Long Connection Poems
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The MonoTheistic conclusions
self-righteously drawn
by too many Straight
White
Male corporate leaders
More comfortable with their asset management skills
than uncomfortable with their power overish tendencies
of systemic capitalism
historic kleptocracy
transcendent autocracy
Is dark-skinned slavery,
dark-minded disempowerment,
defensive proprietary oppressor
zealously predative mistakes
assuming lack of sacred
enlightenment
in profane Other.
By contrast,
the PolyEcological resolution
of EarthMother indigenous wisdom
is multicultural co-investment
in healthy democratic
win/win wealthy polyvagal neurosystems
Finding universal
uniting salvation
in resonantly resilient
health care energy
Massively co-mediated
co-empathic
co-operatively owned
and nutritiously nurtured
addiction to EarthPeace
multiculturing healthy democratic
healing justice.
When our religious beliefs
don't mention
and challenge
competitive systemic racism,
then we suffer
from anti-ligion,
dissociative division,
Other punishing injustice,
more than we restore worship
awe
connection
with all Earth's multiculturally healthy
resilient diversity,
Truth and Beauty
of cherished
sacred
EarthDay life.
A bridge has been built between the heart and soul
which has become a compulsory one way route
for all emotional functionality to walk through
from the passers-by of feelings to the incredible mobile hormones.
Subjection to this recent development
has created a legal case and caused an internal demonstration.
The heart stands as an advocate for the soul
as it faces a bunch of physiological lords
and representatives of the principalities of doubt
to create the conviction of the acceptance
of this rare engineering in a being so worshipped and adored.
Such a person of whom connection sits on favour and luck
for both of us to stand out from a flock of lovers;
voracious for each other from head to buttock
with a schizophrenic longing all round the clock;
giving the soul a reason to talk and a smooth platform to walk
puts the body in totality into a passionate knock.
Now as gracious and as vulnerable as the duck
but unlimited and confident like the Hawk.
Solid foundation of peace is planted like rock
which is well maintained from an erotic stock
through romantic apparatus fetched bulk after bulk.
Such crossed-match desires create a heat
putting differences to a constant defeat,
producing sweet soul edibles to eat
from wheat to meat, enjoying the feat
is completed as aspirations settle in one seat.
All these occurring over and over again
towards a future so sweet and neat
for doubt and fear to lose this case woefully
from the words of the yearnings of the heart
then in compliance, the ‘yeah’ of the host of feelings have it.
He was a violent slasher in a movie,
there was no way for him to spook;
The murder weapon rather bougie;
A psychopath doesn’t frighten easy,
when a fear would rise he’d rebuke;
He was a violent slasher in a movie;
Devoted slave of what is high society
wielding a steel dagger that he took;
The murder weapon rather bougie;
The wifi connection was so spotty;
Unable to handle a common fluke,
he was a violent slasher in a movie;
Stealthy with the aid of technology
without it it’s hard to be a crook;
The murder weapon rather bougie;
All of this made his frail nerves crazy,
no phone no power he would puke:
He was a violent slasher in a movie,
the murder weapon rather bougie.
Who are you behind this screen
I would truly like to know
Let’s meet tomorrow for a coffee
See how the conversation flows
Just through our written words
We have formed a connection
But over coffee would we find
We’d want to run in the opposite direction!
Would we be disappointed in each other
Feel awkward and just not click
Our mind racing rapidly for an excuse
To try and get away quick!
Or would we meet for coffee
And it was as we expected
Like we’d known each other a lifetime
Meeting, the best idea suggested
How interesting it would be
If we could be a real life friend
Or is our connection solely
Through the words that we pen?
In the dance of shadows, secrets unfold,
A controversial tale, daring and bold.
A shadow's embrace, a silent connection,
Whispers of obsession, a hidden reflection.
Stalking in rhythm, a dubious affair,
In the moonlit glow, temptation's snare.
Priceless moments, or a dangerous game?
Seducing shadows, fueling the flame.
Star-studded wishes, a clandestine plea,
Moonlight conspiracies, enticing and free.
Breaths intertwined, a forbidden delight,
As figures stroll under the veiled night.
Old followers yearn for solace and grace,
In the persuasive musings, a controversial chase.
A silhouette's dance, a provocative sight,
In the controversial verses of the night.
So this is where I have come
To the depths of reasoning
Chosing faith over insecurity
This plan of mine to find the one
Eludes me to say the least
I try my best to woo them
Be honest with them
Yet they flee I want to give chase
But always out run by common sense
If it's too good to be true it probably is
But how do I meet someone
Where do I look
Or should I not look at all
Will she come to me
I want to believe
I want to have faith
It scares me
Haunts me
I seem lost in transition
Lost in complexities of my own doing
Unwinding the past ain't so clean
Makes me visit memories I wish not to see
With in this body is a mind that the heart can't get in the way of
I search for a dream come true
I search for a physical connection
But today the game seems to out play the player
I want to give up to give in
Let my destiny be alone
But I won't
I will dream I will believe and maybe someday the universe will deliver all this and more
Headed to a destination far west of my home town, I was a thousand miles from home and a thousand miles yet to go to reach my destination when I took a wrong turn. 100 miles off the path before realizing it, this wrong turn became a very long wrong turn. I met two people while in my 'state of
lostness', each of whom seemed on a different mission. I might add that never have I seen two people with distinct missions so in tune to their purpose. I first came upon a Mr. Indifferent who busied himself hunting deers and fishing for salmons. While fishing, he entertained himself by
watching golf and football replays on his Iphone. I sought his assistance in putting me on the right tract, but he ignored me all together; not a word.
It seemed I was breaking his consentration, and his anoyance of and by
me was clearly visible. He could not have cared less. I quickly moved on, thinking the 'grass was surely greener' around the next bin and up the next hill.
I met Mr. Hate over the hill, but if he was grass, it certainly was not greener than Mr. Indifferent. Mr. Hate was determined to live up to his name, and I was his next target, the receptor of his verbal wrath that had neither rhyme nor reason. It appears that he was instinctively hateful toward any and everything within sight regardless of any connection with himself. Never had I seen eyes and body language more hateful.
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For me, a silent kiss meant goodbye and the last time
I felt that way was when I walked him out from my birthday
party and stopped by the door, where he gave me a silent
kiss on my forehead, and then walked to his car.
He sensed throughout the party that my feelings for him
were gone, so the silent kiss meant goodbye for both of us.
That was four years ago, but now
it has a new meaning for me.
The silent kiss means a deep emotional
connection beyond physical attraction.
I met him seven years ago in a dance class.
We became friends, and then dance partners.
We have a platonic friendship that never
crosses the romantic line, so the silent kiss he
gives me and the silent kiss I give him when we
say goodnight after our night of dancing is an
expression of appreciation and blessing.
For us, the silent kiss is an affectionate gesture
of a great friendship full of care, respect, and love.
Within the confines of the prison
Lies an abandoned soul
He’s looking through the shattered prism
For emotions to take hold
He’s searching for the pain and pleasure
To acquire a human form
Within the exploration
Begins the evil storm
Security is distant
And melancholy strikes
The victim is resistant
And hides his saddened eyes
The sense of self is broken
The roles are undefined
A place of isolation
In a lost and cluttered mind
Intolerable injustice
Insufferable grief
Unbearable confusion
In answers that he seeks
Reclaiming the connection
Is his essential feat
He must untangle cobwebs
That frame over his deceit
Obstructions are arising
And trust is growing dim
There gathers disappointment
The outlook being grim
His only expectation
Must come from unity
And gathered from a viewpoint
Of sensibility
Oh, rise up our hero
And care for your own self
You’ll come out of destruction
And cease this torturous hell….
I am not here
I do not exist
My screams are silent and go unheard
everything is pointless
in sleep comes dreams
that radiate peace
they tell me everything will be okay
though beautiful
the creatures be
though beautiful the galaxies
though enormous the feeling
of connection with
everything and nothing
when I awake they're gone
they were not real
they were just dreams
like myself
the imaginings of other beings
people see what they want to see
people perceive what they are given
in dreams
it encompasses everything and nothing
it all exists as one
and upon waking
it all becomes divided
and even "nothing"
no longer exists
except in the minds of those
whom try to transcend
their bodies, minds and souls
thinking they understand enough
to accept that knowledge
and that nothing is something to be achieved
without understanding
that nothing is everything
and everything is nothing
it is simply a state of being
and this place
it's not a state of being
it is a state of experience
a state of existing as a piece of an unknown whole
separated from that which would give
the ultimate content
a being of nothing and everything at once
but here, while in this plane
I experience and exist
in the minds of others
sent to perceive
to give the whole
the rest
an understanding of existence
while I long for completion
and link back to nothing
I exist, but I don't
and the screams of my experience
go unheard
because they are a piece
only part
and the whole
of everything and nothing
is greater than just that piece
one cannot transcend
that which they have been given
until it is given and taken back
into the whole
no longer a separate piece
the experience absorbed
and become a part again
of nothing and everything
then it will be heard
to exist it to experience
one cannot escape their existence
by death
they have to accept and will be accepted by the whole