Long Gravitational Poems
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I dont know the future and I can't make promises
But honest is what I'll always be and what I feel
Has to be real because when I see them I say to myself
Its all vanity, the reason why I'm yours
Is because the women in the past couldn't handle me
And truth is I probably wasn't ready them
But in this season I'm need of a woman
Who I can follow and lead me
And you're looking like a leader
I'm so eager but also so meek
To see what the future holds for you and me
Many are deceived, even more deceitful
Lust in the spirit has to be by far the most
Powerful gravitational pull but by his grace
I pray this is my last first date
A crucifixion tupe of love is what I wanna taste
Its what I hope to savor
But its always easier said then done
And if I go back in any of this I'm labeled as a hypocritie
The way to my heart is encrypted in the Scriptures
So only when ye seek him first is when you'll
Be able to led by the spirit to love me free from
This temporal prism
The Spirit Dwells in its creations,and moves on!!! This poem is meant to be plural "NOT Singular" except what is "Spirit"!!!! Animate or "NOT" Animate""The Spirit Dwells" in its "Creations" and moves on!!!"Life and Death" is a "Spiritual Creation" ,and we see it everyday. The Spirit Dwells" in "ALL"of those who call themselves "HOLY": UNHOLY:The Spirit moves "ON"!!! The Spirit"CANNOT DIE",but it can "DWELL",and move on throughout "The Entire Universe,and Beyond": "TO BE" "Spirit" that never "DIES",and is never "Transformed" like "Matter" that is not "ALL" "Spirit",or "Anti-Matter that is not "ALL" "Spirit,but is and was"Created"by "The Spirit" inside and outside the universe,and is "MOVING ON"!The Spirit Never Dies......It Creates,and moves on,beyond the speed of "LIGHT" where "TIME ITSELF STOPS","FOR THE SPIRIT" that "CREATED IT"!!! "The "HOLY SPIRIT" is "The Creator of "ALL"!>>>>>That which "WAS" "IS",and "WILL COME"!!!! "The Spirit is ,TO BE",and""NOT TO BE",is everything and everyone if "The "HOLY SPIRIT"with its power,and influence decides that is the way it is going to be!!!"The Spirit Transforms Matter,and Anti-Matter,and "The Gravitational Pull of "The Sun" on "The Earth" and "Everyone"!!!! "Global Warming" will cause this entire world to come undone" :There is a "SPIRIT IN THE SUN",and GLOBAL WARMING" does not seem to be fun!!! The "SPIRIT" transforms "Matter" into "Anti-Matter,and "Anti-Matter into "Matter"; To Be "SPIRIT THEMSELVES": NOT TRANSFORMED:but in reality "IS": The Creator of "Transformation of "Anything,any knowledge,or information,or any format!!!The sum total of "The Spirit" is that: "The Spirit" "DWELLS",and this is the "TELL OF ALL TELLS!!!!!!
Me the Proto Star
Clouds of gas and cosmic dust moving fast
with galaxy throw out accumulate forming nebulae.
One nebula is my birth place.
Gradual accretion of interstellar materials create turbulence
initiating knots of stuff to collapse
on own gravitational attraction forming my fetus.
Photons are squeezed under pressure undergoing fusion.
As temperature rose to Ten Million Kelvin,
Me the nascent descent Proto star is born.
Now I am just new-born, a toddler you can call,
Sun is my older sibling just an ordinary Star,
five hundred billion years older than me.
Millions of Galaxies, billions of huge massive stars
all fiery burning balls rushing with tremendous velocities
in infinite Universe.
Me a trivial luminous cosmic object seems an infinitesimal.
Poor Mankind sees stars like static polka dots
twinkling, sparkling, glistening, shimmering, shining.
Scientists trying to explore the mystery of Universe.
Poets being charmed on beauty of tapestry of starry sky
are soaring high on dreams creating Verse.
I said to my prodigal son
who stole from me,
it is not competitive economic strategies
that dominantly empower life;
Competitive ecologies and economies
are dominantly decomposing monocultures,
just the opposite of regenerative synergetic praxis
and regenerative intent toward polycultures.
Monopolistic internal consumer-culture
develops into decomposing organic systems
dissonant cognitive
and emotive
and neural
and digestive systems
diseased health and well-being
Socio-economic
and politically dissociated systems,
all negatively trending toward closed-entropic,
swollen monolithic sad dismay
replacing former therapeutic system
glad array.
We need cooperatively dominant economies and ecologies
to reintegrate positive revolutions
that endo- and ecto-symbiotically evolve
dipolar co-arising life regenerating
holistic healthy systems.
Competitive critical events,
like stealing from and stolen from,
struggling between painful suffering of ego-self consciousness
and "positive deviant" stress,
self co-arising right-brained redactive eco-precociousness
Contention
seeking bicamerally balancing contentment,
joint cooperative ego-eco echoing
incoming/outgoing waves
of double-binding comprehensive co-passioness.
Primal
and yet stealthy
nonverbal structures
of cosmo-neuro-logical information
evolves bilateral-analogical exflowation,
cobinary
bicameral information co-redeems
transparently co-arising
EgoSelf+EcoOther resonant co-discernment.
"All money is a matter of belief"
said Adam Smith,
As all embodied wealth value
is synergy
for relief from self-isolating mind sorrow,
said Now MindTime to Here BodySpace.
Transparent matters
of historic linear human progress belief
square-rooted in herstoric matriculture's transparent
vulnerable co-communing energy
invites co-gravitational trauma relief
from eco-political dissonating stress.
I love my prodigal self-infested son,
perhaps somewhat more than he yet has capacity
to love his wounded womb progenitor
speaking up and out
for restoring and restorying healthy
wealth of peace.
Remember again how you use to skip Stone and watch the ripples just find their way to possibility's reach?
Conjoined concentric rings following after each other like meaning and gravitational direction-
Answering innate, unconscious questions.
An order that makes sense, of things.
Tied together with invisible string.
Concentric startlings, like Ducklings waddling-
their take on things.----
Eyes on the prize,
taking off into future flight,
in the image of their bossy Matriarch of dreams-
of understanding,
minding
their everything.
With nosey beak.
A no nonsense heart string",---
pulls them
line by line.
Alexandrias own--- built army marching.
In search of the Mystery.
Learning to fly,
to swim the air
But not in a chaotic way,
not in a meaningless splay,
but relative,
Each.
One?
Like those ripples breaking the stagnant silence.
The flame lighting the empty sconce.
The birds imitating the coming of the Lord, giving glory to the sky.
-V- for Victory.
A leader and it's wing?
Christening Spring.
For all to see.
Swimming the air
In synchronicity never wondering why
waves of frequency art, poetry-
Stages how everything relates
to everything.
One overlooking one,
one after the other.
Like something that comes naturally.
A Love that loves the lover.
Like a child that clings.
To Mother.
God IS integrity.
It is already done.
But the mirrors tear, you can see it Cascade, crystal clear, then gets misty and hides from. It's dear. Solitary one.
A Dawn to share.
Still, it waits for you, with all love,
See how God's integrity cares?
to be, by YOUR side.
Let God save your soul and see.
There is an emptiness
that knows another's emptiness
two voids that cannot be seen
the feeling of an abyss
darkness with no meaning
Existential Longings
for voices
that cannot be heard
a neverending anguish
that cannot be expressed in words
The beating of one's heart
reverberates the pain
There is no heartfelt joy
in endless
cosmic yearnings
Tears bring no relief
for these
gravitational longings
only the sun and moon and stars
earthly pain below
Two hearts, two bodies
one thread of infinite love
continental separation
joined only
by the heaven's above
twin souls wait helplessly
for their futures to unfold
they wait
to be joined forever
stars waiting to implode
Souls waiting for their destiny
waiting to be beloved
they wait
to burn inexorably
a combined self-sustaining sun.
(June 20, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
The sky falling, crumpled beneath a russet cloud,
shrouded by shadows swaying with the dusty flow of gases.
Blackest darkness without promised whispered rays of sunlight,
absent of visible light shifting, fading into nothingness.
The surface crackling, popped burning, mottled with brash shards
and coppery incandescent flakes simultaneously freezing and melting.
Rapid oxidation oscillating turning uncontrolled, removed from its center.
Chilly coldness surrounding scorched voices unhearable and unheard.
Echoes succumbing to the silent gravitational waves of space.
Upper-atmospheric lightening eerie and unsettlingly beautiful.
written 9/06/2020
I center myself from within
Toward the gravitational pull of the Ibis
Toward the whiteness that I wish to wear
Away from the darkness of despair.
I am suspended from within.
Suspended between the nothingness
The nothingness between the evil and the right
The nothingness between the darkness and the light.
My lefthandness leading to my right
To a possession of my memory not just for reminiscence
But for wisdom and the sacred knowledge
Of Theuth and of all the Earth.
I do not want to be hearer of nothing
I desire a reputation of understanding
And care not for the approval or disapproval
Of those of forgetfullness and Thebes who know not of the Ibis.
(January 7, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Through the star-veiled veil of night where mystery unfurls its cloak,
The eyes of women, beacons flickering on the crests of the cosmic vastness,
I lose myself in their stellar abyss, borne on the wings of veiled darkness,
Like a pilgrim caught in a net of eternal lights, drifting endlessly.
They, eyes in astral flight, are keepers of the secrets of the birth and death of stars,
In the ribbons of nothingness, they weave blazing constellations that burn in the rhythms of silence,
I rise, I sink, in the canvases of rays that cleave the universe apart,
In their orbits, my soul finds its celestial harbor, an oasis of peace in the tumult of the void.
Ah, the night intertwines its soul with the silver of the milky ways,
The eyes of women that bear within them the reflection of lost galaxies,
Call me to dance, cosmic butterflies against a backdrop of stark blackness,
I bathe in their gaze, beneath the quake of time, beneath the whisper of star-swept skies.
Crowned with the aurora of dreaming, they, guardians of the unseen world,
With their eyelids, that flicker, compose symphonies of light, gravitational songs,
Through this maelstrom of sparkles, I feel myself floating, adrift among the night's rays,
In their ocular palace where galaxies are born and die, I, a stranger in the cathedral of eternity.
Floating in the universe, on waves of boundless longing, I drown in the eyes of women who once concealed resplendent nebulae,
I let myself float in the infinity of their arc, where each blink is a blossoming supernova,
A traveler in an ocean of astral glances, in their light I wrap myself, sweet and melancholic,
Through infinity, through eternity, carried by gazes that sculpt my destiny in the canvas of the Universe.
My fingers smashed on the piano’s keyboard.
Let her go. Who needed her?
The notes from the piano trembled with anger.
Was I blind?
Like meteors that smashed into each other,
Simply attracted by gravity,
Merely finding themselves on the same trajectory.
Is that how we fought?
Is hate our gravitational force?
Do we meet by chance
In the vast expanse of the universe?
Or because we were supposed to be rational,
We searched each other,
Just for revenge, for a fleeting moment of hate?
Yet hate was so short lived,
No satisfaction came with it,
Merely the useless thought
That someone had achieved some supremacy.
Were we blind?
Hate can never have the upper hand.
For after a while we search and find
The void of a sterile life.
The door opened and she came for a hug.
I felt elated. Our love took the upper hand.
The notes from the piano turned soft.
It is now a sweet sonata of a love lullaby.
5 January 2021