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Born of stardust to experience duality.
Should I thank my Ancestors for providing a path to me?
They say sweet baby don't you cry.
But I don't know how to lie.
They say an empty vessel makes too much noise.
But I don’t know how to fill it with my voice.
They say look before you leap.
But I am afraid I will fall in too deep.
They say seek the daily truth.
But I am afraid it won't suit.
They say the tone of your voice speaks louder than your words.
But I have an amplifier with me to be heard.
They say an ounce of protection is worth a pound of cure.
But I have none of the symptoms for sure.
They say listen to your heart's melody.
But I have a brain to follow my heresy.
They say temper your ego for it does not know divine timing.
But I love me being me in finding.
They say put your best foot forward.
But I love to read books with no foreword.
They say explore all paths and leave no stone unturned.
But I love to get lost in the woods in turns.
They say a rolling stone gathers no moss.
But I proclaim so do the stones that cost.
They say temper your ignorance, superstition and fear.
But I proclaim to be present here to be rid of fear.
They say being part is being whole.
But I proclaim everything is the same in the blackhole.
They say push the envelope
But I proclaim it is better first to say hello.
They say listen to your heart and intuition.
But I seek the proper instructions.
They say don't stop believing.
But I seek fulfilled living.
They say wrap your troubles in dreams and dream them away.
But I seek clarity when I am awake.
They say see the true colors and hear the true sounds.
I now know that is the source of true surrounds.
They say time shall heal all wounds.
I now know patience is a key to making mounds.
They say all is well that ends well.
I now know there is no journey, it's all destinations.
They say bridge the gap.
I go to formless from form.
They say inform yourself to reform yourself.
I go into the void where there is no self.
They say better late than never.
I go where there is no time.
Thank you for holding the truths and sowing tender love.
Now it's my turn to shine the light and reap tenderly in the Gardens of Thoughts.
if i do this same routine will i eventually get it right
change or justify my thinking
rationalsie away the blues
put away cynical abuses never was worth it
substitute the perfect circle of my own familiar patterns
of what i learned i can do
take a list of my skills
do what i am capable of
make a routine that serves me
eventually push the envelope and learn from different routines
familiar mistakes
Old mans winter soul
lost in the mail
someone wishing their way to go an a hot date
baby you wanna dance with me
promise you wont kiss and tell
never mind your no saint
you cant do it for me
ill do it for myself
myself
coldest dreams
silver shining
delightful canldle dreams finding fancy strings
soo deep
where do wee go now
crash and burn from the back seat
crash and burn
startt with what you know
keep it simple
go with the flow
easy does it
step by step
familiar successe along the road to treasures
of old man winter's soul
theres this one thing
the lost thing
the runaway train of lady luck got away
nobodys listening anyway
inbetween the confusion the ghost lingers to say
the hungery eyes of the wolf
is my love on a valentiners day
shameful waste of time
to ennable yourself today
and be someone else
and rise to a bigger challenge again
circles
walking in circles
of shadowboxing
dance routines of pushups
jumping jack flash back hit that
dance fore your life
yopu get yours ill get mine
a stamp to send it along the way
no energy to call it along the way
no place to go anyway
its all my fault for being born this way
im the one no one wantyed anyway
good rthing they sold me
to a better place
hope its cold when i get there
hell frozedn over
why they soo happy to see me
im old man winter
miserable
miserable old man winter
lost in the mail
miserable miserable old man winter
lost in the mail
Form:
Inflected Speech
Inflected Speech
She said “is this all that you are getting this morning”
OH the connotations of that speech
There is at least three interpretations of inflected speech in me.
Eye was in the Market and the bread was spendy to me eye added peppers not
so many seven in the bag to total out quite less the two dollars for the me. Was it
not enough? was she the gruff store owner selling stuff or just concerned for the
young man's anatomy the love inside the heart? Eye turned to stone and got rock
hard and answered not. But wait it could even be just simple courtesy.
She is not in love with me but she is a girl endowed and wondering
at a man so poor as to buy only bread and peppers instead of meat that most
Neanderthal sportsmen eat. Mabe just mabe she thought of me. Or like a lover
and a wife and a mother yes eye did eye heard all that from such a young young
woman behind a counter of command. But then she is nice to other men and
they buy none.
They push the envelope with me they grunt.
Who pays for all the meat they eat they do not complete my smile or ask for bread
afforded me eye smiled in vain to help no one today.
My meat is added to the bread to make the table for my head the meat is meat
you knoe not of complete.
If she thinks me poor than t'was a miss. Amiss she is the miss.
And now eye smile at this my poem made in jest. A test of one more day of life.
When the magician revels his secret is the show over as the curtain drops does the magic just die within the soul of the master of illusion or is to inspire another group to bring unbelievable acts to the world. Acts not of the same class and style but to get one to try fail and learn is one of the greatest honors one can hold. To push the envelope to make the mind think of whole new possibility to create something beautiful out of the darken souls within. For i have had the honor to tell my tale threw the words and wisdom i have been granted to see and experience in this thing we call life. Rather people listen to my rambling who knows but to leave the learning and guidelines for those drawn to them by destiny it self is what i am after. For in life we ask and hope and want but if we really need it will be guided some way or another so i sit back and think of the past the present the future and smile and thats all right for this author. So i encourage i push all in the name of a better tomorrow with more pieces of self for others to enjoy so i say write what and let the emotion bleed into the paper shred the chords of your heart strings and paint the imaginary of your soul.
Young men in virile stride
Pass to see the prize that awaits.
Competitive glares that will push the envelope
Who will stand to accept the honor?
"You will never win the Spaceman of the Year Award!!"
"I will SO!"
Into the chamber for another test
Mistakes made here cause no harm, but for another try.
Out on the pad the candle waits
. . . 3, 2, 1, and the earth trembles.
In weightless triumph, a linking to the station
Tasks completed, only to find the Scytheman lurks aboard.
Decisions made must be obeyed
Life, in a momentary test of wills.
A Commander must make the choice
"You haven't the love of humanity for it !!!"
Love, Humanity, Home he will never see again
Heavy his heart as his choice is in the mirrored image he sees.
"Get OFF my spaceship!"
A struggling crew depart
Cramped quarters aboard the station to await eventual rescue.
Commander alone
His "Good-byes" over the static.
Up at the zenith
The pockmarked Statesman glows.
A wry smile cosses his countenance as he hears the words
"Commander, you are the Spaceman of Life!!"
You fought back the feelings to resist the inner pain
In anguish your head spins as pea soup,
In madness the silence etched in the fragmentation of the lower portion of skull
A baracade is opened doors in swift desolation
Doors of perception in viable twig feature
Bondage Breaker
God loves you the way that you are yet
Refuses to leave you as such
In a crazy world filled with devils in a rush
You push the envelope & then,
Sorrow provides an opened door for the inner healing to begin;
Sadness is shocked as a filter in the brain
We fall prey to the devil's scheme & then
Inner pain twisted as a fever inside,
The walls of perception make us all want to run away & hide
To hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise
Can't we all see through Satan's stupid idiotic lies
Or does this notion in thought come at a big enough surprise?
In boiled hot water as the temptess flame
Not having her in my arms is driving me insane
In love we hide through closed doors & chill
The thrill to soar & anguish still
I guess their is no such thing at any happy medium?
hello everyone
after reading SENORITA SEXY SENRYUS by Panagiota Romios
I was inspired to write the entry below
I was reminded of a late poetess Pam who wrote under the name of gungalo
always did gungalo push me to write of love and to push the envelope
I am thankful for that and I am thankful to Pangie today
blessings to all
thank you
"a beautiful world"
because of you and you alone
I see through a magical window
a beautiful world I call my own
with wide island eyes that glow
at times I look to see what you see
hoping you discover all this is real
and accept your love is right for me
gazes and whispers I'll forever steal
because of you I feel as never before
with every beat every pulse every touch
we dress to undress leading us to more
love we express that is never to much
only the outside light peering in sees
such beauty of love silhouettes at hand
watching desires move like a sea breeze
for there is no other who holds command
SkyWatcher
03-01-23
"I don't know, but my strategy is
to live my life like there is" ...
I do not HAVE to kill -hate-
commit acts against children –
I can avoid stealing- I can avoid lying,
I can avoid, coveting. I cannot waddle in hate,
but I can be angry and hate what God hates.
I may not make good choices sexually
but I can ask for forgiveness.
I do not know if there is a hell,
but I am not going to push the envelope.
I am not going to prepare to go there.
My strategy is to live my life like there is.!
I thought I was in hell living in America.
I thought all they did to me and mine
Would be paid for. I cannot Fathom
Then being punished twice;
While the wicked ones
Gets the best of both worlds.
I hope there is a place of punishment.
For those that deserve going there
For me, I am not fantasizing, and
God never ask me to kill in his name
Nor start a war in his name
Nor beat my beliefs into anyone.
Is there a hell? I don’t know.
I just live my life like ''I don’t want to go''!
Right With You
Love me gently
Love me right
Right as rain
Right is mighty
Mighty emotional
Mighty in love
Love me always
Love me now
Now or later
Now or never
Never leave me
Never push
Push the envelope
Push the button
Button button who got the button
Button up
Up up and away
Up and down
Down to earth
Down for the count
Count Dracula
Count on me
Me and you
Me and you in love
Love me sweetly
Love me true
True love
True love
Love is all we need
Love is blue
Blue suede shoes
Blue moon
Moon and stars
Moon light
Light of my life
Light is love
Love me in the morning
Love me all the time
Time flies
Time bandit
Bandit on the loose
Bandit of love
Love makes the world go round
Love is you and I
I fooled around and fell in love
I love you
You are so beautiful
You take my breath away
Away beyond the blue
Blue...
Away...
1.29.2017©deborah burch
Blitz
Within Dantesque fields of dust a calcifugous crushing crust
In layers of lactating lust demoniac deception a deist distrust
Hibernating hallucinations of hope in cathedrals trying to cope
As we push the envelope on a rambunctious rapacious slope
Tangled in declivitous dreams haunting breaths of silent screams
Reality is not what it seems sailing souls in sanguineous streams
Rays of darkness in derelict display like the mantis in perpetual pray
Dragon’s fire of seditious spray falling asleep admits meadows grey
Mellifluous mansions of desire nestled in the night a papal pacifier
Mephistophelian monstrosities up for hire an abysmal abulic attire
Dancing demons in anamorphic air a scurrilous seduction in a stare
Fallacious faces in their lair semisynthetic surroundings in a scare.
Jan.22.2018
Nightmares
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