Long Shallowly Poems
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Time is not justly counted by increments...
like a pie all crust can have space without filling
it disappoints –
too much wasted by reluctant planning –
few visions of living ever leaving the station of
Excursion – like a dynasty of tempting brochures culminating in
tenure, that far more brave and less credentialed travel faithfully
outright...
Triumph's Reckless Youth vs Pompous Charted Night
such licensed surveyors expose dark by tiny bits called
stars, seeing only seconds, oblivious to stuffed longer
gigantic days' leaps packed into uncharted universes
time shallowly used is soul
and spirit only outside basted,
exterior roast__toast
while the bloody inside
left yearning release,
for its surface~ burning!
when time is too contemplated,
measured, set in plates of orderly
rations – seasoned but only tasted
(a belly denied lumps of glutenous
impulsive passions)
it is a written novel
with no real claims
to glory....
Time then...is only Time
dimly expressing God's timeless
true story
By a clear mountain stream an enchantress sat skywriting,
her bracelets seemed to jangle a melody as her arms moved.
The wind stopped blowing lest the clouds corrupt her work.
The knight, dressed in black, wore a mask and intended damage.
His knife was clenched between his teeth, as he moved noiselessly closer
- breathing shallowly for stealth.
The birds suddenly stopped chirping. “Go home boy,” the enchantress whispered.
The knight blinked and froze but the enchantress did not look around.
She pulled a half-penny from a pouch, kissed it, and lobbed it into the stream.
The knight went from certain to vague - he sheathed his knife and wiped his lips.
“Come, drink.” the minx motioned to the stream.
As he sipped water from his cupped hands the beautiful woman
said, “Your love will bear you two sons if you’re home before dark.”
The knight wiped his hands on his trousers - nodded - and ran for his horse.
The enchantress smiled to herself as she finished her unearthly poem.
Listen,
I'm just as needy as you are,
Maybe more so,
You thought you was narcissistic,
Look at me lost in my own world,
Unable to hear your woes about your own.
But I would never tell you such,
I know it would cause energy shifts,
Greater than the one now,
I need things stable,
Shallowly emotional.
If you keep drifting from me,
I'll create a version of you that doesn't,
I'm speaking to one now,
To suit my needs,
One that I'll hold on to for as long as I need.
And then I'll let go,
Finally, painfully and absolutely,
Because from thus far, I saw
That we will only last,
For as long as we remain to each other quiet and invisible,
And to ourselves, delusional
After the trauma of separation
after the slick delivery, the breaking apart
of fluids that fed and breathed for you
while you were still a suckling life-raft
in your mothers emptying ocean.
While you were that blank slate, loving nothing
but the need to be nursed within a being
you could hardly comprehend,
memory arose as if it were a worn-down penny
in a strangers pocket.
Not until later did memory recall itself,
a snake coiling around the vine of your spine,
even then only a mere pastiche of pictures
drawn by a blind and incomprehensible artist.
until you understood that that blind artist was yourself.
Later still, memories piled up like crashed cars,
the race was so speedy and your recording of it so slow.
The grooves in your mind turning too shallowly
only engraved enough to record no more
than a few starkly etched moments.
Not until you plunged into an age older
than your growing body did you begin to ask yourself
what was before all this world of your memory?
You see vaguely, an end and a beginning.
It seems that you were pushed outward
or inward only to displace an infinite length of string
to find this short rope of a life
that becomes shorter as it measures itself.
What puzzles you is
that you feel that there was an agreement
to die to yourself before you were birthed.
You come to believe this
because you understand that nothing comes
from nothing.
For now though you are this self-made being
with a past only as long as your first breath.
You want to know what came before.
You hope to recall that former self
behind its obscuring veil,
beyond that cryptic tabula rasa
of your continuing self.
Draw a straight line shallowly within the beach sand
The world is on the other side but I have your hand.
Step over it and were both off and running
Take a deep breath the wave is coming
The changing of the tide give it a try for me
The changing of the tide throw your bottle of worries into the sea
The changing of the tide what will it bring to you
The changing of the tide will you keep your point of view
The changing of the tide it gets closer everyday
The changing of the tide let your problems be swept away
You jumped right in but left your print behind
Did the water help to clear your mind
Your soul aches from the long swim
But you must keep going if you want to ever win
The changing of the tide give it a try for me
The changing of the tide throw your bottle of worries into the sea
The changing of the tide what will it bring to you
The changing of the tide will you keep your point of view
The changing of the tide it gets closer everyday
The changing of the tide let your problems be swept away
You made it there in one piece to the other side
There I was waiting for you with my heart open wide
You conquered it all on your own both fear and doubt
You know you had in you all the time but isn’t that what life is all about
The changing of the tide give it a try for me
The changing of the tide throw your bottle of worries into the sea
The changing of the tide what will it bring to you
The changing of the tide will you keep your point of view
The changing of the tide it gets closer everyday
The changing of the tide let your problems be swept away
Why do I always worry, you so often say,
I just want us safe rather than sorry one day.
Why did you ever worry initially, I gently said,
I know your story like I live inside your head.
Why should I even worry, we both ask,
I say, "I just want to plan for every task."
Why should you ever worry, I tell you lovingly,
"If I didn't love you, I'd treat you shallowly."
Why do we all tend to worry, we question,
It is because we feel invisible apprehension.
Why worry at all though, life is usually good,
It's just I think, "Am I living like I should?"
Why do I always worry for you, my lovely,
It is 'cause I need you and I to live freely.
Why worry though, when I have you
Always loving me in the ways you do.
There is an irrepressible field of thought
We learn resiliently better
more profoundly together
than competitively
and shallowly apart.
We feel better
in eco/ego-therapeutic teams
more than as isolated egocentric wanderers
more eccentric
than supported by nurturing environments
ego/eco-centrically populated
with WinWin players.
EcoCentric thoughts
informing EgoHealthy beliefs,
feelings
and resonant practice
practice
praxis;
Ego-disciplines of WinWin TeamPlay
are nutritional regimes,
health frames,
wealthy multicultural dialectals
For ecological Left-YangStrength
and theo-sensory Right-YinFlow equivalence
Conversing within WiseElder freedoms
to playwork and roleplay
what SolarGod might say
about baking out inhumane pathologies
with His retributive
and unkindly blind
patriarchal justice.
While EarthSoul Gaia RightYin
holds matriotically up
her restorative eco/ego-justice Northern fractal face.
DNA staring wave-linear
ultra-violetly back
into WiseElder RNA octaves
of harmonic deep learning revolutionary health,
secularly resilient
and sacredly resonant,
and together curiously integrative sanity
yet something of a creolic stew.
Steaming streaming with integrity nutritional images
through this post-millennial healthy field of time,
of thought
We deep relearn
our Left-Right EarthSoul
Yang/Yin ecology best
as WiseElders
cooperatively North-Teamed
self with resonantly plotting others,
eco-therapeutic discoverers
of healthier ZeroZone landscapes
WinWin
inside Yin
Gaia's EarthSoul of Integrity,
With outside YangGod SolarSpirit
of Universal PositivEnergy Democracy
ZeroZone Earth
WinWin Original
Nutritional
Intent.
Gaia EarthRights
with LeftYang reiterating and evaluating
competing ZeroSum waste streams
and group string theories
of bilaterally explicitYang
implicitYin sacred deep listening Time.
There remains a resiliently resonant field
of Left with Right dipolar thought
We learn
economically and politically and psychologically better
cooperatively together
than too Yang-competitively apart.
No matter where you are
you are with Him for ever;
no matter how far you travel
it is His distance – all matter
and spirit, the substance of
His being.
No matter how fast you run,
it is His pace and tracks;
no matter how quiet your mind,
he hears the stirrings within
our silence, those soundless
articulations, before the words,
our preludes to delineation –
No matter how deeply or shallowly
we breathe...He knows our limitless
capacity~nurturing, healing,
awakening us to live fully and outright
the sum of all His passions realized,
purified and exalted to their highest
forms of manifest-expression –
After all will be said and done, Love is everything....
I think, AI can fool the surface eye,
the sun of everyday common day --
the night of charming only twinkle glitter
night --
But, what it can’t fool~ is, complex
soul spectrum; what it can’t step away
from is, its own deceitful presence –
the blight of laziness -- felonious poetic
fixes.
Technology has its place and purpose --
let it not be, to dope one's own creative sense
of Fair-play.
God, perhaps, considering an AI earth --
populated with robotic integers, squiggles
of AI digital worth. Both heaven and hell
could be a lot smaller – an entire civilization
on one memory stick. Don’t be a shallowly
composing programmed dick.
Desire and want are on the far side.
A lifetime to crisscross black waters.
Say goodbye from your porcelain boat with a rudder of bones
Set sextant for shores of honey and gold.
Offer a diamond-studded prayer to Poseidon.
Sails filling with faith and tattered hope.
Tides can be cruel, or tides can be kind.
Rarely are they indifferent.
Currents are jesters that tickle the will, then smash the mind.
You'll soon yearn for tiny treasures long ignored and loves left behind.
Say, what did you find when you finally arrived?
On the far side -the furthest side.
Did you find what you needed: peace of mind?
After you scraped off barnacles and leeches.
Did you manage to sift the dream?
From the sirens and seagull screeches.
Now you've had your fill of the nymphs and the thrills.
Yearning to go back to old flames that you fled from.
The porcelain ship is cracked -weighted with gold
You shallowly pray to the God of infinite chances.
But he's finally run thin on custom-made patches.
You've gained no humility or wisdom.
So, you continually curse him.
Now you're stranded by your mind, tormented by time.
What did you extract from this great expansion?
From the journey of mirrors and hollow-eyed enchantments...
Now, brace for the pangs of the coming contraction.