Long Intersections Poems
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It was the Eighties
And among the ladies
You stood out
Hey LT it's not a dodge
Over my heart there was camouflage
Still you stood out
Your bars of silver
Your beauty a killer
That shot my heart down
The band tried, you sang
"Still Loving You" a birth pang
Tomorrow I'm leaving town
Your beauty gave me a command
At attention you made me stand
A salute from Cpl. Wiggle
Love was ever here and far
As I started to play air guitar
It made you giggle
Now the Eighties a forty year aftermath
In Hannover Germany, intersections path
I wonder where you are today
What's sad about this matter
It was just a moment soon to scatter
You never knew your beauty effected me this way
Integrity's EarthDay celebrated potential
gathers climaxing solidarity
in Me/We co-arising intersections
of nature-physical health anticipation
gracing,
not effacing,
mental-spiritual wealth perspication
Musing resonant LeftDominant voices
singing musical RightProminent choices
of and for
causally effective
sacred communion resilience
Of dialectical process
LeftHemisphere thought antithesis
co-operating RightHemisphere felt
hypostatic thesis
win/win seeking
bipartisan
bicameral
bilaterally integral synthesis
Dipolar co-arising
thought health/felt wealth
of polyvagal neuro-systemic
win/win safety
in resonant
resilient
brilliantly functioning
flow extending climax.
Synergetic revolutions
overwhelm oppressively obvious feelings
that RightWing Othering partisans
empowered,
but unenlightened,
are hopelessly desecrating corporate capitalists
commodifying cynical political economic beliefs
that will ultimately lose/lose
degeneratively
nihilistically prevail
Inducing Predative Othering partisan alliances
against public,
democratic,
and global climate,
polycultural systemic health
Actively seeking more resonant therapies
for resiliently win/win cooperative
multiculturally musing
amusing
co-passionate mental embodied health
expanding deep
sacred panentheistic wealth.
Part of me longs to reside in
a high functioning
win/win cooperative community
of resilient left hemisphere,
resonant right hemisphere,
polypathic/polyphonic communion.
Part of egoself-care wisdom
and longing
feels drawn toward eremetical asylum
more than gregarious shared sanctuary;
to solitude,
peace
ease
natural sounds and sights,
green new/old deals,
relationships
communications
communions of egalitarian interdependence,
more internally holistic intersections
noticing sacred global beauty
in local experiential truths
mundanely secular.
Yet the best part of my internal ecosystemic awareness
wants both,
wants Earth's all,
longs for cutting edge win/win communion,
healthiest wealth,
resilient resonance
restoring ego/eco co-investments,
just truth and beautiful mercies,
graced bounty,
synergetic integrity,
robust democracy of healthy hermits.
Too unneedy greedy,
the sound of two co-arising hands
not clapping,
I unrealistically realize
longing in belonging.
Life is a woman with twilight eyes, wrapped in dresses of unspoken dreams,
Walking barefoot through gardens of time, her steps murmur the sonnets of the ephemeral,
In a silent dance, a waltz of shadows and light, glancing over her shoulder,
On paths where leaves rest, forever falling from the trees of our memory.
She unbraids her hair in waves of melancholy, weaving it with shooting stars,
Memories cast on the night sky, like tears burning on the cheeks of heaven,
She changes her lipstick from the hues of mystical sunsets, kissing the cheeks of her hurried lover,
An eternal Adam, lost in her unseen desires, embracing the moment and eternity.
She, Life, stretches her longing arms, arching over bridges of inverted time,
Embraces the moments, melting them into echoes of laughter and weeping, spinning them into spirals,
A harlequin of fate, with masks of joy and sorrow swapped in the glades of dreams,
Where do you lead us, oh Life, shading our paths with your veil of destiny?
In autumn days, she gathers the rusty leaves, kissing them tenderly, leaving imprints,
The bittersweet blend of sadness and joy, imprinted on threads of thought and resignation,
A nymph of melancholy, with a heart wrought by nostalgia and untamed longing,
Seeking the roots of happiness in the scorched landscapes of the past, where flowers no longer bloom.
Ah, Life-woman, you are the eternal puzzle of our days, questions without answers,
Holding in your hand the key to love and the lock of loss, piercing us with your paradoxes,
In a hypnotic dance, a flow of consciousness that flows, endlessly, in infinite rivers,
Like the wings of the butterfly searching for light in the darkness of your sweet intersections.
With every breath, you dress us in unwritten stories, in your tales of winter and summer,
Your melancholy coming over us, like a mantle of kisses and whispered breezes,
Through the smoke of lost moments, we always glimpse your changing face,
Phantom of the eternal feminine, Life-maiden, Life-lady, Life-woman.
Sound is vibration
begets round sound,
random noise,
white nuances,
dark soulful nights,
symphonic nests,
harmonic intersections
Organic macrolife is self and other,
ego and eco, empowerment
begets unvoiced
prevoiced
voiced
revoiced
nonvoiced enculturing love
choice
For love is God's great goddess power
begets compassion between faithful passion tribes
of trees,
toads,
turtles,
thistles,
thunder,
testimonies,
civil teas
Regenerating energy
resounding vibrant co-relational
responsive co-passions
responsible correlations
In-between rhythms
vibrating round patterned sound
of EarthDay powers
of light systemic synergy.
Betrayal's kiss was liquidly subtle, wet with firm
intuition
It's knowing lips soft & unassuming exuded
an aura of lust
Full of temptation it beckoned me portraying
illusions of trust,
but behind the mask were sharp teeth seeking
bloody incisions
The intimacy came with bad intentions closely
guarding its actions,
but being adjacent afforded insight into its
deadliest passions
My reaction were firewalls to be erected
at once,
as I stood in the middle of 2 pillars pondering
destruction of fronts
The aforementioned affront was spoken of to
the deepest of mind,
but was ignored as toxic venom intoxicated
the mind
The silver lining? A coined phrase hanging
like ropes from a tongue
"Make sure that you look before you leap" as more
betrayals will come
The warning was heeded so I escaped by the
skin of my teeth,
as the streets watched the intersections speaking
of the fate I would meet
In the end, I was delivered from the mouth of
the beast, emerging with mindset
firmly intact
I was meat, but indigestible because my peace
brought equilibrium back
Ask nurturers,
parents,
librarians,
nurses,
maybe even a doctor or two,
What's required for my long-term commitment
to re-invest
for necessary long-term resilience?
The answer,
health,
seems sufficient
and yet not the sacred purpose
for resonating my optimally wealthy life.
My purpose is growing healthier ecosystemic life
invites finding meaning through EarthCentric ZeroZone healing
resilient cooperative climates,
now increasingly volatile while desecrating
degenerating dissonance
through over-investment in automated comforts
and defensive apart-ness contracts
and absence of liberally loving WinWin contacts
at LoseLose unacceptable prices
of long-term automated consumer trends
decaying while grabbing remnants of shattered competing markets,
especially labor
and water
and soil
and entertaining soul root nutritional systems,
Rather than re-investing in cooperative love,
grace at home,
positive karma abroad
energy democracy,
resonant resilience,
polyphonic paths toward sacred health
rather than more competing climate of business apartheid pathology.
If we go back far enough
on any current survivor's family tree
we will find intersections of multicultural love
immigrating on business
and/or involuntary survival pilgrimages
in caravans of naked hope
for better,
more resiliently healthy
interdependent futures.
Disembarkment hearkened a largely unknown universe
Melbourne's sky lifting grid hidden partially
Behind rows of giraffe laughing palm trees
He dinged his car in the line to leave the car park
Home now to brazen 20 year olds, brought both cars
Had booked accommodation in suburb 5 miles north
She was staggered by intensity of Tuesday morning city
Swarming people made beelines to their business day
Several close encounters with trams saw riled passengers
Drastic traffic presented fresh dilemma, stitched thick
Mounting queues in right turn lanes, a phenomena unfamiliar
Billboards blasted big messages, brothels among them
Heavy clusters of vehicles became the pair's detriment
Hives of continued light intersections caused separation
Having easy communication not possible without mobiles
Deviations from course happened dozens of times
Midday passed in a haze of befuddled frustration
Bemoaned youth of 2000 had no GPS to guide their ways!
Satiated by their eventual arrival at accommodation
Sun setting on a scary first day, unwittingly touring
Seventeen suburbs of mayhem monstrosity Melbourne!
For: All In A Day Poem Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
27th August 2020
Stepping out into the collective,
My soul choosing the directive,
I selectively choose my way.
Letting my imagination play,
Straying thoughts catch my attention,
As more enter my dimension.
I see a reflection of ascension,
My body is feeling the tension,
Your intention my only impression.
As I dive into another lesson,
An energy expression session,
Consciousness intersections,
Set up for interventions.
As we venture into the unknown,
Growing together in time,
Our interaction climbs,
Intertwines,
A new twist to the vine.
Exchanging with the Divine,
Your energy is mixing with mine,
As I begin to find new emotions,
Different thoughts within my mind.
Standing behind my truth,
I let them all through,
Transmuting them too.
Giving you a better view,
Something you can hold on too,
To direct the stew of emotions,
Pouring from this ocean of energy,
The collective gets from me.
Journeys begin
Watch pulse of heart;
Intent conspires
Old Casuarina tree
By school compound;
Witness to history
Stormy morning
Thunder and lightning;
Moody weather lashing
My old school dome
Now a museum;
To cement yesterday
Book shop retreat
Between covers;
Too much to know
Tour agency desk
Brisk bookings;
Now here or somewhere?
Chinatown hotspot
People congregate;
Worship by shopping
Ancestral shrine
We commune here;
Our forebears await
Clogged intersections
Crossroad commentary;
Noisy traffic jam
Leon Enriquez
31 July 2014
Singapore