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Long has I danced on these floors of lovers, my dancing routines lil rusted and outdated, yesterday was the day I fell off and broke my ankle, and sworn to return no more but here I am today, obliged to follow into my human nature, it was weeks ago when my recovering ankle led me to this scene, now my play run unscripted, this time around met the unexpected, believe that's what coincidence refers to
So off guard, my expectations caught, I speak philosophical jargons now, with my vocab out of context, my Inquisition drops me continuously, hope to find stand to fit my feet, my sweet struggle commence, I smile in my heart plight, so long had I pondered of such, now this is my jungle to cross, my adventure steady, hope she meet me halfway, for so long had I tried, this mile I soldier to travel,
So many controversial complexities, I fail to follow, even to some little acts, I strain my antics, so empty handed I forever return, she keeps her cards to her chest, this blind fold on my expectations exhaust my patients, so much had I put in place to work this garden of her heart but still she remains unimpressed, sigh in my endurance, what ingredients should my mental chef try?
My quest, still a mystery, how without I'm of her calibre, wish God leaks to me her heart manuals, my request is simple; just wanna learn to love her her way, for I have failed my way. Her name means happiness, so dry has it been in my heart for such, I too just wanna have a stake in her name, hope she heed my quest and grant me justice.
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Theological theories
attempt to explain religious experience.
Philosophical belief systems
attempt to respond to consciousness
of internal egocenters
and external ecosystems
in prime NonZero Summary relationship
of co-arising emergence.
Ecological correlations
are systems of positive
and negative,
cooperative/competitive
environmental experience
of natural nutrition,
spiritual communion energy,
communication,
nurture,
health wealthy services
given as received.
Economic science theories
attempt to respond to experiential values
win/win
disvalues win/lose
and misvalues lose/lose,
both macro-EarthSystemic
and micro-Ego/EcoCentric.
Group Metric Theories
attempt to respond
to questions not yet asked
because not yet binomially transparent
about what and why experience
lies somewhere in-between
+1.00% ecstatically co-empathic
AND
(-,-)00% empty
yet not not yet timeless co-passion.
Living EarthTribe
co-acclimating theoreticians
secularly creolizing synergy
sacredly transubstantiating integrity,
together
regeneratively multicultural mediation experience
restoring EarthJustice
Yang/Yin medians,
mediums,
media,
dialogue,
conversations
non-violently compassionate
20/20 ReVisionary Theory
that non-evangelistic spirituality
also means non-violent communal naturality.
If to be
is to communicate
Perhaps
to be healthy
is to communicate
with deep listening
and nonviolent speaking
regenerative integrity
Both secular and sacred
natural and spiritual
multi-paradigmatically scientific
and inter-religiously philosophical
universal truths and unitarian trust
in bicamerally balanced sacred beauty
Faithful to mind and loving with body
ego and ecosystemic
rational-compassionate
Either/Or-Both/And
bipartisan
Taoist
NonDualist
Not-Not Zeroist
strength/flow
liberally loving/conserving caution
full/empty
space/time
bilateral-fractal
Bicameral-dialectic
mind/body redevelopment
within nutritional incoming
and fertile outgoing
organically active balance.
There are certain deleterious effects
consequential developments and
conditional signs and symptoms
of being called-out, named, accused, or branded
of being, ever so slightly, a poet.
People may assume you live s cloistered, retiring,
purely academic existence, sipping only the rarified air
of your meditative being. Or
they might label you and your ephemeral art
as the drunken babble of an incoherent street poet. And
sometimes this is indeed a fact in all the case scenario's
here-for-to mentioned above, however in actuality,
though you perhaps might wax philosophical
on rare occasions, for instance when you opine
upon the mysterious disappearance of one matching
sock of any given pair of once matching socks,
however, in the main you are just a guy or gal
sitting with a laptop perched precariously on your belly,
trying to sound a whole lot brighter, more whimsical
and interesting than you really are.
How Do Rocks Walk?"
How does pain drain?
Is it all contained within a limited brain?
And yes yes if air could breath
It shall never deceive
Upon the path of incredible dreams
It seems it seems that those of us who never dream
how could the clouds weep and rain?
I asked a flower full of red and yellow
And it stayed in place while I gazed, amazed:
One of its petals turned to the east beyond the meadow,
across the fields toward a river that spoke and babbled
And there within my sight, I saw a figural whose shape
was as a heart of mind.
A torrential eddy swallowed the soul of mine.
The Great Divine
:: 05.18.2023 ::
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Poet's Notes:
The poem poses thought-provoking questions about nature and human experience, invoking curiosity and contemplation. It explores existential themes, pondering the limits of human understanding. Hypothetically attributing trustworthiness to the air, it delves into the realm of dreams and their emotional depth. A captivating encounter with a vibrant flower sparks enchantment. Whimsical elements, like a petal turning and a talking river, add to the mystical atmosphere. Symbolizing interconnected thoughts and emotions, a figurative object resembling a heart is observed. The concluding line speaks of a soul engulfed by intense turmoil, leaving room for reflection. Overall, the poem combines introspection, vivid imagery, and philosophical questions to inspire wonder and contemplation.
the law is the evil of a tale
the making of the law,
is the making of a evil tale
a evil tale is a evil law
a making is a making of a evil tale
a telling is a telling of a tale
a telling is a telling of the law
a telling of the law is a telling of evil
a telling is a telling of a making
the making of the law is the making of a telling
a law’s telling is a law’s making
a law’s telling is a law’s tale
a power’s tale is a power’s tale of evil
power the mighty tale of evil
a mighty power is a mighty power of evil
a mighty power is a mighty tale of evil
evil is a mighty power of evil
evil is a mighty power of power
to power the law is to power evil
to power the law is to power the mighty tale of evil
a tale of a law is a tale of power
author notes: my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravanganza,etc… this poem is about a evil’s law is a evil’s tale. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
Maybe I’d be happy if I had a swimming pool
Maybe I’d be happy if only I looked cool
Maybe I’d be happy if I won the lottery
Maybe , just maybe, well maybe.
Maybe I’d be happy if I owned a flashy car
Maybe I’d be happy, if I was a music star
Maybe I’d be happy if I was someone else but me
Maybe, just maybe, well maybe.
Maybe I’d be happy if my eyes were emerald green
Maybe I’d be happy if my weight could not be seen
Maybe I’d be happy if I could truly say I’m free
Maybe, just maybe, well maybe.
Maybe I’d be happy, is a somewhat hopeful phrase
Maybe I’d be happy simply needs to be appraised
Maybe I am happy but fail to ever see
Maybe, just maybe, well maybe!
“Nothing Real can be threatened
Nothing unReal exists
Herein lies the Peace of God”
from : A Course in Miracles
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aah, dear people, know Reality !
this path is no path at all, yet every
path lead heretofore, a surety
as alpha and omega swings
it swirls in whirly winds, calling
bringing sting or bling as Exalted
ignites every shadow stalling
narrow or wide in kind
blissfully fine ~
choose whichever path as way
to brook the truth from struth
testaments or wisdom books —
Void, though Heartful, material
and immaterial, holds no cobbles
tracks, sermons, gurus or mantras
quarks attune to All’s voiceless
unseen buoys ________reflect
oh, people, know Reality !
veracity lets you plunge so deep
dreams shatter, lids bleep, Awake —
to begin is breath within breath
under nostrils, mere observation
will energise, sing not vicissitudes
sensations within rising and passing
transmute without, like driblets in ocean
Release ! for on its own gently sows
as essence to dust bring pumpkins to
reap or lonely weeds, it matters not
Reverence triumphant above, below
integration of opposites rattles mettle
to burnish furnishes spirit, grid free
circular into pyramid, then merkaba
pentagon temples bare, pathless
path contains them all in stall
moving sanguine smooth, ungrooved
rise the wise who know that they
know, lean is fat, crown a hat —
all garbs we wear to aware, tear
in despair, seasons cycle ripe pears
withers, rebirth __spiral up, limpid
Exalted knows every umbrage
for it is His to witness choices
dwell present precious, surrendered
His Will kills not any mocking bird in
vain, sane is pathless path ordained
….reflect
oh monk ! we know we have
heretofore begun, virtues embraced
wholly our spirits will ascend, refine
all was chosen before we journeyed
on moving sands, dined, mourned
searching —
aah, dear monk, our living light within
unfolds steady ______we reflect (...)
by and by pure thousand petalled lotus
culminate — we nurture, imbue, exude
Reality’s path certainly is pathless !
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THE PHASES OF GRIEF
bereavement pain physical
spiritual and philosophical
SHOCK & DENIAL
can’t find relief
overwhelming numbed disbelief
PAIN & GUILT
unbearable preemptive suffering
remorseful chaos excruciating
ANGER & BARGAINING
growing bitter frustration
time rewinding negotiation
DEPRESSION & REFLECTION
grieving bitter loneliness
memories filling emptiness
THE UPWARD TURN
adjusting calmer living
affliction less unforgiving
RECONSTRUCTION & WORKING THROUGH
willingness to survive
becoming functionally alive
ACCEPTANCE & HOPE
handling new reality
reinventing integral repartee
AP: 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2025
Submitted on October 8, 2018 for contest SIX-WORD COUPLET SERIES ENCORE sponsored by MARK TONEY - RANKED 1ST
Profane words, poor things, scorned as contraband,
In contrast arraigned with words weighed as sane
That hold a moral firm ground-- for long grand.
Forbidden, they talk to us in words plain
But are powered by voltage of thunder clouds
Which, words that wear civil dress seldom can.
What beauty-- words raw, truthful, not in shrouds,
Honest if rude, can do free from restrain!
Not sure? Try stub your toe and mark your jibe:
Sage decorum nor yet homilies rife,
Nor vague philosophical diatribe,
Nor yet poetic prompt on fleeting life!!
Pain, no child of elegant etiquettes,
Spews words profane-- flood flooding past floodgates.
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Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) | 17.12.2025 | profane, sane, words
Note: The part - II follows.