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C9 On The Run, I come from the Sun
back into the Sum of One, I Become
Dialed In, En Route to the Oort
Out the Loosh Into Greater, Denser, Absolutes
Into the Great Flame, I find the Center Truths
now I'm Questing, got me High on Ankhs and Infinitudes
a Total Resurrection
I Jettison towards Greater Intercessions,
by the 9th Power I Rise in Light
the Great Solar Crucifixion, I now Fly, Ever Of Life
Into Heavens Gates, I Just might Ignite these Plumages of Light
my Birth Right requires I Seek Heights
Seek, Surreal Eagle Flight, I let my Soul Fly
Full Speed in Hawk Sight
I Beam Bright in Laser Precision Flight
Thriving Off the Greater Mind, Fly High Be Thy Light Percussio
I Go, where Energy Flows, in Ever Infinite Flow
Down Inner Luminous Roads
In comes the Super Light Percussion, Light Strikes I've Mastered Thy Soul
Blazing Wyld Forever Forth
Forever North, Light Smites the Night, like a Wyld Horse
I can see Your eyes; up, that the sky surmise.
You are not hidden; sins are though forbidden.
I can't read Your mind; how much You are so kind!
You are far away; abundant grace and mercy we disobey.
Like Literature, You don't lie; so You never ever die.
In the midst of deceit; none is ever mistreat.
See an attribute of no man; You have of kindness to every human.
We don't want to be seen; strange to You is never our being.
Called long since birth; everyday short greatness lives in death.
What shall become of me; time surely when is here, will take everyone to Thee.
I may be unable; the hearts You touch are ever able.
You are the only spirit so true; helping us to cope in blue.
I may not have ability; leading spirit aids our capability.
You are the Spirit; one far of possible deficit.
Out of town crier's mouth; citizens know North different from South.
For everyone is choice; decision of who shall make him sad or rejoice.
In the light of healing; greatest power gets revealing.
When scrubbed in the blood; jettison is the deceitful flood...!
Once thought Jacob well; crazy bloody hell...
Far is our eyes from Your Name ; owing to the world pleasing fame.
Hold my breath in Your hand; from others beforehand!
Freeze the night of its fright; spark all nooks and crannies Thou Light!
Jug Your hands at my back; please the moments foaming to attack.
The trouble long foregone; be goner that is done!
The peace in teases get shun; should be enough to bring fun.
Post falls asleep must disobey; guts, the lord's decrees convey
Hire me as your friend; just do always help me to blend.
Err is of man in his wiseness; open remains our weakness, Your highness.
Something in You so daring; gets me weary of how I'm fairing.
Learn me to know; should I continue following Thy shadow?
What is the best technique; like of how You are never weak.
Should You grant me in a bit; forever will I be fit!
Sure, I will be so sorry; should I not be chary.
I am weak yet strong; whenever I think I'm right, I may be wrong.
In all I give thanks; restore my thanks' banks.
That Thy glory be for no one else ever; Yours truly shall appreciate Thee forever!
When I’m not tapped into a music stream.
I like quiet
no - let’s be exact,
I like silence
ear plugs in - deafening quiet
or better yet, noise cancelled anti-sound
That’s relatively new technology
My mom mentioned new studies suggest it may rewire things
gray matter wise, you know, behind the eyes
like the patterns sound forms in sand.
But if you’re going to scramble my mind
your going to have to wait in line behind
bland 21-year-old issues like:
sleep deprivation
hormonal fluctuations
romantic fog
case study competitions
business model design games (REALGAME)
deductive logic puzzles
irritability and mood swings
mental bandwidth anxiety
cognitive confusion
information overload
assignment stress
premenstrual syndrome
compulsive coping mechanisms
career anxiety
sexual frustration
multitasking shifts (schedule)
canon events (existential dilemmas)
culture shock (new environment)
feeling “scrambled”
family pressures
So, yeah. let’s fn Jettison headphone worries - MOM - shall we??!
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Right Now by The Creatures
A Girl In Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing) by Romeo Void
Your Turn to Run by Malaria!
OPEN APOLOGIES TO CHINA
My sincere apologies to the nation China.
Light Dawns when there's illumination, situations becomes clearer.
I have stained your flag,
Disdain your land and given you a tag:
"Populated poisonously polluted people",
Gradually the world begin to see the real evil.
Sorry for the woundable worrying words
Targeted at you but we know the odds.
Vocable virucidal venomous attacks
Your whole land has taken while on the tracks.
Here comes the time to jettison wrong accusation
That isn't validated by a misconception,
Especially when the four beasts bible prophesied begins to show up,
Wuhan being a testing ground for 5G and Corona is sad enough.
Let's hope for the prevailing of God's agenda.
Accept my sincere apologies China.
VickWizzy
Copyright © 13th April, 2020.
Where there is no doctor,
Take God your mentor.
But when religious gatherings remain closed,
Hope sits next to grace yet dumbfounded.
How Corona scatters!
FG rising to occasion so faster...
Where everyone is meant for indoor;
No manna from them-- to all downpour,
Yet they rough handle people for justice sake,
Claimed of protection but causing quake.
Like those protectors so genuine,
Leading technological progresses that ruin.
A country of daily economy.
How staying indoor for lives sake means autonomy!
The welfare is their first duty,
But no measure to stand its purity.
Like no one is ready to listen,
Though we used to have DEMO so glisten.
Where there is no justice,
Where disposal becomes tease,
Even Acropolis won't withstand the test of time,
When culture is caught unaware of modernism.
To pronounce ageless Amos prophet,
In deaf ears we pierced our advocate.
Where there is no health insurance,
Where there is no franchise,
Where there is no security,
Where health officers work without surety,
Earth is healing itself,
Why are we the virus elf?
Where there is no claim for right and wrong,
Where no one for himself is strong,
Lolz... where favoritism is based on merit,
Where there is no prejudice,
Where love live to outlast lust,
There ship shop sheep sharing sail with snakes.
Where courage is left alone with curse,
Where plans plant plunder in plenty,
There souls swim shedding tears sailing towards Hades,
And cage cast coast counting corona Cads.
Where virus vine van via version so velvety,
Raging rigorously in high rate; what cares should rouse?
Despite the pulsing pirouette of urban thresholds,
coruscating catalyst amid detachment,
of golden spoke carousel magnetism,
circle-shape swivel platform roundabout,
that spreads incipient wish fulfilment caper,
as townscape dweller devotee who revels,
in gargantuan silver tinged mineral rush,
of prodigious scoop simolean ascent,
whilst duty bound vociferation from the margins,
will enlist majestic magnanimity befitting,
one of fundamental fortunate flair such as I,
yet one’s habitat has been subject to gauche portrayal,
shelter from Olympic speed amorphous target setting,
where serenity in its multi form expression predominates,
as insidiously potent though urban zeitgeist is,
the off peak bonhomie provided by one’s abode,
must underpin a validating resonant counterfoil,
that lustrous seam jewel-embedded notion,
commonly referenced as unswerving loyal cabal,
though hybrid nuanced fusion on request,
is such an option for assiduous assimilation,
there is no hint or faint suggestion in the slightest,
that one should jettison endearing aspects of street esprit,
and the cataclysmic upsweep inherent in its brief,
the adrenalin so integral for buoyant enterprise,
deep equanimity and raucous daring should coexist,
and not a juxtaposed anathema that clashes,
they converge on several sprouting plots,
contrary to glib assumption blindly trending,
to be unflappable should not imply a bland persona,
effervescent office tumult wayfarer,
still quite the icon in yoga leaning domed quarter,
diffusing stored exuberance in feldspar chip backyard,
where gorgeous inlaid stream’s sunlit gurgle,
is that interfaced amalgam as companions,
from a myriad of disciplines beehive swarm,
to absorb one another’s acrobatic zest,
and synthesise its hub with meditation’s equilibrium,
mantra magic mediating mirthful mayhem,
yet inveigling a crimson ribbon of tranquilness,
to mingle with a whirlpool suction entropy,
in an atmospheric crucible of nonchalant ferment
Holly was the captain of TeamGB,
In 2016 at the European Champs,
In Grosseto in the centre of Italy,
Where she did rock with amps.
She collected a bronze medal,
To forward the team a bit more,
She suffers from Dwarfism’s dial,
And used to ride horses galore.
Her horse was injured, and,
No money in the kitty did mean,
A change to field events grand,
To discus and to shot put lean.
At the World events in Lyon,
Holly did well and came third,
In 2013 when she did jettison,
The discus 21.54m - the word.
Holly’s “ultimate goal,” her words,
Was Rio, and when she received,
The call, she just gave her cards:
“Are you sure?” - am I deceived??
Give it a title!
They say first love is always perfect
Even when you fall flat in the middle of the story
The last is always the dream we all fight to attain
I won't be your dream love
Neither will I be your love story
(I hate love titles, headings, sub-association and more)
I will melt your angry oaths with the rain
Although in your voyage, got struck by thunder,
Though they pollute your heart and trust
I will sanctify your love, once again with affection
If you're with me always and forever
Our first and last love story will be perfect.
The red rose bleeds in the pouring rain
And the white rose dies in the mounting storm
I will take away the white rose from you
Then destroy and trample the red
Though beautiful, they will never stand the test of time
I will evacuate and jettison your flowers
And give you a star; a shinning star.
For where does a flower bloom forever?
As long as you still breathe
You will always see my star in the sky -
An attestation that my love for you is forever!
In reminisce, all your yesterday's fantasy before you
But I'm the least precious treasure of them all
Because you had fancier rubbies than me
You might even want to think
"How the gold would rust in your life time,
Now what hope is there for the iron?
It's true trees are subject to the axe
But when the big iroko succumbs
To the first lash of a miserable merciless Cutlass
What omen is it leaving behind for the cassava tree?"
You wonder and ponder while lost in thought
But I hope these words of mine search and find you:
My love will remain cherubim and will grow grey for you
And wisdom will guide us both home
Because wisdom only grows old, it never dies!
My love for you is spirit and life.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2013.
Mind Paralysis
by Odin Roark
Perhaps our alter ego spider
Spacewalking the ceiling’s moonscape of popcorn paint
Will spew its silent tether,
Another lure to temp our frozen stupor,
Perhaps draw out our insomniac-demon
For a tasty make-believe meal.
Such are the psychic games we play
While inhaling one’s scented candle
Of cedar and pine,
Trusting insentience will abate,
Allow judgment to gavel peaceful silence,
And end this fiendish sanity-court’s entrapment.
How long must our stub of a pencil
Remain idle beside its razor blade shavings?
How this tool loves to goad our uninspired eyes
To prod fingers into raising its sharpened point
Springboard some words into fanciful flight
Around our brain’s spacious dark side
Discover its illumined side in passing
And jettison some meaning
Into unexplored mind-space.
How patient the spider and pencil--
Waiting out a perceptive being’s limbo state,
Anxious to extend their oneness of simple purpose
Into our complexity of will.
But—
They know not the screaming parrot
In our cage of discontent
Convincing us of imitation’s voice
Those uninspired words spoken many times
Remaining valid for the masses
Unexpected—
An open window’s breeze
Gives arc to innocence rappelling down
Its web in undulating rhythmic motion,
Tempting once again
The pencil to rise above
The crinkled bed
Of whittled preparation.
Perhaps tonight?
Sole (and soul) brother waves magic wand (poof)...,
and eldest sister absolved of guilt once and for all
Be happy don't worry
understood how thee feel sorry
for never defending me madam norry
(a real word meaning "woman of honor").
She (mine eldest sibling)
unfairly self burdened with blame
must jettison emotional baggage claim
forsooth (upon her person) pardon I exclaim
courtesy reasonable rhyme typed
within Macbook Pro
and linkedin Lenovo screen frame
now after LXII orbitz round the sun
able, willing and ready to relish game
of life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
Upbringing gifted me
with older kin named Amelie
Beth Harris (the - hyphen McGeehan)
hashtagged after she pledged troth
said first twixt Boyce and Harriet
donned mantle of protector
trumpeting forewarnings against bullies
lest they verbally and/or physically
assault puny socially withdrawn brother.
Later existence (mine) witnessed unbridled wrath
more'n half my lifetime, a long time ago
hurled at greased lightning speed at yours truly
dealt Matthew Scott Harris
one after another severe psychological blow
courtesy father and mother
caw zing pent up (internalized) rage,
they did viciously crow
and spew expletive laced ultimatums
one direction did flow
buzzfeeding an introverted boy
emotionally and physically he failed to grow
rarely did practice social graces
such as saying "hello"
even mirrored reflection ignored
hated to see his unsightly self
body morphology melded
courtesy anorexia nervosa
(thank dog absent bulimia)
apparent starvation know
body else understood -
odd... even years (née decades) later
I too feel totally clueless, and lo
and behold extremely angry mow
ping with purposelessness
at sabotaged existence (mine)
at upsetting family dynamics status quo
cause ducks never lined up in a row
aptitude to become sufficient unto myself quite slow
which found singular son (before marriage)
unable (NOT unwilling to work though
preference against shoveling sh*t
created toward mom and dad
(both apologetic before their deaths)
yet while livingsocial
triggered no end of woe.