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You are the source of my soul.
The colour of my blood.
The lilt of my accent.
The waves of the ocean.
The wind of the night.
The beginning and the ending of me.
Your craters moulded the depth of my eyes.
Your dust painted the colour of my skin.
Your light kissed my body to life.
I am utterly devoted to your illumination.
Years after my separation to you, on this beautiful land I recognised you for the first time. We talked for hours until dawn and from that day on, you never left.
And I never forgot.
Your residual filled my lungs and your orbiting holes of light hummed through my veins.
I lit up, stardust and moondust shimmering within my roots, giving me a sense of faded nostalgia and a déjà vu that acknowledged you.
You were my home.
You are my home.
My place of origin.
My place of birth.
My place of creation.
I am a child of the cosmos.
A devotee to the universe.
A skin of stars.
A heart outweighing gravity.
A loyal disciple, belonging only to you.
I am an angel of the moon.
And I will end where I once began.
For even in my ending, I belong solely to you.
I knew her once,
But it was a long time ago.
Yet she knew me better,
Than my own ego.
I knew her once,
With few memories to pass.
Though her beauty and elegance,
Remained with her class.
I knew her once,
Realizing it wouldn't work.
As failure became manifest,
Outweighing any perk.
I knew her once,
Well enough to leave a mark.
One that couldn't be erased,
And never create a spark.
I knew her once,
When she was beyond any rage.
Where a calm and measured jury,
Would convict any age.
I knew her once,
Before my love could be free.
Only to doubt it would return,
And if it did . . . empty?
I knew her once,
While sharing great pain.
Though sadly, little joy,
As if an unsightly stain.
I knew her once,
Yet when it was over, we were broke.
While traveling separate ways,
As if all a big joke.
I knew her once,
And that once was enough.
Since I couldn't take anymore,
I'm just not that tough.
Melting the dawn with eyes
Soulful eyes roaming – piercing the light,
Promising the night, erased from sight,
Soon bleeding its shadows through the rising
Sun’s beautiful, healing touch, kissing
Away the night – awakening the gentling
Colors of a morning sun, silencing the laughter
The laughter of the moon, the stars winking
Chuckling at the craziness of a nocturnal
Memory hosted by the flowing wonder, the
Wonder of a heart who believes, believes
Beyond any doubt, that this is the way…
The way to find out where beautiful brings
Its richest promises to life, stirring grace
Amidst the cravings of a stardust dusk, paradise
Thawing the icicle promises from their shadowy
Graves, haunted by the autumn who calls quietly,
In memories, nostalgic outweighing the melancholy
Flames of victory starving the hard hearted
Burning away the furious mysteries, the anonymous
Words who sing hope and shine with poetic prose,
Secrets pour from the hearts who hear her,
Love’s silent tears, glowing on the edges of a heartbeat,
Feeding the delicate faiths, the feelings, the grace
Raining like the downpour in summer’s heat,
Blessing away the sweaty hush and testifying to the
Joy that comes from knowing love far more alive,
Far more satisfying than any love on earth
This love comes to those who hear the dawn rising
With souls who discover the meaning of grace
In the fiery furnace of doubt and hear the music
The meaningful waves of harmony flooding the heart
With gentle that believes – His love is the only truth,
The only way, the only need for the heart who truly sees…
His love is everything I need!
I see with new eyes now
why you needed me
to be red
and not so green,
possibly obscene
And why now
my greenness has escaped
into your undeniable public domain
My lack of straight-up red
bloodiness must be my demonic
devious
demented
degenerate choice.
And yet
you become harder now
still denying green co-investments,
too
could be healthy thrival
and good revival
So trust in truth
became more imperative
to be dogmaticvally sure
I made a wrong
and nasty choice
to be not red
or preferably dead
And if not manly sure
then what else did all these pastors
maybe not get monoculturally
monotheistically right
by never listening
panentheistic
mindfully also win/win left?
What Othering abortions
might you need to question
if red could be wrong?
When mean to green
not just mistrust separate
but red superior
Like humans
are to mammals
and lesser nonpartisan
sentient beings,
like sunflowers
and lilies
MotherTrees
in resonant
fragrant
cool grace-forests
Preoccupied by predations
with allies,
micro-aggressions,
win/lose-diplomacy,
crime prevention
monocultures of punishment
from Divine Empowering Light
outweighing trauma prevention
sacred green win/win
emotional/contextual intelligence
Not quite so paternalistically precious,
mindful of humane grace
through peak cooperative experiences
repurposing EarthTribe's sacred
seeding space.
So I seed now
why you needed me
to be red
and not so green,
possibly obscene,
because this worldview
could not have been challenged
within your straight white male
chauvinistic non-choice.
I stand before the ocean
a lone beacon
enduring the crash
of relentless waves
absorbing their hidden secrets
Weighted whispered woes
and carried calls for compassion
wear on fragile shoulders
gritting truth behind a smile
where withering resilience hides
Navigating the intentions
of those with insatiable thirst
narcissists crave to drain
the vulnerable empath
standing alone in constant company
Lightly treading depths
lost in a running river
I can walk away
but stay submerged
as boundaries dissolve
An empath has no option
dwelling in cores beneath spongy skin
innately woven in veins
flowing with the essence of others
outweighing mere empathy
Yet, beyond colliding tides
a distant, soothing glow
from a familiar lighthouse
emits an ease of missing peace
A suffering human
aches to be known
by those who know
Sad, the poor excuses we have for
leadership in our great nation. Sad,
the dissipation, corruption, occupation
by self-serving, soulless, power-hungry
madmen and woman, who have sold their
minds and hearts to the Spirit of Evil –
all for fame and fortune; regardless of
human cost –
Those voices behind the Puppet-throne...
faceless culprits, safe and secure in their
fortresses, with high walls, and armed
guards; sipping the best wine while watching
from elite towers –
Cowards the gang of them!
Murdering innocence at will. They perish
to reach our border – and those that do, believing
false promises never meant to be kept: Like cattle
shipped to become cheap, abused labor, once
their votes have been counted. Struggling
countries around the world, sold US propaganda, that
of freedom and equality for all – only to be abandoned, left for
slaughter, to keep railed the Money-train of
endless wars.
In the upcoming years, when God sees fit,
as do us all, these savages will leave the earth -- their
journeys having left our world with pain and suffering
far outweighing any possible good accidentally accomplished.
The Devil will need vastly more real-estate, with a huge
supply of coal for the added furnaces, if to properly
accommodate so large and extremely putrid a falling –
Oh to have that contract! The fools cry, they jockey yet
for controlling positions, still not comprehending the vent-less
surface of their smothering new reality -- the C's the P's the O's
the B's the S's the A's, the entire sick, wretched, spineless,
heartless pack of them.
Today, i did get one year older...
Not anymore like a little toddler..
Right unto my two shoulders..
Not pebbles; nor stones; nor even boulders..
Boulders, not of familial responsibilities..
Rather it's outweighing my uncertainties..
Focusing myself to assets not of liabilities..
Uncovering, realizing my possibilities...
Vaguely maybe our future..
It's alright: soon it will be cleared as pictures..
Strong and aggressively acts like vultures..
I am more than them, as I am God's creature..
Distractions; ammunition alienation..
I do not agree even to imitation..
Continuously breathing in exaltation..
I do not mind if I'll be in exhaustion..
I denounce anything primal..
Yet, i still pray for all criminal..
Sometimes, i use to cope by denial..
Surpassing with all my might from any trial..
The love with in me is too compelling..
I can not stop cause I'm too willing..
As high as the enlightened ceiling.
I will respond politely and bravely to any calling...
Obsession
Obsession with "O's"
Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by opportunistic obtuse –
Obsession outweighing optimist’s objectives –
Openness offspring overrun by
Ominous hunters of sweet oblations ordained
Oscillating between logic and obsession unchallenged
Orthodoxy obscures opportunity
Officially ostracizes open-mindedness –
Original the outsider - occupied the outlier -
Observes only obstructive operations
Obedience to the one-track offertory
Of overstocked outdated ordinances,
Offshoots of outmoded operatic ornaments
Odious opium overdose of the obscene
Onyx odors overpowering odes
Offered on the altar of originality -
Obliterating oligarchy of obsession
9-23-21
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: “O” Contest
silent wars. debilitating crises. emotional toils. outweighing bills. fading hopes. unending woes. what hope am i left with. when fortune continues to seem dreary. betrayals that never stopped from friends. failures that lurk beneath attempts. destiny continues to provoke my tears. mockery continues to induce my fears. heavily drenched in pool of depression. of a health challenge that had stifled my aspirations. to whom do i bare these ordeals. unto whose chest do i fall asleep. whose shoulders do i lean on. that would renew my hopes with reassuring words. for these dreams are crippling at failure's behest. while i only continue to brood in silence.
©: LegalBard
12/11/2023
Twenty five years
Of togetherness
A pretty long duration
Doesn’t it call for some celebration?”
She looks at him for approval
“Of course, it does
But there’s the eclipse
Demanding austerity
You see.
Can’t do anything
Otherwise I too
Wanted to raise a din”
He responds
She smiles....
Both looking in different ways
At Fate's guile
Celestial happening
Or a terrestrial shadow
Lurking in the background?
Twenty five eclipsed
With a dot in between
A mere two and a half years
Of knowing
Can it really bring
So much happiness
Outweighing 25 years
Of togetherness?
She gets busy
In household chores
He too turns around
Yearning for more.....
Marital bliss intact
After all
Who knows the secrecy pact
There’s the missing point
Between two and five
A beautiful joint.