Long Elevation Poems
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Atmosphere stratified over billions of years
Envelopes the Earth with protective layers
Saves the life from damaging solar radiation
Controls the climate and its spatial variation
Burns meteorites or asteroids on their course
So the Earth doesn’t become another Mars.
Mountain peaks pierce invisible atmosphere
Air pressure becomes less and less up there
Clouds surge sink slow in low-pressure trough
Descend as rain and snow with winds rough
The air becomes thin with oxygen depletion
Climber’s heart struggles albeit in jubilation.
Let life lying low become the mountain high
Rise over dreary atmosphere to touch the sky
Reach the stratum where the pressure is low
You will unburden life leaving the load below
Ecstasy clouds would enter mind at elevation
Melt in your heart as rain of blissful exaltation.
August 25, 2017
Men are like "asians" (-ation) not the ones from the far east, but the ones who fall weak.
The ones who seek validation through manipulation for their gratification somehow thinking they should get a congratulation for their uncertain manifestation.
The ones who play games like life is a play station, but fail to realize they create their own demise of this devastation.
Yet they colonize a civilization of hallucination for women to fall victim for their celebration.
Living in their own world of separation instead of integration as if we don't need one another for concentration.
Sad world we live in with these men.
Now don't get me wrong, not showing discrimination, women too can also be "asians" (-ation).
But this ain't about us, right now I'm on the men "asians" (-ation) with no hesitation.
We all should do some reevaluation in order to get some elevation, but before we do that, we have to come to realization not to bring aggravation to our generation.
CHANGE
obvious
abrupt hiatus
distinctive
light
& shadow
contrastive
focussed
in
visible
autonomy
blurred
impressions
with
striking
effect
evolving
in
slight
elevation
subtly
subverted
in
fleeting
glimpses
dictated
by chance
OPACITY
phenomena
in distinct
contours
of
ornamental
simplicity
consolidated
in
controversial
conception
&
recollection
of repeated
quality
so consummate
&
finely drawn
contrast
uniquely
positioned
in a
genesis
of memorable
&
blissful feelings
accentuated
by curving
contours
announced
&enhanced
confirmed with emphasis
& enthusiasm
Mind concentration and meditation
Brings you to a higher state of elevation
Taking you out of the state of sedation
Away from the contaminated world's education
Pure but not processed thoughts
Pure but not tainted hearts
Bells ringing
Sounds of Freedom
No more wicked worldly believing
Eyes see great things
You're achieving
Souls singing
Freely roaming..... Knowing
And spiritually growing
Heart free mental flowing
Concentration Elevation
Important information connecting energies
Vibrations
Renewing the minds
Exterminating Lower Intelligence
Beautifully minded conversations
College graduation Day
Proud moment
Achieving beyond measure
Struggles through the pleasure
Cheers from my class mates
Loud approval from my family
Valedictorian voice
“Words of Elevation”
Sensation image
Honor that follows all
My Father by my side
However, took my trophy’s given and smashed them
You smashed my awards, but can’t smash what was achieved
My heart knows what I established and conquered
You cut my heart like thorn falling from a tree
Even with that feeling, I still believed in myself always will
Dad, you want me to feel like a graduation failure
A picture with no name, face and frame totally blank
You want me to be ashamed in front of everyone
I can’t and I won’t
You gave me value and made me strong through your own words of encouragement throughout
I won’t cry, but stand proud no matter what you think
No pause nor still
Holding my head up in dignity and honor
You shed darkness, but light brightens my path in preserver
Dad, I looked up to you during my years, but now I look up to myself for being the person I was meant to be
Brought the true meaning of success and behind it is confess
Life doesn’t stop
It’s pages of life full of fulfillment, contentment and purpose
Conclusions that were transformed into tomorrow’s wisdom
Passing the torch for others to follow
Being one’s own legacy symbol
Assurance outcome
Destiny enriched
Standing on solid ground words
Today, tomorrow and the future
Today it was and tomorrow to always be.
There were infinite shades of green.
A few angelic-scented cascades.
A pair of brown birds sang to me.
I tossed a bit of chocolate on the pine needle carpet.
They pecked the pieces and quickly flew off.
Somewhat ungrateful-I thought.
Breaching the tree line, the apron was next.
Thick-necked marmots played alpine flutes.
With rough-and-tumble attitudes.
The pikas were shy and very difficult to find.
(furry headed stones against the talus gray sky).
After hiking a dozen switchbacks.
I came upon a crushed emerald pond.
Granite-lined and orchid-shaped.
Living off winter's froth.
I decided the pond
wouldn't be nameless after all.
I'll name it Noah.
I finally reached the pinnacle.
I was greeted by a shiny gummy bear.
At elevation, it looked like a yellow gem.
Another hiker boasted that he was the second-highest thing
in the lower forty-eight. (He was taller than me).
I was too fatigued to say anything.
The panorama was humbling/the air was pinkish and pure.
I was nearer to God than I'd ever been before.
I re-entered the forest, sipping a cherry soda.
That night I slept as if I were orphaned from death.
Dreaming of chocolate birds and giant yellow bears.
When I awoke, I was no longer the tallest of anything.
Come listen to our life story
Suffer for something more important
My plan to strategize
Prepare for a burden
Unless they let us slide
Hard times, you’re at home
But how do you provide
Once more, I find myself asking why
I’m guessing it only rains when the heavens cry
And even though darkness doesn’t seem to fade
We’ve been blessed with something lighter than shade
Dear sister don’t cry
All I see is something heavenly made
My criminal elevation
My peers doom, a similar revelation
A lifetime subtracted from a broken quotation
Who’s gone love me, whether I’m right or wrong
Was I so unright to live a life alone
Write my truest feelings, my deepest thoughts in a song
And I’ve been waiting for days to hear your voice
A decision in my worst ways, it was all my choice
We could never be enemies
For you will always find a friend in me
And that’s all that matters
What remains after our dreams shatter
And even when the nights refuse to fade
We’ve been blessed with some than shade
Dear sister, don’t cry
For all I see is something heavenly made
Beached leaves softly wave, caressing hardness,
Where is thy curse and frown, where thy error?
For now, thou art my rock and courier,
Blind I am to thy odorous harshness;
Wilt thou go here, wilt thou progress,
Stayed mountains remind me of thy posture;
Mine thoughts are thine emblem, thy true honour,
But thou art my privilege, my duress;
Understanding is unashamed surely,
To know thy way is pure, brave and golden,
To be seated, conscious with standards moral,
Is mine elevation to worlds trusty;
Transparent, plain, and in no way hidden,
Thy face to me is quite convivial.
Poetry form: Italian sonnet, abbaabbacdecde
29/10/2015
Mother Nature Mother Nature
She says you can't change the time
My Message to the living
It is really sublime
Between March and April 1st
The new seeds are sown
A spiritual realm of the world and earth mysteriously unknown
The earth rebearths
The fertile mother land
The sprouting green eaves
The blossoming budding plants
Watching the rain pour
While the sun dance
Green grass green trees
Pollination
The birds and bees
The wind whispers
Is just Mother nature speaking
The warm Ocean flowing
Peace and spiritual elevation
Oneness
Multiple Love vibrations
Mother Nature Mother Nature
Dearest Soul of a Woman,
We are not to be confused of wants, of needs,
of desire
what sits upon the tip of tongue
dancing autonomously in the wind
but still
tethered to a branch
not old, not young
waiting for release, for a life,
not yet begun
what sets us free,
gives us flight, fancy
slowing of gravity pulling us down
elevation
instilling invigoration
is it love?
where we are floating through air
where pain has gone and disappeared
I am the window, you such as light
warm up the scullery
let your sun clean my night
etch circles of crystal
in jade prisms with care
beveled with yearning
where hearts will appear
soft strokes of cheek
blushed with brushed lips so so ripe
render me worthy
of this rich beauty's life