Long Denials Poems
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In The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying,
Sogyal Rinpoche writes, unconvincingly,
to my left-brain dominant ears,
"No suffering,
however dreadful
[and even mortal],
is
or can be
meaningless
if it is dedicated
to the alleviation
of the suffering of others."
This abstract act of "dedication"
sounds suspiciously left-brain dominant
to me,
Looks like rationalization,
Feels like arguments
for a view of "sublimating" sensory desires
and denials
that would merely replace,
by act of superego sustained willpower,
one disconnected set of sensual attractions
and distractions
for another.
As if left-brain reason
could control our natural
spiritual flow of hormones,
the multicolored elixirs of right-brain connecting
and as yet disconnected feelings.
Anyway
[kinda got lost in the analogy
which is more of a right-brain metaphoric
metaphonic
polypathic
polyphonic search for connections,
reconnections,
preconnections,
unconnections],
I can imagine:
No suffering,
loss,
humiliation,
excommunication,
death of an organic left-brain dominant EgoSystem,
however dread-filled,
is,
or can become,
meaningless,
If this event
can be connected,
and resonantly reconnected
to enlightening
and thereby empowering
the alleviation of Other's ecosystemic suffering
loss
degradation
disconnection
marginalization
apartheid,
death of an organic right-brain interconnected
Whole Open EarthSytem View
of spiraling
revolving life and death
Reweavings
ReGenerations
Multi-ReGenerations
Interdependence
of democratic
life systemic
sacred Power
secularized Light,
bilaterally resilient Positive/Negative Energy.
They saw you naked,
And yet, fully clothed,
They saw your skin glisten,
Despite the bruises and scars,
That you intended to shroud,
They saw you naked,
And they loved it.
A touch of a hand,
A raspy Mississippi muttered,
And despite your abashed flinch,
His chest swells with pride,
Tonight, as he sleeps,
The stroke of your finger restored his hope,
And he loved it.
And yet I hear the cracking of a whip,
See the scar it left as it touched your skin,
The sharpened blade glued to your sleeve,
You gashed your back and slept of ice,
But your broken heart mended two,
And despite your denials every night,
I know you looked pretty today.
Love’s Wave and Breaking Crest
And though the lover’s now shared empty cells
o’erflowing with the enmity of loss
endured the curse of self inflicted hells
beneath the towered specter of the cross
the remnants of a love – now prayerful dross
crumbling – dry flowers clutched to chest
unwilling to admit denials cost
beneath fate’s wave and breaking crest.
A darkness of the heart devoid of light
numbing to the core all pulsing hope
adrift in string-less voyage – hateful flight
as fearful fingers ever slowly grope
the promise of the knotted, swinging rope
to which the aching heart has acquiesced
in effort to relieve love’s need to cope
beneath fate’s wave and breaking crest.
As through love’s hand slid harsh Manilla grip
tears dried upon a sallow, sunken cheek
awakening cold heart from endless trip
silencing the quest for dying’s shriek
recoiling from a final act so bleak
as to despoil a love that felt so blessed
strip it of love’s whimsical mystique
beneath fate’s wave and breaking crest.
Thus does the heart renew its rhythmic pace
return full beating flow to aching chest
release itself from memory’s sad embrace
beneath love’s wave and breaking crest.
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4/28/2015
In love, too callow too young, broken apart by life’s torn and tortured terrain. Hearts beat in unison, will they be together again, fingers crossed—Poet
With fingers crossed,
confessions contorted seep lovely lies
spun timidity of untruth, vapid daunting denials
tussles tossed into love’s requited ring,
an aching hollowness when tender love leaves,
one will feel its brutal sting
Bestial bees swarm sweet honeycomb,
creatures lost in their pollinated pull of habitual humility
Ere serendipitous magic surrenders sparks
bated breath abides a quiet ache,
as shadows descend the psyche predicts,
a hallowed death, silence bends
With both, fingers crossed and with bated breath,
gestures still swollen in mouths of babes profuse
thus far never dies, only forgetful subterfuge
silenced sentimental souls, one departs
the other collapses, awaits with anticipation
against a waning world with holes in hearts
Echoes of past linger, an anxious expectation
a sacred secret within its power, an empirical upshot
pushed and pulled, swayed from an earlier them
The pull wins every time, more than ever they give in
telling of a palm reader
time p a s t
times f u t u r e
summoning, so be it’s
the time
i n b e t w e e n
a still point
of an apex u n s e e n
is the flame still there or
an illusion playing over time again
They say one must be thinking of the other
if a magical moment recurring
sweeps a promising prism, the scent of their skin,
a moments cabaret, never-end, ceases life sojourn
That our travels shall come full circle
two ships amongst fleets of stars
hearts the same find their way once more,
never swimming to another’s shore
destiny’s doom or divine decree,
embraced with open arms should be
what was the purest of love’s charms
Both wished upon the same star
unfeigned heads held high
they set each other apart
beckoning back from start
spirits unwavering in resolve
on this long night of dimming hope,
venture towards aurora dawning bright
warm and welcoming~
Can you believe
Instead of caring for one another
Right under our nose
We are losing it
While our eyes are opened
To the noise and din
Our ears are closed
To what's within
Why we fail to realize
What is happening now
Is camouflaged by the opiate
Called news
All orchestrated by denials
To create changes
So that liberty we once possessed
Is no longer applied
We can no longer focus
On what is meant to be
Because we are distracted
By fake news and political chicanery
Which we fail to see
Celebrated and feted with idolatry
In a reckless dalliance that has no path
Separation of mind, soul, body and heart
Some parade as leaders of men
But do not let nature take its course
When we are still mired by the vagaries of history
That causes confusion and strife
They forget the common purpose
Of providing comfort and care
We are sheep in arid pastures
Neither watered or fed
With silted and barren vision
In tired and weary heads
So our faith is sealed
And dreams are slain
With faded hopes, our new refrain.
June 6 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 78-82
Key Verse – Psalm 78:7 That they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep his commandments.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY HOPE UPHOLDER
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
valuing my words of supplication
Thank You for vitalizing me with Your might to vanquish sin and temptation
Very powerful are Your commands for my commission…
Voluntarily, I submit to You, the Author of my salvation.
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
vindicating my soul from hell’s devouring
Thank You for leading me with Your guidance along Your caring
Very loving is Your pardon that cleanses me with Your nurturing…
Vocally, I praise You, my Saviour of deliverance-bearing.
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
validating my satisfaction in Your fullness
Thank You for pouring unto me Your blessings of goodness
Very bountiful are Your provisions for my wellness…
Visibly, I come to You, enjoying Your compassion’s greatness.
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
verifying my motives against fleshly defilements
Thank You for forgiving me of my confessed sin-entanglements
Very strong is Your might that braces me against iniquity-engagements…
Victoriously, I cling to You as You enable my accomplishments.
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
varying my challenges for my stirred-up trials
Thank You for fortifying me to overcome hardships of personal denials
Very timely are Your answers I can’t measure in several vials…
Vigilantly, I beseech You to empower me for my faith-portrayals.
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
vouching my integrity by Your redemption-glow
Thank You for imparting to me Your wisdom along instructions I must follow
Very lawful is Your justice in defending me from deceits’ blow…
Valiantly, I serve You, my Almighty Sovereign from where my supplies flow.
Lord God, You are my hope Upholder,
visiting my heart for my pleasant testimony
Thank You for teaching me to walk along Your truth, whether sunny or rainy
Very assertive are Your counsels that brace me up despite troubles so many…
Vibrantly, I seek You, meditating Your Word, sweeter than honey.
June 6, 2023
God’s wisdom is what we need…
…Such upholds the veracity of our salvation-brace
While we face various challenges along life’s race
Midst struggles marked by sinfulness and weakness’ trace…
For us to stand on the winning side of His awesome grace.
God’s wisdom is what we must ask for…
…Such arms our sanctification-holiness
While battling against many facets of unrighteousness
Midst enticements of materialism and worldliness…
For us to do good works in His will’s truthfulness.
God’s wisdom is what we seek…
…Such secures our soul from doubts’ infirmities
While we conquer several stages of difficulties
Midst sufferings brought by atrocities and calamities…
For us to trust His unfailing promises’ certainties.
God’s wisdom is what depend on…
…Such intensifies our standard-convictions
While we flee from different angles of temptations
Midst allurements packed by lust and deceit’s intentions…
For us to follow His instructions toward heavenly decisions.
God’s wisdom is what we must lean unto…
…Such corrects our human-ignorance
While we subdue pride of towering arrogance
Midst ambitions of personal and carnal extravagance…
For us to stay humble under His great deliverance.
God’s wisdom is what we pray for…
…Such proves our self-denials
While we pass through tough and rigorous trials
Midst persecutions along foes’ betrayals…
For us to reach service-triumph’s peak thru His miracle-portrayals.
God’s wisdom* is what we share…
…Such powers our labor-victory
WhiIe we do His will for His glory
Midst hindrances in proclaiming Gospel story
For us to rescue the perishing from hell’s fury.
*1Chronicles 22:12 Only the LORD give thee wisdom and understanding...
June 23, 2019
***~~***
Only but voices, i can not see their faces.
They laugh and recite verses,
Reaching me slowly in this lonely oasis.
***~~***
I can hear the sound of the beak of their feathers,
Their cloudy whiteness,
Living me in awesome wonders, mellowing me
Like servants to masters.
Oh! what caused this cloudy matters...?
***~~***
Again, i hear voices without the trace of faces
In the starry night,
Trying to see my joy, ignite,
To make sure am so elegant.
***~~***
I can hear them call my name,
Announcing the coming fame,
That can never be lame,
No denials by time....
Children from another world,
See them strolling around in the air,
One here... one there.. crystal
Babies all around, i know they come from where
My soul one day will go.
I am part of the chaos that once found me, intricately woven together,
Each fragment of the soul with which I had the chance to communicate,
Every skin I touched randomly carried by dreams,
All of these have made me who I am, a memento of gains and losses on the way.
I am still in pieces, anchored in the remnants of memories,
I am still that person from years ago, when I lost sight of who I was supposed to be.
I stumble and fall, only to land in the loops of my weaving,
Just to start again, resuming my destiny.
In the reflection of chaos, shards of broken glass reflect a universe,
An ephemeral dance of lights and shadows, a dark magic,
Where every butterfly wingbeat is an echo,
It's me, lost in the labyrinth of memories, seeking a red thread that leads to the ground.
Whispers of the past watch over me, gentle breezes in the deep night,
Every touch was a shattered dream, a hidden tale of melancholy.
In the flow of consciousness, I traverse seas of pain and ecstasy,
I find myself, unraveling and recomposing, in an eternal dance.
I am fragments of shooting stars, scattered across the sky of memories,
Lights pulsating, throbbing with the lost magic of who we were.
There, in the cosmic darkness of my troubled self,
The tapestry of destiny is woven, with threads of desire and wrapped regrets.
Oceans of denials and reconciliations embrace me,
In every fall, I find a new way to rise, to be reborn.
Under constellations of shattered dreams, I rebuild myself,
I am that eternal being, woven with the thread of chaos that shapes me.
In the silence of solitude, I hear echoes of forgotten whispers,
A recital of lost souls, telling ghostly epics.
I reconstruct myself from the remnants of those memories,
I learn from them to fly once more on wings of eternal hopes.
Every scar, a map of my journey,
Every failure, a step forward in the labyrinth of destiny.
I rise from the ashes, a phoenix with wings of shadows and light,
Embracing chaos, becoming whole, in a universe of melancholic magic.
Open Wounds
Eyes perceived anxiety on a face
Nemesis offers tainted bread
Empathy urges passions to brace
Channel to hell scorching red
Denials viewed as a cowardly act
Incubus maliciously intended
Truth dried tears lies kindled fact
Open wounds will be mended
07/29/2016
7:09 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA