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a haibun ABSTRACTION
The soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation as the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;unseen the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon the earth green;bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel virent yellow,oak stained the pale apricot;while
blood red,reddish russetdotted the olive lind;freckled crimson,a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green as burnt rumber sank deep into its sanguine slumber.
I walk through the glade
abstractions enlighten me-
colour my rainbow
I changed my mind when you showed me the truth,
I tested each and every one of you,
I took my time, and did it in purpose,
I knew exactly what I was doing, because i tested the spirits,
I've been called a fool on many occasions,
Yet I knew it was never foolish, it's called intelligence,
I press in a little harder, because i want to see,
The face behind the makeup, so I know exactly what I'm seeing,
God hardwired me to pay attention to detail so many times,
That i notice things others might throw out without even trying,
I want to see what I'm up against, I am a watchman,
I wake up at the crack of dawn and pray against it,
The treasure I have is to watch my God intercede,
I wasn't aiming for their acceptance, or so they believe,
My heart has mourned losses, yet he reminds me I'm not lost,
I knew many of the positions he's placed me in would come with a higher cost,
I knew it would entail some abandonment, or cause my heart to cry,
But what you don't see are the tears I cry for you, and all the prayers in the middle of the night,
I'm not ashamed of the sensitivity of my spirit, or whatever draws me near,
He protects my heart day and night, he takes away the fear,
He directs the perspectives of my emotions and places then in order everytime,
He also uses them to bring me closer to him, to reflect, and see my own life,
My heart will still remain giving, and sometimes the most rewarding is when you can't see,
Because that is when faith kicks into high gear, disciplining the hour I first believed,
There is no lost cause when faith directs your steps, because it's really not about the outcomes at hand,
It's the frame of mind and heart to trust in His love, and walk with him hand in hand.
WHO ARE THESE AMBITOUS MEN
WHO STAND BEFORE ME
ARE THEE THE SAMETHAT TAKES
BARLEY FROM THE FEILDS
AND STORES IT IN THE CAVES
MIGHT THE MEN OF THE FEILDS
SHAVE YOUR BEARDS
TO SHOW YOUR FACES
OR SHALL THE WOMAN
OF EVENING
CAUSE YOU ILL
TO HAVE TRACK OF WHO
YOU'VE BEEN WITH
DO YOUR COUSINS IN FAR AND DISTANT LANDS
UNDERSTAND OUR WAYS
THAT YOU MIGHT SEND TO THEM
THE BARLEY OF OUR FIELDS
TO BRIGHTEN UP THEIR DAYS
DO PEOPLE EAT THE BREADS
FROM OUR BARLEY ON DISTANT
SHORES
SHALL I SEND MEMOS TO
DIFFERENT PLACES
SINCE YOU SEEM TO IGNORE ME
SPEAK THAT I MIGHT
HEAR YOUR LIES
STORIED TO A PERFECT DETAIL
WHERE ARE THE GRAINS FROM MY FIELDS
HAVE YOUR SATANIC PLOTS
PREVAILED
WHO'S SHIPS ARE HARBORED
TO RECEIVE GIFT OF THESE GRAINS
THEN THE CAPTAINS AND THESE SAILORS
CHORE TO DELIVER
THESE IMPORTANT THINGS
I SPEAK YE AS KING
ANSWER MIGHT
I THEN KNOW
SAY TO ME WHAT I ASK
THEN MAYBE I'LL LET YOU KNOW
The Cold Embrace of Death
The hush transports him to another place,
where peace and joy are swallowed by regret.
The sea allures him to his own disgrace,
Akin to earworms feeble to forget
The crashing surf now softly breathes her name,
and speaks of pledges, secrets still untold.
The wind relays his sorrow and his shame,
as old bad dreams before his eyes unfold.
Again, she slowly lets her body fall,
to free her life off fiends that proved too grim.
Each small morose detail he can recall
as hungry waves below try to reach him.
The weeds peep through as tidal waves recede
persuading him to join her and concede.
A baby acquires natural habit
to take a soft toy in bed while to sleep
accepting that as the most favourite .
Child develops an attachment, truly deep.
I can't recollect a special toy
owned by me : Nobody cared to tell,
but my daughter and granddaughter enjoyed
same practice: I'm telling ih detail.
My daughter was fond of a woolen doll
who secured permanent place beside her
in the bed as if her child after all.
When pressed button, doll to address' Mom , Dear !'
Doll could close eyes in lying position,
sleeping with my daughter till reaching Ten.
Twelve year old Granddaughter holds obsession
for a monkey-toy which till entertains.
She named it Gloria: On Face Time meet
She holds Gloria in her arms always
Addressing ‘Good Morning’ , both I’m to greet.
She starts talking kissing Gloria, each day.
I pen this to you dear Love,
So my words remain eternal
Long after my heart is meld in dust
I am so thankful and ever so grateful
To you dear Love
For finding me, my beloved
And blessing me with your gifts
How could I have known what love is
Until you showed me
Made me feel your warmth
Embraced your every detail
And succumbed to your wisdom
But certainly I do love you,
With an awe inspiring light of dreams
And vague certainty of time
With all my essence and willow breath
Deep and irregular heart beats for you
Like a summer love bug strung on the taste of you
Pitching at every decibel, you are my sunshine
Until I knew love
Finally, Until I was loved by you
Nothing became vivid
Lucid became reality
I want to search your vast mind and lay you down for eternity
Touching for as i do with you
That fragrance of a bed of roses always freshly cut with the morning dews
Love, that you love Love
Feeling it deep within me
Being unable to describe
Rewriting me
Embelishing me
Deep,
Boisterous,
Love
Her eyes appear brighter
Her voice whispers low
Her head on the pillow has risen, somehow
She is somewhere without us, somewhere back home
Lost from the present, to a place long ago
She's been lost in the shadows,.......... of where?
We don't know…
A spark has ignited to cradle this moment
Exquisitely composed with infinite detail.
From the essence of recall, it seems to become
a virtual illusion, as if she's gone home
Once lost in the darkness,
it is briefly retrieved,
just for this moment, before it is gone.
She smiles as she holds it,
as if it has pleased her,
a small golden flashback
to fondle awhile.
It came from a closet,
like a small shaft of light,
on a small mote of dust that has tumbled in flight
Poised in the sunlight it cradles the moment
Too brittle and fragile, too soon it is fading
And quickly to vanish, it falls out of sight
No trace and her face, will lose all the light
crawling into the shadows
that cradle the night
____________________________________________________________
5/9/18
The faith in me has been a victim of my soul's strife,
To the God above us full with life,
I am no longer an optimist when it comes to my fate,
Destiny and freewill do not matter to me anymore as of late.
To my brothers and sisters who have fallen to a certain degree,
Everything has broken us but we're still here hoping for God to answer our plea,
So I must say to you all that our freewill is bound to us,
Be damned by our sins till we be turned to dust.
Our mortality is what makes us what we are,
Like every detail of our past drags us down even from afar,
Lies have submitted me to my past perdition,
Every drop of blood I see now is a memory of my past mission.
LOVE WILL SEE YOU THRU
THE TOUGH TIMES.
LOVE IS FREE FLOWING,
NEVER CONFINES.
LOVE IS WITH YOU
WHEN YOU FAIL.
LOVE REMEMBERS
EVERY LITTLE DETAIL.
LOVE IS THERE IN YOUR,
WEEKEST MOMENTS.
LOVE IS CONSTANT,
FREE OF DISAPPOINTMENTS.
LOVE IS THERE WHEN YOU,
TEST AND TRIAL.
LOVE WON'T GIVE UP,
IT IS NEVER FINAL.
LOVE IS THERE TO
GUIDE THE WAY.
LOVE WILL NEVER DIE,
ROT, OR DECAY.
LOVE IS THERE IF THERE'S
TEARS AND PAIN.
LOVE HAS NO LIMITS,
IT CAN CLEAR THE RAIN.
LOVE IS NEVER UGLY
OR MEAN.
LOVE HAS NO PATTERN,
OR ROUTINE.
LOVE IS NEVER
LONELY OR BLUE.
EVERYDAY LOVE IS
SOMETHING NEW.
TURBO1904
Singers and dancers,
artists and writers,
philosophers and poets,
academics and health professionals,
parents and teachers,
actors and contemplatives,
grandparents and children,
live and die between Heaven and Hell.
Between Heaven's interdependent sensory Enlightenment
and Hell's individual secularized Industrious-Militant Revolutions
Pathology and sin result from severing healthy spiritual tools
for development
from degenerative denatured fake-wealth weapons
for destruction.
Heaven's tools restore peace
where re-tooled weapons
without divine mercy
redistribute Hell's sure-fire punishments.
Sacred tools,
like bicameral hearted minds,
were
and are
for hunting,
gathering
harvesting
cooking
serving
cleaning
recycling
composting
regathering,
impressing
not trangressing,
health-restoring FuturePowers.
Weapons were
and are
for killing
threatening
hating
condemning
judging
repressing
depressing
suppressing wealthy MultiGenerational Matriarchal FlowCycles.
Technological tools,
post industrial,
have evolved from
WorldWideWebs of Heaven
for cooperative social health information
Too often devolved into propaganda weapons
against WorldWideWalls for self-ghettoizing Hell
promulgating competitive anti-social disinformation.
Sacred tools, verbal and non-verbal,
derive from
and help build
heart-paths toward progressive liberties in love
and conserving equitable and responsible compassions.
Secularized weapons
contrive from
and help destroy
other paranoid
rabidly bipolar
mind pathologies.
Sacred tools serve immortal life.
Secular weapons serve up violent death.
Just as word choice
is the smallest detail
of communal win/win communication,
Weapon choice is the smallest
and also least cognitively wealthy, part
of commercial and residential conscious win/win choice-making
well-tooled
politically healthy
true-wealth conserving co-investment,
Articulating
incarnating
re-creating
sacred life evolving in-between
LeftBrain's ideas of Heaven
and RightBrain's experiences of lose/lose Hell.