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Frayed Baggage
by Odin Roark
Dreamt fields
Where wall-less interiors boast stunning views
Personal vistas of imagination
Requiring only attachments be left behind
The resentful
The angry
The baggage labeled heavy
For just as everyone can’t be
Who or what they think they are
Revelation often becomes frayed baggage of the mind
Clutched with guilty claws
Self-loathing that refuses to heal
Narcissistic defenses
Deliver delusions of grandeur
Driving the moral compass further downward
Where an icy kingdom of vicarious reality
Becomes one’s personal abyss
Such is the plight of a luggage-laden life
One’s weighty attempt to always be part of something
Rejecting being one with the singular self as success
The fortunate abandon that which can’t be changed
Unshackling the drag-behind regrets and disappointments
And breathing in the oxygen of continuance
Discovering closure reveals the eternal opening
The paradoxical passage into meeting
One’s innate traveling companion of wager
The one who travels with toothbrush only
Sharing weightless wins in life
We know not of…
Yet
In the tapestry of our civilized world, we are all forever caught in conflict,
Endlessly striving to harmonize the opposing demands
Of culture and nature, of ego and body, of duty and pleasure.
For each of us, this struggle is a heavy burden, a painful journey,
And for some, it descends into the deepest circles of hell...
In the silent nights where stars whisper hidden secrets,
In a dance of melancholy, I hear echoes from my own soul.
Oh, how my heart is torn between endless desires
And the responsibilities of a life that weaves tightly
Like the silken threads of a midnight spider's web.
I feel an inner sky shimmering with fragile hopes,
But the demands of civilization surround me like a stone barricade.
I wear a smiling mask, reflecting the city lights,
While the depths of my soul weep silently,
Like a secluded, damp, and mysterious underground forest.
Thoughts flow incessantly, a river of unrest and despair,
Seeking a shore where they can rest,
But the waves of culture perpetually crash, shattering any tranquility.
My ego cries out questions into the night, demanding answers,
But my burdened body whispers back only silence.
I know the illusions we construct are delicate ephemeral flowers,
Whose beauty is amplified by the pains they conceal.
With people, it is a general rule, the more elaborate the facade,
The greater the inner emptiness,
Like fragile armors on an unseen battlefield;
Thus, I float in a ceaseless stream of consciousness,
A vortex of memories and dreams, of responsibilities and pleasures.
Oh, how paradoxical it is to be human, juggling
Between light and shadow, between real and unreal,
In a melancholic ballet on the stage of life.
I read in the paper today –
another religious occult.
Oxymoronic term, I thought,
but then don’t each intend to sway
the non-believers to their way?
So which is the righteous path?
Spiritual? Hysterical?
Are the two paradoxical?
Homo-empath? Psychopath?
Which is correct? Impart no wrath.
Faith is the answer I believe.
In my heart of hearts, I hold dear
a sparkling picture crystal clear –
the sturdy fabric of my weave.
Another course I can’t conceive.
And those who stray their center core,
I pray you find your way again
with straighter path than you began
and clearer focus seeking more
than walking through the other door.
NOTE: Inspired by "…remember that Jesus wants spiritual fruits, not religious nuts.” Quote from the book August Moon: Humor and Hijinks by Jess Lourey.
GHETTO ANGEL
I'm always at peace yet I stick to my guns.
Its paradoxical for my traits to take turns.
Decipher the oxymoron in a peaceful worrier,
No harmony or truce without wagging war.
Peace to this young-hearted warrior
without the sound of the riffles,
despite emblems & scars of my past titles.
Wipe your eyes and see it clearly
'cause the world's view looks blurry.
The red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold & erupts a blast.
At the fall of the night,
the full moon suffered a bite
like the logo of the apple company.
Night is no longer evoking symphony
and now, we drink-out our own bottles.
Before seeing humans babies see battles,
that's why too many of them scream
when delivered from the womb dream.
Peace at last to this warrior & the angel in him.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 1st April, 2023.
Queen Gaia
hopes to more resiliently return
to marijuana grazing meadows,
rather than supporting
worn-out tobacco and oil
industrial fields.
That's what LaoTsu breathed
industrious mountains in Yang,
valley nurtured rivers flowing out
WinWin
baptismal EarthWomb YinYin.
Whatever could that mean?
Rumor is,
about those sonnets?
Written transformed
by SolarYang outside enlightenment,
and nondual endarkenment,
to his liberated left feels West,
And incensed by EarthSoul THC
breathed in conservatively right feels Eastern
innocent dawn
from nearby smoking pot.
Ummm...
I thought there was something ***** about him.
Disturbingly paradoxical.
Always on chaotic fences
about what's natural ecology
and what's spiritual theology,
mixing them multiculturally
and metaphysically up
and down
and across rivers
of bilaterally flowing time.
All those YangLife PositivEnergy therapeutic restorations
with Yin WinWin
notnot ZeroZone Resonance,
harmonic spiraling octaves
of double-fractal regenerative
DNA with RNA flow,
indeed.
Indeed.
Sounds a bit more like LeftBrain dominant
Tipping Pointed Bucky Fuller
than RightBrain dominant
LaoTzu
and his NorthernLIght sonnets
wu-wei
in-between
poetic licenses.
So you think the whole THC thing
is a cosmic MotherGaia hoax?
But not so much a paranoid conspiracy theory
about what some prayed
was higher divine
RightBrain deep listening inspiration.
I think
and feel
health would be Earth's highest
and best
ZeroZone Wealth
secular ecological--Left
sacred theological--Right
Restorative Ego/Anthro/Eco Therapeutic
WinWin Resilient PolyCultural Outcomes.
I think writing outside,
compared to inside,
feels narrative
with my skinpores open,
my NorthernLight ears able to hear
most everything worthy of listening to
right WiseElder healthy now.
My nose able to smell EarthSoul wealthy fragrances.
My eyes able to see
what more nutrition importantly
unveils PositivEnergy Democracy
behind
and beyond
this Left to Right handwritten notebook
static
stale Elitist page.
It is really a veritable question of our time,
In fact - of all times,
on this once beautiful
molten rock with sea and sand,
We so avidly call our home
Paradoxical fearlessness
albeit so sublime, created by the dark force’s evil hidden hand,
That might only remain a vision,
Inherited to us in trust,
Yet neglected from addiction to,
Their indoctrinated pathetic lust,
In fact, we do not either really care,
To whatever shape it takes
All material realms
- are prisons,
That irregardless demand already
A Spiritual entrapment
Laid to rest..
And also laid to bare,
All arbitrary enforced concepts cast aside, for a while,
Particularly ones of Group,
All Manufactured by "elite" an ignorance to reconcile,
A dastardly incensed minority,
Destruction a recipe for their rank..and file,
of a toxic and insidious soup,
Plotting planning from within
A dank rotten and riddled carcass entity,
Lies in angst ridden, wicked And flailing stench to blame
Behind veiled prison its minions hide,
Use of an external matrix game
A feigned nucleus for outside,
Of Humanity, therefore every man, woman and child,
Natural Truth and Natural Law are not and could not ever be to blame,
Nature, an almost silent piety, ever giving kind and mild,
The Natural beauty of our World its name,
Has suffered through constant anxiety,
To one day be released
from possession,
a marcarb emblematic walled Trophy obsession,
In cretinous treasonous bastard's Hall..
of heinous undeniable and awkward shame,
Indefinitely, behind this
obvious veil
Originally most inhabitants here,
were seemingly, invariably though quite sane
It therefore really does beg
the question, once more, to relearn once again..Man's role,
To premise this if you can,
Never questioning to falter or to fail,
God's Providence recaptures All,
Our mind's genuine faculties
and Soul
On Earth can Sanity ever Prevail..?
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
16th February 2022
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An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away.
Mesmerized Eve tasted to bite and ate half.
Adam ate rest half as offered by Eve, his better-half.
Zeal, vigor, wit, wisdom was achieved by them.
Inevitable intimacy happened as the couple claimed.
Naked couple dressed themselves getting inspiration.
Great pair started Human Civilization.
Apple ripened, easily detached from stalk and fell on ground.
Paradoxical seemed to Great Scientist, when he found.
Perceived by Physicist Sir Isaac Newton.
'Law of Gravitation' was his Invention.
‘Eat an apple everyday to stay strong.' Doctors tell all along.
Re- Edited on 08/20/21
Dozen of dozens questions, I was carefully asked..
Maybe ten hundreds, I was requested for a shot..
hundreds by hundreds, vivid images rush..
of smiles; of wonders; of glee and of absurbness..
some fantazises..
some beholds..
some envies..
some admires...
leaking in deep embedded trenches..
bombarding waves after waves..
begotten in fusions of vibrancy..
in partition of velocity and gravity..
some is a picture of truthfulness..
some is a picture of falseness..
some is a picture of dramatic eloquence..
some is a picture of authority obedience..
yet underneath a wiseman's eyes..
behind an elder's cleverness..
surely, no one can ever hide..
surely, no one can even deny...
by: olive_eloi
22/10/2013
5:01pm
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(Dedication: For Anne-Lise Andresen.)
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Instant recognition
Blind attitude:
Sees more than enough
Despair reveals
An ugly side:
Indifference
Little by little
Sounds like a lot;
Hole in pocket
Witty lingo
Awkward tango;
Messy tempo
Learn quickly now
Wear a keen smile;
Screen faces you meet
Joy in sadness
Paradoxical frame;
Picture postcard sent
China in spring
Natural hymnal sounds;
No voice imitates
Peace in the valley
Nothing profound;
Extra plus ordinary fence
Haiku in season
Vivid frolic;
Wild things grow
Small child speaks
Profound sermon;
Hello uncle
Old uncle smiles:
How are you?
Small child hides face
Casual encounter
Familiar face pops up;
Crowded places fence
Birthday thoughts:
Song of morning --
Rapture illuminates
Fifty-nine revolutions
Around the sun;
Celebrate miracles
Leon Enriquez
08 July 2014
Singapore
There may be a mirror universe
in which time runs backwards
Hawkins hosts dinner for time travelers
who eat dark matter for dessert
Thousands of Endurances think
critical thinking was just spotted on Mars
where lonely elephants seek scientists
Hawkins finds Planet 9 in a black hole
There may be an information paradox
where elephants eat dark matter
Planet Nine still missing
time runs backward while running out of time
Thousands of acres continue to burn
there may be a paradoxical universe
Planet Nine attacked by RNA
elephants create scientists