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Your smiles frozen over,
and you stand tall above the water
like an iceberg, so tall and elegant
in your presentation.
But surface-level trickery
can’t fool or satiate
my scuba diver
curiosity.
I see through your
poorly constructed ruse.
I prep my gear,
dive deep into your ocean,
and discover that underneath
the surface-level beauty lies dormant
a bummock of cuts and bruises.
The true nature of things,
the true nature of you.
A life packed full of solutionless problems,
scribbled out like math equations
written on a chalkboard
by a genius mathematician
who can’t ever prove his theories
or get anything to work.
Nobody understands him
because he can’t even understand
the things going on
in his own head.
Now,
enough of the comparisons.
Let’s get back to the subject.
You’re chronically ill.
Your condition is worsening.
You present yourself in a positive light
while, under the surface, you're
withering.
I worry for the day
when all of your problems
become too much
for you to bear,
and you slip away
like an avalanche
in the Arctic,
never to be
seen again.
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yeah, yeah, yeah!
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ooh,yeah!
ooh yeah
auh auh yeah!
plinka,plinka;pling!
ooh,auh,ooh,auh!
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got me say ooh auh ooh
auh,auh oohy,auh ooh:ooh!
yeah;yeah
ooh!
auh ooh, ooh!
yeah yeah yeah!
auh ooh ooh!
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auh ooh!
auh ooh, ooh!
yeah:yeah;yeah!
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A Samurai once went to a Zen Master,
Sad that Zen, not sword claimed much more esteem.
Look, he said, Moon's no scent but silver lustre;
Roses live with thorns, fragrant no less seem.
Comparison's root of great misery--
Why world's goodness fails to enrich its life.
For, plunged in presumed patterns most men see,
Not its poetry, they see only strife.
O haply rejoice in richness your own,
Rose never envies Moon, nor yet Moon rose,
Behind masked faces look at men nigh close,
Hid behind every smile there's muted moan.
If life gets stuck on to preconceived grooves,
Change perspective and look. Life's life if moves.
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Sonnets | 04.12.2017 |
If my being is not born from words,
What am I, in the vast anonymity?
Not a sculptor of poems with the chisel of language,
Nor a painter stirring the carousel of colors.
If scars do not define me,
What drama bears my name?
The scream that scratches the walls of empty nights,
Or drops of ink spilled beneath the vault of my disorder?
If I am neither the marks carved into the soul's casing,
Nor the persistent echo of pain that beats in the chest's cavity,
Nor sheets of poems scattered on the bedspread,
Who could I be, if not a shadow?
I do not boast the gold of saints,
Nor do I carry my sins as banners.
Perhaps I am just an insignificant being with burdensome dreams,
Too tumultuous to find a place to rest.
Nothing but a word written on a forgotten page,
A weight that measures souls on the scale of the heavens.
A face in the mirror, a return in the thread of fate.
A comet broken with the longing to fly between galaxies.
If scars are not the script of my life,
What other scenario could outline who I am?
I wait for you to look at me with your third eye,
To see beyond masks and expectations.
Cast me to the lonely satellite of nights,
And I will state that I find myself in the darkness of its deep craters.
Extend the brightness of the stars to me, and I'll show you how they can get lost in the infinite.
Only if you could glimpse the truth lying hidden beneath layers of petrified self.
And if you dare, perhaps, to craft comparisons with metaphors that shy away,
You might just succeed in building a bridge over my unseen abysses.
And then, maybe late at night, I'll believe your whispers.
I relish spring's green growth; plants at their best
and babies after mama birds build nests.
But I cherish summer trips on fishing boats,
going barefoot, bare arms, no caps or coats.
Fall embellishes with gorgeous colors
but it’s back to school and few days outdoors.
Summer can have hellish heat from the sun
but then swimming makes for all kinds of fun.
Winter’s also nightmarish - snow and ice storms;
a fireplace brings comfort, hard work that warms.
Nourishing summer’s heat ripens gardens
corn on the cob, juicy watermelons.
Finished. No season’s perfect, I suppose -
outdoors is why I think summer comes close.
I open my notebook and stare at the page;
Its blankness looks back at me, taunting.
I don’t have a topic or thought to engage,
So writing a poem seems quite daunting.
I think of my day and whatever’s occurred,
Yet nothing has snagged my attention.
To write about nothing sounds rather absurd,
Though “Seinfeld” right here needs a mention.
A show about “nothing” is how it was billed,
But of course it was anything but.
With trivial banter its characters filled
Every episode making the cut.
And so, in that spirit, I’ve written these lines –
A springboard from empty to full;
For sometimes oblivion gives us designs
And we yield to gratuity’s pull.
The cosmos, from nothingness, came to exist
And likewise, the words that I write.
Comparisons naturally should be dismissed
But both needed a spark to ignite.
Did mirrors ruin our world?
Or merely persuade us
to resurface
as our mirrored selves?
Before mirrors
there were only still ponds,
waiting for the wind
to stop speaking.
A face appeared
looking upon itself,
then drifting away.
The breeze was kind;
it never let
the face linger for so long.
Polished obsidian came,
then bronze,
then silvered glass.
Each one promised
a sharper truth
of self—plain and simple.
Mirrors decked our halls
revealed in bathrooms;
handhelds to look behind;
little compact ones;
to put makeup on.
The mirror created
more than a reflection.
It quietly invented
comparisons—
with yesterday
with others.
Impossible without
first seeing
self—plain and simple.
Narcissus bent low,
believing he had found love.
Instead, he embraced
an image.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall..."
never flattered.
The Queen hated
the answer,
hated the looking glass.
Alice stepped into
to another world
through her looking-glass.
Later came
the age of the selfie
staring back from every
wondrous place,
only to be upstaged—
by that face—
in front.
Oh yes...... That face!
We look in mirrors
less as we get older!
with less selfies
looking back as well.
Then came the Corrector.
The mirror asked
"What shall we improve today?"
Lighten the hair,
Soften a few wrinkles
Ease the furrows on the brow,
Touch-up the scars
Remove the crow's feet
Reshape those lips a little?
Anything else?
The question now is:
"Who am I?"
"Who do I see there?"
in the mirror
which asks
"Which version now?"
"Oh! Corrector Mirror
on the Wall,
who's the fairest
version of all?"
"In the Corrector Mirror on the Wall!"
Merely personal green salvation
is necessarily incomplete,
All by myself,
sure to face sinful defeat.
Yet universal climate redemption
cannot become sufficiently replete,
to help my heart feel
less ignorantly stuck on re-delete
For monocultural remediation
we historically
and culturally at least try
multicultural mediation,
nonviolent communication,
polypathic emancipation,
polyphonic optimization.
Personal comparisons
and interpersonal companions
and ego/eco-bilateral
environmental habitual passions
can be divisive
dismissive emancipations
Competing religiously dogmatic theory
and natural/spiritually felt experience
schizophrenically competing
bipolar dissonance
empowers secularizing
minimizing
separating
dividing
unnatural desecration
anti-religious negativity
supremacy
missionary zeal
evangelistic violently prophetic communications
of natural environment mortality
and sinful conspiracy theories
and other bipolar forms and fields
frames and functions and flows
of dissociative bad news.
And,
internal spiritual v natural external contrasts
can yet distinguish analogical resemblances
between nurture and nature
Complementarity of open holistic religious systems
can become complexly unitive,
integral
negentropically cooperative
Rightbrain polyphonically prominent
redeeming our children's healthy climate
through mutually cooperative
communicating positive wealth
of bicameral energy
Suggests leftbrain dominating
disempowering negativity
About rightbrain polypathically more prominent
actively working and playing for green redemption
of healthy bilateral positivity,
So,
Merely personal salvation
is necessarily incomplete,
All by my leftbrain dominant ego-self,
sure to face sinful defeat.
Yet open, whole Earth climate redemption
cannot become sufficiently bicameral replete,
to help my heart feel resonant,
less ignorantly stuck on sinful
short-term profits
unresilient
compassion re-delete,
permanent social-cultural distancing
experienced as eco-political apartheid defeat.
For pathological climate remediation
we historically
and culturally at least try
multicultural health mediation,
nonviolent communication,
polypathic emancipation,
polyphonic optimization
restoring green ecofeminist pacification.
The woman is
milk juice,
the man is
sugarcane juice...
the woman is
Apple pear,
the man is
lemon fruit...
the woman is
for pro sec
the man is
brandy...
the woman is
sweet potato,
the man is
manioc...
the woman is
the heat,
the man is
popcorn...
the woman is
violin,
the man is
trombone...
the woman is
basilar,
The man
it's acidity...
the woman is
the road,
the man is
truck...
the woman is
a garden,
the man is
the wilderness...
the woman is
to forgive,
the man from
kill executioner...
the woman
never is afraid,
tô donate
the man is
afraid to surrender...
the woman is
Calm sea,
the man is
angry river...
the woman is
beauty flower,
the man is
proud cactus...
the woman is
right sure,
the man is
kinda crooked...
the woman is
landlady,
your man is
farmer...
But love is a strong link
that promotes communion,
love is the amalgam that unites them
and do party in the heart...
Separated they produce nothing...
but together they bear fruits
in creation...!
Integrity of Love
summarizes late summer harvests,
Sacred PositivEnergy vocations
more ego inside during colder hibernated nights
committing to outdoor GreenPeace
through eco-restorative justice
helping EarthTribe learn
when and what
outdoor polyphonic
and indoor polypathic wherever leading
and whatever integrity
Matriarchal trusting We
and Privileged RightWing
WesternWhiteMale Lives Matter Most
preferred
All secular-capitalist through orthodox sacred WinWin
longterm possibilities
live in full polypathic EarthTribe classrooms
for cooperative spring learning
while planting restorative seeds
and synergetic autumn harvests
of natural-spiritual integrity,
culminating as originally intended
WiseElder Winter seed and creation story selection
following revolutions
and leading Northern-SouthernRebellious WinWin Lights
Rooted in lust for
WonderEgo with AwesomeEco's
lightYang with waterYin co-performance
eco-liturgical health dance,
songs of deep ego richly felt creolizing colors,
red and green,
black and transparent ultra-violet...
Gently placing color labels
dualdark
on loser through winning PositivEnergy revolutionary feelings,
yin-squared speed of flowing light,
does not help me feel WinWin Here/Now transparently better
but can help me share these natural-spiritual nondual feelings
with others in secular sterile classrooms
and outdoor green and blue sacred spaces
filled with those sharing LoseLose griefs and losses
and committed to design and cooperatively implementing
healthy resolutions
of resonant EgoYang
EcoYin-Squared wealth of newborn
sacredRight through secularLeft
light.
ZeroZone primal differences
between what forces LeftBrain language and cultural dominance
and what invites sacred RightBrain silence
Both/And resonant--
Comparisons between YangEgo and YinEco Habitat
RedStrength with GreenResilience
Secular with Sacred
Ego as extension
of EarthTribe's cooperative RightBrain
memories of seasonal light and dualdark
matriarchal Eden enwombment--
zerozones of winwin cooperative
ecopolitical
opportunity.