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(“Corpus Callosum”, 2017, original encaustic)
Reverse Osmosis of Life
It’s a two way street
The way reality exists
Divided into truth on one side
And illusion’s delusions the other,
And yet the most fascinating aspect
Is the membrane that exists between the two
A membrane of I don’t know what,
But which I’m sure the ancients had a name for,
Which divides, insulates and yet connects
And filters through cosmic osmosis
The personal and transpersonal,
Or you could say the mortal and immortal.
Sometimes I can feel the membrane at work
Seeing it even just beyond the limits of my mind’s eye
Knowing what it’s doing
As it transpires
Because I am in fact on both sides simultaneously
At least to some degree.
Everything after all is an extension
And expression of Life,
You, me, us,
In whatever forms it finds us
From refined and subtle to coarse and gross.
The other night I dreamt of being a bridge
Not a figurative one, but literally
An object with girders and cross members
Able to span a stream or gully.
It didn’t surprise me, just intrigue me
That the creative nature of the Mind
Is what it is
And in fact, is all there is.
(8/18/25)
Having arguments or disagreements with the ones you love most brings you much closer than
you already are,
Lifes so confusing you dont know what to do ,
Following what your mind says or what your heart says,
Deep down both are special coming from me,
Being asked to somethink is a certified hesetation,
In return no matter how hurt or down they are never will they do the same in the manor you
treated them,
Things get said because this is the real world,
Things get said and jumbled up into the way things wat to be heard,
Never do take any notice the fact is knowing right from wrong,
Being able to stand and hold ground may mean alot or maybe nothink but for all i care and
matters is its not worth it,
I may just be something plain nothing worthy but me being so makes me a better person,
Form:
There seems to be a trend these days,
an obsession with novelty,
and like most bad things of this age
it is traced back to the sixties,
at least the latest form of it,
for in truth, it’s always plagued us,
I’m talking about those who jump
on the newest and latest cause.
It’s really kind of a fetish,
this whole-hog embrace of the new,
that newer is always better,
too many accept this as true.
Whether they call themselves ‘progressive,’
a term wrapped in sheer arrogance,
or whether it is just their youth
that makes them hate all before them,
the fact is they misunderstand
the role that a new idea plays,
and have long failed to realize
the value of ideas that stay.
A tradition only exists
because time has shown it too work,
and human nature doesn’t change,
so ignoring this only hurts.
We saw it with socialism,
the dawning of a ‘better age,’
one hundred million dead later,
and still some fools will sing it praise.
And how many utopians
built communities to do right,
only to collapse in squabbling,
the once peaceful cause now a plight.
And how many revolutions
in art or film or music came,
only to die off in a week,
or come out sounding much the same?
How many countless Holy Men
had proclaimed that they have ‘the way,’
only to end up starting cults,
and with fool woman have their play?
Our ancestors called us tragic,
bound up by our unchanging flaws,
and saw that human beings are
tied up with immutable laws.
The arrogance of the present,
and the surge in technology
has convinced many that they are
better than past humanity.
But the cold truth is we are not,
we’re still walking on the same trail,
and ninety-nine of a hundred
brand new ideas are bound to fail.
A new idea that’s untested,
the product of only one mind,
stands little chance against concepts
that have survived travails of time...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Remain lacking shame
release your pain
release your pain
find a new angle complain
release your pain
release your pain
Protest, petition
the re in your name
show no shame
show no shame
releasing your pain
Another new angle
Another campaign
Release your pain
Release your pain
Still unable to accept Brexit
and it all loops again,
Oh remain
Release your pain
3 years all the same
Oh remain, the elite you blame,
undemocratic you state,
the unelected again
release your pain,
Blame whom you wish
Think theories that explain
the simple fact is, democracy, the reason,
you the minority,
remain where is your shame,
where is your pride,
just let it slide,
A seismic surge is gathering pace, propelling a wave
Of multi faces many creeds, diverse street cred.
From public also of private ed' facets shimmer
Thoughts Intense myriad humankind immense.'
Mainstream channels pour out scorn, early morning
To midday lies take form, pushing into night time TV
And radio, dangerous anti-vaxers rabid foes..'
Yet when the millions gather wherever? One fact is so '
But You'll hear it from them never ! No all points bulletin
On the crazy folk that have escaped those penitentiary yokes
Or from their social workers..' I find it so scary.)
Cause this means the protesters (must be sane.')
If You'd consider if fairly.? And in the main !
We can never do what God wants
We can just do whatever we want
Because it is a losing battle
There is just no way we can ever do like God do
No matter how hard we try
As we are not equipped to do that
We don't have the mind of God
And anything we do will never be perfect
So there is no point of telling God
how we want it
'cause we don't know everything
And we don't know anything
Ahh at least I know
I know that I don't know
Or is it that I know
that I don't know?
Whatever
The fact is we can never tell God what to do
No matter how small
He not only does the opposite
But totally not what you want
Does He?
Nah
But it's still a bad idea
As we will just go around the circle
And not going anywhere
Where do I want to go?
Anywhere where God goes
No I can't even say that
Because that is still giving directions
Okay then don't ask me
Because if you do I will tell you
And I not only tell you
I want it that way
So don't ask?
I don't know
Leave me alone, will ya?
I don't know anything
And I don't want to know anything
Is that cool?
God?
The Wounded Heart
Have you ever been hurt by the one you loved
Piercing pain as though a knife has been shoved
Deep into the heart reaching the soul
“Oh why, oh why, will I ever be whole?”
Then slowly, with a sorry and kisses you begin to heal
“Really, my love, I didn't mean the sorrow I caused you to feel”
The wound slowly closes leaving a small scar
It is small, outwardly the skin it does not mar
Life goes on and all is well again
“My love, my life, my very best friend”
The sun is shining the moon glows
Children are born, the family grows
Isn't it sad the little signs you ignore
You want to be loved by the one you adore
An insult here, a little put down there
Little lies to yourself, “For me, my love really does care”
It is only their childhood pain that makes them this way
“Yes, with my love, they will get better each day”
A knife deep in the heart reaching the soul
“Oh why, oh why, will I ever be whole?”
The wound starts to open, the little scar begins to bleed
It is not so small anymore, sorry and kisses will not heal it's need
Have you ever been hurt by the one you loved
Piercing pain as though a knife has been shoved
For some it is betrayal, addiction, or physical abuse
What about the children, around their necks you have allowed a noose
To choke out their innocence and assassinate their joy
Look at the faces of your little girl or boy
Is this the life you want for them
Hoping and praying your bleeding heart will heal when?
Without intervention sought by BOTH of you
This bleeding scar will not heal, this fact is true
When you choose to ignore that first inflicted pain
Thinking they really love me and will never do the same
Remember your future children and their hearts that could bleed
If you make poor choices to fill your own need
Have you ever been hurt by the one you loved
Piercing pain as though a knife has been shoved
Deep in our hearts reaching our soul
“Oh why, oh why, will we ever be whole?”
More than a pot of gold awaits beyond the rainbow’s end;
Leprechaun’s are of the faerie clan and they play tricks.
The clever little bugger’s are sure, your mind to send;
on fascinating journeys that’ll leave you in a fix!
You may end up with two noses for, poking just one in
their secret world of mystic arts, that you are not to see.
The fact is, they’re the real bogeymen,
do not befriend, those Leprechaun’s, so wee!
I had a friend, into their den, went he.
I hear him screaming to this day, his tiny little shout,
barely taps my ears yet, Leprechaun laughs with glee;
I know my friend’s trapped within and will never get out.
Saint Patrick may have scared away snakes;
his courage never frightened the Fey.
While the snakes may quiver and quake;
the Fey thumbed their noses while snakes slithered away.
Written 3-11-19
For: "Pick A Title, Vol. 2 - Rhyme - Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
This years most prized
Hottest ticket above all
Red carpet
Socialite Charity Event
The Guest list comprised of the
Who's , who amongst the elite
Those who are actually in the know
And the conversation in between
3* Star Michelin dinning courses
Drifted into the aristocracy saying
Rather than let the poor and needy
Starving and going hungry
Eat cake instead
Of stale old mouldy bread
Whilst congratulating one another
Sipping and raising a toast
On Vintage Champagne
Costing over $2k a pop
Which cost no where near as much
As their designer bespoke suit
Hand crafted jewellery
Or Watch
And you don't even want to know
Just how much the actual price of the
Ticket cost
Because that will surely
Take the Cake
And prove exactly just how entirely
Fake this all in fact is
And who truly benefits
From Charity most above all
It's a mystery to me. The meaning and identifying particles of DNA that ancestors passed along to me. It's been said we have many colors on our paint bed, but still I can't fit in with any that lack or have melanin. It's this weird idea I don't belong because I can't speak the spoken languages of any of my native tongue. I have never taken in views of traveled lands, that share any of my history's past blood relation. I don't piece well with many or any groups. I don't walk side by side with any race, no flag feels I am worthy to hold its place. No, my appearance didn't make the cut, why? It appears my roots weren't deep enough. No, my skin was never toned always in a category of pigmentation on my own. No classification to confirm is mine. I'm always cast aside, because I wasn't anyone's idea of a specific race representing its people's pride. I'm just a Mix. I can't figure out which bubble to pick, those questionnaires always got me sick, like who do you feel you most identify with? The truth is, No one. I have never. The fact is it's all rigged. Honestly, we can do better. Having a community that backs you, should not be based on color, ethnicity, kinky or straight edges attached to you. It's lonely on this color or should I say colorless grid. Sometimes I want to be one full bubble, but I am not, I am a mixed kid who can't seem to find a community built on open-mindedness. If only we were colorblind, and judgment free, the more the lonely and hopeless would have a sense of unity.