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Double down, double speak, double's the way -
Louder through shouting with nothing to say.
Offensive, repressive, suppressive and more
Talking over others is what they aim for.
Implying, decrying, a full range of crap -
The longer it goes the more strident the yap.
If one stops to listen, there's nothing but blur -
A slip and a slide - an occasional slur.
It's not like the "dozens" straight out of the Hood,
It's only shrill noise that amounts to no good.
A stark waste of time in a smug endless spew -
Ranting and raving - no due to ensue.
Detractions, distortions all hyped in the fare
Of deflecting words used with nothing to spare.
Well prepared and practiced - a long-standing trait
That takes all the air out of any restraint.
Some people excel - make a living this way.
They babble and ramble and use up the day.
With something to be said for nothing at all -
They pursue their bluster - with plenty of gall.
One day some will ask what their guff was about -
A double take standard through newly found doubt.
Left silent with their thoughts there's just empty space -
And nothing to say - a most humbling disgrace.
But, don't feel bad, don't feel sad at this self-shun,
It's what they deserve - it's their place in the sun.
With no crap to spin there will be no rebirth.
So thus, just remember what nothing was worth.
"Eternity, Time, An Open Door" is a metaphorical phrase that suggests the concept of a gateway or passageway that leads from the finite realm of Time into the infinite expanse of Eternity, implying a potential for transcendence or access to something beyond our current understanding of Time and Life.
The Year 2000 Open a Door to another millennium; it is the door to Eternity that, in Christ, continues to Open Doors giving it its true direction and authentic meaning. It discloses to our mind and our heart a far broader perspective in which to consider the future. Time is often unappreciated. It seems to disappoint man with its precariousness, its rapid flow, which makes all things futile. But if Eternity has entered Time, then time itself must be recognized as rich in value. Its inexorable flow is not a journey towards nothingness but a journey to Eternity.
In Christ Time is raised to its highest level, receiving access to Eternity, this implies that the beginning of millennium was not just a merely the next step in the course of Time, but as a stage in humanity's journey towards its definitive Destiny.
One writer says; “The real danger is not the passing of Time, but using it badly, rejecting the Eternal Life offered by Christ. The desire for life and eternal happiness must be ceaselessly reawakened in the human heart. The celebration of the Jubilee (when the year 2000 begin) is meant precisely to increase this desire, helping believers and the people of Our Time to open their hearts to an unbounded Life.”
Then we can say that in Christ Human Time was filled with the Eternity, Time, An Open Door.
Does this make sense to you?
Mountains were made for poets --
for dramtic scales and harrowing descents. For
lofty subjects and deeper, fumarole vents -- many
are volcanic you know. Some active,
others sleeping, as those creative dry-spells~
no word-glows with the ashes. When carefully
placing my dots and dashes, counting often unruly
syllables, contemplating scriptor's tempting easy-rhymes,
word-candy, for poetic sound-effects, reminded I am of canned
laughter, not needed when Saturday Night
Live was yet funny. Had real entertainment substance.
My first book of mountains admittedly needed
more height, did not adhere to principals of careful oversight.
Honesty with self, and stacks of rejections have been
my maturing lifts and refining propellers. Don't give up. Lots
of knowlegeable-beans and more spicy life-seasoning has helped fuel my
linguistic evacuation. As Poe may have also been implying
when he said, what we "see and seem", do not necessarily equate
to a publisher's eclectic ream. What do they know anyway?:)
~~~from the "Dig My Own Grave Series"~~
["Dig My Own Grave" is a series of writings in the reflection of mental preparation...
~~~Each scoop of dirt rids the mess where I'm to be finally laid to rest~~~]
When my time comes __ I'll be of the ones who'd be ready when their time is done._
I've forgiven myself, my friends, my foes; emptied my soul of all worries and woes._
I no longer seek mountains to climb. I've finally left those wants behind._
I've ceased the endless restlessness. All I want now is eternal bliss._
When I'm taken, if I'm awakened, I pray to be brave and not misbehave._
By screaming and crying; or, of my sins... start denying._
In these latter days of life, I'm trying to understand what my dreams are implying._
They show me scenes of past regret__ must be reasons dreams don't forget._
Tis Hidden lessons I'm quite sure to start my inner soul's new core._
About the decisions made in ones life__ try not to whine, complain, or gripe._
Make the best of the time at hand; for you will surely revisit them time again._
And When (to you), they have returned. Replace the regret with what you've learned._
If my spirit passes yet my name's unknown, it won't be due to me being alone._
We come in groups and never as one; so a part of The All we each become._
As of now, I grow weak and slow; wondering of the days I have left to go._
I hope it won't be for a good long while. So don't read this without a smile._
I'm happy to receive this last chance, to give my life a second glance.
At my yearly review, she hands me a recap of my performance.
After a year of working weekends
overtime on short notice-
going the x-tra yard
taking on x-tra projects
dodging H.R (for the most part).
I would be getting .73 cents an hour raise.
My face must've turned gargoyle
because the newbie supervisor
lowered her eyes and apologized.
Nervously adding that she had no hand in determining raises.
Her pimply head nodding toward the ceiling....
Implying the flaccid raise was concocted by the ones upstairs...
Where underworked blonde birds and plump business casual lived.
23 years of work .73 cents an hour raise...
The vending machine on the first floor has candy bars for a buck twenty-five.
I think I'll go celebrate
yeeha.
since there is a saying
“noble man walks on the thoroughfare”
Don Quixote abandoned the shortcut-side-road,
steering Rosinante, dashing into the highway
while he was riding on the highway
something suddenly came into his mind
a proverb “the middle way is the golden mean”
he reined the horse into the middle lane looking at the horizon
where the road meets the sky
as he steers the horse it begins loping
the knights overtake Rosinante with their fleet steeds
they swear and finger at Don Quixote with dirty looks
“you scumbags!” Don Quixote yelled to the rude riders
“since the swallows don’t understand the will of wild geese,
why not quickly go back to your hangouts and chant Vedas”*
brandishing lance and at the same time, unknowingly, spurring
the horse
to mitigate his angers he prodded Rosinante to a full gallop
at that moment, a dragon flickering its red and blue eyes
from above came on the cloud and attacked him
as Don Quixote raised his lance
the dragon belched fire from his mouth
and the fire swallowed him
he collapsed on the spot
became a lump of charcoal
*Note: In Chinese character, sound of Sanskrit word “Vedas” (??) spells as bark on first letter, which is the compound letter/word of “mouth and dog.” The phrase “Chant Vedas” metaphorically implying “bark”
When I have wronged someone in word or deed
and know that I should make amends, I heed
my OWN advice: Don’t wait. Apologize.
I know, “I’m sorry--BUT . . .” is never wise!
That small word turns apologies to lies,
for then will likely come words that enflame,
implying that the other one's to blame
for my wrongs. Did that person hurt me too?
Perhaps "I'm also sorry" will ensue.
April 25, 2019, entered in Line Gauthier's Apology Poetry Contest
Placed 3rd
Date: May 3, 2019
Contest Title: It Really Gets Me Going
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
June 29, 2022
entered in the Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Winter's Child
I was severely disabled, meaning that I needed a carer,
For most things, like dressing, eating and walking outside,
But I was not normal in my need of assistance and help,
Because I could walk, and only had mild CP to abide.
My mum thought I had a personality disorder for real,
But I knew it was her that was malicious and selfish;
We had a personality struggle every time I required aid,
About god and his predestined love for me in my anguish.
So along with being not comfortable with my mother,
I wasn’t gonna move my arms or use my hands in case,
She thought I’d accepted god and had become christian,
As that was what she was implying to me by her face.
So it was easy to care for me, and sometimes a hoot,
And I could tell she resented it outrightly, bold and stark,
‘Cos she had thought that I’d be reprimanded by my carers,
For being awkward to care for as it should’ve been no lark.
I think some of the medical staff at school thought that,
I needed the carer to tell me quietly to still my hands,
But I had controlled myself quietly to myself in my bedroom,
Such that the carer always gave me space, had no commands.
Obviously it was harder to give me assistance in winter time,
When I wore many layers, not just one bright cotton t-shirt,
So she used to pep up in December, smiling at me needlessly,
Encouraging me to relate to my school carers then and flirt.
Every year she would have a conversation with me about winter,
If I liked it the best out of all the seasons and weathers,
And so I just took her on a conversation detour and concluded,
“No, I much prefer the summer sun and so as do others.”
Image of Black Sand & Sand provided by Pixabay.
The Hawaiianism of Ho'oponopono
A word, astir, in undulating waves surges and awash a clear open black shoreline of Hawaii nei, as it recedes in cycles dashing back to an instant, springing forth that word grasped first in mumblings made by a question from what comes later.
Hawaiiana has amongst the narrowed rudiments containing 12 alphabets; 7 consonants; H - K - L - M - N - P - W, plus 5 vowels; A - E - I - O - U. In its wake, Hawaiians have improvised their grammar by accommodating words to include more than one meaning, it is known as, "equivocal". A different way of supplementing their shortfall via letterings is by repeating words, whereto, two aspects emerge, firstly and the most prevalent variant of Hawaiiana repeats is, word pluralization, simply by adding the 's' at the end, sort of speak. Then secondly is word emphasization, or best to be known as, word empowerment.
"Ho'o" is an energetic prefix, in and of itself though insignificant in the Hawaiiana context as a stand-alone word, implying "to make or making". In this example, the base word, "pono", is an equivocal word. In no respective order, first; moral qualities, uprightness, and decency. Second; a clear understanding, completeness, and being thorough. Third; correctly fulfilled, proper procedures, and accuracy. Fourth; prosperity, welfare, benefit, and equity. There remain several meanings that essentially are extensions of the foregoing.
Nevertheless, when the base word is repeated, then "Ho'oponopono" basically means to, "make right a wrong". The Hebrews call it "Kaphar".
Back to mumbling and anticipation as a kid faced up to grownup legs. A worn grimace is yon about pause steadily. Quizzative looks around the room and tempts a peek past the formidable figure that blocks nearly the whole of him. The aged utter clarity, "E pule ho'oponopono kakou", (Let us pray for correcting our wrongdoing), afterward, an amended kid embraces the closing answer, "Ae, ho'omaika'i ia oe", (Yes, victory is yours). On the whims of a pendulum, Ho'oponopono wanes as a learnt man winds a clock up to speed.
2021 May 28
if there be
subject and object
in our active cognition
implying separation
as in a distance
needing to be bridged
through exchange of emotions
for feel good factor
it is then a trade
and not love
likewise
reciprocation apart
expecting recognition
signals a dependency
in absence of which
so called love
disappears
we can give
only what we have
thus we begin with self love
only if we love ourself
can we love others
at all times
instantly
love is unthinking
embrace without thought
a fusion of hearts
love in love with love
just for love alone
seeking no echo
to its outpouring
eternal
love is
a union
singularity
one without second
transcending space time
as the bliss essence
in fullness
samadhi
22-January-2021