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Opposing standards is one of Tim’s favourite past times
Not for the sake of difference but to cherish critique
to brush away his take on ignorance searching for his truth
Internalized self-evident and for the sake of future revelation
Creating creativity is far too laborious its
stifling not impulsive enough and stale for it
resembles conscious attempts of spontaneity
Contorting to conformity defeats Tim’s objective
togetherness is fine and so is shaping the world
but pluralism beats boredom and to follow a crowd
Oxymorons in tautological proportions repeated again and
once more affirm vulnerable souls who never put a wrong step in
front of the other as they move happily backward just the same
Conforming consecrating concreting confirming the evens
win far too often when odds are on blowing the norm
Cremating corrupt cretinous crap creates cohesive credentials
Timessa interjects that once every one shapes novel ideas and
follows a different tune in perfect synchronous ‘harmony’ what then
and thereafter but paradigms shift and diversions re-enter the stage
Archetypes polar opposites contradictions disagreements
compliment complementation fashion intricate concoctions
inaugurate new designs and refuse to create devious disarray
Tim decides that Timessa has a linear point yet would rather be a
lonely clairvoyant in the desert than to drown in quick-sands of time
Still he asks his feminine namesake to take a holy vow of communion
Two lovers with their own points of convictions are a miraculous convention
When they come together its everyone’s guess what circumstance and their
genes may result in with the magic flow of a near perfect union bubbling with joy
29th October 2016
IMMERSED
so fascinating
I recognise
a participant
existence
engaged
&critically
alert
& bewitched
I love
hearing
the torrents
of sound
this sensorium
throbbing
in an array
of art
inundated
by light
so
alluringly
mystical
experienced
in this way,
formal terms
sensation
& consciousness
fused
freestanding
yet
cascading
merged
in a detonation
of colour
saturated
images
of
surreal
dimension
both
spiritual both
&sensual drama
visual
ebbs &flows
to inaugurate
sacrosanct
rituals
in
liberation
of the eye
fantasy
in
experience in
echo
under
immersive
happenings
dissolved into
impressions
Every day we are ushered as the school bells peal
To inaugurate the start of the next school day’s zeal
Everyday we pledge allegiance to our flag
And to our nation, and to our God we appeal
There is teaching and learning going on
As the custodian passes by each class
Removing black marks from the hallway floors
Cleaning finger smudges from the glass
He knows the goings-on and those coming and those going
He knows what to do in the heat and after every snowing
He is the surveyllerist and purveyor of them
He’s behind the scenes to keep the school year rolling
As soon as the school year starts, there is a period at the end of the sentence
And the adventure of summer cleaning commences
And the kenopsia of a school vacated
Eerily all cries and sighs and laughter as echoes have faded
Spiritualists interact
My Dad's Colloquium was arranged at best.
Also, Memorial Hall to inaugurate on his honor
Everything was scheduled and program well set.
I was unaware: Am I entitled to speak in seminar?
I was feeling emotive urge to speak on this occasion.
I was the first to write about his life and works when he was alive.
How could I keep silent on his special recognition?
I volunteered to go for extempore finding no other alternative.
I ventured and spoke so well, I myself was astonished.
Soul of Dad interacted with mine as if I voiced messages of Dad.
Divine tie between me and Dad was instantly established.
Since forty years the facts I forgot, miraculously flashed.
I recollected, I worked shortly in Dad’s Cloud Chamber.
I felt proud enchanted revealing information to rewind,
to see myself as the only one present in the seminar
directly associated with Dad’s work: I was redefined.
10/07/18
If i could change the world, I’d eradicate poverty,
By doing away with the lower tax band heavy,
And implementing an increase in the others,
By a very large amount for our richer brothers.
I’d inaugurate a green tax, specifically to all,
Just like income tax, but avoiding the poor wall,
Straight to the home the bill would be sent,
And state “For ecology,” for atmospheres bent.
And I’d train all carers, no matter who they be,
Home care, PAs or care assistants, many to see,
And I’d reinforce in training that there exist some,
Who were developmentally slow, who ask you run.
I’d set absolute privacy laws for computers, tech,
Apart from for criminals who’ve been at the peck,
Who’s footprint would be traceable by a central body,
And disclosable to the police who’d not be shoddy.
The Amnesic Liturgy of Nomadic Gestures
we keep on our foreheads impatience sharp as a lunar scythe
the mulatto day laid its tired body on the cold flagstone
in the transparent eye of the horse the velvet raven startles
beneath bear furs we carry the three bodies of morning
the thornbush remembers the ceremony on the yellow millstone of newspaper
three crystal wings for each nomad with their mechanics
the tree inventories our voice when its trembling crown
gathers sensations in a translucent orbit of smile
we inaugurate the hour of love on the collarbone when green sky collapses
how we transform the bent knee into severe balance
the die with glowing numbers rolls the player's palms
fertile whisper slows the burning tongue of the white thigh
silence unties its deep wells I hear the sky with fingers
the transparent clarity of the eyelid signs the violet evening's pupil
great monuments fall drowsy in their fanatic dream leaning
you keep the red apple on your head the error of foreseen arrow
the prey has hidden in the hunter's ankle without dangers
I with mouth full of seaweed with nostril snowed by ice
unprotected by fear I dig with the comb's teeth the exile of names
on the bell in its monotonous beating remains the golden pollen
on the rough bark of words a hoary forgotten breeze
weathered by rains at the radiant dwelling of lightning
slow multiplication pulverizes meaning and about this
your nape brings back the penumbra of serpents discus throwers
you throw the umbrella of echoes far like a liquid miracle
proportional trunks for the almost confluent sleep
advisory restlessness has left us for the silent ball
with its hay mask stuck to cheeks paled by moon
tomorrow anyway you'll resume the journey across green plains
in the shrill acclamations of the grasshopper the forgotten lamp
the fork twists itself toward velvety darkness
the warm wax of the kiss protects us from dizzy grass
we breathe deeply listening to the memory of drowned waters