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Her_Weight_Of_Dance
Her moves are close in heart they value each beat of the hymn sound of music
She breeds in her own world where each and every step is a formation of a choreo
She invented heaven on her own path of life with all kinds of extortive feelings
Her story
Only she can portray it, by sewing deep within to touch those veins that have sacrate scarce. Her only resource through those painful wounds is just dance. The stage is her own world where she created her own peace with her pace.
Where she hugs herself a million times when she is vulnerable, just to shake off her fears and invite relief in her space.
Her happy place where she knows everything she does count the emotional depth of her becoming a better version of her. She is not seeking help or shaken by hurt, she describes her lucrative feeling where it started till where it ended.
Her demonstration captures a moving bird to forget to flop as rare as it sounds,
The rain to fear falling down
The air to forge respiration
While her mood moves in, preying in like an aphrodisiac, leaving one with the motion of inspiration. Her movement purges the forgotten eyes to see her body with words and all.
The music behind
It's just a luxury, to chase her storyline
Her reflection between the ocean and the image of the moon is flawlessly stamped in the sea.
Her mission is to accomplish souls that are lost in pain not to be forgotten in the vein yards of hardship.
By just her posture of entrance she grasps a soul demanding light by dance.
Ashleigh Ngoqo
November 29, 2023
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The footfalls are audible in the hall.
I can hear scraping against the wall.
During that time, I was lying in bed.
The obscurity engulfs me in dread.
A screech can be heard in the yard.
Hammering the window truly hard
Shadows wander across the night.
Demons are beaming with delight.
Aeries carried by a hovering broom.
Wolves shout in the gaze of gloom.
Sounds of bat wings flying quite loud.
The moon had been covered by cloud
Exhaustive respiration outside my door
I fade further into the covers and snore.
By making a turning motion on the knob.
The boogie man has completed the job.
Without air, even for a single minute,
I would not be able to live, nor survive.
What does the invisible gas have in it?
What keeps me healthy, happy, and alive?
I breathe mysterious stuff that I can't see...
or can I spy, as my lungs deflate, inflate,
indelible impressions of memories
of friends, of loves, in my breath devoid of weight?
Or in the precious, sparkling moment, now,
as the airy breeze is pierced by the sun's warm ray,
gleaming on leaves rustling on every branch and bough,
does a lilting birdsong, this medium convey?
Future dreams, too, are in my respiration,
and while time may bring me breathless to my knees,
Every vision, hope, and aspiration,
May one day become a new youth's memories.
Ventilating Truth—Breathing…
If ever we needed to ventilate,
it is now…the thickening tragedy
of lies have become too heavy
for the respiration of living truth…
Indeed…the dire situation
has reached lunging capacity
and the alveoli of reality
are sparking gut-wrenching
diarrheic retribution…
Breathe people…breathe…
check the yellowing mane…
strings of manipulation pulling
thin loose-lips of a sinking ship…
Breathe people…breathe…
the corona of truth shines
its bright light of truth…glowing
around the dark moon of the deceit
of Americanism’s tragic turn…
Be mindful… people …scapegoats
come and go…in God, we must trust…
rather than loaning our sacred lives
to ill-fated government iniquities…
As believers—in the Lenten resurrection—
let us be about the business of resuscitation
of our beloved dying nation—yes …ours—built
by the blood-brick masonry of our Ancestors…
I'm just too tired to fake it.
It takes all I have just to make it.
My nerves are just shot and I've given all I've got.
And I don't know how much longer I can take it.
Me, myself and I, consumed with self pity.
Lost in my own little world.
I've got to get out of this city.
I need some air, it's not that I don't care.
But love is lost and I need to find it, no matter the cost.
Urgent desperation, leaves me breathless and in need of respiration.
Walls of silence surround my soul.
My hearts pounding just to get a glimpse out through a hole.
Won't you help me?
I feel I'm about to lose control.
I've lost my ticket and the trains gone down the track.
It just left me hear wondering if it's ever coming back.
To carry away my blues.
Until that day, I'll remain feeling I was just born to lose.
Oxygen saturates the skies breathing fresh air in my lungs and helium resting on my shoulders beckoning the universe to come. You can see hydrogen running down the street with pressure mounting in its knees and two atoms fasten together to solve the oracle before summer.
Formula O is standing strong with oxides buried beneath the earth’s crust, the animals depend on it and human cannot live without it. The plants cannot survive if they don’t get it. Formula O is getting scarce as the heat is raging in the atmosphere, respiration has come to a standstill and the sun is burning up all the beautiful daffodils.
N2 the diatomic gas filling the atmosphere with all that it’s got. Plenty of it is found in the solar system and sometimes it makes the lights grow dim. You can find plenty of it in the Milky Way and you can find it screaming in your DNA; the RNA has it too and it saturates in energy deducted from molecule.
I can see the cycle moving in the atmosphere and the birds are running around in despair, the sun is casting shadow on the ground, you have to know which path to run.
Ammonia acid, organic nitrates and cyanides, containing nitrogen is shouting from the cockpit and nitric acid, is waiting for you at the boarding gate so get the grey hound, the Caine, German Shepherd, Border Collie, Belgian Milionis, and Labrador Retrievers at the boarding gate before it is too late.
No confusion or disruption just gets a team of unmarked security to conduct this operation and disconnect the cords discreetly.
Many compounds are erected from the ground and industrial fertilizer is all around; they pollute the water system, block your drain and are causing pain but the tranquil skies are smiling at me.
The tranquil sky is releasing good amounts of energy so absorb it before it is fades; remove the obstacle and get rid of the debacle, and when the day is done you and I will have fun, when you throw your ring in my “cap” that will be a wonderful plot.
Systems,
like wind and respiration energy,
like climate and cultural integrity,
like social and economic co-invested synergy,
are not tangible individually identifiable
autonomously definable
apartisan Things,
Systems are made of naturally wealthy,
and continue for spiritually healthy, relationships,
whether win/lose or win/win,
And so, systems are not easily available
accessible
engaged
embraced for merely deductive
LeftBrain dominant processing,
Either truly healthy
Or falsely pathological
analysis
Of fertile evolving Both/And change
And more doubtful WinOrLose paralysis.
Systems,
democratically healthy
and less PatriCapitalist
autocratically pathological,
are more resonantly nuanced
thinker/feelers
in-between medians,
double-boundary means
and narrow win/win ways
of and for
restoring indigenous EarthJust syntheses.
Resilient constellations
of health/wealth organic relationships
felt before heard,
wounded before healed,
blindly heard before seen
Including inter-reconnecting sacred communion
of Eastern bodhisattvas
and Western green cooperative messiahs
Before we were PatriCapitalist communities
longing to return
to co-passionate global Win/Win
golden rule communication
Empowering and enlightening
difficult dialogue
in-between
Cooperatively appositional
nonviolent miscommunicants
severating back in time
from forth
into Earth's healthy revolving
space
Devolving nihilistic Lose/Lose
discommunicating chaos.
Entropy
does not a complex binomial system
nondualistically make
naturally healthy
and spiritually wealthy
or re-indigenously wise.
"If we forget our yesterdays and stop worrying about our tomorrows, our today will be beautiful, provided we do all that we can do today"---- By Poet
Cry not on flowers that wilted,
count not on buds that canker might blight,
but marvel over beauty blossomed.
Extinct are all our Yesterdays,
Illusory are our Tomorrows,
today is the only day that exists!
Today is our way up the hill,
the arena for action decreed
the stage set for the show and the only tool
and trade for making this life fruitful.
Today well lived leaves every yesterday-
a reminiscence - sweet to relish!
each Tomorrow- a vision glorious to chase!
Drool not, hence, over yester years.
Rant not on chances missed or duels lost.
Greet Today, that is right in front!
Give it your respiration and perspiration,
turning Yesterday - a commemoration,
tomorrow - an exciting stimulation
and life - a celebration- Carpe diem!
Dear ALLAH I thank you
for every single precious breath
And when you'll place us in paradise
We shall thank you then for death.
People round the world gasping for breath, breathless,
short of breath, some unable to catch their breath,
some breathing their last,
some on artificial costly breathalysers .
How many times do we thank God
for the countless free breaths we breathe our entire life??
Oxygen o2 more valuable and scarce than diamonds nowadays.
Respiration, the main need of all life
Those who eventually recover from covid and find their breath again
can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Yet heavenly sights in paradise will be sure
to take our breath away anyway.
Life or afterlife
Here and hereafter
Life's a gift from God
Now and thereafter
Why end it here and now
Why not extend fun and laughter?
When my DNA and RNA expires with me
May God Resurrect and revive it in me
I live and die for an extension of life in afterlife
God grant me that part eternity
To search for the meaning and purpose of life
is to search and find the Creator of all life
i know there's out there somewhere
in Allah's universe, a heavenly portal
that will lead me to eternal bliss
designed by Allah the immortal.
Imagine a perfect heavenly life with no fear , death or problems
That's a life to die for, when Allah transports us to those realms.
An abode with no sickness or illness
Only peace and total eternal happiness
No viruses but rather real flying horses like real Pegasuses
We could get to ride and fly the universe
with angelic wings without planes or buses
But you have to work to earn and deserve that heavenly paradise
Just follow God's latest holy book, so perfect and so wise.
Hypochondrial Delusion
A mind corrupted canker
Of cystic self failure
Even gastric anorexia
And fluttery throb to alight the fear
An adrenaline generated tachycardia
That matches respiration
And causes hyperventilation
With invasive pacy rhythm
And palpitating violation
To anxious infarction
In schizoid arrest
A hepatic paranoia
of dermal yellow
And lily liver assault
That feeds a life non start
Of malignant low self esteem
A delusional malaise
Of apoplectic panic
And stressful apoplexy
A localized dorsal twinge
To further worry
Lumbar or thoracic or
Renal calculi or a case of
Bulimic nausea and peptic ulcer
To stoke the festering psyche
Of somatic obsession
Embolic anguish that leads to
A hypertensive strain
With muscular tremor and distorted vision
And a full blown occulogyric crisis
Ensued by catatonia
Comatosed by
Psychotic breakdown and
Inactive body systems
A perusal of the medical book
Confirms the diagnosis of
Life threatening
Hypochondria