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Such a yearning in my heart to find a one
No, find the one
With the appropriate prerequisites
The right experience
The proper internships to complete my externship
The perfect applicant
Just right for the job
After many interviews and several orientations
I was able to convince myself you didn’t exist
Until…
That long conversation we had on that night off
I didn’t know what it was
Maybe it was your voice
Or maybe your laugh
All I know- is that at that moment,
The idea of the perfect applicant,
No, employee, rushed back into my mind
You may possibly know this, but I’ve never told you
So I guess now is the best time
Your cosmic beauty and your angelic sound waves
Bring my black hole to the brink of bewilderment
You send my mind on expeditions to another galaxy
Yet, like the roots of the oak tree, you are so grounded
You know not how you have impacted my life
At times, you fill me with the vivacity that I thought I could only find in the fiction
paperbacks
I live in awe with you
And like I said, you may not know,
So simply put…
I’m feeling you
The sheer maintenance of the probability,
Nothing is comparable to our garrulous mendacity.
Nothing can be called a consummate pattern,
Except for any tremendous aching, this life would only be a fallacious earn.
You are just an archetypal passer-by without any aim,
You want to play an unwarranted game.
Your loudest silence is another offence,
In this horrifying reality, you are nothing but an object of pretence.
I am only a creep,
Who cannot conclude anything by hearing a beep.
I am nothing but a remiss whisper,
Who always follows the astute pied pipers.
We are the prerequisites for the uncustomary laws,
You and I are awaiting the perfect pause.
To pause for the first time is to give us a promotion,
To resume our voice is just waiting for the untold damnation.
In my feathers, you will live long,
Throughout the flight to blessed hell, you want to sing an eerie song.
You want to reside in my flawless illusion,
This unfeasible expedition is nothing but a callous vision.
I recently have heard
from a people of growing remorse,
Perhaps we should add to Presidential prerequisites
some prior experience in public service.
While this has always been a personal requirement,
I had not thought we would need a legal restriction,
where logical and moral imperatives are so blatantly transparent
and mutually compatible.
If you need heart and brain surgery
and have a list of candidates to choose from,
And you instead choose your dentist
because you are uncertain about those distant names
but you know how your dentist smells and tastes,
then we should be alarmed
if you also propose
to lead our way on health care planning
and Earth climate therapies,
insurance,
assurance,
compassionate reassurance,
especially when early drafts specifically disinvest
of dental care,
and inside
and outside nutritional development
for public as extended family service.
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I burn the midnight air with questions,
Thin syllables crack like bones in the dark.
No teacher waits behind the door—
Only the echo of my own demand.
A hunger sharper than teeth,
A solitude that bruises the ribs,
The patience to swallow dust and ashes,
To peel silence back until it bleeds.
Books are stone fruits, bitter in the mouth,
I crush them with my tongue until they sweeten.
The mirror is merciless,
It asks me what I deserve to know.
Discipline is a blade I must learn to wield,
Loneliness a candle flickering on my desk.
I must dismantle myself to read myself,
Construct a cathedral of fragments.
Knowledge is marrow—devoured or lost.
The ask is silence, let’s see what it takes
To hush the blush of senses five
On flow of turbid thought, to apply brakes
Yet keeping awareness alive
Sipping nectar from heart’s bliss hive
These prerequisites require surrender
Choosing to shift from head to heart
Throb of magnetism, silent bliss thunder
Ignites on adding love to cart
Enabled, no sooner we start
To become as such, we must choose to shift
It’s not a game of make belief
With focus held firm, that we do not drift
We willingly turn a new leaf
At last offering soul relief
Bliss enabled but we’re still in realm dual
As yet enslaved by time and space
Though cravings of ego no longer rule
And we have slowed down our life’s pace
We’ve yet to see God, face to face
A time does come when we see ego die
Simply stated, it falls away
It is then we see, earth life is a lie
Beholding Self, as clear as day
A vibrant, pulsating sun ray
How still is our silence, if we’ve not seen
Truth of who we really are
Light of a thousand suns, is our soul’s sheen
Here within, not somewhere afar
Aflame, like a luminous star
DAYS LOST TO NIGHTS SUNSHINE TO THUNDER
AS IF THE PIRATE GODS RETURN TO PILLAGE
HUMANITY FOR MISTAKES MADE TO FEED THEIR SAVAGE HUNGER
NO ESCAPE NO REPRIEVE NO NEGOTIATING JUST DEATH OF THE VILLAGE
WE CAN ASK FOR FORGIVENESS AND PRAY WE ARE HEARD
BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY WE GOT TOGETHER TO ENJOY THE BENEFIT
BUT TRULLY WE DIDNT DO THE WORK TO THINK WE DID IS ABSURD
MAYBE IF WE HAD SET AN EXAMPLE A SAVIOR WOULD HAVE BEEN MORE ATTENTIVE BUT WE DIDNT FULFILL THE PREREQUISITES
TEARS OF THE LAND BLOOD OF THE SANDS
PRAYERS OF THE SACRED HOLY LANDS
CAN YOU HEAR THEM NOW AS THEY SILENTLY HOWL
PLEASE DO NOT DESTROY US FOR THE ACTIONS OF ONLY MAN
Perfection's reserved for God
we mortals must deal with less.
For beauty's more than you see
and lives in souls others bless.
Flattery fuels conceit
with its perfusion of lies.
For passion's prerequisites
aren't meant to recruit the wise.
Feelings of loneliness are
held hostage within the heart.
For reality is harsh
crushing dreams before they start.
But life is imbued with hope,
for every soul is a gem.
Who can see its true beauty
with only eyes to guide them?
When you believe in yourself,
pangs of crippling self-doubt cease.
And feeling confident, your
odds of finding love increase.
(Quatrain)
1/28/2015
Wagon John's Campsite
Bald Hill, Okla
By: Tom Wright
9/98
It was a typical Oklahoma August and the temperature had been soaring above 100, for several days. John was camped about 15 miles from our home and we,
(we being my wife and I), had driven to John's campsite to deliver his mail, and to share his wit and philosophy. He, his two wagons, five mules, two horses, and three dogs were on their way to New Mexico. We were delivering medicine that he would need. (My wife is Postmaster) His campsite had all the prerequisites of a good campsite as it had huge Oak trees for shade, green grass, and water in a nearby creek for the animals. He had been mending harness and it was strewn about the camp. Like John, being well weathered, it surely had a story to tell. During our conversation, we discussed his dogs, the price of horseshoe nails, and the intelligence of his mule Mollie, who I saw eating Poison Ivy from a tree while standing knee deep in green grass. Go figure. While noticing that he wasn't cooking, nor making what he called "Cowboy Coffee", my wife mentioned the heat and the campfire. Wagon John asked if we knew why he had the fire? Having been blessed with an analytical mind I shot back, ambiance or atmosphere. For the same reason people burn fireplaces in homes when other than for heat. That it makes your camp seem "Homey". He replied that was true but only a part of it. (There are no incorrect answers with John). That it was really for company. That the crackling of the embers were actually talking to us. In his solitude, he has learned to feel and appreciate those little things that most of us never notice or that we take for granted. While I looked at his fire and saw heat, he looked at the same fire and saw companionship. The first time I shared John's camp, I arrived a stranger, having no preconceived notions. I departed as a life long friend having been made much wiser for the experience. I thank you'll find Wagon John to be just "Folks".
Form:
Who made you?
Nature made me.
Why are you black?
I could ask ,"Why are you white?"
My whiteness defines me.
Blackness seems to separate me
Well,we were here first.
How can that be ,when we share so much?
I don't figure that
Underneath our skins,we are all the same
Just what do you mean?
Don't we all need the same prerequisites to remain alive?
I grant you that we cannot survive without air,water, food and shelter
Bones, organs and blood bind us together
Don't tell me that nature created gays and trans people.
Well how did they come to be except through nature?
Now you are just having a laugh.
You believe in God don't you?
Fervently.
And so do I.
Naw,your God is different from mine.
How can that be when there is only one God?
Just look at the Bible and learn from that.
Are you talking about the whole Bible or just the Old Testament?
The greater part is the Old Testament.
So does that make the New Testament the lesser part and so less important?
It makes more sense to me that way
But you keep on talking about Jesus, and his mission was to get us to love one another
That's too simplistic and overrated.
Why did Jesus tell us to love our neighbour,our enemy and to go out and teach all nations?
It's that last part which tells us we are the superior beings.
Why don't you read the Our Father carefully?
I don't know what you mean.
If the words,"Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trepass against us" don't resonate with you, you are condemning yourself and being a hypocrite.
What about gays and trans people?That ain't natural.
Who made them?They are all God's creatures,made by God Himself.
You are never going to convince me.
Well you had better read the whole Bible more carefully