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Here is the situation as I see it
It's now time for me to just admit
For this moment, I will commit
I have loved you from the very start
The day I met you, it pricked my heart
Bearing witness as I fell completely apart
You smiled at me, and you said hello
The impact you had you didn't know
I melted inside. I know it had to show
As your voice turned me into a captive
I said wow, you're so beautifully attractive
My words lost as I became hyperactive
I knew there was nothing I wouldn't do
Or anything I wouldn't simply go through
Just to see that wonderful smile on you
I could see there was something there
To those brown eyes and pretty red hair
No other woman could even compare
That's why I was lost from the beginning
As I write, I am even reflectively grinning
Because of this, there would be no winning
By you, my heart was stolen from the start
I beg you, please don't ever leave or depart
Lost without you, I never want to be apart
On the dark side of the sun
So hard to see beyond yourself
Too bright to see the back yard
Of the stars behind the curtain
Behind the mind of time
Are oceans really on the sun?
The forest for the trees exposed
Hides other life forms dressing up
In purple skins of nitroglycerin
Globes covered in raw happy light
Explode their particles to the stars
Rays of rain, subsisting on a solar song
Small objects rounding out the day
Drops of water turn to cosmic mist
Pulsing lights surf on raw waters energy
The proof is in believing everything is wet
Not water in the purest sense adrift
Cast more water on troubled water?
Oceans away the concept seems absurd
Seen through telescopic lenses end
If you must cast aspersions then
See mysteries around the corner
---------------Bend--------------------
Shadows know their way around
Crueler things found in the dark
A dispersion of light bursts forth
Reflectively genuflecting to sight
The other side of midnight dawns
Certainly without a drop of water
The dark side of the sun moves on
The sands of entropy in chaotic times,
settle on the shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments wafting with the dispersed dust,
the truth of belief in turmoil oscillates
in the ruffling surge of mayhem.
In the efflux of errant disarray,
everything changes in nonplussed instants.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade of intuition,
reflectively masked.
In the squall of divesting consternation,
the disheveled mind in a state of confusion
splinters the leitmotif of emotions.
The confounded cascade of disquiet
drifts them to the misty oblivion.
Yet, when the palace of sands
on the shore of yearning tumbles down,
the psychic waves of feelings
break with the tune of fading ecstasy,
composing the music for the memory,
partly cloudy.
I lie on the cold, damp grass,
alone;
staring reflectively
at the hole
in the tent above me.
I'm only here because I promised;
or rather, you made me promise.
The sky I see through the hole
is dull and grey
and the music drifting heavily
from the stage in the distance
is the darkest blue.
When we laid here in the grass
together;
Just last year;
the sky we saw through the hole
Above us
was bright, light blue,
and the music blared in dazzling colours:
of yellow, red, orange,
and deep purple.
We laughed ourselves silly
about the hole.
The rain dripped in at night
collected in a pan;
the rhythmic drips
keeping time with the music;
or so we convinced ourselves.
Today the rain drips
and makes a damp puddle
on my chest;
next to my heart.
The blue hole is no longer.
The dull grey hole that replaced it;
is like the dead hole left inside me
now that you have gone.
Blue Hole Poetry Contest: Placed 3rd.
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Date wrote: 24-05-2021
I noticed just yesterday
while glowering about something else
now already
once again
forgotten...
I seem to have lost my good-sensed humor
along my stumbling
isolating internal say
Toward this red STOP! sign
searching for a different way
To find a new Earth center
for healing active hope,
To sing new scales of joyful
sad sharp focus
Performed more locally
and possibly reformed less reflectively
mesmerized by fame's monopolistic grope.
This new reselective time
Less silently reserved
Less anxiously depressed
Less repressively suppressed.
Each morning's dawn warning
to worship at new altars
Renewing robust octaves of communion
encompassing organic green nutrition
To redesign all creatures here below
more positive above
good-humored love
with timeless passions
hilariously sensed together
yet tragically shoved
apart.
If I were not so sweet sixteen
prepared to restart home's immigration scene
again for my first time,
what would I rechoose to do
becoming compassion's singing rally
with rainbow hearted allies?
If I were thirty-three,
my age of messianic crossfire
for all to red angry
horrifying see,
what would I choose to resurrect again?
And why would this revoiced
rechoiced healthier community
support potentiating integrity
with more robust good humor
this well-timed passed over
and back around
on sacred wellbeing
more interfaith
as multiculturally safe
and healthy ground?
If I were twice
my god's reflective age
revived,
what would we joyously choose
to re-member
as half-life good golden sense
for revolving salvation's climate humor?
For this tragic comedy
of tumorous migration
anxiously anticipating
integrity's full ZeroScores
restoring just right species
may not be mine
next time back around
multiculturing herstory
All together one predation
praying for exterior relations
more integral summations
than humorless,
silent rumorless
quiet aging absence
of eternal sad-paced
barely surviving mercy
At least sufficient for noticing,
just yesteryear
while glowering about something else
now already strange sadly *****
once again forgotten.
He left on the train leaving his family behind
Oh feeling such pain one needn't ever remind
And as it pulled away the tears now overflow
It's tough when that day you just don't know
A home now so seemingly empty as I sit on his bed
He was always the pride in me in every word I said
But now he is so grown as I think back on the past
Had I known, I would of tried harder to make it last
I have but one true support who holds me up each day
Around my son a fort protecting his step in every way
Where would I be without the Grace of our Lord above
As He will replace all your doubt with all His Divine love
Oh you'll go up and down, but back and forth it is not
I let Jesus where the crown being thankful for what I got
Your best interest at heart He will never steer you wrong
For He Himself is the whole part in all of what you now long
With anything problem in any area that you are dealing with right now,
Reflectively and quietly speak to Him about it and He will give you an answer.
It may not be the answer you want to hear, but it will be the right answer.
And tell Him to tell you twice, because sometimes you don't hear too well.
A fact and a fallacy,
Our observable reality.
A space shared by so many,
Exploring and forming its identity.
Through thoughts from you and me,
Comparing, preparing collectively.
Inner worlds act reflectively,
Creating what you see.
Acting as the entity,
Carrying you to me.
To my destiny,
To the rest of me.
The best of me,
Who I truly see.
A symphony to the Galaxy,
One entity separately.
All creating energy,
Finding balance in harmony.
Disarming negativity,
With heightened sensitivity.
We start shifting collectively,
Perceptively.
Our Perspective equally,
On being the change We wish to see.
Living respectively,
Spreading positivity.
Reflecting a reality you wish to see,
Without labels or scarcity.
I sometimes reconsider
all our politicians
and economists,
Not as party-line teachers,
or even dogmatic preachers,
instead as future forecasting,
co-infesting deep past
and present listening
with compassioning
co-empathic
therapeutic intent
to laugh and sing.
Who is not
at least a private health care politician
seeking to empower our heart-felt constituencies
and not to disempower?
What responsible adult
is not at least a personal wealth economist?
Praying for divine enlightenment
and not so much
inhumane
depressing endarkenment?
Who has been
cause-effect
effectively recausing
counter-culturally
exposed to Buddhist master laughter?
Meditation in silly groups
feeling nearly giddy
with short-term relief
from mountainous depression
valleys of despair
Surprised,
perhaps dismayed,
that such a fake
pretending dervish exercise
might portend more
than our species' economic
political
anti-ecological demise.
I further wonder
if all Earth's depressed
suppressed
oppressed
repressed muted muses
Silenced
stunned
sunk by political sadness
dispiriting badness
economic madness
of Earth's Great Transitional Pandemic
Might discipline our lonely
lethargic
neglected bodies
to dance
until our minds remember how to sing
and ring
ping and ding
a liturgy of sacred laughter things
together regathering
For re-empowering compassioned muses
enlightening sacred ecstatic economists,
co-investing companies and choirs
of moving
mindful
musicality,
harmony,
synergy,
win/win cooperative energy,
sufficient for eco-politically heart-felt
lung-filled integrity
To more reflectively reconsider
all our singing polities
and EarthDance economies
sanctifying dervish universal
universities.
A fact and a fallacy,
Our observable reality.
A space shared by so many,
Exploring and forming its identity.
Through thoughts from you and me,
Comparing, preparing collectively.
Inner worlds act reflectively,
Creating what you see.
Acting as the entity,
Carrying you to me.
To my destiny,
To the rest of me.
The best of me,
Who I truly see.
A symphony to the Galaxy,
One entity separately.
All creating energy,
Finding balance in harmony.
Disarming negativity,
With heightened sensitivity.
We start shifting collectively,
Perceptively.
Our Perspective equally,
On being the change We wish to see.
Living respectively,
Spreading positivity.
Reflecting a reality you wish to see,
Without labels or scarcity.
NonViolently listening
contentedly
conveniently
is not too much
Communing
courageously win/win
curiously co-invested
in contagiously copassionate
communication events
Writing
and discussing
reflecting
and sharing
conversing
and dancing
while singing
and nonverbally musing
moving outside
as inside
Golden Rules
of and for revolutionary
peace actions,
cooperative intentions
And reactions
while deep listening
win/win contentedly
mindfully speaking
remembering
reconnecting
healing
singing
musing
conveniently Self not Othering
optimizes health Nature's eco-
political opulent care giving
Is also care receiving
wealthy panentheistic
Holonic Soul
Inside and
outside
co-passioning serotonin
dopamining
self-perpetuating
MeWe climax
Where copassionate listening
blooms MeWe contentment
fading doubts
while conveniently entertaining
when both fully experienced
and reflectively engaged
in bilateral exterior/interior
objective/subjective
natural/spiritual
body/mind care
Of ecosystemic nutrients
nurturing ego centers
root chakra informed
core balanced resonance
Peacefully reaching
for self-extending
perpetually resilient
co-relational climax
Win/Win eco-self
not Othering
dialectically integral
optimization
Spiraling
revolving
bicameral
bilateral
binomial
double-binding
co-empathic awareness
Peeking out
while Peaking in
creasingly extended
app
earances
NonLanguaged communion
NonScarcely commodified
NonViolently impassioned
self-NotOthering
communications
MeHere/WeNow
bicamerally re-educating
Peak Experiences
nonviolently deep listening
contentedly
conveniently sure
of future's nondualistic
health is wealth systemic
passionate generosity.