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Looking at thee, O Tree,
O Nature's miracle maker,
To me ye offer
An amazing journey—
A journey of insight,
That in his growing disconnect with nature,
In his arrogance, nature to master,
Man has only plied his own plight.
Thou art O Tree,
An astonishing marvel of science,
O keeper of man's conscience.
O giver of so much care,
Ye let two humans breathe enough clean air.
Ye so much atmosphere cool,
Ten air-conditioners barely can,
Thou hast many a miracles so rare.
Let man reflect standing still
On the growing evil
That he has let loose.
Reflect on the path he must choose
To mitigate his evil,
Ye show, great journeys happen standing still.
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Ode |31.08.2020|
what may look like rejection, truly is not,
it's where lack of communication tries to steal loves spot,
with vague responses and less openness, it depletes loves share,
which therefore leaves the other person with more room not to care,
loves actions speak loud, that is a given,
but without the words of loves sharing, how can we understand the hearts mission,
to gain closeness in areas where our hearts meant to speak,
we will not grow in love if we remain silent, and just sit in our seat,
a smile and a wave are gestures in kindness,
but it takes trust and faith for love to speak up and find us,
fears ugly head hides in the back,
no face to put with a name, nothing personally intact,
an attempt to rise above fear with a courage to love,
speaks volumnes in value rather than cautious withdraw,
when this cautious attitude fills up a room,
it leaves less room to grow, it's stagnant to move,
your attempts to love and share are not in vain,
it's the lack of disconnect, the emotions in chains,
God did not intend for us to treat each other in this way,
intimidations and assumptions keep the heart at bay,
the weight of this anchor keeps the heart robotically conformed,
separating hearts, how do you expect to know more?,
know your peoples, hear them more,
now who do you think i stood there for????
Where was I
Were you there too
The time flew by
I’m left, confused
I know the facts
Yes, I’m aware
Nostalgic stacks
I feel despair
I know the tale
I’m sure it’s true
I know it well
Don’t misconstrue
It’s just, I feel
A disconnect
Not quite as real
As I’d expect
Almost as though
It’s someone else
Who watched you grow
In tales, I tell
Another’s hand
Who stroked your hair
Another land
I was not there
I spit out facts
An honest sequence
Though right on track
A strange suspense
Memories, they seem
Like fabrications
Deceitful dreams
They keep replaying
But are they real
I can’t decipher
I can’t quite feel
Like I’m the driver
Earth feels undone.
Not only incomplete,
but now unraveling,
Undead
but not resurrecting,
not fully alive,
not healthy enough
to listen for sacred survive
whispers, ReWind
ReGenerate
ReConnect
What Gaia has joined
ego-centers within ecosystems
must not secularize
disconnect natural analogical likenesses
inviting spiritual
metaphoric
profound illuminations
Of
and for
complex empowerment,
full living regenesis truths
beyond unsustainable
undead
anthropocentric
left-brain dominant
human ego-isolating
supremacist economic
politicized ways
As if we are each a struggling
undead YangGod
unraveling toward our individualized mortality,
unable to ever become done
With self-creation
self-imagery
self-empowerment
self-enlightenment
self-stimulation
self-resurrection
self-climax
self-instruction
self-improvement
self-development
self-health
self-wealth
self-worship...
From where
and when
originates this undead
undone SelfQuest?
And to where
and when returns
YangGod's yintegral spiraling
multilaterally reforming
DNA seasonal structural systemic shadow
soul of organic light
energy
regenesis powers
of wealthiest communing?
Global and yet local,
external wealthiest EarthClimates
and multiculturing internal health undone
undead
polyculturing promise
of and for regenesis.
A bond unquestionable
Until now
A love so deep in its entirety
I truly wonder how
Yet it has happened
There is definite change
A disconnect unimaginable
Sadness knowing...It will never be the same
We view life so very differently now
Our thoughts and values no longer align
Sadly, there is no going back
No repairing nor healing with time
You have your own life
I have mine
Our lives became disconnected
Without warning, without a sign
I have a churning in my gut, an emptiness
I miss who we once were
Our relationship has disconnect and distance
But know l will never love you any less
Fractured, and torn
Inside I am warn.
Branded and burned
But it’s not your concern.
Splinters sting inside of my heart
Not sure how to pick them apart.
Seen so many lies draped in smiles
This is my life, these are my trials.
There has been a murder
A murder of trust
Many have lied because of their lust.
There has been a burglary
A burglary of dreams.
Nothing is ever what it seems.
Seeing things I don’t want to see,
Feeling things I don’t want to feel,
This is real
Signed and sealed
I don’t know if this can ever be healed.
I am over the manipulation that you think I don’t notice
It’s time for me to disconnect and simply focus.
The remnant of an old foundation still peeks through
It’s like every time I cut it down somehow it starts anew.
I have barricaded the city
The city inside of me
How can I get better if I won’t let the inhabitants free?
I have had just about enough of the games that come from the second sky
It’s time for a new beginning its time to say goodbye.
This is not my home nor will it ever be
I just long not to feel vacant, barren and empty.
But the war has been vicious and there have been many causality
This world has become one big disease to me.
The good that danced in the wind is starting to wind down
And I find it hard to carry on when no one is around.
I know too much
But know nothing at all
This is a blessing but also my down fall.
It’s like I’m speaking a foreign language when I talk to others
You know the ones who were supposed to be my brothers.
Judgments have been made and the verdict is in
The outcome is spoken with a sinister grin.
How witty
What a pity,
How direct
Their intellect.
How false their accusation
I am about to just change the station
I am about to just run
I know who to run too
Vindication does not come from man
It comes right from you.
One day I will see the fruit of my labor
None of you are my savior
But until then, I will persevere
Cast down every fear
Trample over all my enemies
While at the same time praying
they get brought to their knees.
By: Sabina Nicole
There is a disconnect
between me, myself and I
or should that be among?
The editor in me is always
there ready to correct
me and gets really irate if
I blurt out “Donald and myself”
instead of “Donald and I”
when we are subject
rather than object, although
there are times when I definitely
feel like the object, but
that is a different matter.
My grammar guide simplifies
it by saying take out “Donald”
and see how it sounds, and
I must admit that these days
it does sound better without
Donald and I would love to
do that but can’t because I only
had one vote and it’s probably
going to be disqualified because
it was a mail-in and the Supreme
Court is more Conservative
than ever now, leaving me
caught between politics and
the people, another existential
divide which myself is
hesitant to cross because
among me, myself, and I,
we are all rather nervous
Chase me into the ocean
Is it so bad to ask for devotion
I'm running out of motivation
To delve into emotion
I think I'm going to float awhile
Forget everything else
Forget my job and my lack of friends
Forget my crippling anxiety and paranoia
I think I'm going to disconnect
They told me I could be anything
And maybe I didn't really listen
Because life is what I've been missin'
And all I can do is sing
I'm a dramaphone all alone
Grown but I've been shown
There is no greener grass on either side
And maybe they all just lied
I think I'm going to float awhile
As I reflect on my change in style
Forget everything else
Forget my stupid body weight
Forget my lazy eye and scars
I think I'm going to disconnect
I used to just want to feel
But now nothing feels real
It's like my past is a highlight real
Of poor decisions and deals
They say time heals
But I'm stuck on a car with no wheels
And I feel discombobulated
In this world so overpopulated
If only I didn't feel so lonely
If only they could show me
Life gets better than this
Chase me into the ocean
It's not like I'll beg for devotion
Because I've run out of motivation
To reach for emotion
How the seal of love duly abides
blossoming when the seasons grow lush,
and amiable on its first chapters of ecstasy—
like glorious serenades as flames ignite
the enchantment of newborn caprices;
Yet, ordeals mount after time unveils what’s real--
only to disconnect from life’s fragile weave
if mere pinpoint of vowed threads gets sewn
around it, not for the value within for ‘better or worse’ ...
Love based on mythical ideas can be
easily crushed --even razed to the ground
when ordeals persist one after another,
when the absence of tolerance rules—
as hearts embrace discontentment, wrath
instead of upholding the very reason for ardency's BEING:
Somehow , conditional love is not enough
where the mettle of true devotion begs unceasingly
for strength of will to handle the most challenging
adversities.. and only then can two souls
be bound by deep fervor prevailing through an oath
subjected to evening chills--
this unequivocal fealty heaven cannot ever deny.
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9/10/2019
Silent One's Contest
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
7/29/18
All over the road, about to wreck
One of many causes for yet another death
Too many chickens giving each other pecks
They just look and rubberneck
Person overboard, from falling over the deck
Luckily they had on a life vest
No offense
I don't want to sit around and work behind a desk
Far from over yet
It's been one heck of a trek
I currently work at a vet
Helping take care of people's pets
With care and respect
Putting forth my best
Situations being assessed
During the quest
Making progress
Taking continual steps
Striving towards success
And nothing less
In order for it to manifest
Otherwise there'll be regrets
Like all the beer I buy and drink at my own expense
Knowing it can have harmful long-term effects
Taking occasional time to reflect
Great and not very well is how it went
I wasn't making a dent
Until my intent
Went to the furthest extent
And was one hundred and ten percent
I got more than I ever dreamt
Near and far from items made with hemp
On days and nights with a drop or rise in temp
Such a f***ing mess
What the corrupt have been doing is grotesque
I'm not going to repent
Or lament
Occasionally I disconnect
From the internet
Took off and left
Went camping, pitched a tent
Then took a rest
Somewhere out West
For time I'm pressed
I got to jet
From the dirt back to cement
Taking care of business, and running through a check
Zero time to focus on petty things, no bigger than a speck
Yes
I confess
I'm lonely, I guess
Now let's
See what happens next
God bless
When my time comes, in peace I'll rest
By: Dalton Ogletree