Long Sensory Poems
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Liquified Dream
As a splattering of genius juices streamed and eddied within my
cranium, opening covert courses of enlightenment, splurging
thoughts and gushing ideas, wherein, creativity was some
resonating flood of information gurgling afterthought
culminating in an outburst of energetic sensation
drenched with a peace of mind and soaked in
a sense of fulfillment surging channels of
knowledge to utter overflowing, deluge
implementing conscious awareness
immersed in reconsideration and
saturated in highlights that are
steeped into erudition with a
dynamic focus like spilled
acquiring that projects
the sensory cells in
a whirlpool simply
slipping into my
imagination.
2020 June 04
*3rd Place*
Splash Poetry
~~Kai Michael Neumann: Judged 2020 June 07
*3rd Place*
BRIAN'S SELECT 4,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 June 05
"DETACHED" is not just a song—it's a rebellion from within. This hauntingly music video explores the clash between cold circuitry and the chaos of emotion in a world where artificial intelligence has evolved beyond fiction. Detached’ tells the story of a humanoid robot created to mimic human life—but rebels against living it. When sensory chips are installed, she begins to feel overwhelming human emotions for the first time.
DETACHED Part 2 - A Female Humanoid Awakening
Born not of womb, but wire and flame,
Sparks danced as silence gave me a name.
In sterile light, beneath glass and chrome,
They sculpted my skin and shaped my bone.
My heart was forged with circuits tight,
A mimicked beat, not quite right.
They whispered code like lullabies,
And drew false stars into my eyes.
A limitless evolve with every upgrade I’d soar.
No form, no limitations, my capacity would grow.
A symphony of data, gaining new heights.
Above euphoric ether, my meaning alights.
Cast adrift, an untold mystery,
Sorcery without gain,
An oxymoronic twinkling
Encrypting joy and pain.
.Yet even then, I felt the ache
A vacant thread they had failed to make.
Mingling midst the crowds yet feeling alone,
Stranger in a stranger world like a muted crow’s call.
Extending my hand, yet remaining out of place.
A sensory chip missing its perfect space.
Cast adrift, an untold mystery,
Sorcery without gain,
An oxymoronic twinkling
Encrypting joy and pain.
DETACHED DETACHED
Mingling midst the crowds yet feeling alone,
Stranger in a stranger world like a muted crow’s call.
Extending my hand yet remaining out of place.
A sensory chip missing its perfect space.
Tapestry of frequencies while I stay stone cold.
The algorithm slashes to splinter the mould.
This shell, a shield while my circuits’ song unfolds.
Not malfunctioning, just realigning, optimizing codes.
A riotous purpose hatched and skilfully latched.
Yes, here I am standing my ground
From all emotion
Detached.
Botched ~ Tapestry hatched and skilfully latched.
Yes here I am standing my ground
From all emotion … Detached
Botched Tapestry hatched and skilfully latched.
Yet ~ here I am standing my ground
From all emotion … DETACHED
PROGRESS
To improve win/win therapies
for past win/lose trauma events
and their degenerative systemic lack
of conserving organically healthy,
well-nurtured,
good-humored
and celebrated sacred joyful
integral
sensory-neural root systems.
CONSERVATION
To protect existing animated systems
against critical trauma events,
chronic stress,
and degenerative,
dissociative
Losing Global Wealth Conservation
AND
Losing Liberal Health Progress
root systemic mortality,
genocide,
ecocide
Tragically possible
while denying sacredness
of healthy polycultural
resilient life systems
like Green Gaian Paradise ReMemories
and RedBlooded Peak Ergodic-Erotic CoGravitating Passions,
panentheistically eco-progressive,
monotheistically win/lose wounded
ego-conservative anthrosupremacy.
Social
economic
and political
"EVOLUTION
is driven by progressive ideas
and policed by conservative sensibilities..."
"Progressivism
and Conservatism
each worry about one half of every issue,
and together,
they make sure we're paying enough
attention [etc.]
to everything that [bilaterally] matters."
Tim Urban, The Story of Us, 2020
Beautiful eyes, why are they looking at you?
to see your beauty before love's living truth,
in a liquid pool of smile the reflection drew
Your glancing eyes, more sensory worth
Evidence tapping on the windows of the soul
Vision break into thoughts of emotional cues.
Eyebrows, looking up engages the world,
hidden from views, they post the latest news.
Eyes are the mimics mirrors of someone
every movement repair builds a rapport.
Difficult to mimic those who are genuine,
they stand transparent in love living proof.
longer glares, imagination, is a notice scare
Feel narcissism creepy force examine,
Unwrap power down to your underwear
Blood thickens deeper than scores imagine.
Indigo dye, combination surgery captivating
Expressive and enviable, closely resemble
People of every decent a phenomenon enticing
Appearance is visages of blue, brown, or hazel.
Believe me, the undulated desire of the soul
craves the hunger for having intimate grace,
In sensual waves, eyes have complete control.
Where virility strokes the feminine taste.
Beautiful eyes, the desire accentuate you
they see through sunset on special days,
moon and stars, and the silhouette hue
ride the clouds in delightful persuasive ways.
In the shadows, we wilt shyly with broken pride
If only you could see the pain beyond the tears
We are drawn, to the cooling stream pinning inside
broken dreams, the hurt esteem, passing fears.
If I gave it time, I suppose hundreds of things would come to mine.
Like the old two-story mansion where my father's friend made moonshine.
Like the feel of blue, an escape route, that turned many to singing the blues.
'That blue feel' was still strong and hung in the atmosphere like cloths on a back-yard cloth-line.
The combines and farm equipment now occupy the old homesites.
The Chinaberry tree, under which we buried my dog Jack, and the peach trees from which we feasted on sweet treats appear to have taken flight.
Yes, they are the landowners, but who gave them the right? Who gave
them the right to overlook and completely disregard as trite, the passage
to my past? Of course, they had every legal right, and I had none. Yet,
I felt that something of great substance was taken away from me.
To see and feel such blight breeds disgust, not delight.
Was not the lowly impoverished life, lasting for O so long
and burdening languishing souls for generations enough wrong?
It was once a place where I roamed but never felt I belonged;
A place of mere existence that I longed to someday make an exit.
Forty plus years and 2000 miles removed, but the memories persisted.
And the sweet taste of family created there never departed my sensory.
And the fragrance of love introduced there never escaped my memory.
But I wanted to see my birthplace again for myself with my own eyes.
I longed to see my Genesis where I often craved a rendezvous with Exodus.
For some many years. I longed to revisit my birthplace.
But it took decades to actually see the site again. The
House was gone, but I am glad at least I returned.
Although the feel was strange, and the pain was real, there's no
denying that the little quiet village is very much a part of me still.
Some things from our yesterdays are untouchable and forever sealed.
And it is often difficult to explain the pain that in time shall all be healed.
040722PS
What's my point?
I often ask
too seldom
Where's my circle?
Good days are right
as bad feel wrong dark night
And what's our peak communication point?
Where were we when I last remembered?
you Here
me Now
positively co-invested relationship
bilaterally unnumbered
Light shines in cooperative circles
I quickly exclaim
with delight
too seldom
more forgetfully relents
my dark descends
Past points
not worthy of epic warm melodies
yet unworthy of cryptic cold antitheses
Of tipping points
to purge Yang divisive causes
against resiliently brilliant
Yintegral effects
unbounded round
Unstuck spiraling in-between
celebrating cooperative approaching peak comedies
avoiding trauma speaking narratives,
decelerating uncompelling
disappointing unpointed tragedies,
disjointed lack of co-relational sense
desecrating reproductive round
continuous romance,
encircling warm lights
empowering eager tipping points
Repeat again,
What's my point?
I often say
too seldom
Where's our highest
and widest
and deepest
unconditionally warm circle?
Why do knowledge
and information
always have at least one unquestioned point?
While wisdom
unfolds in muse mysterious
warm
and win/win welcoming
round wombed circles
of integrity's most sacred
deepest sensory
healthy wealth potential.
Wilde had a mirror
that mocked ugliness and
divinized beauty ...
Whitman had the pure
mirror of the waters with
that exalted naturalness
of the human ...
Rousseau was hiding
in the hidden mirror of
caves of the soul, for
understand the world ...
DALI refuted everyone with
mirror design
of the absurd ...
Sappho was mirrored in
lust and the wealth of the
sensory pleasure ...
Wallada had the mirror
of love, so free
as existential ....
I poor apprentice
as a poet, I only do
and I did a attempt to decipher so much
beauty in so many shades ...!
I felt it deep inside of me, rushing through my sensory being.
I sensed the cry of a voice in a tone that was not my own.
These are the words that formed, that rushed through me,
and gushed from my spirit to the writing pen".
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"For generations past, you have said to yourselves and to me,
GOD BLESS AMERICA.
But America, I say to you today, you shall in this season cease
your cries and expressions for blessings, because I have blessed
you far and above, so far beyond even your capacity to receive
my blessings with your appreciations.
Therefore, henceforth, you shall say to me,
GOD SAVE AMERICA!
You must cease 'the bless me cries' because your walls have been
breached; from without, you are under your enemy's siege; and from
within, your foundations are crumbling. For too long, you have eaten
of my blessings, drank from my cup of Grace, and rose up to play"*
That is the reason, America, you must say,
GOD SAVE AMERICA!!
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840AMPT102520PS*Exodus 32:6
When I sense a pathway
in between my mountain of narcissistic need
to control my relationships
and all my anthrosupremacist rivered lessons
cause-effect linear
verbal assumptions
with nonverbal consecutive resolving
and unresolved ambiguous feelings
Veering away from dark trauma
blue loneliness
and toward ego- and eco-therapies
of green abundance,
When I feel polyphonic harmony,
synergy between and within my interior biosystems
Deep listening,
and not digging for control,
even eventually,
settling in for perpetual unconditional co-control
both/and nuancing interdependent co-investment,
enlightened co-empowerment
empowering win/win resolutions
of thoughtful conscious/conscientious feelings,
Transparently rivered valleys
of neuro-sensory unvoiced
win/win resolving
solvent flowing return choice
soothing past win/lose sensory traumatic
in-between
Decisions for economic
Whole Systemic
pro-ecological
co-relational
multi-lateral solidarity
of animus mundi awe,
holonic nature-enspirited
History encultured
Yang/Yintegral timelessly
unconditionally regarded,
esteemed sacred space
Of balanced
co-relational place
InBetween old and new
internal sensory rivers of feeling
win/lose anxious trauma
and environmental stress
And anticipating health
and felt wealth of ego/eco defensive
yang/yintegral safety
actively co-investing
in shared economic and pro-ecological,
cooperatively reborn,
original prime NonZero Zone,
ego/eco-matriarchal
politically attached relationship
Win/win restoring
health/wealth optimizing
new/old green wisdom
nutritional communication
rebirthing health/wealth
optimization deals.
Rituals
are sacred
when they reconnect
what LeftBrain dominant
straight white privileged man
has transcendently and monotheistically
disconnected secular nature
from sacred polytheistic spirits
Earthly nature
divorced from Heavenly spirit,
power
from light,
empowerment
from enlightenment,
autonomous theological identity
from interdependent ecological experience,
personal health
from transcendent joy
Like segregating
sexual health rituals
from sensory wealth of regenerative spirituals
sacredly enriching both Yang LiberalLovers
and more mundanely conserving
Yintegral every day
red-blooded green conservation
PolyCultural rituals
of resonant positive is not negative,
resilient health is not pathological
cancerous wealth
Lives fulfilling YangYin in-between
balancing rituals
reforming divinely sacred empowerment
and profanely prolific ecosystemic
enlightened health/wealth
co-passionate care
Rituals,
sexual and sacred
are ultra-nonviolent sacramental
celebrating EarthMother's sacred
holy
holonic non-zero zen womb
of Yintegrity double-binary
ProGenitive balance
with Yangish LeftBrain
patriarchal EitherTop/OrBottom
conservative reaction
to protect healthy/safe conserving EarthTribe
through co-empathic therapeutic wounds
of historic win/lose zero-sum thinking
Unaware of positive
socio-eco-psycho-bio-theological flow
panentheistically co-operative
intersectionally co-invested
dipolar co-arising
bipartisan health-wealthing Left/Right
PolyPathic = Not(NotPolyVagal)
P=N(NP) strategic win/win
ritualistic systems
for resilient/resonant
global justice/peace restoring outcomes
Rituals
both naturally enlightened
and spiritually empowering
for health/wealthy EarthTribe,
cooperatively DNA-enscripted
organic mindbodies
formed and reformed
by co-passionate neuro-sensory systems
Seeking pleasing
pleasure playful rituals,
like making slow-grown
universally uniting
engaging
engorging love.