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I find one way to lift my spirits when the news of the day makes me cry…
Is to find a comfortable spot where I can sit and watch people walking by.
It doesn’t seem to matter …the time of day…the place…
watching people walking by always puts a smile on my face.
I never know who’ll walk by…which means I’m often in for a surprise.
There’s a couple smiling at one another…I see love reflected in their eyes.
As I look around from where I’m sitting…my field of vision expands…
There’s an older couple walking arm in arm…
there’s a young couple holding hands.
There’s a family bunched together…with three little ones in tow…
and I smile thinking how that was Deborah and I…not so long ago.
I see a baby sleeping in her mothers arms…safe and warm and snug…
I see friends meeting up with other friends…they smile…wave…and hug.
I’m always amazed at this phenomenon…I mean why is it so often that…
a hug begins with a squeeze…and ends up with a pat.
I see strangers helping strangers…I see this ever day…
with only a smile and a thank you exchanged before they go their separate ways.
These are but a few examples I’ve pulled off of my shelf…
but don’t take my word for it…
go watch some people for yourself.
Yes, if you want your spirits lifted…
go out and watch people walking by…
You’ll witness so much joy and happiness…
why…it just might make you cry.
New friendship
Somebody, a lady came to me
And I go to her. Amazing voice
Diamond words, we will be friends
She is a linguist, a fantastic being
Oh, she is so far, distance
More than one thousand miles
I want to go, we will meet
We will meet, she understands my life
Oh, just my case, my problems block my way
My way? No, not. Our way. Two, but one way
I need this new way, I need her. She is great
Beautiful personality, and a magnetic voice. Great
Great. My heart says. I don’t want to die, I changed my mind
I want to give to someone my life. I don’t need my life
No, never more. Nevermore. I don’t need a similar
I will die. She needs someone. I put down my life
I want her. She has a heart. Little lady with a very big heart
Yes. That’s right. She called me. Her voice cured me
I felt a true soul. I felt a true heart. It will be love
New friendship. Romance. Love in my heart
Your eyes on me
Before my eyes, Nine Inch Nails are live;
I am alive when I hear the sounds they make.
In your eyes, I must be despised,
For not wanting to be the same as you and not having your tastes.
My eyes fixate;
Break up all that which came before.
Your eyes, take them away;
I do not wish to be seen by a person who has never hit the floor.
Knocked out, kept down, I drown in the misery of my own mind.
Picked up, put down, leave me alone!
I just want a way of my own to find.
Rail tracks, lead lives one way, to a place where I do not belong.
The right track I have never been on.
I could never follow in your footsteps,
When I know that everything you think is wrong!
I am beneath you in every way,
Apart from the heart that beats inside of me.
Mine is open to a change and my love is so real,
Whilst you are all about order and finding a way to make me kneel.
Nothing to trust inside your words;
Pictures lost within your dreams.
All the truth you see in visions of light,
To me are but a blur.
Inside your idea of peace, I sit and scream!
I can never write what you expect me to write.
I can never write what you would like to read.
I can never say the right thing at the right time, sigh,
Just to make you smile, because all you do is poison my heart
And all I want to do is leave!
Fly away to a beautiful place,
With a beautiful face,
On a beautiful day;
But this is just a dream.
I have no interest in your romantic movie ideology,
You had me at hello, so have yourself a nice day.
All I see are trees, without their leaves;
Snow upon a sun that has never shined down upon me.
A hopeless lack of sympathy…
A lack of anything.
Downward Spiral, out of control,
As my mind crashes down to kneel before her feet.
Feelings have been lost, because you took all of the love!
So now I stand here, on my spot!
Refusing to move towards the one who I wish I could.
Walk away again because I cannot be saved,
From my own way’s and my own grave.
My own pain is my only way,
To get me through the day,
So fade away from me…
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Repeated Rebellion
Shielded ventilation silently choke within
Vision fading blackouts around and around again
Captivity corrupted as greed fills the plate
The burning acidic desire for everything to hate
Vivid recollections splash across the head
Proud of the torture in a painful death bed
Fearlessly without remorse emotions are so weak
Truth is in all the lies if the answer is what you seek
Destined for damnation a one way ticket to Hell
History repeats in cycles as all of the world rebels
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M - My confidence level is neutral in this dilemma I’m in and pride or arrogance or narcissism isn’t in my stride one bit one way or another — thanks for asking (or not LMFAO) — or abiding by my side, basking in a colliding, chaotic commotion…sorry, Father of fantabulous fearlessness, if I am ever doubtful, fearful, uncertain, confusing poetically or bitter emotionally…I must be meek and not think highly of me foolishly
E - Extremely gifted and skillful child I am (however, according to some others, but most importantly) in God’s eyes; additionally, handsome hurts in my skin (cuz God has given me the good books instead of looks and a rather chubby-skinny body tremendously but more to love I guess LOL)…cuz I’m far from flawless in the outside, but I’m a fruit of fervent faith on the inside…go into my shoes of unique Adrenalin…endure eternally and persistence is key (or lack thereof), oh you so-called empathetic human being…I beg to differ actually TBH…SMH…
E - End endless #haters and begin unconditional #lovers, oh Lord of Accord — that, I can’t deny with a sensitive mind and heart…nor His loving Truth I can’t hide…my compassionate spirits of solace hasn’t dried or hasn’t been torn apart…nor am I living a remarkably substantial lie anymore
K - Kid’s karaoke kite, kayaking the rivers of my soul and my spirit of lows and highs is up there in the air till this day or night or whatever the hell it is (I don’t mind at all honestly…hiking this hill of legendary, heroic, benevolent, noble and honorable bliss)…….(God has heard me completely in my ardent prayers and I will eventually stand tall)…humility, modesty and meekness is far better than despair from within (and clouding my catastrophic captivity of envy in the process of it all) that has died forevermore — give God a call and ask and you will receive and weave radiant, resonating remedies of relief from grief…I must still love my enemies and neighbors to the core…although I cussed them out a trillion times already mentally…kindhearted clearly all the more regardless, though change is a challenging chore — chaos ceases and strife is sifted out entirely…
In the twilight's fading whisper, a solitary road unfurls,
A path unwinding, shrouded in mystery, where love and loss entwine like vines around the heart.
One way, no escorts, no turning back, no gentle hands to hold,
Just the echoes of memories, a lonely heartbeat, and the silence that remains.
It takes us unawares, this thief of moments, this reaper of dreams,
No warnings, no farewells, just the sudden jolt, the severed thread,
A pain that shatters, like the first cry of birth, yet infinitely more profound,
For in its depths lies the abyss of nevermore, a chasm that swallows hope.
No calendars mark its arrival, no clocks foretell its knock,
A stealthy intruder, claiming all, heedless of wealth or station, rank or name.
Rich and poor, it levels all, a universal reckoning,
Leaving naught but echoes, whispers of what once was, what could have been.
The severance is brutal, the grief a crushing weight,
The not knowing, the unseeing, the unheard heartbeat of a loved one's face,
The messages unsent, the words unspoken, the love unshared,
The communication severed, like a lifeline snapped, leaving only desolation.
When body and soul disengage, what remains?
A fleeting shadow, a wais coat left behind,
Questions swirl, a maelstrom of anguish, "Why? When? How?"
Yet the answers lie beyond the clouds, in realms unseen, unknowable.
In this life, we walk the edge of shadows, precarious, fragile,
Each breath a gift, each moment a treasure, though we seldom see.
And when the thread unravels, and our time is done,
May the love we shared, the memories we forged, be the solace that remains, the light that guides us home.
If only life dares us new heights to scale,
Joy and thrill of adventures, not of rest,
Conquest of crests that feels like Everest,
Life lived like cut off kites that freely sail.
There’s thrill in a risk-starved scare-less soft ride,
Nor joy in scaling a tiny hillock,
In a high-sea drama rehearsed on dock,
Romance, nor wanderlust O with a guide.
Comes seafarers’ thrill in confronting life,
In braving woes as if they’re a tame bull,
Only he lives that lives life brimming full,
He that sails through hanging on stormy strife,
Not one way wary of his wobbling breath,
He, hardly does live, dies a dismal death.
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Crown of sonnets | 01.01.2008 | life, adventure
Note: Time comes when one reflects on the life lived in the past, and wonders what if he had lived it another way. Man tends to secure a cocooned life made safer if not sure, devoid of risk and rough ride after dreaming for challenges in youth. Yet again he's left thinking about the rare joys of life missed out—if only ‘I had taken the road less trodden’! But… alas, it’s too late.
Part 2 of this poem follows.
I wake up in a bath of sweat
I am late starting my journey
Weightless clothes hide my being
Protect the skin from reality, my reality
The garage door shuts up in a rearview mirror
There is nothing else but emptiness
The rose bushes prune themselves
For an artificial Californian winter
Dislocated trees pretend to whither genetically
Along the street I slide encapsulated in soundproof
I ride in a bath of distorted forms
Cannot figure out why the street ends up in stairs
I merge in an one-way freeway with ends of marine layers
Curious eyes greet somber, slow and mute police lights
I am finally free to fly and collapse in the Pacific
Slapped by wreaths with my name in purple
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A three year old with ash blonde hair jumps up her beach towel
She runs towards the ocean in an excited déjà vu
I grab me with my two little hands and smile at my regenerated youth
An obsessive dream re-occurring - our street ending up in stairs…
Again and again…
M-orn fifteenth of January
A-fter the dark night ends;
R-ainy evening has turned
I-nto a new dawn, that brightens.
A-im for the twilight to fade
T-ill the cold chill fades away;
E-ase your mind with warm wish,
S-oothe your heart with words I say.
S-ending these good greetings to you
I-s one way to make you glad;
L-etters between phrase and verse come from my pen and my pad.
G-reat event to rejoice for
U-ntil the moon comes up;
C-elebrate throughout the night,
E-ven till the morrow's dewdrop.
L-et the joy be in full blast, enjoying from start to finish;
A-im and hope for pure delight and let the shadows of doubt vanish
To deny our own histories
and herstories of truth,
loyalty to sacred integrity of our internal natural
and external spiritual
sacred climates of loving healthy love
with hating pathologically competitive hatreds.
Restorative healing grace
invites economies of polyculturing love
and these are not to become confused with
retributive justice politics
of dualistic injustices and war-
and hate-mongering.
Imagine growing up in a world
where Jesus taught you must grow up into mature polysexuality
and this was accepted and presumably experienced as true
by all you loved and trusted
except you,
hopelessly heterosexual only.
We would sing
"Onward Christian Soldiers
marching off to war..."
and you would worry
how you might possibly stay under range
of our automatic rifle fire.
That is the harm you have brought to me
through not believing in the nonduality of Earth's Matriarchal Nature
and God's Holy Spirit
as per the literal nature-spirit teachings
and parables of JesusChrist.
And this is the retributive monotheistic harm
you have brought into this Nation's sacred patriotic commitment
to protect and conserve grace-arrayed beauty and health
of this Mother Land
and all of Earth's sacred interdependent multicultures
of internal
and for external
climates of health
through less competitive dualistic pathologies.
All are invited to restore justice and peace
to turn away from OldSchool retributive injustice
and not-so-divinely inspired violence,
to vocations of healing
and not for judgments against others,
as if any one way of becoming
were not replete with multiculturing truth
and polypathic nondual sacred loves.
Imagine you were born into a RedState
where only you could see in full color,
but you have read experiences of GreenStates
in full polycultural glory.
Would you believe God is calling you
to punish all those who could only see in black and white?
Or inviting you to restore your RedState
to GreenState Traditional Arrays of Grace?