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When the last remaining Yang propagandist
against deeply yin-suppressed pedagogists
falls back in love with cooperative educational love,
we will learn to live forever
as one EarthTribe
with integrity's richest bilateral potential.
When the last competing retributive jurist and counselor
and parent and ecopolitical leader
sees past his WinLose ecopolitical assumptions and theories
to find sufficient WinWin cooperative mercy
for bilateral yin-squared equals yang-fractal enculturation,
then
(0)-Soul restorative bilateral justice,
for both propogandist perp
and pedagogist victim,
reweaving 4D RealTime peace,
as Tranquility already repletes our deep democratic team learning
through village reforesting designs
for short-deductive through long sacred-inductive
non-violent and yet resilient terms
of and for ecopolitical re-education
restitution,
love's restoration
as also grace
as also karma
reweaving (0)-Sum educational synergy
convexly co-arising secular space-here
with sacred time-now's concaving bilateral co-gravitation
back through Yang/Yin co-listening bicameral strength
erupting notnot Yin's timeless present double-binding flow,
you can't go back again
nor forth
without ego's eco-geo-bio-imaging whims
of reverse-RealTime 4D polypathic imagination,
polycultural folding/unfolding/refolding/prefolding instructions,
regenerative forward,
degenerative back through space as time's co-gravitational balance.
When WinLose learning competitions end
endless reiterative notnot polynomial repetitions,
WinWin education cooperatives can,
will,
already do ecopolitically restore climate regenerative health trends'
our left with right-full place in WinYang-WinYin Gaian Principles
for your/our Department of Education's
ReVolutionary ReForestation.
When the last remaining Yang propagandist
against deeply yin-suppressed holistic pedagogists
falls back in love with cooperative secular/sacred educational love,
we will learn to live forever
as one PolyPathic EarthTribe
with integrity's richest bicameral potential.
I’ve come to—k(now), the sobering conclusion
that I must be a lunatic; else what
sufficiently explains the smirking smut
clouding my judgment?—what viscous illusion—
outright{(diagnosable[,perhaps)delusion]},—
persuades me to heed your haughty strut?
Each inch of every corner of my gut
is begging—not—accept—refuse—intrusion.
ah!, but I budge, I give in to temptation!
why,why,why must I make the same mistake
instead of just quite well so simply break-
-ing the cycle of you?—o’ that salvation,
in what dark nook lurks it?, which saviour holds
the key that unschackles me from your folds?
the old sea-pool churns out fun
frantic heads flick side to side, limbs flashing, thrashing
some are slicing, cutting through
elegant submariners chased by water-wake
here is one of distinction!
stylistic splasher, appendages pummelling
plunge under, submerged from sight
absent for longer than you are prepared to look
where is he? where's goggle-eyes?
he's there on the diving board, arm and body poised
launches out, " Dymo " diving
flat trajectory, depth-charge slap, bow-wave rippling
then disappears down the years
is that really him? no goggles, the next-door house
distinctly in there somewhere
reclusive, settled deep in the parental home
comes up for air, now and then
bicycle scuttles by, too fast, no time for talk
submerged by night-time shadows
the rare morning breaks, he is there! so have a word
chat about those poolside days
glimmer in his eyes, about to say, turns away
hasty retreat back through time
" Dymo's " really gone now, submerged, bow-wave rippling
days merge, weeks, months and decades
we misplace our keys to unlock the present now
cascading hullabaloo
our minds fill up with noise, too much whoosh, too much din
frustration bangs the door
we exasperate, repeat our repetitions
submerged below the moment
grasp at recognition, at memory sticking
immersion, pressure building
hold our breath, hold our years inside the pool of joy
rush up again, what's the fuss?
hanging on, kick the feet, relaunch, bow-wave rippling
In the shadow of silence, when the soul sings of unknown longings,
An ancient song rises within me, like an incantation,
In which lines of stars float, caught in the threads of the night,
And the dream envelops me like a wave of infinite, ungraspable.
In the blue of this universe, where time flows slowly,
Whispers of wind and drifting leaves tell me your story,
A story woven with threads of light and deep shadows,
Where each day is a verse, and each night, a star.
I see you between the lines, like an echo from an ancestral dream,
A shadow dancing on the edge of an abyss of desire,
Where the rain falls like a balm on the wounds of the soul,
And silver memories return like a river of nostalgia.
In this cosmic waltz, where hearts collide and unite,
You are the constellation that lights my deepest night,
A beacon in the ocean of silence that envelops me so often,
And in your arms, I find that eternal, that infinite.
Like an alchemist, you transform chaos into pure beauty,
And I lose myself in your gaze, a labyrinth of hidden desires,
While my soul dances on the edge of time,
Seeking its place among the stars, in a shared destiny.
The repetitions of your words are like a sacred rhythm,
A lullaby for my lost soul,
And in the depths of silence, I hear the call of an unbounded longing,
Which carries me to you, a journey through the unknown universe.
Through this poem, my search continues, shrouded in mystery,
Like an underground river whispering the secrets of an endless love,
And I will find you, in every lifetime, under the eternal sky,
Where our love will be a song, a ritual of reunion.
Down comes the trickling water down the fossils formed as rocks
The everlasting tranquility that forms in formation
Repetitions as it roars like troubling forceful waves
The ultimate power of force - coming down fierceful each day
Walking the elegant falls with the picturesque enlightening beauty
The rocks formed over the years with their unique features
Abundance be known - thee water makes one of a kind caves
The water sparkling so true like a wild rainfall
A strong unique iridescent abundance of adoration
None in the wilderness too small
Down comes that trickling water down the rocks of fossils
Day after day - the beauty of the force visualizing the way
Bewildered - we see that those troubled waters
True a creation
Visually awesome - truly like sitting by the docks
Splashes - thee - each splatter compelling in the day
Caps they roll down the formation of rocks
Those radiant falls of the trickling waters
Captured by the eye - imagery in my sight
I see the roaring water in broad daylight
And the sun , the hues that shine in awe
Breathtaking I visually am impelled
The abundance of beauty thus I saw
Beauteous be , the waterfalls I then see
In my mind , I thus captured that tranquility.
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Under the moonlight, in the silence that sings like an ancient bell,
Thoughts flow like a river of stars illuminating the path,
Mirroring in waters the faces of forgotten gods, ancient shadows,
In a dance of eternity, where desire and fear meet.
Between truth and dream, a silver bridge is built in the night,
A path to infinity, where spirits find solace,
In the cosmic solitude, where souls reunite,
Seeking the hidden meaning in the silence that whispers stories.
Repetitions swirl, like an ancient incantation, a sacred refrain,
That cradles our minds in the arms of an unseen universe,
Where love transcends words and becomes an eternal fire,
A fire that burns the cold truth, giving birth to a new beginning.
Christ, the light that guides steps through the dense darkness,
Is the beacon piercing the fog of doubt, calling to dream,
We refuse the passive truth to embrace the living spirit,
That spirit which binds us to the divine essence beyond reason.
Philosophy becomes an act of creation, a celebration of knowledge,
Where the mind dances freely, guided by celestial harmony,
And in the chaos of existence, we find the beauty of a hidden order,
An order that breathes through us, like a prayer to the stars.
In this mystical journey, where time loses its echo,
We find ourselves in the embrace of a universe that knows us,
Discovering that solitude is just a fleeting illusion,
And the true connection is the love that knows no end.
So, in the silence of the night, where dreams become reality,
We raise our souls to the heavens, seeking the infinity within us,
In a dance of stars, where light and shadow merge,
We find the meaning, that eternal flame burning beyond words.
Enticing beat,
ancient accolades, achieving ancestry
backbeat barrage, buoyant beats
crescendo chorus calculations
dulled dirges, double drumming durations
environmental echoed egos
faint, fading fervent falsettos;
Ghost-Note grooves
hi-hat hoop heads hued
intended isolation idio-synchrony
jembe jaunt journeyings
kidi kick knockings
linear lick loggings
metronome mallets magical
nostalgic notations neurological
ostinato off-beat odd-modulationss
paradiddle percussive permutations,
rudimentary rack repetitions, relentless rolls,
soft solitary shakers, steady shredding, single stroking spurs,
tenacious, tribal tectonic tympani trance
udu utterance
vibraslap virgin, vivid vibes vile,
wood-block whirls winging wild
xboba, x-hat, xaern
yearning yugen yarn
zigzag
enticing beat.
Forty days and forty nights in lock down
Breathless for inhaling my own air ad infinitum
Could be worse if I was left out to dry in the desert
Isolation in my own four walls in solitude
Puffing and panting from the magic scented flacon
Fragrant innocence of lost childhood in terminal decline
Slimming down expectations for a slice on the road to Nirvana
I light sandalwood from a candle of flickering dreams
Perfumed ideation adamantly adheres to waxen resolve
It's only over when the slim lady sung a tune of lifting reprieve
I hope that she has been told when to bow for applause
And that the virus chokes on the curtain of epical demands
Like a bat out of hell I run round in circles along my four walls
Loose count of repetitions as I pace an eclipse of boredom
Enact biblical scenes with a teddy bear and ragged dolls
Lego figures dance a concert of doom with swift ballerinas
Trinkets on the mantlepiece rejoice in prominent position
Count their blessings and have their day in the lime light
Super powers of alien invasion penetrate my face mask
Order my persona to reveal resilience and count down
The apocalypse for when the gloves are off and insanity ends
03rd April 2020
aging is a blessing,
of existent being...
where-in mind re-iterates,
repetitions that mark time...
as waves crashing,
upon some shore...
and seeing itself,
re-shaped by tides...
currents and weathers,
changing accordingly...
with respect constants,
that define the nature of time...
relatively speaking as a concept,
of ideas that illustrates reflections...
of the minds-concept itself,
as subject to it's own objectivity...
such that aging is growth,
of a 'sole' in a species...
of existent beings adapting,
according to defines of time...
constants that demand an order,
that is us perceiving ourselves perceiving...
accelerations relative a speed limit,
constant on the growth path...
of consciousness and belonging,
to a continuity that becomes clearer...
as the mind is subject to itself,
and not so much that outer world...
that is seemingly the change and cause,
where-as it is the mind that effects itself...
as being the very definition of relativity,
with respect the changes the eyes see...
stan sand
imagist fragments
rhythmical effects of
virtuous wordplay
of singular soundplay
phenomena
in linguistic tracts
occurrences in the vernacular
disfunctions,interpolations
from the poetic heart
repetitions
stereotypical
transcribed in a whirlwing of verse
virtuosity intensified
heightened &focussed
sensitively sounded
envisioned
authentic perceptions
made manifest
initiated in discourse
conceived in patterns of dialogue
inherent dynamics
extraordinary in breadth
lengthened beyond
lexical limits
fashioned to facilitate
enrich&endow
the unfamiliar introduced, then
interpreted becoming conjectural
unexpected metaphors of
the observed natural
panorama
the spectacular articulated
with inventiveness
surpassing the everyday
rhythmic interplay