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The hero returns home
Never assigned or assimilated
Throughout his voyages into
The wild and clear dark of the world.
He turns up the terra firma now
A steaming, lonesome bull of thoughts
As groping vines that run alongside him
Tease themselves off the walls:
A gentle plea for the patience of man.
The whole Earth in her dusk-filled rejoicing
Boars her way through his senses
Through glade-like breezes and whip-lashing
Leaves, Life cries out to him:
Believe in the ordinary:
The walking world without
Dreamed-about beams of candor
With every human exchange
Every axe to its tree,
And be the streak up color
You so desperately desire.
Don’t confuse rebirth with death
On your heavenly march:
The vainglory rise:
The familiar surprise.
His muse was a dragon, and he told me Leroy was pushy.
I could not imagine he was any more challenging that Trixie.
Leroy will take me down and spit in my eye, he told me.
This was a bit more aggressive than Trixie, actually.
I brought Trixie over to meet Leroy, but he was shy.
He is not acting normally, admitted my super poetic guy.
I gave them some space, and he asked his muse why.
Because she intimidates me, Leroy said with a sigh.
Trixie was telepathic and had sent him some news.
It was meant to intimidate, consternate and confuse.
He was scared of her now, afraid of my aggressive muse.
Now more than one more person has seen Trixie’s fuse.
Ever wonder why you are here?
Your non existence generates fear.
How'd you get this body, this life,
While millions suffer in strife?
Meaning is so illusive,
Answers aren't very conclusive.
Some notions might be comforting,
From a faith lessening suffering.
Buddhists believe you see,
That you'll always be able to be.
Honoring insight, reason, not myth
A suitable mindset to live with.
Your beliefs will be torn,
But don't be forlorn.
Rebirth is the term gurus use,
That religious Westerners confuse.
Simply like rocks, trees and seas,
Fooled by mythic gods you like to please.
Fourteen billion light years across,
When will this universe exhaust?
One hundred billion have lived here before.
Sizeable number, too big to ignore.
Your uniqueness is a matter for mirth,
Helping others is what challenges our earth.
If artificial intelligence can be conscious,
The future of humankind is dauntless.
Combining humans and matter expands thinking,
Our world will no longer be shrinking.
We are all only one,
Under this wondrous sun.
Just a speck of carbon I guess,
Nothing more, nothing less.
If your goal is to find nature's order,
Seeking meaning surely is broader.
When you discover the inner you,
You'll know exactly what to do.
I the chalice
Overflow with letters
Sylabuls similes vowels
Fusing them together
Written by the feather
A quill in the past
Now on a tablet
Notebook with biro
The words still flow
Poetry is my muse
I try not to confuse
The words written to help
Society from destruction
People self identify
Freedom to ask WHY ?
Words have no agenda
Font can be slender
together are powerful
written words from poets
Inner thoughts of life
Not just anguish and strife
Subjects on any matter
Similes on a platter
Pronouns are historic
The chalice overflows
words above does show
Keep writing makes a glow
I write because I love it,
Creating words upon the page
Thoughts arise unexpected
Upon my mind’s stage.
Linguistic gymnastics confuse me
I have no understanding at all
When poems or prose is confusing
I wont bother then to recall.
Some writers set high expectations
And set down very strict rules.
With the P.C. person for authors
Ensuring you use the right tools.
Scrutinizing words of the meter
Making sure of the syllable count.
Rhymes must be true, and not near ones
If not, you are disqualified – out!
When readers engage with the writer
Their attention is captured by words
Imagined or real does not matter
If the interest to read has occurred.
I cannot be false or pretentious
To impress for the sake of reviews
If my words were hollow and thoughtless
I would feel disloyal to my muse.
I admire writers with prowess
Who can move my emotional state
With well-written stories or poems
From thought worthy lines they create.
We all have particular skillsets
Many writers prefer a free style.
While other use meter and rhyming
Does not matter - if good they’ll beguile.
So, before you criticise others
Please look at your own imperfections.
Take a breath, consider the authors
Who all write by their own intellections.
Shhh…don't listen, don't listen, to what they say.
They try to deceive us, distract us,
let them do what they may
Stay calm, deep breaths, as they foster unrest.
They want a reaction; they’ll give it their best
We are not enemies though we look not the same.
They try to confuse us, amuse us, promise us fame
Don't listen, don't listen to what they say,
We are not foes though we come from away.
Hush now darling, don't lay awake remunerating
on your fate
Have some faith in your fellow man
and trust that God has a plan
and if I die before you wake
know my life I did not take
So, don't listen, don't listen to what they say
Peace through love can be ours one day
if only we don't let them have their way
Sadness
turns into madness
people explode in
Movie Theaters;
People explode on roads;
People have road rage
on this road called life."
Say it soft shhh hush
CAN you say
"Zoloft "
Resentments
In churches, where
black-folk congregate.
Under the protection of the
Lord.
Were killed in his presence
by programmed youth under
mind control; Parishioners,
Praying baptist,
killed by terrorist.
Can you say
"Prozac"
People
Agitated
in altered states
don't know what to think
no pure water to drink.
Foods that confuse
instead of regulate.
Can you say
"Chlorine / fluoride"
Hate
backfiring like an old shotgun
toxic people making promises
to toxic hopefuls; Who gets sadder
and madder as they realize…
That in America;
They eat bad foods and...
Their lives Also "do not matter”
CAN you say ( Mon Saint O's )
or "GMO'S"
Help
Can you say...
"Follow the wealth ".
can you say
"Pharmaceutical"
over "medicinal"
can you say "Americans
are a victim of "Stealth"
Stolen minds and bad health.
Can you say
Exodus...?
I just need to close my eyes
And I can feel you so close
Hearts... never lies
And our hearts... only knows
I see a you... smiling for me
I am me... smiling back at you
In your mind... do you see?
We’ve known... I know and you knew
It isn’t just for spurs of moments
It is love... we are simply too dumb to admit
Too much distractions is life for our hearts to listen
Cause falling in love isn’t at all taking a leap
It doesn’t take two to make love happen
It takes love to make two season
We confuse ourselves to have it all broken
And we question ourselves why love kept the distant
Its love we fall into
Will you close your eyes
I see a you... I knew
Do you see me... standing by?
I don’t get it. They confuse me. The psych of a woman.
Her needs, her wants, her desire.
One day she’s happy, content and in bliss.
Then the next, she’s a blazing wild fire.
My questions: Chocolate or ice cream? What’s her likes in food?
And what does she want in a date?
But then, just as importantly, what does she dislike,
What does she actually hate?
I bet she hates unemotional men,
Men that think love’s a violent war movie.
I bet she hates the guys that love footy,
That think horse racing is natural beauty.
At the bar does she like her vodkas for shots,
Then at home her coffee or tea?
Does she like not being judged on her choices in books?
Does she want a man whose a bit more carefree?
I guess, in a man, she wants ambition.
She wants optimistic, funny and smart.
She probably wants a conversational guy,
That’s well groomed with a passionate heart.
Does she want a man whose sharing and caring,
Who understands how to hug, kiss and hold?
At the end of the day, I think she wants a beautiful relationship,
With a ring that’s made out of gold.
The vernacular language that I use
Slips into my writing also and can confuse
Those from other countries and regions
Sometimes my language is macabre
For I slaughter the English language
From the teachings of my upbringing
And also from the family and associations
My language patterns have taken formation
I wish that the zephyr of higher learning
Could sweep across and saturate me
With an instant knowledge of a broader
Vocabulary and grammar so that writing
Would become an eloquent and easy
Part of my life gracing me with flowery
Words that would bless each heart
That reads my work consuming each morsel
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