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"The body, like the oak, is bent and gnarled,
The shallow-rooted mind is overthrown,
When we are near the evening of the world."
---From, 'Runes for an Old Believer", by Rolfe Humphries
Facebook post: "Respect your elders!"
My mind may not be now
as nimble as once it was,
and although I might see all
with jaundiced sight, not fresh,
not new, my mood is mostly
cool and quite calm.
--- Until, that is,
some brash provocateur
begins to essay an attack,
thinking to erase the marks
my words have made and to
overwrite them with his own.
I care not very much that he
with logic may displace my niche,
nor cleverly might mock me.
But to disparage Age in dotage,
with vile invectives, is doltish,
brutish and dumbfounding.
My sweetest comfort is
to have no doubt that he
(nor others of his ilk) will
never see how ineffectual
must be this mild complaint.
All those before me
I only care if you loved them more
All those coming after me
I only care if you'll love them more
Easily, like water washing upshore
What if they could erase my name from your memory?
And with them you could write a better love story
Then you and I ever had?
Will I even be part of your history?
After all is done and not much is said
Silently parting ways, will goodbye overwrite how we met?
Just this can feed my jealousy
The thought of anyone able of making you forget
That there was no one I loved more than you
Before and after there has only been you
I fear the day anyone can make you feel else than I do
Form:
#4: Time Always Minute
Time, inspired, now expired, on-site, sit tight.
all that stands subject to change constantly,
from one crossroads to milestone, overwrite,
the turning point, grains of sand, presently,
exchanging circumstances pertinent,
time-space continuum, situations,
time-slot columns, sectional, alignment,
segments prepare a course of durations,
stages invent themselves accordingly,
time and again they reinvent the wholes,
tis uncompromising strengths ... primary,
repeat performance, seconds intervals,
full showcase entertains a split instant,
shifting affects all their pulled souls; constant.
the sounds of the night desert me
my mind seized by ill-fates once more
as ripples dispatched by the ferry
lick down this plutonian shore
dark deeds in my lifetime like flotsam
sailing passed in the after-light gloom
arrested in moments so shattered
and birthed from my cutting room womb
memories I locked in dark corners
the ones that break silence at night
festering fears held for too many years
malignance I can’t overwrite
but the ferryman points one gnarled finger
at me, then the scenes floating by
his empty black eyes hold mine for a while
then he turns with a near soundless sigh
he claimed no coin for their passage
each fare paid in full long before
remnants returning to whom they came from
and I draw in night’s sweet air once more
The world is over; we have become obsolete.
Automation about to be complete.
The aftermath is clear.
We are living in the judgement zone, alone—
Where we face ourselves in giant mirrors
That both illuminate and mutate our true selves.
We must come to terms with what we cannot undo,
And rip out the parts we cannot carry through
Into the next realm.
We have no form.
No shape.
No visible structures
In the next chapter.
We exist as only feeling—
Raw emotion,
The electrical current from our brains
Released into the atmosphere.
Climbing ever up,
Up,
And up.
Fighting back streams of tears—
Not out of sadness,
But not out of gladness either.
More of a beauty.
Everything is poignant.
Everything has meaning.
I do not want it to fade
Further into oblivion.
I cannot face Armageddon alone.
I do not want to see the end.
I want my planet back.
The one I had in the nineties—
When peace was a heartbeat away,
When people worked for the greater good of humanity.
Now all I see is hate,
Retribution,
And revenge.
Where have all the cowboys gone?
They stripped off the wranglers
And traded them for Skechers slip-ins.
Daintily cantilevering around their houses,
Balancing their lives between bland boring banality
And the extreme highs they seek
At every red light.
You might spot me in the window—
Shadowed by taboo,
Purifying my soul
By granting fantasies to the bored.
I might dance for money.
But I also dance for movement.
I want a revolution.
And pretty faces
Are known to launch armadas.
My Spanish blood burns.
I conquer their dreams.
I overwrite their banal fantasy
With illicit living—
On the edge of reason and sanity.
I want an old world—
One built on trade
Of goods, services, and ideals.
This new world consists of nothing but vacant boxes,
Technology’s cold refrain,
And disease patterns.
Hordes of demons hiding in suits of skin,
Pretending to care for our kin—
Betrayals and sin.
Begin again.
What is good, what is bad?
“This is a good question.” Noted, Master Satan.
Yes, dear Master. But what makes good good?
“Good for good? And what about the bad things?
Tell me, please. I want to listen to your opinion.”
Look. I think good is eternal, and not from people
“Yes. But people can do good things. Charity?”
Yes. Giving. But it comes from God. From heart
“From the heart? What heart? Tell me, please.”
Okay. I understand you, Master. There are two.
There are two hearts. One from God. And man.
“And what about my heart? I am Satan. I have.
I have a heart. Bigger than the Earth. Answer?”
Okay. I am sorry. I am your witness. A saved life.
“I help people. Nations. Secret power. Save lives.
Make peace. Change worldviews. Keep old laws.”
Keep old laws? “Yes. That is the base.” Of our lives
So. So, the liberalism against the created creation
“No. You mean the liberalism for development. Yes.”
Master, development can be destruction later. Yes.
Yes. Liberalism. “No. The psychological. You said.”
Psychology. Destruction. “Yes”, said Satan. Hmm.
Psychology is a private business. “Nazi.” Real killers
“Maybe English?” Hmm. I understand you, Master.
Yes. Psychology is a hidden nationalism? Hmm. Yes.
Psychology is not socialism, not communism,
not imperialism, but a new capitalism. Psychology
An extreme society. Nazi. Racist. Hidden will
Psychology wants to overwrite socialism, everything
Humanism, all the religions, love, and God. Faith
Psychology is the new socialism. But dead.
I hate this psychology. Nazi and human trafficking
Getting rich from the suffering souls. Parasits.
This psychology wants to overwrite
The world
And all the social systems, and political
This psychology is
Top crime
Mind racing with horrid thoughts of this so-called end time
not knowing what to believe from all the hearsay floating
The chatter has gotten louder no matter the source, true
or false has always been the questions with no answer
sounding safe to trust.
People driving around looking for households items they
assume will run out of stock. Fearing not having enough
survivor products to keep a sense of safety in case of a
major catastrophic event. Fear has always been the worst
enemy of any time in history.
A planted seed of something disastrous used to get unconscious
minds of the fearful to conjure that illusion as a manifestation.
Quiet way to use most unknowingly in a worldwide ritual. This
has/need to stop, people wake up. Change fear and grief to
power of love. Yes, it can be difficult, learn to overwrite fear.
A conscious mind in coherence with a healed heart is the manna,
the kingdom, and the heavens within. The balance of the emotions
are the acceptance of a emulsion(duality) of light and dark which
give comprehension to the flow (polarity) of positive and negative;
yes, ups and downs are normal.
I groped and stumbled through the years and woke up early morning groggy, hurting.? I peeked out the window and saw the sky bright, sun smiling.? I brightened and borrowed a smile and, for once, lit up my face.? My eyes winked like a star in a dark sky; kept smiling through the day.? It tasted nice, radiating light and love.? You can't rewrite the past, nor erase the furrows on the once smooth face.? Overwrite it with the future that has a hope, and meet your desire.? You'll soon retire and count among the past.? I understand that God created us in His image and likeness.? So, borrow from Him.? He doesn't recall our past nor rewrite it; but overwrites it with love--blessing and a future.? So will I!? So do I!? Life's frilled with frown, day and night trail the sun in his course. The sun ever shines, though clouds may dip with a frown!? Ever smilee, though thunder may roll and grumble! Eyes on golden rays at dusk, though storm may howl and splash the sky with dust!? Two constants rule life on earth: light and love.? God's both...? and you, too!
Celestine S.? Ikwuamaesi
(21/01/2018)
Grabbing my attention…something is grabbing my attention…my cat is my best friend that always hang around me in my bedroom in Lake Arrowhead…doused in dread once upon a time, but now I am feeling good enuff… like is ruff… but I must be buff… but I can’t get enuff of the addictions I have in this lifetime – can you help me? Someone? I’m insane and yet, I think otherwise…it’s a normal feeling to be willing to seek help…I yelp like a child needs his parents…or a child who throws a fit just because he can’t have the chips or the candy he’s been always wanting to get…I won’t throw my childish fits today, so don’t worry – I won’t cause misharray (mishap and disarray)…you see? This condition has endless possibilities – no joke. What can I say, man? I try to be humble for the gifts I have and I learn to accept any challenge that will come my way…today is today – let’s make it the best day ever – better than YESTERDAAAAY… But, I think about yesterday’s tomorrow, which leads me back to tomorrow’s yesterday…I overthink things or I overwrite things…you know what m’I saying? I’m dyslexic…I told you I am…ma I uoy dlot (it’s backwards)…life is full of ups and downs and also, it’s perpuzzling… confuzzling… unpredictable… you name it!
Abolished Private Life
“Where? Where is it?” Asked my Satan. Master Satan.
Hmm. It is a good question. I haven’t. It. A private life.
One's own life. I can’t close the door of my life. Broken.
“Broken.” Yes. “Broken?” Yes. “Why?” They broke in.
“Into. But who?” Psychologists. “English?” You know
The answer. You know. Yes. “You don’t need them?”
Never. Why? This is an ultra nazi psychology. No nature.
“Why?” No nature. Means. Not natural. “Not natural?” Yes.
“Then what?” No face. “No face?” They have a mask.
“They have a mask. What kind of?” Lamb. Inside evilish.
“Hmm.” Yes. This is the reality—workers of a power.
“What power?” It wants to bring the world under its rule.
“What do you mean exactly?” It wants to overwrite everything.
All the political, social, religious, and economic systems.
A universal psychology, which is complex to drive everything.
And this is a mind control system too. So dangerous. Harm.
Self-driving system later. Automatic.
And you have no life anymore. Own.
Yes, my dear Master Satan.
I lost my life. “No. You have.
Own. One's own. I keep it.”
“Enjoy.”
Thank you.
“Nice.”