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There is no reason to die except
An intent to be born again
Considering this, we are living dead
Why don’t we remember it then
Scientists say that we use only
About ten percent of brain cells
The other ninety must feel a bit lonely
They can’t show up anything else
But a passive presence, or maybe not
Entirely passive, the scientists say
But nobody tells what exactly we’ve got
That our conscious cannot display
There are versions, conjectures, and all that stuff
Theories of reincarnation
But for whom this looks credible enough
And not nearly a consolation?
Say that skepticism is overrated
Count me among those who agree
But has anyone clearly stated
About their past life's afternoon tea?
Not to mention more serious subjects
In a very detailed way
That only experience can select
From a memory’s disarray
Considering the hesitations
And a faith in some grand scheme
There could have been more occasions
If we wake those cells from a dream
I believe some were able to do that
Maybe more, but they lurk in silence
Those who talk about it, sound not
Very clear, so there’s no special guidance
I foresaw that we raise from the dead
I’ll be glad to know you agree
Or in case you oppose, go ahead
Use your ten percent cells for me.
Some days poetry flows
sometimes it is just words.
In the final spring - a poet
yearned for an immaculate blossom,
for his fingertips to bring a painting into life - to
meticulously cultivate and craft a masterpiece.
I recall an opal oasis full of pearl petals,
glittering with rows of diamond orchids,
citrine marigolds, moonstone lotuses,
and garnet roses surrounded by
amethyst lavender and sapphire bluebells.
craving for his mastery.
In a distant meadow,
consumed with faithless flock
grazing dead leaves -
there you bloomed from bronze roots,
an enchanting flower held by an emerald sepal.
In your flattery,
he became a willing devotee,
seduced by the scent of your paradisiacal petals.
But in your admiration he neglected
his selfless blooms,
unaware of wicked weeds
wandering in eidolic fields.
At sunset he would mirror the stars
and follow you like fireflies at midnight,
Serenade you with mystical lullabies,
evoking a sense of serenity,
but in the deception of dawn
you prioritised the sun,
over his soothing moonlight,
so you wilted, withering,
dripping in dewdrops.
In your servitude,
he placed you in the
greenhouse of his heart,
to protect you from the arrival of autumn,
but gaslighting gardeners,
sliced all of his intimate stems,
allowing satanic rain
to poison your spirit.
In the darkness, which dilates his eyes,
the pain still penetrates like a bitter blade
and he has become a forgotten gardener,
with dead seeds of scepticism
sowed into his soul.
WHAT IF?
What if you were the brightest star on the solstice night
Would you feel antagonism from the sparkling maze?
Or would Love dismiss uncertainty to the query you raise
What if you were the softest snowflake gentling drifting down
Hearing the soft gasp of exhilaration from Mother Earth
with all ephemeral scepticism gone
Would you be part of Love's united sound?
Hearts submerged in Love do still entreat
He loves me. He loves me not
What if you were the last petal left?
In a quandarous quagmire of uncertainty, you feel
Would you experience a sense of reprieve or a sense of defeat?
What if you were the most vital branch of an old Oak tree
Gentling cradling a nest ever so sweet
Would you also feel the Love of parenthood
from the first baby tweet?
What if you were a rock lost for words
With Love cleansing you of earthly weight
from a stream's soft gush?
Would you abandon attachments with a tasteful rush?
Feel in the sweet imprint of its absence, a comforting hush?
What if you were the gentlest breeze that whispered and sighed
Would you be a transient carrier of Love of a different kind?
As the year draws her curtains at midnight's call
What if you were that very last resolution you stall?
When Love has found emotion in your daily inspirations
The Rhyme to your Reason in Love's inspired aspirations
What if the year ahead is all you've got
Wouldn't you give it your very best shot?
What if I could convince you to a mindset change?
In a transitional challenge to rearrange
words from…
'What If'~ to, 'I Will'.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL
AND A WONDERFUL 2024 AND BEYOND
I once had an office job sitting next to Miss Sunshine day in and day out. She and her 7th Day Adventist Jesus were always so positive and jolly about everything, it was hard not to smack her.
One day with syrupy sweet intonation she asked why I was so cynical and wasn't I an unhappy person.
I said, "Only a sociopath could be happy about the truth of things, but I'm just a realistic observer not hiding behind cheerful nonsense; there's no correlation to happy or unhappy. Look at you for instance. You are smiling and upbeat all the time. And I don't believe I've ever met an unhappier person."
She was stunned, momentarily silent, mouth hanging open. Then she burst into terrible wracking sobs of anguish.
This is a day and age of scepticism
the things of former years are denied
God's holy book is given no notice
it's laughed to scorn never be applied
But there's a day coming upon earth
when everybody's number will be up
the one who made us will say 'the end'
no second chances, look at your cup
Have you received your cup of salvation?
which God gives to all who believe
be sure your anchor is in Christ
for if not without you, He will leave
Are you ready to meet the saviour?
looking forward to that glorious day
will you be ashamed to see His face?
or have you followed His Calvary way
Jesus is coming, maybe now!
when on earth He told it so
that one day Christ would return
for His own whose hearts will bow
(This is written about what if Jesus came back today.
Would you be prepared to meet your maker with a loving and bold heart?
Or would you cower and ask forgiveness one more time?
Or would you deny Him forever?).
You are meaning to my life
Your eyes
Your smile
Your voice
Your priceless look of scepticism
It's a dream in reality to me
With you is love and friendship
With you is a grace to be more
I'll proudly journey life with you
Now is the strength to take on the world
Here is the capacity to decide the fate of all oppositions
All because you are mine
I might have had my first human love, but you are my one true love
I look forward to the moment I'll put gold on you as a covenant of commitment
I can't wait to have your price paid
To adore you is my desire
To make you fufilled is goal
To love you is my life's duty
"The Janus Sacrifice"
Janus
opens and closes
the ebbing time
greeted by
two faces
justice
on a coin
flipped
betrayal
loyalty
scepticism
trust
belief
disbelief
truth appears
through
those eyes
walk-ins
two mirror images
stand in judgement
like night and day
light and dark
leaping priests
embedded in the helix
of all of us
rationality and
the illusion of choice
free trials
to taste credence
a final meal
tokens waiting on a table
unconsecrated before a
sacrifice
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Ianus
doorway
Patultius
the Opener
Iancus
the Gatekeeper
Ianitos
keeping track of time
There's an obscurity on the threads of darkness
dare I peer beneath the starless shroud of midnight's veil
as I walk through the misty breath that beclouds my vision
in hopes it leads me to the temple of your soul? My dearest
my comfort is there, yet I feel a quivering in the flames
beneath these gusts that prevail through inaudible voices falling
winded in the distance where these shadows walk between us
I feel discernment in memories as these bony fingers reach out
my heart shudders beneath the orchestra of night as it beckons
a samba from the angel of death as it spans its wings before me
I shiver breathless in its cold as the flames grow dimmer
yet this time love, I fear for you as dissolution ascends above me
Muddled mind ventures through vivid vales of scepticism.
Slowly subsiding to my knees under the shadow of moonlight,
crows gathers as helpless hands clench decomposing soil.
Sapless lips gasp for oxygen, shivering in illusory mistiness.
Death's harbinger stands before me, an uninvited hooded eclipse,
holding me prisoner, strangling my soul with naked tree tendrils.
In silent steps he walks towards me, I have no will left to fight.
He has no mercy, content on me kissing the mouth of the earth.
Words hidden behind metaphors, surface upon shores of regret,
flashbacks are like daggers, reminders of unspoken, unwritten words.
My love mourn for me not, as I fall into the graveyards of poets,
in death we still connect, as my words will always live through you.
A Collaboration with Silent One~
All my life I yearned for the answer,
To the king of all questions, Why?
Vowing to find the solution before
In my beckoning grave - I'd lie.
I travelled unto the end of the Earth,
And reaching it, travelled on,
Leaving reality, a long way behind,
In the place where I’d started from.
I reached the Land of Universal Wisdom,
Where I hoped all’d be revealed,
A country seeming to stretch for ever,
An onion; with many skins to be peeled.
I followed my inner consciousness,
Down a dusty winding track,
Many had trodden this path before,
Sadly, none so far, had come back.
I spied the Castle of Ultimate Knowledge,
Its walls impregnably made,
I sensed my quest's end lay within,
Feeling daunted, excited, afraid.
Stopping short of the Moat of Scepticism,
Where many a faint heart had drowned,
I gazed at the drawbridge's towering bulk,
And willed it to drop to the ground.
The Drawbridge of Opportunity,
Slowly lowered, succumbing to my will,
And stepping across, I climbed stone steps,
To a huge tower, perched high on a hill.
A dragon was guarding its doorway,
My resolve transformed to a sword,
The dragon spewed forth a torrent of flame,
But one thrust and it no longer roared.
Now only the Great Door of Foreboding,
Stood between my goal and me,
So I prised apart, the dead dragon's claws
And laid claim to the giant gold key.
It took all my strength, to turn the lock,
But at last the huge door creaked ajar,
Was I, perhaps, the first to step through?
Had anyone else come this far?
The answer to life's great question,
Was written inside the door on the ground:
"Please leave five pints, and a quarter of cream,
And I hope you've got change for ten pound".
I once heard,
Hope is what can positively happen
after listening to all the realistic facts
and then continuing in good faith anyway.
I also heard,
Cynicism about others,
like narcissism about oneself,
is sadly generative,
expansively powerful,
contagious
Just as hope about others
and compassion with oneself
are happily generative,
exponentially win/win contagious.
Both negative and positive attitudes are generative,
but hope is cooperatively regenerative
while external cynicism,
like internal narcissism,
like ecopolitical fascism,
is degenerative,
competitively contagious,
inviting a long, slow, painful
lose/lose death.
Cynicism flirts with Lose/Lose outcomes
projections
often escalated by competing
"If you think that's horrible enough,
listen to this terrifying
or merely titillating tale..."
Despite our broken
wounded
depressing cynically competing natures
and narcissistic nurtures
of Business As Usual stories of competing
capital-hoarding ego-centrism,
Active 2020 hope looks for WinLeft/WinRight options,
plans,
eco-operatively reassociating
mutual ego-healing
across all multicultural
and polypathic
non-sectarian
good-faith systems,
cooperatively-owned nutritional networks.
Cynicism projects Earth's LoseLose demise.
Scepticism questions, doubts, humanity's WinLose economy
could ever become a long-term healthy trajectory.
Optimism actively hopes a short-term investment
in egocentric deflation, dis-investment, detachment
will lead to long-term Lose to Win
healthier egocentric evolution
some other climate darkening day.
WinWin optimization
cooperatively goodfaiths (gospels), mentor
models short-term through long-term compassionate ecstasy
restoring peace and holistic justice
Green sanctuary 2020 left/right
yang/yin
universal/unitarian (not fragmentarian) revolutions,
regeneration/degeneration options
every bicameral day
every binomial ego/eco-where
with every one
regathering bilateral interior-beliefs
compassioning exterior-behavior.
Regenerate hope is what happens
after listening to all the RealTalk
co-operating healthy passions
any way
any time
any where
everyday.