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Suspended . . . tormented, in a mind so distant
I arrive at the said destination with a sigh. . .
What I expect is mortifying
What lies ahead still remains a meddlesome mystery
The air is thin—the water droplets seem. . . warm
But I feel a coldness when they hit my skin
The skin that only once touched your hand. . . . .
It is comforting when surrounded by shadow
To feel the soft embrace of long-yearned rain
It is dully consoling to know I am Alone. . .
Chemical reactions are made in instances
Each second of despair heightened by the electrical pulses
Going mad when the waters clash
And the feelings of comfort are gone yet again
The thoughts that used to hold me up
Have collapsed from under me
And Alone is felt in a new shade…darker than the shadow of comfort
The tears replace the rain. . .
Boiling the skin on my face to redden and shame
The burn provides little distraction to despair
Knowing the one I love will never be here. . .
Even now I envy those who can speak…
Who scoff and spit—and whine, groveling in grit
Those who can see and clearly feel their enemy
How they spiritually dispose of their peer
Through lack of understanding and jeer
I would much easier embrace my darkest enemy,
Than be with the one I love
I would much rather abuse myself
Than lay a finger on the precious one who wrongs me
Because you have abandoned all thought of me. . .
Through your life and innocence,
You have harmed me—wronged me. . .
You were mistaken. . . .I can never understand you
Because I have never truly seen you
At times I can almost feel you. . .
But all I feel is pain
All I feel is the burning rain. . .
I envy those around you. . .
Like the madman straight out of prison
I even envy your opposers
In truth, I obsess over the thought
Of Alone:
The definition of “Without You”
. . .
Without you here,
I arrive at no destination
What lies ahead is only despair
The rain I feel . . . are tears—
Comforts that never last
And all that used to hold me up
Is merely a heart-broken collapse. . .
I never wished to cling onto your nonexistence. . .
Believe me—
All I ever wanted. . .
Was a thought
A. . .chemical reaction if you will
A simple “I am here for you”. . .
Without you, Alone, I confess,
Sometimes one can only dream
Origami
Sitting quietly chatting sipping
fragrant coffee steaming.
Mind eyes mind's eye, all independently wandering
'let slip' reins dangling.
Peace, as they individually pursue
their individual endings.
Activity, a quorum and a ladder
gather them together,
a 'sale' sign erected in a bookshop window.
Initially eyes observe a dim and watery reflection,
then through glass in feature place
big block letters hold sway,
blue and bold they say,
in a chunky, awkward way,
“ORIGAMI”
Prompted by irony wryness emerges
and as the chosen foreman
collars and kicks thought into gear.
Now, eyes mind and mind's eye
harnessed again do process
the title which represents so much
then the image under the letters.
A space shuttle! In colour in flight,
all in folded paper.
with what do I associate
the pursuit that's here engendered
by word so blue and bold,
in chunky blocks presented?
convey the serene
emulate peace and beauty
quest for perfection
sparse and delicate
nature peeks from artistry
structure and balance
patient creation
thought and silence, reflection
meditation, poise
expressing oneness
shown in harmonious folds
homage and respect
So where lies irony which prompted wryness to action?
A matter of perspective pure for
the thing in living colour flight,
proud beneath the title
sends my thoughts off wandering
down roads altogether different
to quiet contemplation
a space shuttle is excitement!
Noise smoke and fire, risk!
technology subduing nature.
The very atoms screaming, harnessed
in destructive chemical reaction,
to force a cargo up and away
past enveloping atmosphere and gravity,
the protective embrace
of good old mother earth.
Man stands astride the world,
over his conquered foes!
The fish and birds and living things
that move upon the ground.
Apparatus held aloft and waved
science triumphantly brandished!
Gleaming instruments the anathema to
the pollution which has spawned them.
on the cover behind the glass
beneath the sale sign,
Eastern and Western approaches both,
eagerly presented defined,
a polyglutenous combination
of idea-medium-form,
designed to render artistic thought
mere technical reality.
©T.Arnold
She stared at me from across the floor with those melted chocolate brown eyes. She twisted the dark truth and turned underneath the moonlight as it covers her body like a blanket. She’s the haze an fog, after it’s rained. Her smile seemingly sneaks in between the cracks of my heart, and her body moves like the wind moves the trees.
Her heart becomes heavy as her chest slowly caves in. She becomes the light all at once, changing everything; everything within her begins to slow. Her fingers are poisonous, but I don’t mind dying in the hands of my killer. A minute or two, and I find god in the hands of my lover.
She becomes a metaphor for everything she does. Nights without her become longer, and I begin to lose myself, but find it in a bottle of Jack. She stains me like red wine on white, her hand grasp around me as if she’s holding her tonic and gin. Her other hand on my face just before she leans in to kiss me.
From across the floor, she sees me. She begins crawling her way over, pushing through the chaos I created, just to make contact with me. Emotions begin to flood my mind like a tsunami and this chemical reaction rushes over my skin. Lying next to me, I hear her thoughts crowd the room that soon becomes a distant memory.
As I become consumed by her eyes and mood, she smells like vanilla. I remember her just as I imagined her coming back, to me. Lying naked, intertwined in my sheets as she fumbles on her words, I swear, lord I swear, she said my name.
Then I realize as I open my eyes,
I’m just a little lonely and just a little drunk. These are just memories that Jack’s making me remember.
She’s filling up her time with someone, anything other than me.
She left through the front door of my life, but her presence is like a ghost that lingers and can’t move on.
I stood there so empty and vulnerable as I watched her leave me behind to love someone else. The stories ending ends with me grabbing my keys and leaving the house before the night is through. Who knows where I’ll go, who knows where the red fern in my mind grows, and who knows if she’ll ever come back to me.
As I lay here in a prison cell of my lost dreams and imaginations.
The many ambitions and passions that I once held so highly, slowly start to slither away.
As I stay locked away because of the many distractions and temptations that behold amongst the outside world.
I slowly curl my eyelids shut from the realities that are of today.
Though I may dream amongst the heavenly stars that illuminate the nightly sky.
Even in my dreams I hide from my own thoughts and fears.
But when my heart comes near to the idea that generates the motor area of my brain.
I suddenly refrain from my own dream as the words doubt and fear quickly become my vocabulary ally.
And as I awake I look to get high just to start a chemical reaction with the neutrons to create a temporary distraction to my very own time.
For you see its time that I battle with on a daily basis.
And as the faces of the clock slowly move in a circular circumference.
My reluctance to disagree that time simply waits for no man is acceptable.
When it is actually regrettable to think time is simply on my side.
But I still hide from the happiness that is destined to be.
I can literally hear it call out to me through the vibrations thumbing off my cell block wall.
Yet I sit here like if I need destiny to call and give me every instruction on how to reach her.
Why am I so fixated on words instead of actions?
And why are distractions so pleasant while dreams are so feared.
For you see its fear that tells me to come near.
And as a tear rolls from my face.
I sit here mirroring the father sun until it's replaced by its sister darkness.
Because in all honestly fear to me seems so heartless to my very own heart.
But then I realize it's fear that simply wants to break me apart and put me back together again.
Then fear will call herself friend and change her name to dream.
So I can ride this bumpy road to finally reach my destiny.
Off the forest trails, where bushwhackers stray,
Restless Mary ducked branches, left her screen that day.
She was startled when a Horned owl flew
A dragonfly landed on her sleeve; its color was blue.
Braided ivy above made darkness at noon
She tripped over a log, saw a glowing mushroom,
It lit up her face, its color was blue,
In that quiet place, her wonder grew
She knelt down low, with eyes open wide,
It looked other-worldly by the mossy rock side.
Lit up with an ethereal light,
Not like her tablet, more like elvish night.
She told her dad it was magic; he looked it up on his phone
Then he took on a pedagogical tone
"Just a chemical reaction, many mushrooms glow"
But Mary preferred magic, didn't want to know.
"It's OK" said her dad, "science is magic too:
"But mushrooms glow green, they never glow blue
"There must be a reason, maybe slanted light by a tree"
Mary said, "I'm ten years old, and I trust what I see."
"I'll go with you" said her dad, "let's explore:
"We'll search your path on the forest floor."
Mary said "not sure I can retrace
"I don't know what I did, how I got to that place."
They walked anyway, it was a beautiful day
They trod pine needle carpets, pushed ivy away
They got to a clearing with shade all around
Sat on a log, Mary felt content, Dad unwound.
He felt a lift to his attitude
His troubles let go, his spirit renewed.
He brushed a leaf and a drooping fern frond.
Parent and child felt a stronger bond.
Was it real? who can be sure?
But the little girl knows both moments felt pure
She'll always remember brown soil among pine
And that glowing blue mushroom, a light almost divine.
Maybe somewhere a new species caused by random mutation
Was added to the variety of all creation.
Science seemed magic, and nature was art
Its moments like this that engrave in our heart.
Unifying Theories of Chemistry
Plants react in synthesis
Stimulations sunlight
Breathing the winds causes
Through fluid chains
Reproducing flowering responses
And systematically chemistries
Drive in attractions of curiosity
Stranger love crushes
To your ignition sexual A-symmetry
Produces adrenaline's certain heat
And senses blood pounding
So photosynthetic initiates
The A.T.P. of chemical currency
Splits living links furthering
More simple to more complex
Colour element changing
Leaf green to red Anthocyanin
As well as a suntan
Skins concourse in molecules
Precipitates and reverberates
The bonded genome of D.N.A.
Creating myriad form
Tangent on thoughts
Even dreams
Evolve chemical reactions
While sun by sea explodes
Atomically
The light amino manifestation
Walks among trees
Respiring in cycles
Of exchanging formulations
Alchemy of oxygen’s infusing
And well with emotion
Binds its stanza’s of interpretation
Given word then
Another descriptions connection
To connection
Connected
By a star lights birth
Indivisible this “All” travels
Forth and back to a
Higher or lower osmotic pressure
And back and forth
Between lovers
As waves drawn to beaches
By the gentle pull
Of sands moon distracted
Infatuated affair
With the Earth
This chemistry of love
The chemical of life
Patterns intricate mazes
In a micro-cosmos
Of eternal meaning
And a baby
Is born
While the boundless eternity
Moves and collects
Responsive concurring
Dust mote intercepts
From wide eyes stares
Which interpret
A scene
Of its own manifest beauty
Even in tears of sadness
The ceretonine balances
To intercede with memories
Moments of happiness
The infinite qualification
Of chemical reaction
Clues us in
Yet again
To this fundamental
Unity
It is me looking at my old self, laughing, mocking the weakness within
the bad memories of yesterday seem absurd today
I know and so should You there are many storms ahead
no matter how hard they hit always remember the Sun
is bound to shine - if not in the instant the storm is gone
in time - don't do what shouldn't be done
or you might just miss this rhyme - you'll be gone
Life comes with good, with bad - be happy, be sad
be calm, be mad - instead of death choose life
It's morning and I'm trying to jumpstart my thoughts;
vroom-vroom, there they go on the highway, rushing
towards my right brain ready to morph into rain
and fall on your left brain -you think- how selfish of me
to impose a simple action that may cause a chemical reaction
ending up as a synapse of poetry, robbing you of your dignity
In these strange times we live in we just have to learn to give in
and absorb what's given by those who think for us, after all
there's a certain sense of nobility in: being lead to victory,
accepting without questioning the sound reasoning of those who lead,
believing they won't turn their back on us in times of need, right
Wrong, hear that gong? You've just KO-ed your own freedom
of choice, of having your own voice and traded it for.. for what?
A false sense of security, a sense that when things take a turn
for the worse you can hide behind the big man; reality check
the big man with his big words will be nowhere to be found,
you'll be left all alone to stand your own ground...
Question everything, even yourself, be curios; if by chance
you've lived a delirious life, without dong so just remember
It's better accepting change and regret what you've done
than living a life of neglect, being horrified by what you've become
Form:
Who are you, this man who
has crossed my threshold,
entered my kitchen,
entered my life, and
entered me?
From what alien world, traveling to
the middle of my mind,
the brink of my heart,
the boundary of my soul,
can you be?
Who in heaven sent to you
a written invitation,
a quickly scribbled note,
a frequently whispered prayer
to have tea?
Oh yeah, the nano-second that I saw you,
like a chemical reaction
in every limb and organ,
in every cell and sinew –
it was me.
I can picture how we two melted over a glass of freshly squeezed
oranges and apples I believe,
held hands and felt the
energy.
Although your face was still so new –
It’s how it’s done these days –
intimacy with a stranger.
I rather like it I must say,
happily.
So brilliantly in tune to every cue
we smoke, we smolder,
we burn, we brew,
we sip, we swallow,
intimately.
What conceivable harm does it do?
In measuring the importance
of the biologic stew some
say that the percentage
Is eighty.
To actually know you
I can take all . . . my . . . time.
No mad rush to conclusions,
No sad sprint to commitments;
But we can have our pleasure
ASAP.
We dance a dizzy salsa, we two,
jumping in and stepping back,
skipping forward to go slow,
testing and running the diligence due, just
to let it be.
No need to decide a thing before the day is through,
a week, a month, a year or two . . .
We only grow younger together.
Our only risk is reaching an age too pure to love.
And what risk is that?
Waiting for that chemical reaction
That burst of sanity
To take effect
I gradually move
From the grey areas
Into the ever increasing light
Happiness encapsulated
In my tiny pill
Daily dose
Of normalcy
I wonder if I’ll ever be free
From these prescribed pills
And altered state
Of reality
But I think of the alternative
Remembering the horror
And demons of madness
Monstrous tears
Of imagined fears
Locked up in my room
As the world danced on by
Behind flowered pink and grey
Curtains of solitary confinement
Thoughts of death
A morbid lullaby
Notes tinged with premonitions
Who is the next one to die???
Life hangs from a thread
I lived a life tinged with dread
NO…I will not go back to that hell
Another day, another pill
I command my mind to be still
And just accept the dependency
At least there is constancy
Addicted to continuing on
To be able to sing life's song
I look at the light
And start to feel alright
By the time he awakes
I’m bubbly and great
I love him into the day
And I know it will be Ok
Now I’m who I used to be
From depression’s clutches free
Not everyone knows the struggle
How I often need a good cuddle
For in the end my troubled mind
Needs a love that is blind
To the monster’s that I face
And offers me sweet grace
Maybe myself one day I'll wean
And be completely clean
But for now…
the chemical blessing
I just what I need
To survive and thrive
To be truly ALIVE!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Love, what is love
Scientifically love is a chemical reaction
but it is something deeper than that
it is the feeling you get for one single other person
one that you would go to hell and back for
But not every feels the same
at a point in someones life they offer their heart to someone
and that person gives it to someone else
when that happens they try and give it to other people
but instead of giving their heart they are giving themselves away
until one day they give up on love
When someone hits that point they become different than everyone else
they see the world in a single color...black
the heart, soul, mind all of it is black as the depths of space
they become hard, they body grows tired, they see nothing except darkness
they become shambling people who are just trying to stay in line with the world
I have become one of these beings of black,
everything i touch or try to care about drifts away and dies, or turns on me
I wish to see the world like everyone else, but I have chosen my path in this world
I use my darkness to bring the light out of others dark, maybe this is my new way of showing love?
So I ask you, when you stare into the mirrors eyes, what do you see?
Do you see the darkness of lost love, or the light of a happy heart?
I ask What is love, to you?
Form: