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Keep winning
with your same old competitive ********,
said the life coach,
To avoid future losses.
What are the key capital investment opportunities,
asked the financial coach,
That keep Business As Competitively Usual
building larger homes,
expanding sacred cathedrals,
triumphing Win-or-Lose public servants
calculating democratic divestment of losers?
Watch out for competing over-investment
in ostensibly cooperative purposes,
trusts,
concerns,
collective incorporations for good,
warned the occupier coach,
growing life for mutual love empowerment,
bilateral and multilateral winning health,
wealth,
wellness,
happiness,
welfare of all residents
Whether by "birthright"
or whether by birthwrong need
of a more liberally safe and free sacred space
to live cooperative love
without fear of RightWing ballistic incursions,
rape,
plunder,
abuse,
neglect
Health of truth and beauty winning
robust multicultural love
restoring ecotherapeutic justice.
All residents win through mutually occupying health care
giving
and receiving
and communicating nutritional wealth
with more cooperative communion intent
revolting against WinLose
unto LoseLose anti-rapturous devolutionary assumptions,
bad faith,
lack of hope,
where we would instead grow love,
karmic expectation,
positive psychology incarnation,
ecological and theological correlational relationship.
RightWing coaches and technicians:
Please conservatively challenge assumptions
that healthy engines of capital green success
should
would
or even logically could
unilaterally assume continued growth
of future wealthy
life-systemic successes.
Relentless continued growth
within a living,
breathing,
heart-beating organism,
society,
culture,
nation
we usually discover as rabidly cancerous
once we become mature adult mindbody systems
of natural healthy Spirit
and/or wealthy spiritually balancing NatureBodies
Said the occupy healthy life coach.
‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
I have not one plough and no shares in the market
Insomnia has taken over my nights the rest is illusion
Ambitions are exhausted and hope has no yearning
Freedom dangles on the rope of puppet-less strings
Vacuum reflects an echo of silent ear bursting rasping
Dissonance oozes from cacophony’s apathetic rattle
The heavy clanger of other’s fraudulent forge melts disowned blood
Into ice in my veins as a purulent mind oozes vile battles' cries
Muted by trench feet scraping bottomless mind-fields and apathy
‘Pull yourself out of catatonia’s core-less pits’
But there is no kernel of truth and fruits of desire have rotted
To the acrid stench of a Self carefully lost on broken branches
Snapped composure looms over a well-trodden treacherous path
Carved into an involuntary hermit’s cave by a cliff edged road side
It is grave in the cavern in which vacant vagrants jumble their bones
Disconnect their last possession and wilfully trade skulls and bones
‘This too shall pass and so many others have been stuck in the rot’
And yet suffocation in some muddy sludge is sinking
Slowly and excruciatingly tempting to join forces of evil
A dark rusty anchor floats high on the unreachable ceiling
Time I have endless measures of but the world is upside down
I am out of the picture that has faded memories for the future
Dislodged and dismembered I am a powerful union of nothing
‘Change your perspective and find solace where it is hidden’
So he who is I from the distance finally lets go of unwarranted grip
Descends as far from the surface as possible beyond expectations
And finds footing of the shackles where the ploughshare should be
The spikes pierce my soles and my soul ostensibly drowned in sorrow
At least there is pain and some place in between scars to feel emotions
That tentatively nurture rescue apparently beyond impossible salvation
‘Your advice seemed hollow but there is some loving space left inside my shell’
29th November 2019
Political correctness
Sometimes goes a bit too far,
For certain things should be accepted
Just the way they are.
The controversy swirling now
About a certain song
Recorded many years ago
Appears, to me, just wrong.
The lyrics, in the "Me too" glare
May seem like they do prove
A woman's being pressured
By a man who's on the move.
She claims she has to leave
And he convinces her to stay
Ostensibly for sex, though
It's not black and white, but gray.
In 1944 the words
Were funny, cute and flirty
But underneath a microscope
They're creepy, even dirty.
There's so much we can focus on
Within the "Me too" zone
That when it comes to classic songs,
They should be left alone.
A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
Another hand empathizes--
touching, impulsively putting one's heart unto wounds, alleviating pain
enfolding memories into paper, ostensibly vigilant
Unborn dreams awaiting fruition.
empty streets, impacted pieces: occupied lives, unwavering spirits
Arighting the entropy--
"Not Impossible!" Heaves Obstacled Nation -- Untiring, Persevering!
A lone emboldened seed is planted, objectifying hope,
ushering life amidst rubble,
engaging tenacity inherently within overburdened, yet undauntable voices
Ardently surging, emerging from insidious waves of chaos,
ultimately touching azure
Time effortlessly moves, insensitive to ordeals
nonetheless, undoubtedly healing...
As wings echo distantly, irradiated winds oscillate
blush unfurling light...
Arise, Sun! Embrace the illuminated blossom. Orbit Love's universe.
0330040203042013
11th March 2011
**It has been two years since Japan encountered
such a devastating triple tragedy
of the earthquake in Tohoku, tsunami and
the Fukushima nuclear plant disaster...
They are still slowly picking up the pieces,
so much needs to be done,
so many are still displaced, uncertain of their futures, of their lives...
hopefully they are not forgotten.
It may take long, long years,
but I honestly believe Japan can rise over this, I honestly hope so.
****Thank you David for this enjoyable challenge.
It has pushed me to approach this topic in a way that
I would have never thought of on my own....
The obsessive free will ostensibly latent,
overpowers the mind with trance of unreality,
obscures the course God ordains
l need to take for He designs it for me.
The radiance of the heavenly light
floods my essence, I discern,
drive away the shadow of ego,
and I emerge from the domain of conceit.
Free from the dungeon of despair,
I take the awareness journey inward.
With unfailing faith in God I get divine peace
in the inner sanctum of serene bliss.
My soul shines in the spiritual glow,
illumining the corridor of sustenance,
I travel beyond the bounds of travail,
believing the gracious benevolence of God.
_______________
December 13, 2022
Contest : What I Believe
Sponsored by : Angela Tune
Intrinsic awareness,
sensuous stream
in the vale of time,
channeled challenged
through mind’s myriad
angularities accentuated,
carries in coherent current
ceaselessly,
the cognitive impulses
criticality conjured,
surging swathing waves
of enlightenment
across formless emptiness
of amorphous perception.
The pulse of time
vibrates with perpetuity
in inner space,
intuitively infinite,
the cadence in harmony
with the intonation
of eternity,
the manifested
timeless transition
from one phase
to another
in continuum,
modulated mystically
by stimulus shimmer
of the illumined soul.
The life force
ostensibly obscure,
abhors vacuum,
persistence pervasive
propels the essence
of the existent
in nothingness niche.
FRIVOLITY
pleasure
of people-watching
witnessing
ruses
subtle
or blunt
the prospect
of spectacle
so
diverting d
&
amusing
scrutiny
at a glance
ostensibly
a
light-hearted
ticklea
an
unsuspecting
cascade
of
the
bright
&
hyperactive
bubble
of
the
simultaneous
prompted
by
pretensions
in
a decorated
gleaming view
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
An unseen lamp hidden somewhere
Someone kindles for you when you arrive
Unperceived it creates beam of contemplation
Illumines the pathway of your destined journey.
The free thoughts you create as mental fresco
The lamp makes it ostensibly self-radiant
Enmeshing your soul within the maze of ego
That designs the road you choose to travel alone.
On the way you pick up some flowers
Someone gracious blossoms for you
But you think these are epitome of self-image
Worthy of innate celebration in euphoria.
On the way you tread on the trail of thorns
You think you would pave a new track soon
And won’t suffer on the journey for long
But the perpetual torment lingers on.
The disowned lamp then gets extinguished
In depth of darkness you lose your awareness
The willful psyche clings to the sense of self
Getting confined within the bubble of illusion.
____________________
May 13, 2022
Contest : Bubble Of Illusion
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
"My truths are the shared essence of empathy in the
fabric of universal oneness" - Quote by Poet.
The obsessive free will ostensibly latent,
overpowers the dazed mind with trance of falsehood,
obscures the righteous course God designs, l need to take.
The radiance of heavenly light floods my essence, I discern,
drive away the shadow of ego,
I emerge enlightened from the dismal domain of self conceit.
From the clasping fold of karmic destiny I’m released free,
transcend the limits of time and space, the soul surpasses
from mortal case, merges with the absolute entity.
I feel devout breath flow sincerely
with the current of embracing love, see the divine beauty
in everything God has gracefully created for us to marvel.
Empathy then drips from my heart,
defines my truths that I believe connect us.
One leaving year, is sketching to a close.
There will arise a fresh, one beginning.
Bid farewell to anything that is morose.
Reach along the striking sides on living.
Those Promises become a drilling in vanity.
Beings direct bearings emerge to befall false.
Pledges are subtly conveyed, then, futility.
It's doubtful to pursue your dream source.
let's plead for vigour and evident delight.
And for concord in the coming year too.
And as the clocks resound at midnight.
I hope those ultimate dreams come true.
Best tip I've won: live all your daydream.
Utterly one frail life is ostensibly we redeem.
It's trivial to squander strength on expecting.
You will be prodded into a treasure wing.
The finest is withal to reach for everyone.
Expecting bliss in the new year as well.
And at zero hours, chorus yodels loud then.
I hope for you, rapture and hefty outrival.
Written: November 19, 2021