Introvert and extrovert...shy in person at first, then I open up confidently and jabber on and on 24/7...I do listen to others' point of view, but I have a lot to say about a lot of things that has to do with writing, singing, music, etc. - anything goes as long as I go my own flow and His flow, not anyone else's flows that are in unison in rows to and fro...I make friends and foes, but I love all - fat or skinny, small or tall
Nostalgic nights and delightful days inspire me to engage in writing and singing day in and day out without a smear of doubt...no sleep placed in eyelids tonight, so I'm fighting the mighty fight
Gracious and glorious...kinda lazy, yet so busy all the time in all aspects of life - bipolar is the condition I have...and an indecisive, yet creative-logical Gemini
So picky, yet forgiving and eccentric elegantly...a handsome soul that's full of humility and modesty in all honesty...I have a young heart that is of bliss, XO and art
What grows healthy next
for PositivEnergy Democracy,
dearest,
in your humble
not so LeftBrain dominant
NegativEnergy Supremacy
opinion?
EcoSchools for secularLeft-sacredRight education
teaching and listening
to non-violent communication
restoring healthy climates
empowering slow-grow transportation
systems going from WinLose
toward WinWin.
That sounds too active ego/eco-conscious discerning
perennial organic design
than I've known cooperatively-owned action,
implementation,
installation,
incarnation
then cumulative evaluation
and re-seeding co-investments
in further dawning spring
of health re-incarnations.
We'll love more closely EcoVillaged communities
creating co-housing neighborhood spaces
seasonally healthing ZeroZones
for redundant WinWin organic implementations,
experimentally renewable installations,
cooperatively resonant systemization,
resilient creolization.
At risk
of appearing too LeftBrain deductively ordering
and monoculturally neat and trimmed,
precisely demanding and tediously grim
and retributively commanding,
I do like you better flexibly complex
yet restoringly accessible
more than merely chaotically comprehensive.
And I appreciate
your post-millennial
smart 2020 ReVisioning Revolution
for Left-Right CoTherapeutic Justice
and global Work That ReConnects Peace,
my romantic honey pot.
More of a ZeroZone spot
really,
dear,
just a bit more
toward my YinSquared and Cubed
Centering Network.
Right with Left there?
Inside your WinWin echoing
sacred ecological
Yang BigBang binomial
bilateral
bicameral 2020 balancing revision?
Honey spot
needs to stop talking now
and I'm actively hoping you will talk less
and mentor more cooperatively
as swell
Western WinLose Work
and Eastern WinWin Play that Reconnects
Yang Ego-health
against pathology
and for Eco-wealth
Prime ZeroZone Relationship.
What's next
for Yang-Yin
Left-Right
PositivEnergy DiPolar Democracy
dear,
in your humble
not so LeftBrain dominant
Gaian ZeroZone Hypothesis?
On the peaks of destiny where the clouds of promises are torn apart,
I offered you my heart as an atlas of fabulous worlds.
The fervor of our love, a shooting star, dazzling and then, just a pale memory,
Now I remain like a monk in the cell of contemplation, breathing life into the charcoal of the past.
Ah, how the dream that's parted from the soil agonizes me, in times past, in another world,
Where dawns are unspoken flowers and the stars, songs for the wanderers of sublime paths.
I call out to you at twilight when the evening star becomes the mistress of my dreams,
And my heavy eyelids fall like autumn leaves, a whisper of secret in the wind.
But this phantom of yearning takes flight, dissolves into the cold nothingness,
An alphabet of dreams that scatter on the wings of the twilight.
And my soul, famished for your echoes, accentuates the silence with your name,
Descending into the cavity of every longing, gearing up for a new fast.
From my knees, fallen in dust at twilight altars, no saint has answered,
Each prayer, a cry that vanishes into the celestial tear of the night.
They look away when I search in vain for the understanding of my sin,
That simple, inevitable sin: to have loved you, ah, too much.
Seeking comfort, a ray, a divine temptation, a simple burden that never ends,
But years flow, running like water in a stream, melting on the sky of my mornings like candles in the night.
Stranger in my own ode, I wander in memories, where I was in a fairy tale, an unshaken king,
Where tomorrow, I will wander among shadows, chaotically and endlessly searching.
On the foreign road of living being, solitude will be the most faithful brother,
In the finished return to oneself, I await a word from you, a sign, a leap from the great perhaps.
In this desolation that will envelop me, where the ships of my thoughts will break,
I wait, to slide into sleep on the sound of a whisper, soothing a fate that dims within me at night.
Fellow poets, when you write, you put down words, of fact or fiction.
With conscious thought you select letters to make words in diction
Words strung together in rhyme, pearls of wisdom, marking the time
You create the thought, the flow,you're painting pictures as you go.
What would you say if I told you, it's all a lie, Shakespeare never existed
His works arrived by chance, perfectly phrased, not tongue tied, or twisted
Letters assembled themselves into words, then words in perfect succession
Formed themselves into rhyming sentences eloquently said in progression.
DaVinci too didn't exist, he's just a figment of some wild imagination
Mona Lisa was only a chance meeting of paint and canvas in congregation
There was no artist, with stylized strokes of brushes and pens in harmony
Ink and paint just flowing freely, creating their own masterpieces randomly.
You wouldn't believe it if I told you, because you know it's just not true
But when they tell you God doesn't exist, what do you think, or do?
Some say that life evolved by a chance meeting of cells and molecules
Natural selection, started chaotically forming an organic cosmic soup.
Does that make sense when you see the beauty and artistry all around
In the sunsets, oceans, lands and seas, where life teems and abounds
The universe with a complexity of it's own, a cosmic timepiece of majesty
Saying order comes from chaos, is a disgrace to the Artist, a real travesty.
When an artist paints a sunset he is just copying what he sees with his eyes
It's not an original work, but he signs it anyway, maybe he doesn't realize.
The complexity and order in life should tell you we were fashioned by design
Faith in the Designer comes not by chance, but by choice, read the signs.
John Derek Hamilton November 20, 2015
A cousin named Chaos have I (he’s not actually my cousin. He’s like my aunt’s stepson, but I guess I can still call him a cousin, right?)
There’s nothing that he will not try (like the day he let all the chickens loose from the coop and they were running like chickens with their heads cut off. Isn’t that an expression or something? Chaos is crazy like those chickens were)
Since he follows no rule (He laughs at me because I try to write perfectly metered limericks and he thinks everyone should just write free and BE free in all they do.)
He got kicked out of school (it was so funny. He set off the fire alarm and all the kids were running every which way, much like those chickens he let loose in his barnyard. Now he is saying he wants to become an anarchist.)
So to anarchy school he’ll apply!
Gosh, he’s right. This limerick sucks. It’s much more fun having no restrictions, just letting my thoughts go anywhere I want them to take me, kind of like stream of consciousness writing or something. Too bad I can’t be all surreal-like, then I might make it into the newfangled modern poetry magazines. Most people don’t even consider limericks to be real poems. DANG it, I feel another one coming on.
Cousin Chaos, I now do hear tell
That you’ve found a new school, so learn well
Your anarchy ways.
In limerick phase
I’ll be stuck while you give people hell.
Crap. Even trying to write like Chaos, I just can’t do it. I just keep conforming to rules of poetry forms like limerick. I just know my cousin will be laughing his chicken head off when he reads this. Yeah, the old chicken motif again. Always relating things together. So much for Chaos! I’m outta here.
Written chaotically last week sometime for contest of same name
.................................... ( part two )
Teach them
Of silent voices
echoing through perceptions poised
within the easy spectacles
of this worlds landscaping
this planet in uniting life light and colour
speaks words of creations harmony
of living balanced perfectly
chaotically
proclaiming resplendence shining in the hands of the heavens
For the breath taking
Learning may impart
the feel of a heart beating
a pulse invoking tiny rainbows
on filament insect wings
enhancing in light dancing and playing
to a ballet of blue flame
transforming mountains standing
ringing
through valleys in the dawn
For the breath taking
To grasp with wonder
air once rushing hot from the lungs of a tiger
a breath to run free across vast waving plains
canyon leaping between feet of gazelle
show them how to glide
with the eyes and wings of eagles and butterflies
tell them of speechless colours
dazzling under star strange nights
wake them with sky painted silver water
burn them with soft petal fire
For the breath taking
Convey how you know this human dance can amplify such astounding beauty
as a spectator to this light inspired Earth
as it cradles humanity
in its untamed flawless fragility
For the breath taking
whisper to them songs of streams
calls of waterfalls
in words of whales
nouns and verbs of leaf and tree
wait for them with misted forests
and hues of icebergs
be life
staring from the eyes of animals
I know living in the corpuscles of your blood
breathing from each and every stone
and each and every pore
you know we are something more
all
for this life in the making
all for
The breath taking
It's six a.m. Outside it is beginning to turn from night to day. The wind howls faintly as it makes its way around my house. Rain patters chaotically on my rooftop as I lay here looking at the ceiling. I can barley see it through the darkness that hangs around me like a fog. The central air kicks on and it's hum drowns out the tip tap of the rain bombarding the roof. I pull the covers up to my chin and sigh. My eyes are heavy but my mind is racing. I think about a novel I have been reading. I think about money. I think about work. I consider, for just a moment, rising to don the hoodie hanging on the post at the end of my bed and wandering lazily into the kitchen where my journal lies open and a poem I was writing earlier slumbers on the open page waiting to be roused and finished.
I hear my neighbors truck roar to life and glance at my alarm clock. Six twenty two. Outside the darkness is losing its battle with the light--if it is a battle--and I can just barley make out, behind a lonely oak barren of leaves, the tail end of a gray cloud against a bluish gray sky. It will be a rainy day today. Soon I will sleep and when I rise the barren tree outside my window will not have moved. The clouds will be different (according to the weatherman I heard on the radio they will be darker) but the sky will probably still have that drab lazy blue hue.
I think about clouds for a few minutes. I wonder if they have feelings. Then I imagine two clouds talking about how some other cloud thinks he is hot stuff and that maybe they should rain on his parade.
Then I drift off to sleep....
While academics often find
what we are looking for,
a positive correlation between intelligence
and wisdom,
Special occasional confusion
about revolutionary absence of Left with Right correlation
frightens me
Even, and unevenly,
while I am manifesting my best for love
and trust
in humanity's destiny--
Disciplined trials
experiments
proactive investigations
or chaotically dissonant OtherUnwise.
While deductive rational intelligence
develops interdependent quantities
and qualities
And apparently independent bits
of detached paradigmatic information,
Wisdom adds a co-arising ladder
of internal health knowledge
seeking external wealth intelligence
promoting conscious vocational formation
and reformation
and transformation
and unformation
and preformation,
Healthy ego analogy as wealthy ecohabitat political power,
economic energy ecology,
dynamic grace theology,
blending (creolizing, transubstantiating)
Nature with polyphonic singing ringing vibrant internal Spirit,
Humane with Divine golden rules and ratios and elixirs,
Secular with harmonic Sacred,
Health with Wealth of polypathic wisdom
Bilaterally co-gravitating information
internally absorbing
co-arising external exflowing co-present consciousness
Bicamerally valuing past loves and hates
predicating future healthy wisdom passions
more than pathological
nihilistic
foolish LeftBrain over-expansions
of Yang with Yin co-manifestations
of multicultural destinations.