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The world has always felt so ineffably massive
As a child I was scared to grow up; to live
I thought about meaningless existence and absurd hypotheticals way beyond my age
From that childlike wonder I learned to cry silently
In two days, however, I will turn 16 years old
But I have always thought that I would’ve died a year ago
No one ever knew, I made sure they didn’t
But this past year I forced myself into things I can’t do in the ground
I have learned to soar far above my fleeting grave
For my “suicide 16” will be no more
I used my voice and met amazing people
I have cried tears of joy from laughing too loud
I’ve been fighting the urge to starve myself
This “suicide 16” will not take me
So long as I take that first step into freedom,
The world won’t be as scary
For now, I choose to challenge the everyday
I have proved I am capable of being human
As cowardice and determination are seen as weakness,
They aren’t weak, they are human.
Humanly real unlike my premature grave
Once you were the ocean of emotions.
Perplexed, perturbed, desires and hesitations.
Waves of tears washed away my crazy cecity!
In the sea of fog, you still there……
Beautiful but quite hazy!
Yah, no more crazy!
Oh yeah hazy, quite hazy!
Like tornado you swirled through my axons.
My love……now you don’t hound,
Ah, these serene dawns ……..u…..u, a great bygone.
Nah, you don’t hound!
What an ecstasy….nah, no more crazy!
Beautiful but hazy…….O….hazy.
Every mile, behind every smile…..hey you were chasing!
All the books and every page…yeh so scathing!
Fraying and scaling… …so bracing and refreshing!
Beautiful blazing………
No, no, not crazy……..lucent but so hazy.
On the trails, in the woods….creeping and screeching!
Your tactile touch…..that gentle smile….
In my dreams, on my mind………always...scorching.
Nah, no healing, no preaching was sooting!
Yeah, I was craving, I was longing.
Memories still remind, you come to my mind.
But now I smile…..loved you! Why…..why so ineffably?
The magic that broke the spell…..verily..
Better ways and the grace…….unshackled glide!
Dreamless nights _ aimless days….
……………………..Your thoughts were so confined!
Now, I stand with pride…so refined.
Yeah, you come to my mind, but now I smile.
Beguiled back again……….
I see you there, faded and hazy!
Kansas Poem #4
Hey Hoss, slow down there!
No need to go so fast. Besides,
I don’t want to go
to where you’re going, and
I don’t want to be seen
to where you’re heading.
Hey Hoss, please turn this
furious black thing around!
Kindly get me the hell out of here
before it’s too late!
No, I don’t wish to see
this row of blighted Chinese elms and dead leaves.
Nor hear the badly-sung songs
of lost love and wild regret.
And, I refuse to see
the bloody scratches of truth and beauty,
so scrumptiously etched
with long blades on those splattered bricks;
Embedded there for the duration,
like the gum under your table;
Enmeshed there as the garnished gemstones
of the myriad fountains in Kansas City,
Polished with grit, staid tenacity, and
the time-shorn murders in the wheat lands,
underground in the broad basements
of purple smoke and black blood,
of silent stealth movements
under bending eaves, and a watching moon.
No Hoss!, I don’t want to go
to where you’re going.
Sorry, but we seem
ineffably lost and sadly wandering,
like a couple of dusty dudes
groveling for the keys that match nothing.
No, I don’t want to go
down that long Chinese lane. No!
Turn this furious thing around!
Here the people sit on long verandas and
watch the strangers come and go.
They might notice two dudes like us and
wonder what we’re doing there.
Sometimes I can hear
a loud shrieking funeral going by on Highway 50.
And those same people are staring
at the two caskets, and recognizing us inside!
Hey Hoss, slow down there!
No need to go so fast! Besides,
Time is not naïve, and Its retching Uncle
has left many a lover in the shuttered room,
up there on the 2nd floor,
has poured many a shimmering glass,
and licked many a teeming spoon.
Hey Hoss, ever take a morning break
at Hartman’s Café back in the day?
When the Clutters would drive by waving,
from inside their blue chevy impala, heading
to silent Garden City, and
the cold wind blowing unheard there.
If you drive this black furious thing
down that lane there,
you will see it.
It sits like an old cat in the sun,
going nowhere fast from its sealed post,
high upon these expansive wheat plains,
under this dark, brooding, blood-thirsty sun, and
an unforgiving watching moon.
Fixing the Ajna point between eyebrows
we may draw a circle horizontal
traversing eyes, temples, ears till Medulla
seamless energy band spherical
Likewise we may mark the upward path
rising up straight & vertical
via Guru & Sahasrara, Bindu & Medulla
as the energy loop ovoidal
The lotus at crown is said to have 1000 petals
each of which must blossom in ignition
bewildering is the magnificence of Gods miracle
cognising all of Brahman resident within
Futile is reading doctrines & scriptures
for the actuality of is-ness is ineffably beauteous
as we resistancelessly flow in the current
each nuance within potent awakening thunderous
13-September-2020
From ES to ES
Here’s the thing
I don’t really know
What life would be if I declared the truth
I heard you say you were unlovable
Yet I declined to speak
A Delorean moment
An everlasting “if only…”
A coward’s regret
All of that and more
The life I could have had
A haunting presence as I pace my cell
It seems supreme but who can tell?
Here’s the thing
I haven’t got a clue
What makes you tick and gets you feeling good
I idolize your ever little nuance
Pretend I mean as much to you
A hypothetical perfect match
A theoretically blessed union
An ineffably joyous pairing
As only I could conjure up
The wife I could have had
A loving presence as I stumble through the day
Appears so dear but who can say?
Here’s the thing
I’m in the dark
As to the thing that could have made me yours
And now I’m sure you’ve heard the news
I hope at least it took you by surprise
An unspeakable crime
A horrifying action
A man you thought you know
Who used to make you laugh
The life we could have had
A sobering presence but I hope you’re living well
I bet you are but who can tell?
~I have to wonder what it's like.~
........
After all, I live in a world so twisted.
Where wrong is right, and right is so ineffably misted.
Where destruction of cities is a daily habit.
By Socialiist and Antifa, with less brains than wild rabbits.
When our great Republic may indeed fall,
Crushed by the diabolical Dominion's Wall.
And the brainwashed world,ah yes,they think it's fine.
They hate America with its freedoms and republic sunshine!
~God keep us totally free~
When votes are but trash,America cannot be!
11-29-2020
10:38pm PST
I scorn thee, Puberty! Damn thee as well,
Thou abominable herder of shame,
Will thou findeth glee by my told sarspell?
I beseech thee of ineffable name,
Rendereth thineself as quiet slain game,
For thine cruel ends be reached, let thine eyes droop,
Immortal Rite, meeteth Poetry Soup.
Forsaken specs findeth young Phillip (me),
He the first noble son born of Sir Mike,
That betrothed Diane, mother of he (me);
Neareth NASA lived they by Houston’s dike,
We plus two girl offsprings I still dislike;
Turneth back time to nineteen ninety five,
Thus now the setting as ocean, we dive.
I of ten years then plus three more years aged,
By mine mom’s woven hand rags yet adorned,
Draperies bindething spirits encaged,
Mine lot too ignorant still ‘be forlorned,
For two years would pass ‘fore Nike I yearned;
Looken now friends, at thine narrator’s dress,
Mine costumes for school were each mismatched mess.
And hath we not yet speaketh mine afro?
Then let us for humor’s saketh too laughs
For atop mine snow pale flesh did it grow!
It was beneath that nest mine brain did graphs
On one Tuesday morn; during sixth grade math,
Unbeknownst of a sneaking wretched pest:
That ineffably named prepubescent guest.
Still in present times remember I can’t,
What the hell kindled mine loins ablaze,
Yet fiery flames of embarrassment
Secretly smoldered through my brainy haze;
When mine teacher upon me called that I raise,
And thus stirred the scene I’ve oft reflected,
The moment I’ve chosen for my most embarrassing?
When in 6th grade math class I stood up…
…fully erected
O, to find the words that describe
How I feel In my beloved's eye.
Like a mighty lion before household cat
As fierce champion to his victim before a spat
Roaring ocean before modest pond;
A tornado upon a city soon-to-be-gone.
O, to find the words that describe
How I feel when cast a glint from my beloved's eye.
If only I might draw up proper rhyme
A verse to do justice to Beloved, in due time.
I pray thee, let it bleed out on this page, my mind,
To let one see how it is she stirs this chest of mine.
Yes, indeed, mighty lion to lowly cat;
Fierce champion to opponent he would snap;
Roaring ocean to man-made splash;
Twister upon the village it would dash.
You see the emotion my dear, my darling, in my chest doth cause to swell?
One would say to great pleasure and joy it should to me compel.
And, yea, alas, it would, if at all,
If it did not speak of me as ineffably small.
For lion, ocean, champion; I am not he.
But cat, splash, and broken-one-to-be.
Nor twister, with harsh voice and fretful gale, am I
But rather the village laid waste in the blink of an eye.