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Life
Deep into that darkness learning
Life is for everyone
The incentive seemed happy spurning
Everyone is for life
I crave the unswayed, unimpressed upbringing
My aliveness, I could not awaken
Life is for everyone
Everyone is for life
And the agelessness never debating
Life
I remember I was acquiescing, remembering
I crave the instructional, inviting impermanence, temporary
Ah, distinctly I was condoning, remembering
But in the fact that it was dripping, temporary
It was slipping, ripping, gripping!
Reneging and reneging with my virtuousness
Nowness - nowness - nowness!
That moment my soul grew lonely
Life is for everyone
The abandoned auteurism acquiring
Back into my memories moralizing
All my soul within me inspiring
Life is for everyone
The sleepless school sermonizing
Everyone is for life
Life is for everyone, life
4/11/19
Zeal the Zealot just made some poison,
and he was proud of it as can be.
He advertised the poison for all the world to see.
He touted that his would kill all the mice and rats,
but, promised no harm to the helpful bats.
Quincy the Quiet made some poison brew
and he was proud of his work too.
He advertised the poison for all the world to see.
He touted that his would kill all the roaches and fleas,
but, promised no harm to the bees.
Zeal the Zealot sold his poison at the corner mart,
and he gave out fliers for the user's instructional start.
Quincy the Quiet sold his poison out of the back of his pickup bed,
and had the instructions on the label in red.
Little did either realize dangers these sales threatened to be.
Stripped the Honeybee fell into Zeal's poison's pot
and sipping the poison he began to feel hot.
Then Stripped attempted to fly away,
but Buddy the Bat thought he was food anyway.
Both the bee and the bat died-on Quincy's pickup bed.
Neither Zeal nor Quincy wanted the bat to die,
but both blamed the other and did not question why.
Then from around the corner came Loudmouth the Cat
who tried then to help them understand,
the product they both were selling would be destruction to the land!
Screaming writhing violent
uncontrollable spasms of abandonment
immediately followed her (like Mary's lamb)
where e'er she went
verbal communication attempt didst rent
ear piercing outpouring
barrage heard clearly by vested gent,
a bajillion miles away e'en
stymying the likes of Lois Lane, Clark Kent
or special ABC letter writ agent,
when aforementioned younger daughter
raged day and night without abatement
soon after our baby's birth
agonizing distress self evident
when bundle of joy became a toddler,
which ordinary concomitent
expectant joyful milestones
hoop fully attendant
with hypothetical offspring
aurally learning oral rudiment
basis of language skill
with instructional accouterment
mastering native tongue
celebratory breakthru achievement
acquiring brisk command of lingua franca
easily excelling telly
tubby "FAKE" accent
gibberish with cogent
encoded development coaxed ability
regarding divine acknowledgement
pertaining to obvious delayed development,
when dada decried disabled
doc's "NON FAKE"
dupe forced mine abhorrent
realization upon crestfallen papa,
that our precious progeny
requisite remedial requirement
versed here, viz poetic abridgement
thee youngest of
(deux) daughters afflicted
at young age initial
general consensus genetic accident
engendered ambiguous diagnosis,
cuz forming words absent
purportedly linkedin with
high functioning autism
spurred self blame abutment,
sans cognitive fluke (most
likely inherited) malady immediate adherent
parental duty entailed, promoted
vouchsafed, et cetera
lifelong intervention convert,
a blessed webbed accompaniment
decades later nearly wrought total abolishment
whereat now grown year old lass
defied wildest predictions, adjustment
witnessed thee cherished apple of my eye
metamorphosed since early adolescent
to secure part time employment
attending Bend, Oregon Community College
and coordinating advancement,
where Shana Punim secured plane ticket
and took to friendly skies to my amazement!
(This is only my opinion, only written to promote calm discussion or debate. I know nothing, am not an expert on anything. If you are easily Religiously riled, spiritually offended, do not read this. Period.)
The Devil is smart, subtle; he can control one without the controlled being remotely aware. He can appear beautiful and angelic like, surrounded by dazzling light. He is content with making some simply complacent, not believing in his existence. Complacency means that you will not consciously, prayerfully battle negative influences in the world. He doesn’t need a lot of active foot soldiers. He can make you financially secure, a weekend content church goer, as he does many, when it prevents you from deeper scrutiny and higher spiritual growth. Complacency helps him indirectly perpetuate evil influence in the world. Pop Culture: meditation is good...but meditation should not be approached and practiced as a touchy-feelgood, New-age fad. Without knowledgeable instructional understanding of mind, body, and spirit, meditation can lead to demonic possession. When one puts his mind and body into trance, if not protected properly, if not first being in the presence of God (the importance of understanding shallow meditation vs deeper meditation~ Omnipresence) one opens himself up to demonic possession. Possessed often do not know it. It’s very seldom like the movies. Psychic powers, psychic centers of the Cosmic Form, should not be stimulated unless one is totally prepared to become a priest of God, totally committed to selfless service of humanity 24/7. One should not mess with Mysticism as though it were another hobby, or simply an occasional pastime. Two scoop day or one. Subjects like Kundalini, spiritual fire for purification and transformation, should not be attempted without proper groundwork, without spiritual training – dedication involving total, complete surrender to Christ Principal (Son of God), otherwise it is tantamount to giving a 4 year old a loaded gun to play with. Am I suggesting then, that one should not Meditate? Absolutely not. And everyone starts as a novice. Psalm 19 verse 14: Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer.” All meditation, whether done by novice or otherwise, should begin and end in God’s presence.
THE MAGIC OF OUTDOORS
he moved slow, with a limp
his cane grinding
in the dirt, grating on the pavement
his hat always prompt on his head
as he headed into the cold dark wind
then it swirled
the magic
a trick up his sleeve
pulled out some cards
laid them down
they were aces
a smile seasoned through the clouds
of old age and doubt
he tipped his hat at some pretty lady
and then twirled his hat on one finger
as his feet forgot to nap
the crowd looked down
as his toes began tapping
within his shiny shoes
he swayed side to side
as a song played in his head
and blasted out from the recoiled headphones
of a stunned teenager
an old timey ritz
his cane became his instructional instrument
poised between his hands
this song and dance man
charmed the lackadaisical crowd
mesmerized...surprised
held captive in pied piper effect
a light rain drizzled
his effervescent energy drizzled
his cane poked the puddles
as he headed home
his wife exclaimed
as he limped through the door
a smile on lips
and a radiant face,
“Oh my those walks sure do you good”
“Join me one day, my dear! We should make a great team”
9/30/2017
Franklin was not satisfied
This was autumn, but he wanted it to move
It did not seem finished
He slept on it
Not hopeful.
His eager muse danced into his dreams
And took over, showing him
How to make it dance and prance
How to make the leaves sparkle and twinkle
He watched carefully
Was it the soul of his great grandfather? Another artist?
Was it an Old Master? Franklin knew not.
However, he understood the next morning
How to finish autumn
It opened to rave reviews
How did you get the leaves to dance? He was asked
He wisely kept his inspiration to himself,
Understanding how fast people can turn on even their closest friends
If they feel you are in possession of the devil’s work
or some such nonsense.
As a reward, his muse gave him more instructional dreams….
I pack the backpack
then empty it
count again what I need,
discard the unlikely,
the unnecessary accessory.
I pack the backpack
shoulder it,
adjust the straps
remember to add a useful thing,
unpack and repack,
try to balance the weight,
smooth the angular,
tighten the loose.
Once again
add another small but
just maybe item
to the survival kit in the backpack
which I have just repacked.
I open the backpack
unpack just enough
to add to the survival kit.
I forgot to pack rope,
It’s a must-have necessity.
I pack the rope.
This is a metaphor poem,
possibly a cautionary tale,
or an instructional manual.
I remember just in time
that I have left the instruction manuals
for the battery operated can opener,
the outdoor fire lighter,
the camping stove,
and a sharpening tool
on a small folding chair.
I gather the manuals up,
pack them,
try to pack the small folding chair,
decide I will have to carry it separately.
The backpack is back over my shoulder,
above that a rolled up pup tent.
The camping chair is in my left hand,
in my right hand a sturdy hiking stick.
Climbing boots and cleats affixed.
I go to the door to leave.
I can’t open the door
too much gear to go through
I may have to squeeze out sideways,
but now I can’t turn the door handle or lock,
too much in my hands.
I will have to unpack.
Turns out
metaphors are a heavy lift.
About you not being perfect ,
No one is perfect.
Guess it is why everyone needs each other.
Life is a journey. A path of many trials , sometimes you win, sometimes you lose .
We have no instructional Manuel.
We do our best , and we try to do what we can ,when we can.
People we meet , you learn from them as well as you do from trial and error
People we know that has been down that path themselves , or are there now. It is always good to have people who can relate , and be understanding...
We learn from each other , how best to approach any certain circumstance we may face .
Their there as our guide posts on our journey through life.
We can learn so much from each other if we just open our hearts and ears. .
(composed about eight years ago
moments ago this poem underwent
slight poetic surgical face lift
modifications by this bro)
this spine tingling reaction,
sans flushed testosterone
from heads to toe
sketched out sometime
from ~july or august 2012 or so
and (just now) triggered chain reaction for roe
man tick undulations i.e. wishful desires slow
lee shifting (in seconds flat)
from neutral to overdrive
exceeding speedometer limit maximum
nearly attaining speed of light quo
shunt seeing an aesthetically pleasing chic chick
in the summer of full feminine bloom
envisioning plunging hot rod
into her lubricated derrick
(and yes, young enough
to beget me via coital fling
a splendid supreme offspring
of this gap toothed fifty three year old simian),
who doth wanna swing
like a boyish chap
at prime love making time zing,
with thee, whose primary purpose comprised
tutoring my daughter whose deficiency
with language skills warrant
communication exercisesd
born with cognitive developmental delays
in sundry dis guised,
whose academic weakness qualified her since birth -
or soon thereafter meta morph a sized
to receive intervention to allow, enable
and provide her with life skills
even though patience thoroughly utilized
so she can become self reliant as an adult
thus bringing this papa aegis
of said progeny prances carefree like a colt
and via exposure therapy
comfort zones, convince this dadaist dolt
magic touch, sans young women,
(who seem prominent in social service field)
bear witness as thy Punim doth molt
blindsiding actions of tender loving care
these myopic eyes
with hypnotic trance observe flair
ring results conjuring up illusions of grandeur
spurring commendable utterance
of touche...here here
but self consciousness kept gleeful outburst
under lock and key lest detriment comb near
compromising instructional progress,
that could easily dis ap pear
into a sinkhole forsaking requisite basic skills
reinforcement ever since first year
Hold guns like bibles in both hands
Aim them in the air in any direction
For fun at parties invite them along
Polish off a bottle of whiskey first
Keep ammo in mayonnaise jars
For freshness cradle them like babies
If you must take guns to bed with you
Never feed them bullets after dark
Make sure they are warm and comfy
And bring their own blankets and pillows
To cover loud noises
To avoid indigestion
Remember guns kill
Keep them away from pickles in the fridge
And from children for their own protection
Read the directions on the box
Throw the manual in the fire place
Not the gun because that is dangerous
Gun control is like mind control
You must first have one to use it
Both come with sensitive triggers
With no warranties or returns to life
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