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turn and walk away from lifes indecisions
why pay the cost for oppressed dogmatic religion?
why do we give in without question without resistance?
why should we live a shitzophrenic existence?
why do we induce guilt and fear into our own hearts and minds?
why do we attack and destroy the flesh of our kind?
why do we live in a world full of hate, greed and decpetion?
why are we so eager to follow popular conception?
why do we worship the images that are bestowed?
why do we feel like something has to be owed?
why is our god full of jealousy and wrath?
yet demands that we walk a very narrow path?
im sick and tired of the lies that are told!!!!
an authortarian belief system that loves to control.
they bond the spirit with the chains of oppression
while the few know the truth while the others keep guessing
knowledge is power but many misuse it to their advantage
yet the stench of preachers and pastors run repugnant and rancid
if death is a gift a release from the flesh
then let us put these preachers and pastors to the test
I resume the world soap,
'Cos by celestials' rule i cannot cope.
Bind i myself to this world by luxury rope,
That by faith i'll be firm,even if a slope.
And to all my crafts entrusted and dope!
I will return never to that hood,
Neither will i to the beggars nude.
For to them was i presented as a food,
A flesh in their midst is qualified to be
consumed.
For that did i all myself seek good.
I'll retreat to the king's abode,
And will in anxiety and curiosity a-rode.
That i before him will again be a-mould.
That if peace tarry not,joy will be to me a-
load.
And to luxury will i eternally unfold.
Wealth,luxury,Grace,Joy,money,
Honour,heights in my lodge be.
Strife,death,indecisions,menace,worry,
Loadgers,panicking,illness,perish be.
From me an to me; Reads; pleasant thrills.
Clays,mortal,pestals; my guards are,
Iron,metals,gun are from me far.
For they to human world sketch scar,
And on destruction were they a star.
Let the formers be found with the potter.
I am what i choose to be,
A Potter,that'll all wealth fix.
That if joy and hope be amiss,
Or if they be slack; mend be.
That if Joy,peace and hope did slack,they'll
be mend by me.
I'm a potter,
To all slacks; an answer.
I'm the mending panther.
Moulding mortals,
The pot-ting Potter.
I AM
c.2017
POTD 6 Mar 2020
Oh, where are those waves
of bygone days
that caressed and rocked
on hearing you cry?
‘Sleep little ship’ I'd murmur low
while ocean crooned her soft lullaby
Turbulent change wrought by tempestuous winds
Fresh cravings to taste the salted breeze
In foam and spray twixt the now lashing waves
Illusions waft to tempt and tease
Resounding thunder heralds a storm
Streaks of lightning split the skies
Your torch burning bright to take the helm
for selfish reasons my love denies
Indecisions vacillate crucial visions
cavernous chasms far withdrawn
The deeper I think the lower I sink
The wind howls forth a cry forlorn
No delusion with love ~ high the price
In this icy realm my resistance will take
a solicitous change of a Mother’s heart
Look not the shattered glass in your wake
The impulses of the over protective mother and keeping her child sheltered in a bubble away from the real world is just not feasible anymore. The ‘Breaking Point’ is, when she must weigh up her own feelings - either relinquishing her relationship with her offspring by forcing it to stay, or breaking her heart if she lets it go.
Ultimately, as in the ‘Story of Life’…. Love conquers all.
~Happy International Women's Day to those celebrating on Sunday 8th ~
POTD 6 Mar 2020
JUST ONE MORE DAY
To you, David:
Just one more day would never be enough time
to read you all the poems I've written in rhyme.
I write our memories where no one else can see
It's become my way of keeping you close to me
Your note, "My Dusty Blue, know what I'd do?
I'd still be searching, if I'd not yet found you."
I treasure the notes, for they mean so much more.
I hold them to my heart when tears begin to pour.
Oh, our nights of love, the gentleness of your kiss.
I write of the many little things that I sadly miss.
If you were here I'd look deep into your green eyes,
reflected there would be the love you can't disguise.
Those moonlit nights, searching for a falling star,
indecisions we laughed over when choosing a car.
We'd share the kitchen once more to make a meal.
Your favorite recipe to include the kiss you'd steal.
Walking the mountain path among the aspen trees,
Oh how I long to have one more day such as these.
The blanket of snow and the snowballs we tossed
You filled my life with laughter,now all that is lost.
I miss the sound of your voice, whispering in my ear,
"I love you, Linners." Upon my cheek, fell your tear.
How wonderful it would be to sleep on your arm,
But oh, my love, would it serve to do more harm?
Another time of grief and mourning, another goodbye.
It would be much too hard to bear for both you and I.
I'll keep writing of the memories that lie in my heart
to read after my death, when we will never be apart.
December 12th 2015
Just One More Day
Sponsor: Laura Loo
What actually happened
in the spin of those struggling years
was nothing worth mentioning,
just being hopeful and not really giving
of myself; and that secret remained untapped
until I became aware of wishes...
An entirely new me
makes my presence real, not elusive,
when a murky night vanishes
through the full moon's luminance...
not to impede, but to appease
any emotion felt instantly!
If instincts could teach me
to avoid the dilemmas I am caught into inadvertently,
I would make those sudden changes
to get rid of all indecisions;
and as need never urges me to set limits,
I must show confidence and courage!
An entirely new me
challenging tomorrow without impatience,
living to the fullest of my desires...
to grasp that moment with eagerness ;
and what will proceed great joy,
will not be comparable to what I will become!
Great transitions became part of human experience
after we gave up on daily nomad lifestyle,
perhaps too bohemian
to have ever actually existed
out of nutritional nurturing choice
As contrasted with necessity
of drought,
floods,
pestilence,
famine,
chronic wars,
climatic absence of healthy peace.
Great transitions
are choices,
positive more than negatively motivated,
to move from one habitat
in space and/or time
to another
that feels more promising,
worthy of trust,
a potential celebration of interactive beauty,
holistic balance,
resilient health,
aesthetically resonant wealth.
Great transitions
have their inhale stage,
before the moving Team appears,
which includes hard and soft decisions
and indecisions,
memories,
and rude reminders
lacking acquisitive memories
about where did all these properties come from,
external
with their internally complementary feelings
of way too much stuff
in my cluttered life,
Happiness to be bringing warm memories along
and sadness to leave so much cold
and neglectful waste
behind the dumpster
And great transitions
also have their less famous exhale stage
after the moving Team
moves on
to facilitate another household's preferably Great
but sometimes Traumatic
Transition.
Great transitions
in second stage
open one box at a time
to reload new closets
basements
attics
garages
sheds
shelves
entertainment centers
dress drawers
treasure chests
jewelry boxes
safes
mailboxes
kitchen and bathroom drawers
cabinets
medicine cabinets
CD and DVD racks
soundtracks
shoe racks
pot racks
wine racks
over the door hat racks
behind the door spice racks
tool racks and peg boards
hangers
umbrella stands
coat trees
bird feeders
pantry shelves
under the oven drawers
armoires
desks
hutches
book cases
curtain rods
picture hangers
linen closets
nightstands
pillow cases
guest beds
Great transitions
never die
they just fade in
to what remains of yesterday
Sufficient for this new age
of rebecoming
habituated
co-acclimated
seeking a healthier climate,
a wealthier place
for healing uncooperative
lack of felt resilience
To survive
and hopefully thrive
into our next Great Transition,
inhaling into recycling lungs,
exhaling out into greener
more resonantly resilient
Great Earth Habitat.
The A to P of Change Procrastination to Adventure
Answers to be found to questions unknown must arise from new
Bold novel beginnings revisions contemplation reflections and prisms
Can manage to challenge unearth previously untrodden pastures
Diminish confusing conflicts depression mood swings all our schisms
Encompass what portrays and enlightens where we once had no clue
Forego all those doubts uncertainties mistrusts dithering divisions
Grafting and crafting embracing in gratitude those many disasters
Heralds art works in person and paper defies discards rephrases indecisions
In faith change and purposive interrogation we might well eschew
Jumbled controversies intercept trapdoors pitfalls mindless perditions
Kaleidoscopic mixed and matching compositions not necessarily faster
Lie within us so obviously they require manifold repertoires of renditions
Much hard work is needed in our strife but reward looms where credit is due
No more of that past nonsense routine inculcated intrusive narrow opposition
Obfuscations of sanity health revival if we desire to become our own master
Perfused with loving kindness honesty less traditional re-calibrated new mission
02nd August 2016-09-01
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