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In this thought experiment
Adults, at least,
have developed three types of attraction
and attractiveness,
chemistry,
positive and negative
and in-between synergy:
Heart attraction,
romantically associated
with touch and feeling,
Mind attraction,
more cognitively associated
with sight and sound
and, perhaps, LeftBrain dissonance
and more competitive
predative instincts
of win v lose zero-sum
calculation
And root sexual attraction,
primordially associated with taste
and smell,
swallowing
and letting go
biochemistry,
neurologically informed
and exforming passions,
rhythms,
communion and disunion patterns,
co-passion v dis-passion communication structures,
win+win bilaterally resilient
and lose v lose resistant
pleasure v displeasure
ease v disease
These three conjoined
into dipolar associative co-relationships
anthropological and ecological,
spiritual and natural
sacred and organic
metaphysical and physical
passion and pleasure
Sage and Muse
crown and root bicameral intelligence
combined within each PeaceWarrior
heart
touching Other sentience
and feeling Self consciousness.
No matter yours truly
(potential rising star -
analogous to ascending yeast)
bred for easy street
life of po' witless
mendicant nimbly,
pointlessly, and rhythmically
shuffles (think tramp)
along his poetic little feet
garden variety beastie boy
aimlessly, fortuitously, halfheartedly,
and mindlessly follows
one after another backstreet
revisiting, reminiscing, and relegating
lofty mollycoddled station bittersweet
birthright fame and fortune
teasingly did greet
finding twenty first century hobo
shack hulled with poverty
(think dirt poor),
I shoe cannot defeat,
which accursed fate socked yours truly,
where one after another failure did beat
once unassailable esprit de corps
near ready and willing to meet
exalted, fabled, gilded... seat
but woeful naiveté tricked with deceit
mine childlike innocence dripping effete
characteristics easily swindled for Pete
sakes since... young manhood, now wizened
old looking schnorrer marveling,
imagining, envisioning aggregating riches
coaxing, forming, hatching...
liaisons particularly romantically discrete
lavishing untold money during heat
of passion oblivious,
how ingénues with sweet
enticingly, ineluctably, luridly, beckoned
eventually no exit and other ploys
playfully blindsiding me with
one after another promiscuous tweet
barricades no exit wrought
with razor wire and concrete.
After three solid months of assumed relationship
She said it has all been because
She does not want to lose the friendship
“I never loved you”
Was what she said that afternoon
Immediately I could no longer hold a spoon
Thank God I was not close to a pool
All she said was “I need a break”
But I forgot to ask her long or short?
Waited a whole year
Maybe break will be over tomorrow
“Please wait for me till after my exams”
Was the last thing she romantically said
And like a well-fed
Sat down by my bed
Waiting for my love bird
Maybe she will be done with her exams tomorrow
“I will be thinking about it”
She said blushing
Except she will finish thinking about it tomorrow
“I am not the best for you”
Like seriously?
That was what she also said
Oh! Love!
Can I ever fall into you again?
The journey to your abode is too tedious
And for that I give up on you
For I have developed love apathy
Because I am now suffering from Philophobia
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A mournful train whistle,
that most evocative sound,
heralds the departure and
the wheels start their round
There can have been few things as
satisfying as a long slow train ride,
especially across those rolling spaces
seen from a window, safely sat inside.
We dreamed our American dreams,
listened to all those train songs,
in our minds made those journeys
as we sat and sang along.
The Midnight Special with its hope
heard from the institutional hell
of the state penitentiary
with its prisoner filled cells.
Hank sang the California Zephyr,
Willie the City of New Orleans,
Seeming strange exotic places
where none of us had ever been.
We heard all those legends.
learned them one and all,
The Orange Blossom Special,
The Wabash Cannonball,
and it seemed to us in those days
railroad tracks were the veins
carrying the lifeblood of America
on those romantically named trains.
Now the world has moved on
and travel is too fast.
No time now for the enjoyment
of a journey that lasts;
an age of innocence is gone,
an enemy has extended his reach
all the way to Fortress America
which has been so badly breached.
I’ll dream my American dream
with the contentment I will find
as I listen to my music and ride
again those trains there in my mind
Encamped in the local IHOP patio
Doing reconnaissance on the butter pecan syrup
I discern its malicious, aggressive intentions:
To march defiantly down Mt. Stack
And wage a ruthless attack on
Defenseless over-easy eggs
Acting quickly, I wield my fork
Digging trenches in my pancakes
I flank the enemy, staving off
This unprovoked act of aggression
Victory!
Only in that moment do I lift my eyes and notice
A brood of young sparrows
heralding their hunger
The chevron of hang-gliding geese silently
sailing to destinations unknown
Majestic Monarchs flitting
stoically southward
And rival suitors:
An iridescent hummingbird and an industrious bee
Romantically pursuing myrtle blossoms
The canopy of cerulean blue
And all the life within its realm
Resolves my thoughts from war to peace
Note to self:
Don’t forget to look up
Neanderthals and
Torajas
Buried the dead
With no cost...
Within
Cave-like holes
The dead did easily
Exhaust…
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Lying posture
Or standing
To a corpse
Does this matter...?
Does the dead know
Whether their souls fly
In airplane or
Helicopter…?
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Like Shahjahan
And Taj Mahal
Egyptian Monarchs
Built Pyramids
Tax of the poor
And their labour
Were flown like river
Monarchs, yet, are never culprits…!
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Whether kings die
Or queens
Doesn't the burden go
On common-man...?
History always isn't
Cradle and swing
As we proclaim
As romantically as we can...!
03 October 2022
I have been kissed by lots of breezes.
I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like the humid breeze from
the Gulf of Mexico.
I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like that Chicago breeze
from the Windy City.
I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like that foggy and gusty breeze
from the Pacific Ocean.
I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like that Delta Breeze from
the Sacramento Valley after
a hot summer day.
More importantly, I was kissed by a passing
breeze that penetrated beyond the surface of the
physical and awakened me in some vital areas.
I was awakened SPIRITUALLY when
I accepted and allowed Christ
to be the Lord of my life.
I was awakened POLITICALLY when
I realized that tradition had run its
course, and it was time for a change
in my thinking and perspective of the world.
I was awakened ROMANTICALLY as a late-bloomer
who at 19 years of age fell in love with a girl from
South Dakota. It was short-lived, but the love bug
had been awakened to stay as I, in my late teen years,
fell in love over and over and over again.
I was awakened SOCIALLY as much of my shyness was put to rest,
and I became a people person. Discovering that I too had something
to say, I determined to master the gift of communicating with people.
I learned how to interact and inject my own thoughts and opinions.
I tell you, that kiss by a passing breeze of awakening was very real.
House was washed away in flood, with all articles,
Savings of years, are powdered into particles;
No pain seen, yet; on members of the family,
One could see only smiles; midst the calamity...!
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Father gone; mother then; husband is out of view,
Children, blossoming beauty buds, are plucked away too;
Alone in her hut, as half-dead, lives a woman,
If one asks about these, she says: I'm just human...!
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Thousands or even more in our precious nation,
Live their lives in unutterable starvation;
They have just a plain answer with a charming smile:
It's our kismet; what, if whole life is a trial...?
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Tsunami, destructive guest, visited our village,
And snatched away each from the other as pillage;
None ever complained to one's deity or God,
Accepting all pains, they did their glory applaud...!
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Persons, who are by birth, physically challenged;
After birth, by mishaps, vital organs damaged;
Those, for the benefit of others, limbs donate,
All live as happy as birds and worries negate...!
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Though used, often, concept romantically cool,
Ice in the veins, does introspectively whirlpool;
With daily existence, full of crucifixions,
Lived midst thorny chains of horrendous afflictions...!!!
24 April 2022
The holiday cabin smelled of wet pigeons
but it was lakeside and cheap.
The lake was not popular,
too deep and weedy for swimming,
too shallow for docking boats,
yet it suited our make-do mindsets.
Of course,
we were romantically attached at the hips,
feet glided upon air
as we wandered upon the pebbly beach
fingers entwined in a dank mist.
Graham crackers and marshmallows
were unpacked
alas the firepit was soaked
with too much leafy fog.
A desultory fire was sparked
in a damp bed beneath a mildewed roof.
We had only tomato soup, tough bagels
and a pack of Marlborough.
We had not planned for chills and hunger.
Inevitably the vacation
grew lukewarm.
Runny noses and sneezes,
the cheesy smell of wet footwear
all seeped deeply into our gestalt,
philosophically
we bailed on the quickly drenched dream,
and each other.
Life is indeed a funny old game
it's pathways and bends go many a way
many crossroads come to our minds
making decisions to go or just to stay
There was a young chap called Gary
decent quiet nice mannered was he
company was hard especially among girls
felt apprehensive among any not at all free
One day he was walking on his own
met a lady much older with her dog
who asked him what was his job
a joiner by trade at night wrote a blog
He did a few jobs for this lady called Sue
putting up some shelves, made a new door
they got to know each other very well
each one having affection all the more
They went out for meals together
many walks together hand in hand
a fire was burning within each other
this relationship, could it truly stand
So Gary and Sue were now an item
though many years divided their range
both didn't care for love connected them
for them, this 'affair' wasn't at all strange
In the midnight hour, Sue saw
a vision in the dark sky above
one word came down, YES
Gary proposed to say You I love
( This is a fictional write where young meets providentially someone older and they click romantically in love)