Long Collapse Poems
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EarthTribe awakens remembering our original eulogy:
Earth reveals Her without Time progenitive absence,
teaching emergent integrity, peace, grace, karmic justice
to human nature within as without,
uncovering synergetic redesigning therapies
free of immunity to Earth's cooperatively
reincarnate generation.
Thank you to Elders for listening
to those who are voiceless
but not without dancing dissonant rhythms,
those without immunity
but not to death,
those who are fragile
but exposed to totalitarian risk
of polycultural value extinction,
to the cultural collapse of touch
into claustrophobic feeling,
loss of humanity wearing sacred incarnation
sight, sound, felt hope,
empathy,
gratitude,
kindness,
passion,
regenerative
fractal
dialectical-informating composition.
Thank you for curious timeless presence
sparking fires of crackling synapses singing silent fear
to mourn ego's inevitable death
to dualdark becoming Absent,
a regenetic health investment
for Earth-time's future.
Gratitude for creating Muse language
transliterating all self-perpetuating icons of sacred home,
for seeing our belonging
within this eulogy of my not-yet-heard longing,
for intending your in/out breath,
each bicameral heartbeat,
each moment,
each thought,
each bipartisan relationship,
each dipolar value,
toward this elegant
divinely natural
timeless co-arising dynamic freedom
folding and unfolding time's bilateral Earth-functions.
And addiction to anthrocentric dysfunctional dominance
ecobirthing climatic transitions,
internal and external eco-logy confluence
and eu-logies of Earth's double-binding
not future and not past
ego/eco-present
self/other perpetuating consciousness
of bilaterally revolving
Earth's life/purgation spin.
A bouquet of jasmines and gardenias hangs
Their fragrance losing ambrosial whiffs;
A death of his loyalty truly wrought
Where crackle of night marks a bridal vow’s end--
How I , in sunken despair stand alone
On the aisle of innumerable regret ;
For my maiden name is unchanged
When a man betrothed chooses a turnabout…
And delicate flowers’ promise grasps the tears
Until their luster pales into ashen hues
Upon my hands , a collapse of nuptial splendor:
How naïve of me to ignore his gazes, uncertain
When those eyes bland as torn petals falter~
While gaunt cluster I hold tonight... drops on the chapel floor.
For Laura Loo: Verses Of Metaphor ll
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10/4/2018
Please don't open the dam,
Violently flood fresh water with salt.
It's been about time this bridge will weather and collapse.
Though my cupped hands ache for brine,
You keep me longing for the glow with a bright smile on my face.
I need to keep smiling, because the glow will never stop.
It could never stop, and that can mean just so much.
Label it the cradle of my hurt, if you would
Though they'd see it was only blue sunset at best.
Back to the days when basking in the blue
Was all I could truly stand to do
Spent twelve months anticipating the end of the world, and it's still yet to face my share.
So cheers to us. Lest we diminish. Let's idle at the enscarpment's edge
As if we'll reduce this tearing of threads.
Leeching about my life the way I do – it's a shame, and to what end?
To what end do I learn that, eventually, every lesson teaches the same.
No, it's not you. No, it never really was.
So drop the dagger, buddy.
You must fix your heart.
In realms unseen by human eyes,
Where mystic wonders truly lie,
Quantum physics weaves its tale,
A dance of particles, oh, so frail.
Behold the world on a quantum stage,
Where mysteries hide, turn the page.
Particles dance, entangled in flight,
Defying logic, shimmering bright.
Uncertainty reigns in quantum's hold,
Where position and speed, forever bold,
An electron's path, a blurred array,
Wave-particle duality on full display.
Observer's gaze alters the game,
Collapse of superposition, a curious frame.
Potential blossoms into solid form,
Quantum secrets, they start to swarm.
Entanglement whispers of connections unseen,
Particles linked, in a cosmic routine.
Spooky action, across vast space,
Instant connection, an ethereal embrace.
Schrödinger's cat, both alive and dead,
A paradox lingering, filling our head.
Measurement decides, reality's decree,
A quantum enigma, perplexity set free.
Quantum leaps, energy's rise and fall,
Quarks, leptons, bosons, they enthrall.
Quantum fields, vibrating strings,
Reshaping the fabric, where wonder sings.
From the tiniest scales to cosmic might,
Quantum's realm unveils its light,
Mysteries unfolding, step by step,
In this wondrous quantum ballet, we're swept.
So marvel at this quantum realm,
Where truth and strangeness overwhelm.
Through poetry's lens, we glimpse the view,
Of quantum's enigma, forever anew.
Don't worry about her they said
Her bark is worse than her bite
But what they didn't know
Is that she used her claws to fight
Suddenly she changed before their eyes
The abusers stopped and stared
She had finally had enough
She would make them hurt and scared
She felt the anger boil and rise
Her soul turned black as night
She knew she would enjoy the chase
As the abusers all took flight
She would make them see
The hate through her own eyes
Make her the one they fear
With torment like their lies
She chased them through the town
Down alleyways and lanes
Chasing them towards the sewers
The water tanks and drains
She would show them helpless
Show them bullied and abused
She would show that people
Are not play things to be used
They sought the safety of the tunnels
But little did they know
That she would drive them forward
To the place she used to go
The black and swirling water
Looked like a giant eye
"Please make your last requests,
Its time to say goodbye"
She crouched down low beside them
In a predatory stance
"You could apologise you know,
I'll give you one last chance"
One girl dropped down on bended knees
Sobbed and begged for life
She felt her anger subside a little
Took her had off the hunting knife
The second girl just stared below
At the swirling water deep
And floods of regret and sorrow
Made her collapse and start to weep
The last and final girl
Decided to stand her ground
They faced each other solidly
Neither made a sound
The girl extended her hand
Towards the girl that she despised
And saw her breathing calm a little
The blackness leave her eyes
The girl took one step forward
Her fingers reaching out
Not knowing how this was to end
Or what it was about
Her fingers pushed through anger
Through layers of hate and lies
The nights of pain and anguish
The unheard and unloved cries
Her fingers touched the skin
So old and thin to touch
She felt the pain and sorrow
And finally knew how much
She stepped into the body
Crouched upon the floor
And felt the ice that froze her
Right to the very core
Together they moved to stand up
To approach the other two
This was when it had to end
The point that they all knew
Now the soul was shattered
In four distinctive parts
But they must learn to work together
For they don't have separate hearts.
Form:
Let's address the elephant in the room
A coward in power who could care less if we're doomed
A man of trust, more like a man of disgust
Who decided to give this liar a crown & push him to higher grounds, man enough is enough it's time we take a stand & call this man on his bluff
Our so called Idol is idle, full of shame & denial
Disregarded the poor then started a war saying it's for our survival which we know is a lie though because in reality we know he's just trying to hide his name which is tied to these claims that his bestie Jeffrey Epstein maintained in his files
The man's a creep let's face it, we can start with the basics Like him being a full blown racist full of hatred
Or the fact he's a man with no plan, out of touch with reality, lost deep in the matrix
On top of all that now there's leaks he's a rapist
Now he can't sleep at night, he hates it & refuses to face it
But let him tell it he claims they are jealous & it's nothing more than tasteless statements that are baseless
True to his sin, purely off bluffing he clearly started a war for nothing & us the people will suffer for that
Once again due to his actions & his lust for evil even he knows he's got to cover his tracks
Senses our dissatisfaction because we all know he's lying so again he supplies us another distraction in hopes it will cover his a-s-s before they uncover the facts
Figures if he can hide the proof then how can they provide the truth if within the files they choose to release they do it piece by piece, buying time to hide the crimes, only giving us the redactions with all original facts smothered in black
Just more lies & once again we're caught up in another one of his traps, a lapse in judgement followed by a sudden collapse but they say it's nothing relax
Of course I could do nothing & stand back like the others who are under his wrath & act like I understand this hate that he's hatched
But in doing the math the numbers don't match
We were once a land feared making other nations stand clear, believe it or not once upon a time we were a nation unmatched.
Under a leaden sky where thoughts flow like an endless river,
I wonder what it matters if I collapse, when I've been falling for an eternity,
the world crumbles too, bleeding everywhere, from all corners,
just like I am, lost in my own infinite descent.
Let me fall, let me shatter into a thousand pieces,
again and again, under the gaze of hope trembling in the corners of my eyes,
maybe when I rise this time,
maybe... I'll manage to understand the chaotic dance of the universe.
In my fall, I find a bittersweet release,
a silent poetry that writes itself among the shadows of thoughts,
and in every fragment of a broken dream, in every whisper of the wind,
hope extends its trembling hands, promising a new beginning.
Perhaps this time, I'll decipher the mysteries of the night,
perhaps I'll see the stars not as distant points,
but as beacons lighting the way to oneself,
while the earth, like an old friend, whispers ancient stories to me.
The fall becomes a dance, a ballad of the soul that refuses to be silent,
and in the depths of the abyss, I find a light that cannot be extinguished,
a spark of life that pulses with every heartbeat,
the promise that, no matter how many times I fall, I will rise again.
If I trust myself, does it make life easier
If I give myself the benefit of the doubt
Would I become superior
If I trust, do I lose
Does the world collapse into
A fragment of the life we once lived and loved and knew
If I’m broken, can I keep
Loving everything I’ve done to me
I change the way I walk
The way I stand
The way I notice things I can’t
Become and everything feels heavy
Collapsing in on my own body
If I trust, do I loose
Every wall I’ve built
If I trust, do I lose
What I made myself into
If I trust myself instead of you
Would I lose myself to guilt
Everything I have
Everything I built
Will my world all fall apart
Again
Buried Alive
These walls....
they laugh at me but no one else hears
They steal the very breath of me
...but no one seems to notice
They blare a suffocating silence
Leave invisible abrasions from unseen restraints
These walls I once called home
These walls have become my coffin
~FJ Thomas
Most of us run through varying emotions at times. It helps to jot them down and get them out ;) These walls can be emotional or very literal. Usually the one causes the other to collapse in along with it.
The important thing is to remember that there are others who very much understand how you feel; you are not alone. So never give up!
Propagate God's words with intensity,
As commanded by the Lord Almighty;
Continue to share the faith with others,
Turning the faithless into believers
Make all the nations disciples of Christ,
Don't waste each moment as time quickly flies;
Invite them to hear the clear voice of truth,
Let the chosen ones bear many a fruit.
Let's uphold the work of great salvation,
Despite the trials and tribulation;
Let's help the seekers end their quest or search,
Though men persecute the true genuine Church.
While other churches collapse and decline,
The true Church of Christ remains strong and fine;
Because the right hand of God holds the fold,
The glorious success shines like a pure gold.
The triumph witnessed by the whole wide world
Is a mystery that has just unfurled;
It puzzles their mind in utter surprise,
It makes them wonder as shown by their eyes.
Imitate the zeal of the disciples,
During the era of the apostles;
Spread the good news in solid unity,
Propagate God's words with intensity.