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Your memories perplex a confused mind.
A vast sea-like water spout erupts behind.
I morphed into what you were enduring.
We are once again being left in the wind.
Scars were tickled with scent of spring.
Tulip gardens and vivid hues are enchanting.
Hypnotic mind's remoteness is strange.
Using the ninth divine cloud, you lauding.
Dismal views would drive me strange.
I'd sing for the spirits of the carnage.
In my mind, the calm of today is gone.
Darken spots provide a unique phage.
Feeling in the heart as cold as scorn.
So, where is this mind going torn?
This is the mind's intrinsic norm.
Wherever darkness rules are born.
You can't discern truth from deform.
Yet, reality is a colorless transform.
Trust has been ripped and struck.
The only thing left is a bodily storm.
Sadness is the hallmark of the muck.
Left you with no clear plan of attack.
It's the saddest situation conceivable.
It is the master interface for all ruck.
Written: October 04, 2021
Lake Wollumboola is intermittent.
A coastal dune lagoon, enclosed by berm of sand.
Its basin a drowned creek-scoured depression.
This tiny lake is perched above high tide, vulnerable.
Its survival lies at the whim
of wind-blown and sea-thrown sand.
It's long term fate short-lived as its filling up
with sediment, weed, detritus and muck.
This little lagoon among the dunes
is mecca for migratory birds.
The curlew and buff-breasted sandpiper,
The long-toed stint, pied oyster catcher and little tern.
These vulnerable birds depend on the vulnerable lake.
They arrive on-cue from long-hall flights.
Alight and feeds in the shallows.
Mate, breed and lay eggs in vulnerable places
on the open beach and shore.
They squat on eggs and fledge their young,
and when the time comes, migrate back
with young yearling in tow,
to whence they came.
They book return migratory flights to
Lake Wollumboola each year,
hoping it survives vulnerable
for another year,
and hoping its time is not yet up.
Imagine! Is this fantasy or reality?
I brought a gang and stole everything from your house.
I mean all you ever worked for or owned.
After that, my gang goes on TV and lies about your good name.
Real.. vicious lies. No basis is reality.
Following that, I round up TV channels and plan to get you
permanently removed from your house.!
To be dragged out by if necessary is my goal.
To put to shame, the person whom I stole from.
Oh, but not only that. I want to be sure Americans will never
allow you to live in another house.
Hopefully, I plan to jail you permanently. Yes!Me!
The one who stole from you and destroyed you.
And I muck about in my saintly mask, destroying you
every minute of the day!
Aren't I Special? Hey, hey!
~~~~BIGGEST HEIST OF THE CENTURY~~~~
I deserve all I stole.
@Aware-niks here know what I mean.
@ The rest? No comment
1/12/2021
6pm PST
Who did they think they were? Very brave, very courageous.
Who were they to be so loud? Someone who's laugh was always contagious.
Who were they to dream so big? Someone who's mind held the stars.
Who were they to wonder with immensity? Someone who knew the world was all of ours.
Who were they to run and leap... And sing and dance and jump? They knew it was best to move, instead of staying stuck.
Who were they to feel deeply and explore? Someone who wanted to learn and experience, not run a muck.
Who were they to label them? The other one that is.
Who were the "the others" who commented their truth with confidence? Someone who was also once just a kid.
Who was searching for, learning and remembering who they are? Who's journey has taken twists and turns, who's felt close to themselves as well as afar.
Why were the fingers pointed, from them, the other and the other of the others?
Wouldn't it be easier to put them down and to smile, try to understand, maybe compliment and not stutter?
This world is big enough and diverse enough for every version and every type of them.
Whatever our colour, we could love each other... And in the process, learn to be our own friend.
Keep shining and growing, with all of your might... And if you catch yourself straying... Remember the real you is only out of sight...
Until you remember again and emerge again as you... Who's meant to be, a combination of fresh knowledge, some old parts and some new.
Oh, so human! To point fingers, when we are still learning ourselves... They are us, we are them and the other is also a Self.
"We are one," they remembered, as tears filled their eyes...
With happiness and understanding that "the other" was them in disguise.
A new adventure, a path or maybe a chapter not to enter... A part of them to learn or to not embrace in their centre.
Who do they think they are... To shine ever so bright? They are you, they are me and they are part of the light.
I have cheated my fears alright,
I have broken up with my doubts uptight,
I got engaged to my faith last night,
I married my dreams at the sight of first light.
I am not afraid to get up today,
I am not afraid to wake up to another day today,
I am not afraid to open my eyes today,
I am not afraid to climb out of bed today.
I see beyond and am not afraid any more,
I see beyond and am not afraid any more.
I am ready to face the world all alone,
I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone.
I am ready to say anything to anyone,
I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun.
I am ready to yell from mountain tops,
I am ready to dive from ravine drops.
I am ready to walk for a cause,
I am ready to run to protect environmental laws.
I am ready to understand tangled issues,
I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues.
I am ready to jump out from a moving truck,
I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck.
I am ready to be creative again,
I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain.
I am ready to sing my own songs,
I am ready to correct my own wrongs.
I am ready to throw a stone afar,
I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar.
I am ready to write notes about me,
I am ready to put them up for all to see.
I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley,
I am ready to pluck the fruits from the orchards of Sally.
I see beyond and am not afraid any more,
I see beyond and am not afraid any more.
School never taught me this:
As a mite upon the side of an angel,
Dawn in a place covered by
my hands across my face,
four pillars of goo goo muck,
and a cellophane chick riding
a llama with pink bow ties,
chasing a hurricane of black birds,
squeezing a heart-shaped sponge
in her putrid waters.
Morning cresting over NYC moans,
tender anima fingers thinner
than the cheapest french fries.
I slapped for spikenards telling lies,
between light and darkness is
the unbearable truth: why so many
parents perforate the skin of abandoned
sweet children. Forever. Wish I had more
(opportunity) like chances like embers
to burn these bones to leave nothing:
nor leafless flowers but splattered love.
It's a game exchanged inside multiverses
of fruitless labor for the human mind.
:: 05.24.2023 ::
Mother, I have seen, where the world has been...
Mother, I have I have seen it clean.
The dirt and muck,
Of those who monger war.
The broken arms of Justice,
In the realm of the nether and underworlds.
The Earth has broken, and monsters,
Have crept out of Her heart.
Fear and infamy,
Famine, greed and gluttony...
Mother, why are we good people made to suffer such?
Mother says,
Darling, I know, you are a little flower,
You came to this Earth to make it beautiful.
Now, you have grown a mind and can question,
Do you know, that this has such a power,
That the right question can mobilise a thousand people,
To action,
Against all that is not right and unjust.
This suffering, is the suffering of our land and people,
Infact, we are not the only ones who are suffering,
Our friends in other lands are suffering too...
Everyday, they take time out of their schedules to look up the news on us,
They pray for us,
They send us their love and protection.
They care for us,
They build up money and send to us.
Darling, not everyone is bad,
And a lot many people would say we are privileged,
You and I...
We don't have to face any atrocities of this Taliban,
Because your Dad is close to them.
That is it, Mummy,
I fear I have become an offspring of a vile, cruel man...
I wish to end his life so,
If not his then mine...
She said and cried,
Her mother held her in her arms and cried as well...
I was there when old Troy burned,
all the babies I dashed and hurled,
slayed Hector and Achilles,
made Priam scream in agony.
I was there at the Fall of Rome,
snuffed a light half the world had known,
slammer the door on the Classic Age,
with angry Goths storming in a rage.
Next I came for the Byzantines,
to put down that stubborn Roman dream,
emperor fell in the battle rough,
let loose the Ottomans on Europe.
You can’t get rid of me,
I‘m what you don’t want
but you know that you need.
Some things will always be,
but you hate, you hate, you hate
to be a part of me.
I strode tall at Yorktown’s field,
helped George Washington seal the deal,
Cornwallis for surrender begged,
clearing the road for freedom ahead.
I struck hard at Richmond’s line,
in the trenches, in the muck and grime,
until Lee fled from Petersburg’s route,
I hounded him and brought down the south.
I took the sword to the Nazis,
slaughtered Krauts there at Normandy,
took France with Patton’s tanks,
saved some Jews from monsters rank.
You can’t get rid of me,
I’m what you don’t want
but you sometimes need.
Some things will always be,
and you hate, you hate, you hate
To be a part of me.
But it’s your fate, your fate, your fate
To be the heart of me.
twenty one years ago
a great day I did know
you were born into this world
my little bundle of Joy
tiny little fingers and toes a tiny little boy
you grew up quite charming and quite handsome too
and there was choices you made that you didn't really want to do
but son always know that I always will Love you
money and matereal things are no importance to me
so please just be happy and be who you were meant to be
I will always help you if you get stuck
I'LL help you clean up if you fall in the muck
a mother will always do for her kids the best that she can do
no matter what you did I still love you.
if you need any help at all
just pick up that phone and give us a call.
I will always be there no matter what.
happy birthday Robert
Back to one
It weren't much fun
It cost too much
In time and such
It made me feel
This pain were real
I've had enough
Let go of this stuff
Flow and flux
Through ever-changing muck
Your freedom is here
Your strength will persevere.
Let loose from your weight
Drop all the pain and hate
Forgive yourself the shame
Of the lessons you had to claim
Understand in this mosaic
Most of it is archaic
Actions set in motion, far before our time
It is not necessary to carry all that blame.
Find the world again thru awe
Choose love and forgive all
Included is yourself
You made it through much hell
You've lived to stand again
Today be your own best friend
Prioritize yourself and
Make love your truth and wealth.