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Chalkboard solitude eats at my mind
My fingers leave scars in the written words
And behind me a herd of sheep cries out
As the remaining words run red
And blood drizzles down the board
My thoughts were abhorred
But my actions were lauded
What a twisted juxtaposition
Mindlessness is a cancer
So critical of every flawed detail
But envious of others despite their ineptitude
And fire could burst from my fingertips
You'd never know it from all the silence
And when I finally turn around
What a surprise it is
To find me alone in the white walled room
Dreaming of yesteryear
But there's paint chipping on the wall
And I dig away at it
And behind the whiteness of the walls
Is a mold that runs deep
That's been festering for over a decade
These white walls are merely a facade
For an ugly truth buried beneath
That bequeaths me with sorrow
And when I turn back around
The chalkboard remains
Without any words
I do love you all
on an equal scale,
I'm ready to tell another beautiful tale;
many times before,
I held it inside and hesitated to call...
too afraid to share!
These words area hard to say with thrill,
I wasn't given love and felt cheated by life;
I'm changing all that with a stronger will,
who can bribe fate and not pay the prize?
I'm certain that some of you may ask,
how I do love you all on an equal scale;
did one understand my long silence,
or how I showed affection trough a mask?
Take a better look at me, feel empathy,
I do love you all on equal scale,
gather around me, I'm shouting an apology;
all feelings were lost in a big bale
of paper only written down, never whispered!
I do love you all on an equal scale:
don't ask yourself how I suffered and bled!
I do love you all
in an equal scale,
forget my mindlessness,
I'll make up for my loss;
I do love you all
on a equal scale!
The appearance of gentleness
shows many gracious ways
and this image of godly meekness
is being totally true to oneself;
it can't be stirred by rage,
or even irrational revenge:
indignation is an unthinkable bluff!
Do nobles often embrace folly?
Be it envy, betrail or debauchery,
they all fall into the pit of misery;
someone belonging to their bloodline got clever
and invented the trick of alchemy...
he imagined one sleeping when he was dead:
the transformation was grandly achieved,
the Veiled Christ was a showcase of grandeur!
Sculptors with chisels and hammers
create faces that are realistically divine;
they embody their own spirit on those faces
with expressions that exceed human beauty:
more than paintings they exude emotions.
Novelists write stories, poets write poems;
who hasn't memorized a specific line
written with cleverness and simplicity?
Are we engaged more in remote interaction
than in human emotions that spread affection?
Do we forget to give a hug in our rush for success
heading to a destination where dialogue is about affairs,
not realizing that we are trading our happiness,
for wealth, our temptation for holiness;
and all the permissive actions that transgress?
Do we see an end to obsessive and unyielding greediness?
Can we ignore the voice of irreversible trust,
and allow deafness to define our worthiness
turned into mindlessness not connected to emotions?
Never expect to be compensated by lust:
it's not a guaranteed way to feel good without resentment:
can we achieve glory without the virtue of our passions?
The Almighty has created me an angel.
The mindlessness in me has changed me a devil.
When I have a beautifully sensitive nose,
Why am I unable to smell a fragrant rose?
My sense of taste has been, preciously marvelous.
I have marvelously turned it highly tasteless.
How my sober, secure, sure sense of soulful sight,
Has turned into dull, dark, dim, dreary deadly light?
My hearing sense seems sound, and sensitively sharp,
Why am I not able to hear my own sharp harp?
Though thousands fall on me like heavy human rocks,
I don't feel their touch or even the rocking knocks.
My mind has, alas, gone very far-far from me,
It has gone beyond control like a drunken monkey.
If I could mindfully sit the morning moment
Meditating the beauty of God's covenant...
If I could eat my food savoring every taste,
Tasting and relishing and knowing every waste...
If I could watch the birds and hear the flowers bloom,
And be one with hard-working honey bees and plume...
If I calm my mind and completely concentrate,
Relaxing and light like saints within levitate...
If I owing my compassion fraternal love,
Make someone feel the compassion of God above...
If I am an innocent immaculate child,
And thus my soul always in purity abide...
If I could feel the feeling when I plant a tree,
The true feeling-full feeling of planting me...
If I could create things than merely copying,
Partake in God's continued act of creating...
If I could manually work hard and sweat well,
Keep healthy and hearty my every little cell...
It's then the mindfulness will make its home in me,
And in that home, God of love will abide with me.
12 June 2021
MINDFULNESS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
(“July 7 Hot and Blue”, 2024, original encaustic)
I like mowing the arboretum
Because it’s relaxing
And the reason for that
Is because it’s mindless.
There are other mindless activities
Such as walking on the beach,
Fishing under an open sky,
Or playing with pets and small children.
But mowing the arboretum for me
Is especially mind-less
Because it’s a randomly planted plot of land
Which means it can only be randomly mowed.
Only an acre, still it takes a couple of hours to mow,
And often I begin with dread, because
I have forgotten how good it feels
To let my mind wander into mindlessness.
In our hearts we know mindlessness is good for us,
And that’s because being obsessively mindful
Is the same as being a prisoner, or better yet a slave,
Within and to our own mind.
Mindfulness is well and good for a variety of tasks,
I certainly want my surgeon being mindful,
But it’s simply a means to an end, and that end,
The ultimate space of a free mind, is mind less.
(4/17/26)
Jim is an athletic kid, and this six-feet tall
boy is motivated and loves to play basketball;
other boys who engage in teens politics
often skip gym classes and listen to rap songs.
Jim is bullied, punched and knocked down,
but always manages to get up and go on;
he gives them a threatening look they fear,
and while envy stirs them, his buddies cheer.
Jim's classmates come around and grab his cap,
he shouts, " Sit there and watch the game,
learn something, be men and stop this crap!"
They show no mindlessness and feel no shame.
They yell back, " Hey, Jim, you can't be LeBron James!
You are so skinny and pale, your ears are way too big!
Drop that bouncing ball and have fun with us chums,
we can start a cool talk: we're the dudes you'll surely dig!"
Written on 4/19/2017
We were visiting good old Niagara Falls, the most beautiful place on earth. With its waterfall cadences and fresh lit sun, who could ask for anything more. Hand in hand we strolled together wearing summer sandals light as air. We talked and spoke of days to come, how we'd make a family together some day.
Lovers in love
two linen gloves
fitted just right
There were acrobats, jugglers on tightropes, and children rippling the air with their tinkling laughter. Together we aimed at little yellow ducks and won the grand prize. Hugging Mrs. Jewel Bug, we walked away kissing beneath a bluest sky dappled with cotton candy clouds and morning sighs. Since we stayed longer than expected, we stopped by a little Cafe and drank frothy cappuccinos to our hearts content.
full-fledged memories
golden colored hours
days gone by
Those were the days of impulsive escapades, endless surprises and pleasant up-comings. Moments of mindlessness existence in a lifetime yet to be unspun. Today the mortgage is paid and the children left home. My favorite juggler is in heaven waiting for an old tattered Jewel bear and a swollen gal with a heart pliable as ghee. I smile at the thought that one day I will join him. We'll drink foamy coffees and watch the trapeze artists spin, swing and fly. They will hang off ropes made of stars and moonbeams, just like us.
Every soul on the planet knows that people are senseless.
You'd think we'd wise up some over time.
Time and time again people focus on being devious.
Is the way they play their way of being real? People
Who really try to make a difference sometimes spill
Their kindness on arid land when what it really needs is a flood.
And I've tried to provide a flood
Of kindness and love and values, but to them, it's so senseless
And pointless that I'd much rather spill
It on someone who'd give me the time
Of day and actually appreciate what other people
Don't even stop to consider because they're too busy deviating.
From what I've seen, all people know is how to be deviant.
They want to be the ones to unleash the beast, bring the flood
Of deception and drown the truly honest people
Who care enough to even reach out a hand to those senseless
And lost souls. I've lost many a wink and spent many a night time
Thinking of a way to save my blood from being the next to spill.
But I am not the only good-blooded one who posses what they wish to spill.
I am not the only one trying to out-deviate the deviants.
I know someone who, despite the lies she is told all the time,
And despite the pseudo-amorous atmosphere, sees the real flood
Of bull droppings thrown her way. She can see through the senseless
People's transparent lies. She will go farther that most of those people.
It is a skill to be able to feel my spiel about most people
And their mindlessness. I hope I'm not around when they spill
Their mind and speak their hearts and rant and rave in their senseless
Talk. They think they make sense but in their quest to deviate,
They unplug the faucet of all that's bad. They cause the flood
That ruins those who want to bless the world with their time.
I wish someone would bless me with their time.
What do we have to do to rid the world of senseless people?
Shall we pray for another flood?
Or should we take it upon ourselves to spill
The guilty blood? I'm tired of all these people and their deviousness
Who take pride in being senseless.
I, for my part, will not waste my precious gift. I will not spill
My knowledge upon deaf ears and closed hearts and devious
Minds. Because that, my dear reader, would truly be senseless.
But alas; sometimes I think we've lost our way-
too many strayed opinions...one too many a survey.
Walking on the road ahead, just following the herd of sheep-
with a hypnotised mind, wide awake yet very fast asleep.
While yelling...join the team of the future progressiveness-
but if you don`t your old fashion, head full of mindlessness.
The enchanting light, a blinding fantasy world-
is a place where viewpoints, twisted and whirled.
The lights words spoken from an over opinionated mind-
but it is taken as the whole truth for one, and all of mankind.
Their flags are waved high, as they scream and chant=
to join with this new order of things, many just can`t.
It`s a path they want us to heavily tread-
but it`s a needle many, don`t want to thread.
With all our differences we live in a blended pot-
so to boil it too fast...we risk spoiling the lot.
The older generation think it's a movement like a hypnotising cult-
and their minds have been struck down by a thunderous lightning bolt.
The generation of now say "your way too old to understand, Mr Boomer"-
but the boomers say "your so out of touch, with no sense of humour.
A slice of the milky moon
Sits silent on a clear, calm night
So quiet it feels almost colorless
A rising breath of shadows on faith
Filling the dusky hush with inspiration
Grace that lifts souls to new heights
Replaces darkness with reassurance
And ignites the fires of dancing promises
Breaking through the nocturnal wars
Of melancholy and dread, furious black!
Stars shimmer, lighting up the sky
With a moving touch from the soundless
Rush of stardust and whispering giggles
Bound up in laughter so alive, so thrilling
Echoing through the ebony waves, intimately
Foretelling of the hope that brings awake
Seas of cool, clear waters – second chances
To listen to the heart and follow its behaviors
With a kiss to the wind, blowing across hills
Wishing on the stars, insights so alive
Night breaks through the thoughts
In dreams that color thoughts in hues
Of passion and purity, penetrating peace
Glowing through the solar system’s edge
Lasting longer than the few hours of blackness
Growing fiery and fated to find truths
Beyond the sensations of a new dawn
Lighting up the sky with a brilliant sun
Who knows that this night has not won
We still feel the flow of ancient dreams
Laughing beyond the limits of the lunar
Reveries who blast through imaginations
With wistful wishes and wonders – falling
Across spirits – breathing sensations
Of life across the shadows of night
Blowing beauty across the heavenly scene
Inspiration through those who believe
Darkness balances the light of day
And caresses the soul with a respite
A relief from the daily exertion and efforts
A place where mindlessness can ease pains
A slice of silvery moon lights the night
With a breather from days so exciting
A brilliance to color us in hues of gentle
Caressing the mind with thoughts so tender
Awakening hearts and souls to renewed hope
Bound up in threads of sincerity and love!