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When thinking of me,
I find myself of two distinct minds.
When thinking of me,
I don't know which to listen to.
One is confident, filled with strength.
I take care of myself,
so that I may take care of others.
I spend time the way I wish,
with those whom I wish,
and where the group wishes.
One is pathetic, filled with confusion.
I have no idea why not one
will let me take care of us, of her.
I spend time imagining spending time,
with one who shares my thoughts,
one that my heart desires.
When a soft song plays
and I imagine what could be,
I wonder at why I can't seem to pair
two minds into one.
Whether those be my two minds,
the strong and the sad -
or whether those be mine and another's;
both seem beyond my ken.
It's difficult to reconcile
one half that feels as though
I'm doing everything right,
continuing to be me, to live -
with the half that feels as though
I've never figured it out;
my longest liaison a matter of months, in twenty long years -
who am I to know or speak of love?
Part of me knows 'tis only occasional melancholy,
and yet it rears its head more often these days.
I've never been truly alone,
friends and family always my guides - and yet.
I know I treat passion with reverence,
and a lover with great respect - and yet.
I know I work to compromise and hold on,
to enchant and live every moment - and yet.
Poetry is said to melt hearts and connect minds,
and yet even that can't surmount whatever I face.
'Tis directly from the soul, the spirit, the everlasting,
'tis the greatest beauty I can create - and yet.
Electrifying and terrifying,
amazing and terrible, it ranges the spectrum.
I see awful men abusing but still possessing it,
and I've never been called an awful man.
And yet.
The first mind wonders why it's even a problem;
live your life, and she will come, or she won't.
Thinking about it causes naught but worry,
worrying about it naught but sadness.
And yet.
My friends say they don't like
seeing the second mind rear its head, not one bit;
citing me bringing a smile to others' faces,
and how I should be proud of that, at least.
And yet.
I know I should enter the blanket's folds,
a new, perhaps better day waiting at the other side.
After a night of dreadful thinking and painful writing,
a respite, a relief, a required and rightful rest.
And yet.
Our cooperative DNA research
reveals a realistically positive attitude
and eco-founded optimism,
along with some acceptance of dissonance
as not merely dysfunctional.
with ego-learning
re-extending sacred ecological merit
to help us accomplish great loves
in all integrity's polypaths
of shared EarthTribe ReGenerative Daily Life.
What we still do not know,
yet hope is true and beautiful and healthy,
ecotherapeutic,
Why do our day-to-day decisions
co-determine how each Ego navigates through great and small transition points,
why identity co-evolves through and beyond
each EgoRelational Life?
What if DNA/RNA Solidarity
lives even another thousand years of Earth Days?
Reincarnating fresh mindbodies
possessing, owning, claiming,
proclaiming polyculturally re-ligioning memories
of this 1(0)-EgoMind/EcoBody we are collectively becoming,
back in this Trans-ReLigioning EarthNetwork Era
On back through 1/(0)
co-arising win/win Ego/EcoCenter
of BiLateral SpaceHere/NowTime,
co-gravitating EarthTribal enlightenment,
1(0) 1Convex-Linear polarity/BlackConcave Hole
Not-Not TransParent BiNomial WinWin
dipolar apposition
ReGenerating,
ReIterating
ReCycling
RePurposing
ReMembering
ReConnecting
ReLigioning
Eternally copresent
in each Earth organic enlightened Day
and co-empowering Night,
and CoRevolving Fractal Year
of EarthDay octaved co-passionate
positive
and not so much negative
gratitude attitude.
Earth Day,
emerging from red dawns
resonating through true blue dusk
wealthy moonlit Earth Nights
ruled by Bodhisattva PeaceWarriors.
To love each day
as if 1(0)-eternal co-binary
anticipates this Self/Other perpetuating
EarthDay/Night co-emerging planet,
consulting and consorting
with one's most delighted
non-zero healthy
cooperatively overflowing Ego
as self-other co-relational
wealth of identity.
Any day that feels more confined by fear and anger
mind-neglect and/or body-abuse
than refined by love
as healthy desire
for EarthTribe re-ligioning peace
for Ego as for each EcoCentered Other,
is another day invested
in learning what EarthDay integrally means
by resolving win/win love
your win/lose enemies
To know and respect Ego's contentious boundaries,
pretentious boulders
along Earth's Tao River
of Yang/Yin co-gravitating
DayLight Space and NightPower Time.
Dear God,
Thank you so much for making me your child through my faith in Jesus Christ, my Saviour and Lord... Keep me always trusting You, and living for You by Your grace, along Your power, and for Your glory.
As God's saved child, perseverant am I to love the Lord earnestly
Always thankful for the privilege to be cared by Him unconditionally...
With sweet favour to grow midst divine nature, enjoying provisions constantly
I render obediently my utmost to Him willingly!
As God's servant, striving am I to become better and more faithful
Always humbled by His grace, awesomely wonderful...
With granted inheritance so rich and full
I fulfill blissfully His assigned roles which are indeed purposeful!
As God’s steward*, persistent am I to practice essence of sacrificing
Always glad as recipient of His marvelous blessing...
With heavenly wealth possessing midst transformation-processing
I labour cheerfully for His work, spiritually advancing!
As God’s student, teachable am I to learn from the Scriptures
Always ready to follow biblical procedures of perfect wisdom-features...
With prudent warnings against worldly vultures
I invest wholeheartedly for eternal treasures in my reaching-out ventures!
As God's soldier, courageous am I to claim jubilant victory
Always prepared as commissioned to proclaim Christ's Gospel story...
With truth and mercy that combat hell's misery
I share diligently His peace for others' redemption toward heaven's glory!
As God’s strengthened prayer warrior, consistent am I to trust His might
Always blessed in expressing my supplications in fellowship delight...
With faith that pleases the Almighty along fervent intercession delight
I seek sincerely His approval while surmounting unbelief's blight!
As God's settled believer, repentant am I to confess my transgression
Always grateful for pardon that cleanses iniquities toward sanctification...
With His kindness to forgive my admitted sins and errors by His compassion
I live wholly for my Lord Who does the best for me midst His preservation!
*1Corinthians 4:1 Let a man so account of us, as of the ministers of Christ, and stewards of the mysteries of God.
April 15, 2018
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He came from foreign lands to seek it. Like a leather clad, sunglass wearing, Russian spy, he sought it out. Where was it? Where was it hidden? Stowed away, locked up, safe, she replied, as she timidly led him down the pathway.
They passed through many rooms, down many hallways, in search of it. Locked box after locked box, she opened, she teased, the light blindingly vivid at first but dimming quite fast. As the light faded to darkness, she would close it and move on. On to the next room, the next box, each one possessing a renewed hope. The lights of the hallway growing brighter and brighter, we must be getting close, he thought, each vault the seemingly perfect hideaway.
She continued the walk, he continued to follow. He was entrenched now and he knew it, caught in the web, but he continued on. She was in full control. She could choose to reveal it or she could keep it for herself. All he could do was follow, hope, wait.
The growing look of uncertainty slowly creeping in, he began to question it's existence, maybe she even did too. Was she lost herself or just leading him on? Is this even the correct path? Could it be recovered at all? Just some of the questions that began to mount.
Maybe they had passed it, maybe it was all a ruse, maybe it didn't exist. If it wasn't for the hunger, he might've given up much sooner but this was a hunger like never before. He wanted it. This time, maybe, he needed it. So, he held hope. He had come all this way, he was in too deep now.
They continued the walk. Pit pat, pit pat, pit pat, the sound of echoing feet through the chamber. With each passing room the anticipation grew. We have to be close, it has to be here, it all looked so promising.
If it was hidden, it was here. If it existed, she was the possessor. He followed. Like a zombie in full trance, he followed. Where was it? Was it here? Had he been fooled? She must've been stone cold to keep it hidden this long, to keep it locked away. Show it to me, he thought to himself. Show it to me now! But, there was nothing, she wouldn't expose it, it was all in vane. It was hers to keep, stowed away, protected. Hidden from him, hidden from the world. The cost too great, the risk too high. She would keep it for herself. Hidden, locked up, protected.... Safe.
Form:
While I gaze in your eyes, cool cerulean blue,
Sifting night, straining stars through morning’s sweet dew,
I can fathom the depths of empyreal skies,
Angels fluttering by, riding wild butterflies
While I gaze in your eyes, changing, aqua-blue greening,
I’m sucked into chasms, cascading, careening,
And yield to enticements which meekly disarm,
Seeping virtuous beauty, sad sensuous charm
While I gaze in your eyes, bleeding fiery blue
Ever tempting with treasures, with pleasures for two,
Being caught at the core of a blazing sapphire
Possessing, enthralling, aflame with desire
While I gaze in your eyes, misty emeralds, deep green,
Veiling laughter and banter, and echoes between,
Then I dream, so it seems, in whatever the place,
Of your scent, of your breath, of your radiant face
While I gaze in your eyes, at times placidly blue,
Near’ as calm as the weirs in the woods all bedewed,
Forty winks relegate to a shimmering lake,
Gently floating on lilies, while waiting to wake
While I gaze in your eyes, caught engulfed in the greens
And consigning my fate unto verdant ravines,
My reactions, at length, become shyer and shyer
Reminiscent of ravens at risk in the briar
While I gaze in your eyes, restless, hesitant blues
Overwhelming sensations with turbulent hues,
I’m succumbing to waves of a storm battered sea,
Being cast like a plank, never meant to be free
While I gaze in your eyes, shadowed, Midnight Lake green
Glowing hazy with dreams, misty thoughts so serene,
Sudden silence befalls me, a fast sinking stone,
Looming lost in your eyes, I am never alone
While I gaze in your eyes, saddened, lachrymal blue,
Spilling trickles of rain, pearls obscuring your view,
I’ll attend to your anguish and feelings morose,
Lightly kissing your tears, touching, holding you close
While I gaze in your eyes, pulsing infinite green
Of the earth and of heaven and all in between,
It is simple to see that my hands can hold all
Of the treasures I find which so humbly enthral
While I gaze in your eyes, when they’re bountifully blue,
I’m reminded, love’s lightning is granted to few...
While I gaze in your eyes, when they’re blindingly green,
I’m reminded, love’s lightning cannot be foreseen...
Yet I hope... and I wait...
A very long time passed between us
Before we met once again
Quite unexpectedly surprisingly
Exchanging very intense looks
Harboring most hungry urges
Possessing the wildest desires
Feeling rebounding emotions
Charged nerves electric and cosmic
Greeting happily and nervously
Walking closely together but unsure
Interested and yet afraid of what
Next could happen . . .
A drink or two or three later at the bar
Then a couple more sitting in the booth
Losing the edge pent up tension from before
Us both now quite talkative
Us both now quite oblivious to time
Us both now quite friendlier
Us both now quite guarded still
We now hold hands remembering
Fun times much laughter much smiling
Depressing times much hurt much unhappiness
Like strangers in the night we really are
But not attracted for the very first time
Ready and wanting to start over again
But not so sure of the “forever” part
Interested and yet afraid of what
Next could happen . . .
And then—suddenly it magically happened . . .
Like destiny taking charge at once
Your touch my touch our touch one touch
Emotions exploding eyes probing hands feeling
Moving closer becoming one and one and one
Breathing faint then excited and more so
Crying sobbing laughing smiling revealing
Our eyes locked rocked as one in a spiral
Saying I missed you so much
Saying you missed me so much
A burning yearning desire a trembling fire
Our lips meet sweetly hungrily with much intent
Our desires at fever pitch ravenous and craving
Igniting our passions on fire on fire on fire on fire
Shutting out the rest of the world—be gone from us
While crying holding caressing kissing openly and deeply
We find each other all over again and again
A giddy feeling of love lost yet love found again
Asking why? How come? How could we? Why not?
This time all is forgiven—our bond unbroken
Our love rediscovered our lives restored
Our personalities mesmerized as one
Our minds in tune same time and channel
Our emotions most electric and having fun
Our oneness whole and most rewarding
Our love and desire both for an eternity
Our hearts' afire our hearts’ desire
Our passions on fire my darling!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(October 22, 2014) (Free Verse)
there is a gravity to you
whenever crossing the room
it is an existence that bends light
into an aura capturing my every breath
a plasma that penetrates every atom within
with memories of long ago
when you first walked into my life
from across the room
as you drew near me
my heart counted every step forward
lost in erratic rhythms as they lifted
and returned to Earth
in that face a beauty
causing a full moon to glance
and pause in envy
lips possessing a kittenish smile
driven like a bee to pollen
a promise of being crushed by roses
born from Athenia's brood
and in your eyes a dominion
from which i would be forever held
in John Donne's Ecstasy
these passing years
i still tug on the pigtails
to remind the playground
how much i adore you
just an average man
who stumbled into the arms
of the above average
and careened into eternity
now there will be those of you
quickly to point out
surely there are far too many flowers
packed lovingly in this bouquet
i said average, not stoopid
you take the bolt of cloth down
measure three to four-times
twice and cut is for mechanical thinkers
love has never been a well-oiled machine
a bit more for unexpected contingencies
roll the bolt of cloth more than a tad
in life, one never knows
the lady may have just discovered
she now adores puffed sleeves
i said average, not stoopid
and the lesson i learned from Mr. Darcy
when you open your mouth
let the brain stay idle in speech
and let your heart sing
to the soul, she has in her eyes
therein the permission you seek nests
only the heart can free those wings
and there are never too many flowers
in a bouquet, or a tad more of cloth
be prepared the scouts' teaching
fashion with women are like the seasons
guaranteed to change
did not John Donne ask his love
not to stare into the sun
lest she blinds it
above average, also, not stoopid
OKC 2/14/22
“Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love .” William Shakespeare, Hamlet
"But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity."
Sonnet 14 If Thou Must Love Me
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Darkness falls
Here & everywhere –
Night falls
Bats & owls rule in the darkness;
When will dawn be born?
When will Soja-man count
Counting the myriad of his booties
On the wounds of my Africa?
When darkness falls over mother earth,
Night dims the face of Niger;
Then, hiding fishes emerge,
Countless, as they are, singing
And dancing on the face of Niger
Drumming to the shores
Befriending night & our Niger,
Celebrating the fisherman’s exit
Like a funeral ceremony;
As darkness falls on the region
A stone thrown into the deep ocean
Each clans-man clamours for an idle bed,
Like stragglers fleeing from battlefront,
Every property is left unguarded
To the custody of night
To those possessive arms of darkness,
Then, night sits over the clan like a chief!
Night falls over Africa,
No moon is visible here
Not even a fading star where we lie down;
But, what happened to her bright moon?
Would the sun notice to shine
Over her soil soiled with her own blood?
Here, Soja-man plants his huge feet,
The boot-feet sink the sand of the soft earth;
And leaning on a staff of the silent gun
He bestrides, possessing all the clan
Like an agent of night –
But, when will he count his booties
With all those wounds of new Africa?
Now, he comes here
Wearing a garment of many colours,
Are you Mr. President?
Aren’t you Miss Contract?
Then, Mrs. Administrator?
O, my mistake? Dr. of Law, the Judge?
If none, you are all of the above!
Soja-man, a ruler to be defended,
A servant to be served by all –
Brother, he’s Prof. Contradiction!
Everywhere night persists;
When will day break?
When will the sun smile at my Niger
Soja-man reigns in the darkness;
He eats up each nation
Boring into nature’s treasures
Like ants boring into dry woods;
Yet, ants don’t eat the raw flesh of brother-ants!
Poor warrior! rude ant!
Pretending in a modern benevolence –
Na power dey hungry am!
Wetin you mean, Soja-man?
Na you birthright to rule?
Yes! to rule by boot & bullet?
Darkness falls
Bats & owls rule in the darkness;
When will dawn be born?
Would fishermen ever come to the shore
Of new Africa springing?
Amidst distractions
he’s simply focused
minding his business
so special to him
yes, his bathing spree…
With mirth-filled freedom
he enjoys sans fuss
such hygienic feat
making himself clean
unmindful of me…
Confronted by mindfulness’ enjoyment
I’m resolved for functional settlement
Thankful to God for every blest moment
Optimizing His rich grace endowment.
Choosing to be joyous is my heart’s goal
With peace prevailing over mind and soul
Blissful present engaging welfare whole
Triumphant in fulfilling every role.
Thus, I pray with faith
trusting the Saviour
for our special child
who in his stature
is a great blessing…
While smiting spasm
gripping his movements
he zooms with wheelchair
praising the Lord Who
is mindful* of him.
Possessing a cheerful now perspective
Illumined for Christ’s divine directive
I stay in my ministry objective
Serving with ardor to be productive.
Propped wisely with “today-orientation”
My spirit claims its maximization
Propelled by Holy Spirit’s direction
Jubilant to fulfill designation.
Conscious of schedule
I’m still flexible
with time so precious
for Bible stories
my boy delights in.
Thus, may God forbid
my swerving away
from blest mindfulness
He’s involved me with
Since HE is my life.
*Psalm 115:12 The LORD hath been mindful of us: he will bless us…
June 12, 2021
7th place, "MINDFULNESS" Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 6/13/2021.
…
You advance by the step, destined to accelerate my heartbeat; I have a tendency to feign nonchalant despite my rapid, unsteady breathing.
Petrification courses through me as you stop, millimeters in front of me; shockingly, your touch is quite gentle as you tilt my chin upwards, I notice your grin.
It seems as if you want me to notice your sadistic expression, and in a swift motion you grab the knife I have.
I’m still staring intensely at your smug expression, though I don’t need to see it- I feel it;
…
My stomach has been penetrated- I look down, shaking, and see the knife in, the one you took from me; I drop on my knees while coughing out blood, as I feel my insides out. But when I look back up, you’ve already left, so I attempt to retrieve the warm, sticky, blood spilling out of me.
I know what’s necessary- I crawl across the floor, dizziness possessing my head- my hands tremble as I struggle to open the lid.
I choke as the iron tablets erupt in my throat; accepting my fate, and closing my eyes; Though I’ve been fixed, It won’t be the same.
…
When awoken, my eyes scan the room but narrow at you; there you are, hovering over me; Your idiotic expression courses rage through me as my fear inflicted being screams words like “sadist” and “freak.”
It possesses my every vein until I feel them burst- you’ve stabbed me again…
Though it doesn’t stop there- you proceed to bring the knife down, each stab harder than the last, until eventually you’ve carved a hole through me.
But when you stab me again, you stab me through the hole; it doesn’t hurt anymore.
…
You pulverized me to the point in which it doesn’t hurt anymore.
…
The first time I felt nothing but guilt, rage, panic, fear, and sadness. Though when I was hurt repeatedly, the pain stopped- as you were stabbing nothing but an infinite void in me. I’m not a masochist- the reason of writing this piece was simply to express the following-
The more you get hurt, the less pain you feel. You’ll remain null, and even when healed, you’ll never be the same again; you may be over it, you may be unable to feel pain- though in your head those memories will forever reign.
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