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Not a period
maybe a comma -
Why illness,
why suffering,
why injustice -
I light a candle
for care and love
Let the light
shine
like dawn
Give us strength
and hope -
In faith and trust
Nothing is impossible
by God -
The Lord's promise -
Oh God, hear our prayer
Amen
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01/12/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
On nights when sleep flees from me like a shadow scared of its own existence,
I wonder if we are cursed or blessed, we who think beyond the edges of reason,
For "bad" is too simple a word for the complexity behind our perpetually awake eyes.
We are the architects of our own mental labyrinths, builders of castles from layered thoughts,
And if you look closely, you'll see that beneath every worry lies hidden a profound form of love,
For no one loses themselves in infinite thoughts if they don't care to their soul's core about everything they touch.
At midnight, when the world sleeps, our minds race at the speed of light through parallel universes,
Constructing perfect scenarios, unraveling and reweaving the threads of reality into ideal patterns,
While seconds drip heavily in the hourglass of insomnia like mercury tears.
We want each day to be a masterpiece sculpted in ephemeral time,
Obsessed with details like painters dedicating their lives to a single painting,
Trying to capture the essence of life in the fine net of our hyperacute consciousness.
But the price of this infinite attention is heavy as lead in tired bones,
Temples pulsate under the pressure of thoughts like drums in an endless ritual,
And eyes burn from tears shed for the perfection that always slips through our fingers.
With all scenarios calculated to the last comma, with all plans woven in silk threads,
We end up exhausted, with souls heavy from unrealized dreams and bodies drained from the perpetual dance of the mind,
You, who read these lines, know exactly what I'm talking about, don't you?
And yet, in this beautiful madness there exists a kernel of greatness,
Because we love life so much that we refuse to be mere spectators in our own existence,
We choose to feel every second to the marrow of our bones, to live consciously every breath.
In this hyperlucidity there is a strange and painful beauty,
In the way our mind constantly dances between reality and possibility,
In the way we refuse to accept the superficial and always seek deeper meanings.
There is beauty in you, restless thinker,
In the way you carry the universe in your mind like a precious burden,
And each thought is a star illuminating the darkness of the unknown.
Eating alphabet soup with a straw so you can play Scrabble with the leftovers
Lyrics from an obscure band is music to your ears
Shaving off the November scruff that was plastered on your face
Nightmares are less frequent yet still take their toll
Promises that I will wake up - drink some water - and fall back asleep
The medication makes my mouth arid
spitting out vowels and consonants and shaping them into poems
choking on the nouns and verbs that populate my speech patterns
laughing to oneself and thinking "Maybe I don't have an accent."
Raising one's glass to wish good health to a room full of people whom you cherish
breaking down into tears - but you're in the shower - so it all blends in
trying to remove the dirt from underneath your fingernails that you have anxiously chewed
dancing to a song that has been over for five minutes but the chorus remains in your mind
choosing not to look up the lyrics to the songs on your vinyl album
holding, breathing, remaining pure to the one young woman whose heart you protect
Remembering the words of your late grandfather who told you not to wonder too much - or you'll get lost yet I found the courage
to look into the eyes of Death
and say "Check Mate."
All of my dreams end up with me doing some project and looking down - just to find my exposed body
I even watch what I eat before I go to bed - but the raw and gritty details remain
to tell the truth - that things are terrific - I'll tell my therapist
I was born in the December of '92.
Walked this Earth for seven years.
Decided I know what I am destined to become.
Emerging from a crystalized coocoon.
I spread my wings and learn to write
Poems about loss, love, and human nature
Rearranging the pasta in my bowl to spell out
some SAT word I have only used twice
in conversation
laughing at my grammar, my spelling, and my love of the Oxford Comma.
Captializing Words That Don't Need Capitalization
because Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman did it first
Taking time to think things through and telling yourself : "You're stronger than you know."
My weakness: "Carbs and late-night with Craig Ferguson."
My strengths: "I am a writer and a Poet I shall remain."
Do we have any more alphabet soup?
Zen Tango
Nothing could and should take command
If you think you need the punishment
Let love get the better you watch the light gun fire
Ahoy deep in the skallow of Todd
Your trip in the ethereal all murky with fog
Surprise the laughter makes us a believer of something different
Just fine like a good bottle of wine if it's free
Mafia black with a crimson glow
I couldn't talk where was my free will
Through jungles of monkeys who show you your path
Back from the swamps i'am sure i'll never turn back
Aware of the maybes and what if's and some highway of life
Wait one distracted minute after the other
When it takes over you got to run for cover
My best days of life taking on a challenge
My worse days of life simply caring
You see something that's not there
But the background was finely drawn, dogmatic intrepid oblique
I was sergeant stink I couldn't think the other way I could only think of keep this distraction until it sunk through my skin right to the bone
I did it all for to get that feeling so I could check the box
I am not a robot
Citizen Skin
It's you it's me It's all around us
It's Poisoned you with goodness
Significant to have a measure in your soul
Could this be freedom
The ignorance of denial the rejection of society
Man made comfort started with the shape of a rock
Expectation zero years fall memories never made
Except when you broke your own law
Abandon all hope those who pass through these gates
See what makes us great get pissed on everyday
What is obvious is oblivious what is honest is how you will be seen
Make the family work you can't go back
So no regrets no discount truth's no packages that are labeled
For your glory
Mostly labelled for your head to create a cost of your own free will
No sentimental regards to those smoking companies
To the Government who cashed in on addiction
The freedom to have no voice the freedom to live invisible
Look in front of you and tell me whats yours
All your life signed over to these whores
Shout as loud as you can people have tried
They purposely give you it for free.
Then wait and remove the carpet from your feet
Then freedom is worn on a soldiers
New pair of socks
No dear
Make the date for the tea
Friday at three
For the moon will be
At the windows
At the wee hours
And it will be the full moons
We will pick up as much as we choose
With the scarlet spoon
Monday the sun is hot
No room to look at the blooms
Right and left a lot of the knots
No freedom to consume
The aroma of the kettle and teapot
And ample warmth
Fruitless will be the perfume
So hungrily sought
Make it on Friday, dear
I will have the bouquet
Wet with the dew
Under the shade of the brown cashew
Waiting Haikus
Under the moons
The globes of love
We will bring it down from above
Blend it with the doors to the stories
Of the blue breeze and white cheese
This Friday way
We two
The unbuttoned blue
Tuesdays we stay too much buttoned
Questioning and questioned
The ears of rice and wheat flattened
All the almonds dampened
No point to meet
With all the oceans discreet
Nice will be the bay
No bridle on Friday
We will make the crochet
As the full moons sway
Opening the dizzy doorway
To the interplay
Into the next day too
The lovely lingering blue
No other work to attend to
No socks no shoe
All brakes broken
In the Garden of Eden
Both Wednesday and Thursday
Too much to pay and repay
So busy with our purse
It is a rank commerce
No eyes to see the dove
Let alone the circle of love
That will shine far above
Beyond our reach
Far off from the beach
No stories to stitch together
Just the toxic work
The shoulder into the jerk
No time
My pen and your rhyme
Won’t chime
The Friday will come and open
The gates of the jasmine garden
No concern for the absolute tick tock
In the mirror the exposed peacock
Fulfillment of the golden wildfire
The hillocks loving the playing lyre
The next day is a holiday too
Followed by the Sunday hue
Here is a time of planting the tree
In the festival of the artery
On the happy Friday in the jasmine garden
The day of moons and green lemons
No full-stop
Just comma and colon
For the hundreds of flying herons
With the pink crayon
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February 26, 2018
Friday feeling - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
What's up with all y'all?
I'm awkward and tall
Catch me before I fall
I'm dancing in the Hall of Fame
Shame just came...just came...
Tame me up in God's name
Liar and cheaters aren't tolerated here
Lick me with your fire and hold me dear
Have no fear; darling, have no fear
Steer the boat away from trouble...
Danger will double...double...
Don't burst my bubble...bubble...
Bubbled up by bubbles...
I'm not dumb - I'm a young teenager right in front of your face
I'm super deeduper smart and fantabulous in vast grace
The future has got me many places...I remember the traces
In a coma
Add on my stress like a comma...
I pause, then I go
You know, I'm living just foshow
Leave me alone, negativity
I invite you in, positivity
I need You to make me optimistic
I don't wanna be so pessimistic
Sarcasm was rolling off my tongue
You're my other lung
Lunge into me, breath of the Holy Spirit
I have a boyfriend, so quit your ****
You can eat me up bit by bit...
Because I don't throw those 5-year-old fits
Too many times have I covered up for you
You belong with me, darling, it's true
I'm a wild child for a reason
I am as magical as the winter season
Like, seriously, brah, you good in the hood
Because shame on me - I'm misunderstood
My confident stride
Is due to my bipolar ride
My confidence shines
Paying your fines
Punks and dorks are filling this room with doom
Let me bloom like a butterfly flower...consume
Happiness...resume on with your joy and peace - get a room!
I am growing like a mushroom...
I hear the explosion of excellence - boom!
The writer, the fighter...
Has came back 7-fold
I'm a sensitive guy, so don't go higher...
We are on the same level, my darling devil
I am oh so bold...
Maybe a little too much for my own good
I'm in the arms of a billion angels
In all angles...stripped down by devils
I blush, for you are the one for me
I crushed on you, my blessed baby
Let's live on and die a mighty winner
For, you are a winner, reader
Confidence shines...let's follow the Leader
You look in your monochromatic mirror
and see a Lincoln Republican.
You read,
"You can fool some of the people some of the time,"
but not all the bicameral folks
all of their deep sacred ecology listening time.
But, you stopped at the HalfTime comma
which felt like giving permission
to step toward twittering condemnational rule
by fake news
confusing to distract,
denying to belittle
in your SaveFace Book of Conflict Management
while issuing Orders
not fooling anyone for any anti-health and safety constitutional time
at all.
You hope you are like Lincoln.
Yet he tried his WinWin best to avoid Civil War;
which means he did not do his WinLose supremacist best
to start an UnCivil Revolution
of Mutual WinLose Destructive Devolution,
competing against all NonUSA
NonWhite
NonJudeoChristian
NonAlphaDog Matriarchs,
as preferably servile bitches.
Lincoln thought it politically irrational,
although perhaps economically necessary,
to enslave and rape and sex-market black bitches.
You see the "perhaps economically necessary"
as Lincoln giving you permission
to ignore your own politically toxic intentions
to actively harm those who share your Elder Matriarchal
regeneratively nurturing
Organic Tree.
You, The NakedDonald,
are no Abraham Lincoln Republican.
You do not even pretend to speak softly and listen
while carrying a big stick.
You speak as loudly and often as possible
so there is no time for your LeftBrain Dominant Ego
to listen to your own RightBrain laughing
at the image of you not only carrying,
but nakedly waving for all to see your biggest stick.
You are AntiLincoln UberSupremacist Republican,
which means your SuperDaddy BadBoy CombOver Act
is alarmingly unhealthy and unsafe
in a WinLose Oval Office,
acting like a Rabid Elephant
in an on-line Glass House of EgoCentric-Only Mirrors,
which the Constitution intended to remain WinWin
Ego/EcoCentric Mirrors,
both on-line and off,
within Earth's WinWin healthier than WinLose
Reality ReGeneration/DeGeneration Show,
in which all Earth's Multiculturing Empires
wear only WinWin EcoPolitically ReGenerative Clothes.
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Reverse time and take it out it out of the universe!
I’m stamping you null and void
You got a lot to say but you’re not talking about much
It shouldn’t take you so long to come up with such
Non sense
Talk about something relevant and provoke thought
Is wisdom so hard to obtain
Stay away
The way I put words together remind me of the way God put the Earth together
Nothing missing and everything in place
The way I mix the spiritual with the natural
means i have superpowers
call it the spirit of discernment
I can see pass three dimensional
To say I aint lyrical is like saying religion is going away one day
It doesn’t make sense
Nope never I’m here to stay
You believe in something and when a whole bunch of people feel the same way
I am born
I got arms and legs and I’m growing
Without a bomb on me I’m blowing up
No one is allowed to use the pronoun “I’, followed by the words “like” and “as”
It belongs to me now
Pay me every time it slips out your mouth
Just like insurance all I state is there
I don’t care about your feelings right now
I’m arrogant I know and you wish me the best of luck
I know
But my charismatism makes sure I don’t get into a crash
I can’t get out of
God broke the mold when he created me so it is only right I give
You originality
Pain as a hobby
Why didn’t I think of that
Look in the mirror if you dare
And see where I’m at
This is the most powerful writing I ever done
My ex’s can be proud to say I use to f*** with him
“Yeah, I left him, he was too controlling.” Period,
Comma dot I’m innocent.
When all I ever wanted was you to do better than me
So that way all the pressure doesn’t fall on me
Not to brag about what I have done and what I’m doing but
I’m the one that co-signed for you to go to school
I listen to too much rap music that’s why I have a nice flow
I know what you’re thinking before you thought it
Name all the things you have done for me
I can do the math
I got a 100% in Algebra and my recall is great to be modest
But you swear so much like you were there in the delivery room
Helping my moms push
Form:
O’ Jealousy
SORRY FOR THE BROKEN
LINES- EACH SINGLE
LINE ENDS WITH A
COMMA.
O’ Jealousy how
wonderful You are,
You sow the seeds of
hatred,
So deep,
Often even,
In an innocent
heart,
That friendship,
love and sympathy,
Began to seize
slowly,
By the charm of your
tempting arts.
You create doubts,
To watering the
plants of hatred,
Which slowly grows,
On the fertile land
of mind,
But soon,
Its roots began to
find,
Their pores,
In the soft corner
of hearts,
And then one day,
It takes into its
clutches,
Even the most
liberal part of our
hearts.
I salute thee, O’
Jealousy,
As you live in every
heart,
And began to show
your colors,
Irrespective of age,
regions and bars,
In every land of
this Earth,
Even high in the sky
and the heaven,
You live and bloom
in every season,
You move from one
end to another,
So swiftly and so
fast,
Without the
formalities,
Of any permission,
And without the need
of any pass,
No sky can limit
your boundaries,
No heart can torn
you apart.
No one in the entire
universe,
Has the power to
make you stop,
Sooner or later we
all succumbs,
In the traps of your
alluring arts,
How beautiful and
catching,
You weave a story,
To trap the poor
hearts,
How magnificently
you wait,
For the prey to play
in your hands,
And to see its great
fall,
While singing the
same tune and songs,
Which you have
weaved,
Through your master
craftsmanship,
For the poor soul
and hearts.
For this reason,
I salute you,
O’ most beautiful
jealously,
As you are a
beloved,
Of everyone’s heart.
Please be merciful
on me,
And leave me without
your shines,
In my heart,
In lieu of this,
I promise to praise
thee in my arts,
O’ jealousy, how
wonderful you are.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 30th
Aug. 2014
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Ravindra K Kapoor
31st Aug. 2014