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Wide are eyes that weep in silence.
My spirit stolen, my opinion veiled,
fettered harmony at hand…
Wide are eyes that weep in silence.
Character stolen
My will the same,
Peace gained without comment,
Logic eludes rationale.
Chained as I am,
Shackled in time,
My feelings oblique,
More than one I am.
Fault given
Quickly I realize,
Chained, you are too.
Chained you are.
To your goodness
To your God,
Chained, and you are glorious,
Chained, you are sublime.
Living out of the ordinary
Shrouded in righteousness,
You judge…
You see…
Parting only by promise
Committed am I,
Only then will my chains unbend…
Wide are eyes that weep in silence.
In realms unseen, where thoughts entwine,
Resides a world, unique and kind.
A spectrum vast, where colors gleam,
Autism's tapestry, a vibrant theme.
In minds untamed, a symphony plays,
A different rhythm, a wondrous maze.
Perception's prism, kaleidoscope bright,
Autistic souls embrace the light.
With heightened senses, they explore,
A sensory symphony they adore.
Whispers loud, textures sing,
Each sensation, a vibrant thing.
They see the world through intricate eyes,
Where patterns dance, and beauty lies.
Connections formed in intricate ways,
The puzzle pieces their minds embrace.
For logic reigns in every thought,
Precision sought, battles fought.
Details noticed, in every glance,
A thirst for knowledge, a lifelong dance.
In solitude, they find solace sweet,
In solitude, their minds retreat.
A sanctuary, where thoughts can flow,
Unraveling mysteries, they proudly know.
With passions fierce, they find their call,
An endless journey, they stand tall.
From art to science, their minds create,
Innovation blooms, no boundaries to abate.
Communication's dance may pose a test,
Words elude, but hearts express.
Through gestures, signs, and gentle touch,
Their language formed, their souls find clutch.
Understanding them, an open door,
To bridges built, forevermore.
A world of empathy, love, and grace,
Where acceptance shines, no judgment's trace.
Autism's gift, a different view,
A celebration, both old and new.
For in their minds, the seeds are sown,
Of endless possibilities yet unknown.
So let us cherish their boundless minds,
Embrace the beauty that in them resides.
For in diversity, our strength is found,
A tapestry of minds, forever bound.
Conditioned to believe in this or that
Caste, colour and creed determines response
Narrow views and specious logic fall flat
Before the monk, who joy pulse does ensconce
In all honesty, have we felt within
Ignition renewal continual
As bliss bubbles thus burst upon our skin
Viewing each life breath as God’s miracle
Do we reside in thought rested silence
Awareness self-aware equanimous
Are we in resonance with innocence
Throbbing of bliss current continuous
Save choosing cessation there is no way
As long as we look outwards, heart will sway
24-November-2021
Behind the ambiguity, the cloaking metaphor,
the language used is indecent,
it sets bear traps, leers at logic,
claps ears.
Poetry drives a train through heaven and hell,
box cars swaying behind
full of
rowdy, rouged delinquents.
Some have mothers who weep for them,
some were born from mud wombs
as wild as unbranded cattle.
A poem may well bury its dead alive
in front of our eyes,
recite a lullaby backwards,
then plant sweet nothings
over the heaped earth.
Lines of linguistic train wrecks
crash their coupled words
into snowy fields,
then out will come the scatological oaths,
the unglued bawdy survivors
of their own gypsy jargon.
Here’s the sleight of hand,
here’s the real indecency -
we are gulled into assuming
we hear only the shy murmurs
of a deeply respectable muse
dressed up in its Sunday best.
Written: August 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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They showed without trumpets,
but with teeth—
Four shadows galloping through
the marrow of time.
One wore famine such as a crown,
another cloaked in fire’s deceit.
The third preached war
in the brother’s tongue,
and the fourth laughed
as the stars forgot their names.
The wheel spun—
not to teach,
but to tremble,
Dharma cracked beneath the weight
of poisoned promises
We raised shrines from
the threads of logic,
We offered them our views
and named it veridically raw.
Yet in some distant spot,
A silver surfer glides through
the endless expanse
carrying no blade,
Just a memory— a soft whisper
of who we once were,
Here the shadows fell
laid claim to our light.
I often wonder moon
if you sing tunes ~
have you ever sung one for me?
Knowing the lyrics in your grab,
I surely believe that you have.
Your visage glimmers promise
whispers of life's fulfillments.
From your big screen, mystical notes
float sparkled excites down to me.
Mostly, like moonshine,
your moonglow
inebriates my full heart and lulls me
to an imaginative design.
Your brilliance persuades smiles to widen
or turn frightened that your yeses might
be hope caresses falsely styled.
Often, your quasar orb tilts
towards
feels so soft they surpass optimistic
and my logic runs off.
Your gleam was long ago deemed
a radiant obtuse muse, lighting
the globe’s hold of dreams.
Your otherness role is man’s gift.
You know all why’s comprising our lives;
we just need to know how to lift our eyes
towards God’s sky.
"The Spirit of Ecstasy"
In seven days
she is brought to life
She will last for eternity
never a wife
Keeper of Secrets
Wings to fly
Speed to burn
beating hearts under
blue eggshell sky
and stormy weather
bringer of dreams
purring along loudly
underneath her
he sings
metal heart pumping
ego and pride led
underneath his pistons whip
along wet roads wild and spent
Wings of Freedom
to break a man before he goes
with all sorts of fancies in his head
semblance of logic absent
hormone bred
Silver Lady on parade
taken to bed
he waits inside his racing frame
The door will open and close
she’s led away
He dreams he’s in control
Cheshire Cat grin
King for a Day
On his bonnet
she sits smiling, she knows
- she's got the wings -
eyes open wide
she let's him win
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPlOzJGQoKY
http://www.dailyartmagazine.com/story-of-the-spirit-of-ecstasy/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spirit_of_Ecstasy
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eleanor_Thornton
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_a5JjxEj3c
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/phantasmagoria_blues_(chapter_1)_1270
https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/5074/
CHAOS IN MY HEART
Chaos can emerge in an unsettled brain
But also in the heart, as I know too well
Surrendering rhythm and a regular beat
A place where thought and feelings meet
To realise that peace can no longer dwell
Like scraping across rough wooden grain
Any constant patterns are now disturbed
It is as if a sort of troubled anarchy rules
With violence breaking out at the border
A state in which it is embracing disorder
As if it were governed by a ship of fools
Without any plan how it may be curbed
A condition, but one can trace the cause
All logic having failed, no clarity remains
Or from where, any solution might come
It’s one more identified case of Zero sum
As it’s what one side loses, another gains
Yet it’s always designed to give one pause
Watching this new sabbath begin,
darkness born of dusk,
dawn birthed by night,
I wonder about comparisons
between everyday logic
and systems restoring thinking,
feeling primal relationship
between verbal analogic
and nonverbal spacetime metaphor,
4D revolving EarthMaps,
seasonal/fractal missions
all designed for deep healing
Sabbath therapy
between linear cause-effect sequential history
and resonant/dissonant
resilient/unstable loops of regenerative/degenerative
solar systemic recycling causes
with Her antecedent birthing effects
becoming future's further causes.
Logic collapses past and future health dynamics
into static unchanging inside v outside
and non-temporal non-contextualized either/or relationships
of verbal thought
about smaller and larger sets
growing and shrinking,
removed from nonverbal feelings,
health/diseased sensations,
notice,
appreciation/depreciation,
Awareness
of win/win analogical ecological metaphor
of active hope
for healthy inside-outside climate resonance,
both ego-
and eco-therapeutic
Resilience for all Earth's ego-smaller
and eco-larger systems,
left and right
west and east
north and south
interdependently dipolar hemispheric.
This ecosystemic health context
intuitively feels
and rationally believes
our larger ego-harmonic sabbath narrative,
sunny day of non-tragic history,
positive energy enculturation
remains sadly untouched
by autonomous left-hemisphere verbal logic,
either cause
or effect,
disembodied linear analogic,
metrically decontextualized absence of warm/cold ecologic
without polypathic/polyphonic metaphors
reborn of sabbath theologic,
Everyday left-hemisphere verbal language
without right-hemisphere curious and courageously felt listening
CoPassion
toward healthy
ecotherapeutic
systemic memories
restoring wealthy egologic
more polyculturally regenerative
during days and nights of rest,
WinYin cooperative
strategically thought and organically felt
resilient and resonant
Future Integral HealthSabbath Systems,
Restoring cloudless blue-sky sabbath mornings,
predicting yet another day
of leisurely here is now,
space is bilaterally measured time
is distance from sabbath zero-zone bliss
dipolar co-arising.
In this world there exists little that's rare,
Thoughts born eons ere with bare roots survive,
Whose vestiges from life to life souls bear,
The gross gets graved, the subtle re-arrive.
On wondrous ways of mind we get beguiled,
Which when inventing eureka point spells,
It scans from copious points piled and compiled,
That with our mundane logic never gels.
Since cosmic egg ought be oval or round,
Things must return to where it started ere,
In a cosmic flight infinity bound,
The vast and void the same one spot doth share.
Man seems to be the child of his old chime,
He sings his song with same refrain, same rhyme.
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The soul carries subtle impressions of life through death to new birth. We know, when we pursue an idea with all heart and soul, universal energy seems to help us. Man continues with his unfinished journey birth to birth. In a way pursues the same task, same ideas. And hence there is no new song.
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