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Did I really have years of experience?
or years of daily repeats. Repeats definitely
then I must indeed say
my confidence has suffered.
My experiences come with pain,
In my love life or my work experience.
As I get older, I think I am developing a more of
I don’t give a , what people think of me
And once again, that stupid question
About who will attend my funeral,
Who I have a big turnout etc.
Who cares, just buried me under
That old mahogany tree, my father planted
Years ago...It would be sheltered me from
From the harsh world, my final resting place,
Love, lost, and hardship, they say love can
Triumph over hardship of any intensity.
Lost it so finale, can really anybody accept they fate
Did you think my x , accept his death,
Do he aware that he left us, last
February, would he have returned in someone else body
To dupe me again, into a retake of his mishaps/his lost.
The ones who tell the best story
Is the most observant one, to the craft?
A river is a body of water
With lot of stories to tell
Sadness and happiness, that was cast upon me.
The night is tired of the ancient wars,
the cold concrete where hope was made to lie.
We stand where shadow of the past pours
and seek a future charted in the sky.
?But look now—a hand reaches over the stone,
a right to speak that needs no spoken word.
A human right that is inherently known:
to walk in peace, a blessing to be heard.
?The architects of tomorrow are now born,
and every soul stands fighting at your side.
The new world is promised on a new morn,
not in a single, solitary ocean tide.
?A hundred histories are starting to mend,
and all our varied futures fly in the heart.
This new world is a journey we transcend;
it is a greater thing than any map's art.
?For too long, the voice was silenced out of fear,
the right to safety considered a mistake.
For too long, the silence has been sharp and clear,
the freedom we must rise and surely retake.
?We claim the earth with every breath we draw,
and recognize the equal dignity of all.
We write new statutes based on what we saw,
as the last of the ancient barriers fall.
?Let dialogue be the truce we can all keep,
a space where every voice finds a good start.
Let peace be the light that helps us truly see
the mirror of our one shared, beating heart.
Always inside living thoughts
Once held a vision adoring thee
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless
This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous
Adding this truly wonderful music
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held
Melting golden feelings burning gasps warmly sigh
Why do I love you so
Wearing the glass slippers
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked
Standing out most beautiful
A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are
Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem
Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish
becomes the soul command
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys
A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
He took his morning seat
to hear the Sage's sonnet,
"On Punishment":
"The people are not afraid of death;
Why threaten them with death?
Supposing that the people are afraid of death,
and we can seize and kill the unruly,
Who would dare to do so?
Often it happens that the executioner is killed.
and to take the place of the executioner
Is like handling the hatchet for the master carpenter.
He who handles the hatchet for the master carpenter
Seldom escapes injury to his hands."
("The Wisdom of Laotse", Lin Yutang (ed.), 1948, Modern Library, p. 300)
He drifted off and on and in and out
as gathering dusk redreamed:
Enlightening people are not afraid of losing time;
Why threaten them with loss?
Supposing they learn fear of untimely death,
And would seize and kill unruly incarnations,
Who would be wise enough to do so?
Often it happens that prophets are killed
to take the place of omniscient justice.
Redemption of another's investment
is like handling the wu-wei hatchet for the master carpenter,
He who handles the master carpenter's tipping points
adjusting health discernment and balancing design
Seldom escapes injury to crucified hands.
Jesus was a master carpenter?
Teaching wu-wei design
and fishermanic skills
in a school of fishy men.
His health-optimizing teaching was redemptively mentored,
as is ours,
graduating from dominating executioners of time's incarnate investments,
to commence mutual-mentoring global cooperative design.
We retake each mind's messianic seat
for speaking universal salvation,
each body's bodhisattva meat
to co-invest love's warm redemption.
taking a walk alone
at home i leave my phone
my purpose will not be defeated
my opinion in many minds have been deleted
so many things here for years i have missed
taking a walk alone and unplugged is what i insist
this is just my new journey in life
it is as rare as the thought of me with a wife
the views are so amazing to the visual touch
my choice to focus on electronic views caused me to miss quite much
the beauty of life nowadays is unknowingly ignored
my whole self has become so stagnant and lead me to become bored
the sound of the air and the feel of a breeze
is so unfimiliar to me that it knocks me to my knees
i will continue to take walks like these or just simply sit
all devices will be left to 'sleep' as i retake everything all in and recommit
If i could retake my life to bake again,
I’d say exactly where, what and when,
To my family and fundamentalist church,
To those with importance as a crutch.
I’d take that offer of life and health,
By taking that clinic of great wealth;
Carers set out all just for hurt, torn me,
Who could never openly climb the tree.
I would just decide to take that blow,
Which my society could directly throw,
If the police couldn’t constrain my dad,
If the social work couldn’t stop the gad.
If the doctor couldn’t prohibit my parents,
From their motorway journeys and vents,
When they wanted to visit me at Uni,
Every month, which was not of beauty.
To accept that rehab right and fair,
To become functional to toot and blair,
Would’ve been against their beliefs,
‘Cos they wished for me Christian motifs.
But that clinic appointment firmly offered,
As Hereward College would’ve proffered,
The ability to leave my parents straight,
To cold shoulder ‘em with my atheist gait.
So I’d change that, that day at college,
When an honest answer i didn’t manage,
To the question of whether or not i did wish,
To see the doctor, for a needed clinic swish.
My parental guardian would’ve agreed,
To that rehab, possibly, ‘cos she did heed,
That normal script of life and its doors,
Which opened to me any path on my shores.
She told me i could do just as i pleased,
And life any life i wished to, she greased;
She was fighting on my side, in my corner,
For my dignity, happiness and honour.
There comes a time
when partisan
and pious positions
are set not aside
but explicitly within
both/and dialogue frames
evolve and revolve
private principles
and public EarthJust policies
for healthcare practice
meditation
medication
consciousness
conscientiousness
compassion
passion stories
redemptively co-invested
cooperative journeys
re-ligioning
There comes a multicultural space
re-connecting who Red Republicans hate diseased the least
with what Green Democrats healthily love the most.
There comes our climatic time
and sacred space
when all EarthTribes must take
and retake
and remake integrally healing opportunities
that feel neither capitalistically safe,
nor competitively win/lose
ZeroSum strategic,
nor popular for defending straight white male
anthroprivileged leftbrain dominance,
But, we must invite each other
with humbling gratitude
positive attitude
into changing international co-relational
co-investing space
Because bicameral consciousness
tells and spells us
this is contextually balancing
universal left Yang
and unitarian right Yintegrity.
There comes our climaxing
regenerative space
unpositioned
nonpartisan place
for synergetically cooperative
ecological
theological both/and might
power and light,
polyculturally/multiculturally
meta-ecopolitically bright.
"There comes a time
when one must take
the [nonviolently compassionate trans]position
that is neither safe
nor [partisan apartheid] political
nor popular,
but he [sic, for nonviolent humanity]
must do it because conscience
tells him [us] it is right"
Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
And righteously beautiful,
EarthHealth and Safety
polyvagally
polypathically
polymathically
polyculturally
polynomially
multiculturally elegant.
339.
The Retake of Snow Queen
Gone! The boy is gone! This cannot be!
That little creature's presence makes me happy
Now the ice castle is already dark & empty
You, nasty girl, return the boy! Come back here!
Winds of four directions – Boreas, Notus, Eurus, Zephyr
Blow with might and bring back my dear!
Oh obedient gusts, don't let them go! Don't make me fail!
Accompany them my tornado, cyclone, storm & hail
Give out your full blast from head to tail
Oh how dare that detestable lass again is trying
To conjure her cheap sorcery for another shameless fighting
We will give her what she wants! I am craving!...
Craving to crush that petite parasite so bold
Who dared to fight & defeat my army so cold
Trespass my palace and snatch the boy I hold
Die Gerda! You're finished! Embrace your death in our final fight!
Face now my force in its fullest might
Witness the Retake of Snow Queen of my boy of delight!
-02/18/2015
(Dumarao)
*Opposite Endings Collection
Health got you down?
Blood pressure's up?
Can't sleep at night?
Nothing left in your cup?
Hey! Take it easy!
Kick back! Settle down!
You take life too seriously!
Go find your inner clown!
Kid around! Tell a joke!
Think of a funny riddle!
Come on, Jack:
Pick up your fiddle.
Hey diddle-diddle!
Don't be a crank. Play a prank!
Give yourself some room.
The best Rx for you
Is to cast off your gloom!
Don't believe me?
Think it's all hoo-ey?
Ready to stick out your tongue
And go PHOO-EY?
Well, I'll tell you what happened
To my friend at the doc's;
When they read him his blood pressure,
His knees 'gan to knock;
It was up there so high,
He was sure he'd soon die...
Then the doc came in,
Flashed a silly grin,
His fingers stroking
The imaginary Beard on his chin,
My friend thought this so funny,
He laughted his nose runny,
Til Doc gave him more news:
He had the 'urine test blues.'
Well, that really did it,
My friend couldn't quit
Laughing and guffawing
Til his sides nearly split.
When he fin'lly calmed down,
Doc said, "Sit back and rest.
It's time to retake that silly
Blood pressure test."
And what do you know?
Lo and behold,
When the reading was taken,
My friend's heart no longer was achin,'
And his pulse had stopped racin.'
"Good Heavens!" cried Doc,
"We musta been mistaken!
Either that or all these yuks musta
Fixed ye:
Your blood pressure's down to
110 over 60!"
Son something's gnawing from the north and south I feel it pierce my skin
Something’s brewing from the west side I have no places now left to hide
Something's rising from the east side I need to fix my whittled pride I need to prove I’m better.
Son please be there on your best side I need to be there on the beside
you.
Son I say this to you now as tomorrow I could die
To bring you up proper, I really really tried
My scornful scathing selfishness left my mark, you wear its toll
So loving and such trusting eyes that petrified my soul.
Defenseless to a crack when playing you were only
Low my eyes in shame I’ve made you think so lonely.
Son please be there on your best side I need to be there on the beside
you.
Son, young and stupid I stole that claim
All the while you played with humour just to try and ease your pain
My twisted ways of motherhoodlum held you up and still it makes you pay
Much more that only you will know, only you will never say.
Son I am sorry and so sorrowful I searches to retake care of you
I yearn for your belief in me I wish for you to know
Son I longs to retake care of you
You know my love can cut through bone.
Son please be there on your best side I need to be there on the beside
you.