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Don't knock me for opening doors
that lead to new
& different perspectives
We're all perceptions peering from
the inside out while
being viewed by other aspects
of ourselves
Shells of former selves fight for
relevance as the new
arises with a higher
intelligence
This battle continues under the
surface but is prevalent
& bound to be seen nonetheless
Much respect is given to those that
are able to overcome
this struggle by fighting
until the task is put to rest
Every door is a portal into a separate
reality the same as
wormholes lead to different
spatial mentalities
The definition of reality is a fallacy
but everything is both
true & farce
Foreign ideas spark conversations that
start a forest of fires but
this is needed in order to get
to the heart of the ire
Your mind is a park with many
trees so keep
control of the flame
as smoke obstructs vision
of roads & terrain
Good ideas go down easy like smart
water so absorb
this intellectual rain
if you're parched
Is it insane to want to leave a
box with all of its
walls & ceilings?
Or is it crazy to run in circles
just to suppress what
your heart & mind
are feeling?
Exodus
From a distant hill far away
Shadowed off by a monstrous cloud stormy
Lay signs and sighs
From an alley tucked away
Sheltered off by ghostly shades of moaning moon
Flogs chorus a hollow song in a fog
The twinkling mirage of sand dunes beyond the blues spells
Or lay germs of elusive hope
There is a staged dirge replay in chorus
Whose devotees retain a moody gear?
For there lay labyrinths in the highway of heaven
The steaming streaming parties part ways
In laughter and confusion
In a land beyond x-roads
Lay a mused king,
Whose utter satisfaction is a maze
Like a stone cast into dead waters
So are the rumbling and mumbling and bubbling of parties
It is a night of distress for the king in haven
Whose subjects burrow and wallow in dirt like swine
In attempts dire dare the life that slides
In such a land infested with giants like Canaan
Whose firely tongues cast chunks of jargons to the agitated-
masses
Here they dismiss great talk for amusements
For they have no time unearth play art
A selfish motif fed
In such a country
The king waylay his subjects in slumbered mind
Dozing off drowsily in a world free of cares
As they wander and wonder
Of what a tamed and learned friend and king
The king’s haven is heaven
And here hell below lay no mercy for masses
Lost in a woody distant hilly yonder
Are subjects scattered like ants in a stormy rainy night
The king long lives in heaven
The exodus to Canaan!
Memorable Vacations
Queensland was a dream come true,
Along forest lake walks under the blue,
Summers of December 2010 on my sis' invite,
Excited we were for the double delight,
Long travel concluded into a toast,
Beaches and sea, Byron bay and Gold Coast,
Gold of sand slipped under our feet,
Glittered in sun the irresistible greet,
Waves that thrashed on us with every tide,
Engulfed us after a roller coaster ride,
Kangaroos that into every street hopped,
To give them way every now and then we stopped,
People were humble and kind,
Serpentine roads turning blind,
Sunny day we visited famous sea world,
Dolphins with music in unison twirled,
Kids together on giant wheel screamed,
Watched favourite movies and gleamed,
Train travel and beauty of countryside,
River Brisbane traversed with ferry ride,
Sydney opera house, bridge and harbour,
New year eve with fireworks and great fervor,
Days of goodbye when approached near,
Subtle emotions flowed and rolled the tears,
As we close our eyes and reminisce,
Days spent together were such a bliss !
Written May 7th , 2015
For Shadow Hamilton's contest
First place win
Now entered for contest "Any old poem#5 " by SKAT A
Entered for "Landscape and towns" contest by Bic Gi-Sa
At age three she was the baby who couldn't feel afraid
A life track was set out, just the way she was made
They tested her at eighteen, with images of blood and gore
No galvanic skin response, a smile and nothing more
She lied from early on, another way to control
If you had contact with her, it was bound to take a toll
There are doors we wouldn't open, taboos and virtue codes
But like a moth to a light, she went down those wicked roads
She gloated at misfortune, but had superficial charm
It lowered your defenses when you should feel strong alarm
She was rarely caught or punished, usually won the game
Gaslighted victims in courts of law, never took the blame.
She came toward me one day, emotionless as a rock
Saw me with my child, the change gave me a shock
A look of gleeful sadism, on what had been a normal face
Then she recomposed, the revelation left no trace.
There are people who seek aliens in the depths of outer space
But they should look here on earth, within the human race
No pity is found within our alien's mirthless laugh
Inside them bad emotions thrive, beware the psychopath.
You read about these types sometimes, when the truth comes through
You get angry, feel disgust, maybe despair too.
There's no redemption possible, but do they deserve your wrath?
A mis-wired brain is all you need to explain the psychopath.
step back from the cliff
your twenties' brain on the edge
change is not decline
age redraws the roads we know
changing the way your brain thinks
stress rattles the frame
old minds need to avoid storms
rumination rusts
stronger pathways bear the load
as the brain's framework evolves
inside ageing brains
new supporting pathways grow
forming a framework
where nerves trace what years reshape
building a resilient mind
ongoing support
is needed to sustain growth
keep damage away
the stronger the inner frame
the further collapse retreats
movement wakes the brain
trodden pathways branch and bind
feed the frame, not flame
less abuse and fewer harms
give the scaffold room to grow
let the mind wander
explore unfamiliar ground
build fresh connections
try some things you cannot do
strange pathways form as you go
a time traveler
looks back, looks here, dreams forward
builds mental contexts
adds layers to the framework
as time bridges connections
there may be no cliff
if the pathways are well used
framework stays alive
by building mental bridges
transforming decline to change
Looking out through my kitchen window, missing you in solitude,
I clean that window once more for tomorrow.
Waiting for you again, to soothe my own pain before yours,
Someone begs for food picked up from the street,
While I beg for ingredients for a new meal in the kitchen.
The world splits into two fork-roads,
Collapsing like a stack of dominoes.
One toward the wetland's stream,
Another toward the river,
We dance to the tune of the architects built by the pyramids.
Like a monarch dreaming of rising through the ranks here and there,
We all shine like blades of grass, yet eventually one side collapses,
Just like a single rose being plucked by someone.
As if all of us step on solid ground, stand up and rise again,
Building our castle walls within and reinforcing them once more,
Yet watching the walls crumble in the flood,
The one who builds yet another wall upon those ruins drinks wine.
We all hold each other's dreams, yet eventually reveal their hollow shells.
One falls into ruin, while another builds a sturdy castle upon that ruin.
Yet we all came forth for love,
Even if an ant builds its own ant wall,
It collapses in the rain, only to build the wall again.
Within that dream,
Though a monarch builds dreams inside those castle walls,
Welcoming the rain, he drinks wine once more from those walls.
With clear eyes from up
milky clouds and green nature
Rivers are thin roads
Buildings are stones like
gathering and scattering
galaxy at night
needs no wings to fly
send the sight through the window
from the journey's flight
Wild are the spring flowers which win my heart
wood violets blue, and those Johnnie jump-Up starts
waves of ajunta burgundy glow
pierced with lost daffodils standing apart
a gourmands delight admired a la carte
'mong seas of forsythia fences are draped.
Bushes of fuzzywillows looking smart,
cozy up to dirt roads soften the heart.
even the dandelions make a fine tableaux
as off I go my head spinning with art
to paint images, the sweet and the tart
expressionist posies, as if for VanGogh.
Indian strawberries dot gardens in beds
as buttercups yellow, slip through rye grass
tickled by warm winds and skies overcast.
Oh, I'm ready to paint the beauty ahead
with crimson, vermilion and titanium lead.
Sitting on a hummock I draw the repast
mixing my colors on a piece of glass
stunned by the wild flowers, most over tread.
*Dante's variation on the Italian sonnet.
I met George one spring day as he cruised by- so SEXY,
he was a d r e a m y dream on a big motorcycle;
and I was so young and at a lovely, fanciful age, a butterfly,
we spent our days r i d i n g the country roads.
our nights under the stars in parks and beaches, KISSING,
I could not bring him home to my parents;
he was w i l d untamed and a free spirit, on SOARING wings,
and oh was he- r o m a n t i c.
George was my blue sky and I was so in LOVE with him,
one day he said to me- lets go to Florida-
We will leave for Daytona Beach TODAY!
I was thinking of mother and father not approving, hesitated,
but the idea of the o p e n r o a d was appealing;
I emptied my bank account,
packed some stuff in an old backpack,
and better JUDGMENT left behind in dust, we left.
oh, it was wonderful with the w i n d in our faces,
our black leather jackets FLAPPING and the road in front of us;
we stopped in small towns along the way,
slept in cheap hotel rooms making l o v e ,
I thought this was romance.
We arrived in Daytona Beach and spent two AMAZING weeks,
nothing fancy, just LOVE that I will never, ever forget.
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September 21, 2016
Poetry/ Free Verse/Young Love
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All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
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Voices have callen you from a far
Now your dust travelling on a star
Trapped in the light flying from here to there
Fleeing from loss pain remorse regret and despair
Living in the shadows from time to time
Looking back but not feeling the poetic rhyme
Seeing ahead toward the uncertain new
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Glancing backwards wanting to find you
The sands of the hour have no special place
Walking forever alone on the roads of deep space
Writing love letters that no one will read
Destiny bekons as I search at light speed
Standing tall with my live on review
Casting a shoulders look always missing you too