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A random thought on us..
For the past year, I've been getting to know someone as a friend. I wasn't looking for a relationship neither was she. I wasn't expecting anything out of it. I wasn't at a place in my life where I wanted to be with someone. And so, we would learn about each other. We would have meaningful conversations. We would talk about things with substance. Once the general stuff was out of the way, that's when we got into the deeper things. That's when we really started to open up to each other. That's when we showed our true selves to one another. Keep in mind, this is all happening in a matter of months. This was a process, and a very slow process at that. It like we talked every single day hours at a time. We're both living our own individual lives. We're not really scouting.. potential in other people
People crossed our paths that never seem to measure up. But we've always kept each other in mind, I went to go visit her mobay ,clear to mobay and spend time with her. The most fulfilling thing I got to do with her was to getting to know her better and to really know who she is as a person.
The intimacy was electric..There was a day where we literally sat on a couch for hours and we did nothing but talk and while that might sound boring, that was honestly all I wanted and it was so much fun. To someone to let you look into their soul is such a rarity these days, and I'm fortunate enough to say that I've been able to do that.
Honey what I have learned.. what you have to understand is you have to love someone as a friend first before you could love that person as something more because the friendship between you two has to have a strong spiritual foundation to stand in order for it to even have a chance to grow. Most people skip being friends ..There was never a friendship that was established between the two of you so when the lust wears off and the interest fades, what do you really have with that person? Nothing.
To my best friend, my lover,my soul mate..
'Stimulate a girl's mind first before her body, earn her respect first before her affection, and win her trust first before her love because only something genuine will last and it takes time to build."
Be patient and love will find you again.
Tears of such just this a random thought
Sadness or joys for the fleshy beating heart
Unseemly unseeking I'm not looking straight forward
Lamented chess piece ivory casted glass on the board now
In seeking my forwarded righteous mind now
Singled Godly unruly unholy
Where to buy to go around now to ask and wait process
Sets the scales of written text I'm blessed or cursed onslaught
To the point of giving transfer voluntary unexpected transfer yields
Yet the premise my emotional heart hardens I sieze take abruptly suddenly
Intense is mine hearts mind feelings of deepest affection intense joy
Turn yet the premise my feelings unguarded intent ardor passion sexual only desire
Surrender submission I to are equal higher power giving up easing all resistance
Too the point of taking deep darkening control commanding prevails
Embrace affectively close hold are minds arms in acceptance I support you
To the point of taking the unagreeable positions such side variant
In truths I am stated candor honesty genuineness validity
To the point of untruths entertain assertions decitful demoralized
Just so to avoid an punishment
Come us so together as a family a unit humbled by are Father's heart
Abuse, abated non comforting evasive indifferent
differences sense of separation tears of such
Just this random thought ROTATED consciousness POLARITY
My givings I shall bless you versus my grabbing you don't need gimme that
My love in deems so true agape sure versus lusting sexually only
My surrender submission for holiness do diligence
Cast me not domination over others
My embracing those the hearts ceasing war gathered and ending strife
My truths in me instilled in my soul by my Father God
My lies from someone's father the devil
I speak life gathering of all God's people all His Children
I rebuke all unwarranted senses of separations
In Jesus name
The only part of ROTATED Consciousness POLARITY I want
Is the JUST QUALITY OF JESUS HEART
11/8/22
FOR Rotate Consciousness POLARITY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
most instances when i initially seat
myself priming creative literary juices to flow,
an unspecified number hours elapse
before that eureka i.e. Jackie Oh
revelation transpires
witnessing, this scruffy, prickly,
and madly scratching itchy hairs
dotting chinny chin chin of this hobo
hook huns hitters hymns elf
tubby a generic home
er run (hitting) mill
(on the floss sing false teeth)
common everyday fluky,
nippy, nap noopy Joe,
whence upon gestation ova hen chic idea
(Egg heads, merely
scrambled random thought fragments
at that stage) scrunching brow
activates laser focus,
a scattershot burst of tangential thread populate
formerly barren tabula rasa,
sans, Lenovo external screen
once again defying (tomb me
akin to some eternal mystery),
trucked since time immemorial
inexplicable, that sudden ignition
asper cerebral automatic
catalytic converter kickstarter
(hmm...perhaps cogs and gears
housed within medulla oblongata)
foster fecund fertilization,
an inexplicable phenomena,
I dune hot know
explanation, but upon advent
whence, wispy vague undefinable inchoate
coalesce analogous to genesis of animal new life
when there appears just the merest hint
of fledgling wispy notions strive similar
to sperm cells
fervently whipsawing vis a vis,
via flagellation motility misfits
and false starts before this crotchety scribe
mollycoddles crux of embryonic idea
congeals, expresses, and forms
grandiose manifest destiny
mentioned above i.e. Ho
Lee Judas Priest remaining catharsis
seems like a versatile
self determining tour de force
whereat fingers of the lefthand
move of their own volition spilling forth poe
whet tree once expended leaves (of grass)
finds me Walt sing whit man nigh hick cull
tickled pink with a soft after glow.
What provides comedians the gift of speech
uncensored with lessons that teach?
Their open mindedness provoking ease
undeterred to speak as they please.
How easily the comedic commentary flows
to places typical populace dare not go
and those few who do
too easily are declared hatred spewed.
I cannot judge, it is not my place
and it stares me in the face.
that history can be lost
at freedoms repeated cost.
Today there are so many points off limits
words not to say in any scrimmage;
should they slip out no matter how you pretend
they are deemed words none dare defend;
unless -
race, gender or personage might use them
it's understood, they are free to abuse them.
I'm not prejudiced, no, really I'm not
but every now and then I have to question saying
WHAT? -
some random thought emerges
with a hint of deceptive questioning surges
Can't I reason and ponder
without fear I am on the brink
of vocalizing what I might think.
Comedic relief displays,
the hidden prejudice revealed in wordplay;
for blacks to say the N word is okay and accepted
but for the whites it is hatred protected;
while LBGT communities seek unity
others are not allowed displeasured scrutiny;
your religion is blind faith for Muslim and Jew
should you practice in this state if it's not my view?
how often is it true
that what we say is not what we always do.
Indeed, there are those
who speak hatred in their prose
but not everyone is afraid
to say that freedom is a sharpened blade.
Freedom of speech, the right to bear arms,
Freedom of religion without harm;
the Bill of Rights fought and well payed
too easily fades away on the paper frayed.
George Carlin revealed it all so well
surely those thoughts and images, could not send us all to hell.
“If it’s true that our species is alone in the universe,
then I’d have to say that the universe aimed rather low
and settled for very little.”
Random thought
2.pm while dining at an eatery somewhere in Port Maria, crowded eatery ,
Lot of chattering around , youngsters, families, but a conversation perked my attention. It was a father talking to his son , son of about 6-7 years old.. it went something like this.
Father: "Bwoy ,if yuh spill de drink agwan thump thump in yuh head"
Son: Laughing
Father: "Eat de sumting or a stab yuh in yuh head!!"
Son : Still amused!
I sat , I thought deeply about this, it disturbed me, it ruined my day,
Should I speak with him , but I couldn't , so I got up to leave, this feeling persisted .
As I passed ,here was a father, a family man , enjoying a lunch out with his children..
I stopped , signalled to him , I asked if he could excuse himself a moment..
He looked around , to confirm if I was speaking to him...
Now I am almost 6' ,the man stood maybe 6'3- 6 '4 , 230lbs..
I said ,my brother , I couldn't help over hearing the conversation with your son..I had to choose my words carefully, I explained I also have boys, children look up to you, they will emulate your every move, repeat your every word , I explained that I knew he was playing ,but when you say harsh ,violent words that child will imitate those very actions,
I told him of my experience with my own sons, how my older sons have distanced themselves , because of the treatment meted out to them..
I told him of my youngest son ,whom I don't intend to make that same mistake.
He explained he had just been deported ,about 2 months ago, and in prison in the US ,you have to be tough, you have to be cold..He said when he plays with his children at home like this ,they laugh...
I then explained that this same behavior will be passed unto your son's children, and their children..and so it continues..
In parting , In wished him well, and I hope he thinks about what I said..
I sincerely hope I got through to him..
Character
What defines us becomes very clear at times,
when the generous spirit works in echoes of frames.
Beside the task of generating month end meets,
are the relations and trust with its deeds.
When prejudice and temptations are wrought,
establishing a particular colour in random thought.
As long the endeavors are not influenced true inward light,
the path before only seem to fall into direction of bright.
Can you with natural intuition very clear discern,
that true knowledge is an act of aware moments to learn.
Be a part of eternal resolve and hold it there,
and make this presence a pleasure to care.
Then those who go in company of vain,
are doomed by insecurities and negotiation on a late train.
Tying to solve the necessity to self-righteous gain,
not seeing the sentiment causing disappointing pain.
The agony to control the moment by influence rights,
trying to subdue the outcome by all might’s.
The act of manipulation as such becomes the endeavor,
in the name of compassionate rendered favor.
Then if the occasions will rise,
there will be no need to any scarifies.
The ‘if’ and all far fetched stories of suffering and distress,
are the cherry on top for the image in tenderness.
Those who take the law of reason as depends,
will have to question, the attraction to strange friends.
The temptation to influence the serene still,
is to challenging the forces of darkness coming to will.
Some of us have the right foundation taken to test,
providing the true peace that exist, for mental rest.
Then every moment with all its caring virtues therein,
is the solution by characters senses combine.
I put some thought, random thought
Into life
Maybe I should take bigger bites instead of nibbling
On it because it doesn’t seem to keep stretching after I reach the halfway mark
Doesn’t matter now because the water is boiling and
I can’t find
A bigger pot to put this dead animal in
I don’t really understand why we put dead animals into our mouths
It tastes good but I still don’t understand
A lot of things happen like that
I watch the neighbor open the door and place a well worn box outside
I remember him taking that in a couple months ago
On my way in from the grocery store with some
apples and peanut butter
Not to sound too cliché
But i feel we are all worn boxes waiting outside
To see if when we are going to be picked up and taken to the next place
That kind of thought belongs in a poem
Things like these always belong in a poem
Maybe I should say we are all like
apples and peanut butter
But those go together too well to be metaphor
I don’t know what I’m trying to say but
this is a poem
Money evades me, it really likes to
After it shines so brightly in my hand I never can seem to get enough
I am Narcissistic enough to look in a mirror
my mind is a mirror
At times I only see myself and things start spinning
Spinning spinning spin spin
And my mind, once so sheer that it only reflects what I see, gets scratched
Until it’s quite unclear and the
reflection only shows hazy images
It’s so quiet, just like knowledge
My wisdom in a mirror
18 years young and I won’t pretend like I know what I’m talking about
But this is a poem
Jump Start (( collaboration * SUSAN BURCH ))
by~ Poet D:
How did it come to this?
You and me down memory bliss..
Some where in between losing my self ..
I misplaced the dust remover off my shelf..
Now I will march on like a cheerful parade..
Smiling my big pearly whites, as you begin to fade...
I disguised the use, when you called me a broken down car..
Adjusting all the plugs under my hood, I reached in to far...
.
I touched and fondled every mound and tendency inside of me..
All my heart needed, was a bran new battery..
I found my own cure, reviving my broken heart disease..
Blocking the sunburn from jumping of my heart like a trapeze..
I got rocks stored in my pocket, that came with a guarantee..
Sustaining weight on my weakened knees, reassuring me warranty
***by~ SUSAN BURCH
That I will get through this, without you to drive
I have a map of the world, traced on my thighs…
You may have held the moon, but not anymore
There are millions of galaxies for me to explore …
Once I face the dark and horrible truth
That I didn’t like who I was, with you…
That’s why I shouldn’t be starving, for your attention
When all you gave me, were paltry inventions…
Instead I’ll wave bye, at my shriveled heart’s cost
And immediately stop sniffing, our love’s exhaust…
In time you’ll be nothing but a tumbleweed
A random thought I won’t even keep…
When I’m fully restored, you’ll be left in the dust
And I’ll be stronger than I ever was …
A Collaboration *Susan Burch
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
Today's lesson..
Pastor Jason couldn't understand it, he had heard about his father's upcoming wedding a week before the event, though he disapproved of the bride to be,a glaring age difference, he still would wish his dad all the best, but no invitation came.
He thought he would call just out of curiosity to see if maybe ,just maybe his name or the invitation had been somehow mislaid.
He thought against doing so.
Other persons asked if he would see him at the wedding , but of course, it's my father.
The day before still no call ,no invitation .
Reluctantly he went ,along with his wife ,his children.
There would be more shocks as during the toast ,as the toaster made mention of his son ,who unfortunately could not be there as he was currently working in the Bahamas, it finally dawned on him ,this wasn't a mistake ,and oversight , he and his family were deliberately cast aside.
Jason boldly scrambled his thought, too many , if the earth could open and swallow him.
After the toast he bravely went to congratulate the father ,at which his father looked right through him, not even acknowledging his presence.A harsh lesson ,but a lesson done the less.He left with his family.No one uttering a word...
This was the testimony by our pastor today , simply saying the one who will never disown you, shun you or forsake you , is God ,yes, you may at times ignore , distance yourself from him, turn your back , deny him,but he is always ,and will always be there for you..
A random thought
Another fine spring day gently dying,
Subtle variegated colors and
Tender vivid greens are dappled now
With golden flecks and dollops of buttery sunlight.
Shadows begin their mysterious, meticulous
March across flowers and shrubbery
As they lengthen and deepen closer to the ground.
Standing at my open study window,
I can feel the struggling, waning sun
Slanting softly across my face
As it caressingly bids me a reluctant au revoir.
A palpable silence descends and seems to reign for a moment.
The very air outside appears to shimmer, almost to vibrate,
As if alive with a joyful, youthful exuberance
Too frenetic to be contained.
Through the open casement a renegade breeze steals craftily in,
Brushes my cheeks with cool tantalizing fingers,
And brings with it the seductively heady perfume of a burgeoning earth.
My body strains to embrace
And merge with this welcome newness
As the random thought occurs to me that people are like the spring.
Both are from the past and live many lives,
But, unlike the past which is dead,
Something that is over and cannot return
Except in memory,
People, like the earth each spring,
Reawaken, reinvent themselves and move on.
I, too, feel alive, joyous, youthful and exuberant
As this notion, like the sheer curtains at my window,
Is caught by that cunning, inveigling breeze
And flutters out again like a capricious spirit escaping.