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The Psyche aye seeks an end to sling
Its filaments wide across and all around ,
To ensnare it's weird, stray prey with a fling
And there comes the ominous web, ill- bound
To stay back and grab the first victim found ;
From out of the depth of the benumbed torpor
The creeping, coiling ,ruffling ,volatile thought ,
Ever entangled in plots beneath the stupor ,
Sneaks, to find it's clumsy, uneasy way out
Seeking some flaw or fissure along the coffer .
Despite the reach and the cold vicious win
The prize fetches not the full upright feel ;
No ransack nor test for the wrong or sin ,
As success above all ,reckons a good deal
And the wildness belches over the raw meal ;
The goal reached, only incites a new hover
As the impulsive sensors grab at one and all ;
While a little morsel, a small patch ,and cover
Suffice, needless is the trade so selfishly tall
That transacts the mode of contented survival.
Death ,destruction and fall haunt fear greater ;
Desire and greed dwell in selfish pleasure ;
Thirst needs only a satiable gulp of water ;
Pelf and riches, beyond being some treasure
Cannot buy real relief or intent in any measure ;
All wild pursuits, mere Quixotic , end in vain ;
Glamour and virtual success go sans form ,
Brittle trophies and awesome ravages disdain ;
One stands not even at where one began, forlorn
As the very ground beneath the feet is torn .
Pale orb the bleary wake incites
Pallid streams procession ignites
Twilight's caravan gives last beams flight
Deep browns, oranges funerary pyre light
Glare from Day's spent hours moon's spawning rays spite
Day's face shares last glint then bier shutters tight
Into gray abyss Helios's flaming spirit doth kite
In ethereal corridor veiled remnants with chilling vapors slight
Night's doleful dirge; sprightly pallbearers shoulder blight
In vapid sanctuary, a jading stillness appends eerie rite
Nyx's strobe earth's dimmed floor with shadows doth requiet
Sidling tributaries in contrite cadence blink at earth's plight
Slow rhythms of Nyx's bleating requiem soul's sleep doth invite
It is said that the world is quite strong.
When we both agreed, we were wrong.
But systemic risk leads to a spare call.
And it makes life hazy, as we shall.
When weak surfeit fulfills incisive inquiry,
the diction is made utterly dull and wiry.
Implied options for a farewell gathering
The effect is similar to lathering.
A dreadful jester with mixed craziness.
When guilt clouds your eyesight, haziness
A genuine illusion and a shaky submission
You are vigilant in the face of recognition
Lacking a faithful foe as a recent symbol,
To a mindset that is wrong at its core.
For the moral majority, act proudly humble,
to develop skills in each particular sector.
While skilled amateurs and realistic untaught,
assist fetch harmony to the dissonance.
This reliable test incites calm unthought.
That is aimed straight at the outer imminence.
It requires steadfast cynicism and rustic grace,
so as to withstand this negative preening.
And sway away from school without a trace,
to allow the word "normal" a fresh meaning.
Written: September 29, 2022
Sacred Secret
It started with a lie
It started with a choice
Choice to obey the Creator
Choice to listen to another voice
Voice of God's enemy
Voice that incites disobedience
Disobedience leads to sinful state
Disobedience leads to death
Death for all humankind
Death because of one man's sin
Sin is a missing of the mark
Sin can be forgiven by God
God had a purpose in mind
God had designed an earthly paradise
Paradise that was lost to humans
Paradise could be found again
Again we could have God's favour
Again we could be free
Free from sin and death
Free from lies and slavery
Slavery to disobedience
Slavery to suffering
Suffering for centuries
Suffering without relief
Relief was promised, but by whom?
Relief identity was still a mystery
Mystery of a sacred secret
Mystery explained to Abraham
Abraham was told "look to the skies above"
Abraham would have children like the stars
Stars without number
Stars that would bring light
Light that would illuminate dark days
Light that would bless all humankind
Humankind that was born in sin
Humankind that needed a saviour
Saviour identity was the mystery
Saviour would come from Abraham
Abraham had many sons
Abraham son Isaac was God's choice
Isaac became father to Jacob
Isaac became father to Israel
Israel became a large nation
Israel produced the Messiah
Messiah was the saviour of the world
Messiah was the man born Jesus of Nazareth
Jesus identity was the hidden secret
Jesus sacrifice was so sacred
Sacred
Secret
John Derek Hamilton
May 29,2016
In clamor continuum
noise navigates
decibel waves
beyond discernment
numbed,
voice of frenzy
feels the caress
of hushed calmness,
halcyon sentiments
sink slow
in solvent serenity
unexpressed
in remote recess
of mute mind,
fluidity swamps
sonic impulse
insensate.
Corrosive cacophony
finally ceases
compelled,
the unsaid composes
sonata of silence
echoed,
finds nascent niche
tranquil,
strikes reticent concord
sensuous
in concerto cord
of harmony,
vivacious voice rises
serenades
lilting lyric
unsung
in sanctum of silence.
Strident storm
spite spent,
stops consumed
on catastrophe
contrived,
sheathed placid
by stalled silence,
spreads
where it finds
muffled manifestations
smothered,
beguiled spring breeze
incites
taciturn emotions,
floral feeling
sprouts fragrance
in sanctuary of silence.
there is a heat advisory in Kansas for me and you
It is July twenty six, and it is supposed to get to a hundred and two
A hundred and two
a hundred and two
would that melt an egg? a lamp or a shoe?
A hundred and two, I sing along with glee, no longer blue
a hundred and two, it incites and delights me, does it delight you?
I cannot quit singing a hundred and two.
I consult my echo dot, loving the idea of melting as goo.
What is the temp? I ask, hoping to hear a hundred and two
It says ninety-eight which is a letdown for both me and you.
I wanted it to be a hundred and two
I will hold out for that number, that is what I will do.
A hundred and two, a hundred and two.
Crazy weather in Kansas, and other places too.
A hundred and two, I hear a cow’s moo
A hundred and two I sing. A hundred and two!
When they kiss so tenderly, they imagine plans for a lifetime,
their entwined arms protect what's theirs and precious inside:
they always get the usual looks of envy and unable to separate
these two young sweethearts, they simply give up trying;
staying together is turning away from unwanted loneliness,
building that tomorrow in trust means whatever it may take,
accepting endless joy that enters the happy heart, and this
incites their desire to be truly faithful and keep their longing.
They don't have to choose and wait, fate has already favored them;
could a fickle instinct make them loose their loveliest dream?
Who are more blessed than the ones honoring their promises?
No unexplainable force or unfavorable event can overwhelm them;
could they be tempted by beautiful eyes with such lustful smiles?
Their image of humbleness is unique, and they're admired by others.
Getting to know them is discovering their well-kept secret,
one could write a romance novel from the words they speak;
watch how they hold hands and the tender caresses they seek...
doesn't their happiness declare they are the perfect portrait?
A Dreamer Gazed In Agelessness
In the midst of chaos love relinquished its reign
A plethora of weakened senses pounding within
Like clouds we drifted apart abandoning heaven
Remorsefully begged that an amnesty be given.
If Eden is illusion is there another I can behold?
Visions blindsided by this apathetic frigid world.
Do missed chances lose spark unlike pure gold?
May not buy their way out of loneliness tenfold.
Who can say for certain if one's luck takes hold?
Fate insists that the answer must never be told.
Doubt incites desperation as she began to weep
To ameliorate her grief, I ascend a canyon steep
A dreamer gazed in agelessness counting sheep
Dazed as hearts tenderly reunites in their sleep!
Penned: 11/27/2022
Extended Stay America
Lake Worth, Florida
USA
Children get seized at the border;
parents are led away in cuffs.
Under Presidential order
ICE morphed into a gang of toughs.
The United States has no shame
they sold their soul to the devil.
Asylum seekers weren't to blame
for Trump sinking to this level.
Kids are a political tool,
kidnapped from fleeing families.
Enforced by Republican rule,
laws mandate these calamities.
Nazis and fascists rally round
Trump, waving confederate flags.
Hate's propaganda is unbound,
their blood chants recruiting scumbags.
A bigot's voted in power,
a nationalist is in charge.
A man defined by Trump-tower
is revered by cultists at large.
Democracy's reached a crossroads,
a lunatic has won the race.
And holding the nuclear codes
he incites his ass-kissing base.
A love built on trust
Our love flutters on calypso breezes,
cruising on the tropic of Capricorn
All of our anxieties it eases,
as mango sun wakes us this August morn
Passionate dew glistens on sun kissed skin
as we gaze at skies of peaches and cream
your essence incites desires within
We're enamored in this tropical dream
This is no cruise ship infatuation
We confess and reveal history's scars
tethered together in hearts migration
Promising love, under the moon and stars
Shooting stars ricochet through cosmic dust
Heavenly signs that our love's built on trust
John Derek Hamilton
July 13,2017