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What is the difference between night and day... between darkness and light... Evil and good... Angel and Demon... How can we live among each other and survive.. hearing about hope.. trust.. honesty... and how can they live with Lust, despair, depression, agony, anger and such heartlessness...
You speak to me about this word called "Hope"..
Everyone has a chance to create their own lives.. to change the hand they were dealt
That there is something better out there
You just have to remind yourself of all the small happiness that happened to you over the years and it soon becomes greater than the despair..
You claim to be sadness.. to be depression..
In reality you just have moments of lowness...
Your world is surrounded with beautiful waving trees
A sunset that lights up the dawn sky
Somehow the ocean looks beautiful to you, the glistening of the sun upon the waves
You see happiness in everything that happens to you, you see something positive in all the things life gave you
But..
What if we do not see the same thing, what if I live in the darkness...
The deranged half of this world of which you cannot see..
What if everything you see, I see in complete blackness..
The sky is grey, the ocean is red... and the aura around my world is chained to a dark future..
How is it that we can live on the same planet.. but see two different views..
I can sense your light.. you can sense the darkness I hold within me.. All I see for you is a horrible ending.. Your hope.. is my dark secret
In my world I see you as the beggar.. the one who tells you good tales.. but can never prove them.. and keep asking for your attention.. they want you to believe them.. but yet you cannot see the sun in bright orange colors because in your world there is no sun .. there is only a moon...
Your beautiful day for me is like the desecration of a grave...
So I will ask you again...
What is the difference between night and day... between darkness and light... Evil and good... Angel and Demon... How can we live among each other and survive.. hearing about hope.. trust.. honesty... and how can they live with Lust, despair, depression, agony, anger and such heartlessness... ?
Does light.. somehow stabilize.. the darkness... ?
Can a Demon live without lusting for something pure?
How is it that the day can turn into night so quickly as if its not painful.. ?
Cindy
By Franklin Price
03/04/2022
When I first met you Cindy, you were another person's spouse
You became a friend to Barb and me, were always welcome in our house.
People always stopped and stared, your beauty was in bloom
You were then, a trophy wife, when you walked into the room.
We all became the best of friends, rode Harleys everywhere
Whenever someone saw us, all the rest of us were there
You and Barb became the best of friends, went in business together
Through thick and thin you persevered, through clear and stormy weather
You left the marriage you were in, and you moved on to another
Searching for some satisfaction with a younger biker brother.
I'm thinking that the sex was good. You married him. What for?
Though your looks were of perfection, had love to give and so much more.
Barbara saw that more within you, your intelligence came through.
You were more than just an object, you had more in life to do
You were more than just a play thing, Barb had made you realize,
The work, and love and friendship, had really opened up your eyes.
All our lives were changing, Barb's and mine had turned about.
Billy's and her heads were banging and I had to get her out.
We moved to North Carolina, where it took her several years
To come to grips, and stabilize, and dry up most her tears.
We were saddened by departing, leaving everyone behind
But if we did not do it, she would have lost her freaking mind
You took over all the business, and you really made us proud
You are more than just an object, you're a standout in the crowd.
You've divorced your biker buddy, and took back your maiden name,
Still printing out “Checks on Demand”. You are changing up your game.
Barbara has passed away, all her pain on earth is through
I'm still here and cheering, for some joy and peace for you.
I would love to be a part of that, as we travel on through life
You have lost your best friend Barbara, who was my own best friend and wife.
We both have friends and family who will help us move along
I would like us to be more than that. Does that make my liking wrong?
You make my heart beat faster when I call you on the phone
To hear your voice assures me that I'll never be alone
Her love brings us together. She's so much of who we are.
She's still resides within us, she'll always be our shining star.
I am twenty-one.
It’s a hot, summer day in 1963.
I’m in Lubbock, Texas, at Reese Air Force Base
And I’m climbing the ladder into a supersonic T-38 jet.
The parachute strapped to my back is cumbersome.
I can feel the sweat running down my legs.
Settling into the ejection seat, I strap myself in,
Attach my G-suit to its umbilical cord,
Connect my oxygen mask, microphone and headphones
To their nearby connections.
I am exhilarated as the plane and I are becoming one.
Yet, I am the master and it will faithfully follow my commands.
I start through my lengthy checklist,
And as I power up each engine,
I feel my supersonic rocket ship coming to life.
The engines’ whine reverberates through my headphones
As the instrument panel comes alive
And the myriad of needles jump and stabilize in unison.
I signal the plane captain to remove the chocks.
He salutes me and I smartly respond.
A gentle nudge of the two throttles starts us on our way.
I close the canopy and turn on the air conditioning.
A cold mist blows out of the vents.
I take my mask off and smell it to make sure it’s not smoke.
It never is.
I pull down my helmet’s visor
And tune the radio to the ground control channel.
My headphones come alive with air traffic chatter.
I can see other T-38’s in the distance taking off and landing,
Gracefully, like giant storks swooping down to earth
And then back up again.
I eagerly await my chance to join the flock
As I feel in complete synergy with my exquisite flying machine.
Now it’s my turn as I pull onto the runway.
I press down hard on the brakes
As I push the throttles forward
And check my engines’ instruments
For the thousandth time.
I focus on the centerline ahead of me
As I release the brakes
And push the throttles into full afterburner.
I feel them rather than hear them
As they explode behind me
Leaving a trail of angry, red hot flames.
Their force pushes me back into my seat
As I accelerate down the runway like a dragster.
I pull back on the stick and feel the wheels leave the ground.
We’re airborne!
Gear up, flaps up, as the ground quickly recedes beneath us.
I point the nose upwards and we head to thirty-thousand feet.
My rocket ship and I are happy.
I am smiling.
Life is good.
The children of Enoch
In a time of obscure realm and ancient lore,
Sodom was the brimming cup of secrets to score.
The primordial drama of good and evil unfolds,
Enoch’s antiquity’s timelessness beholds.
The corruption of the sacred and insatiable lust,
when angels and daughter of men entrust.
Irrepressible desire to beget children by these women,
spellbound egos power abdomen.
Zarathustra the Persian prophet made it very clear
warning everybody of unnamed horrors to fear.
Angels of dark and their twisted heavens version,
conceived children and their devouring dispersion.
That society latched to war games to commit genocide,
in defense of their holy claim and bride.
Gabriel was send to destroy the children of fornication,
by inciting them to their own self destructive sensation.
The great flood suppose to wipe out false prophecies,
the false spirit of unrest to proof powers tragedies.
Given them an everlasting station to be in consumed,
never to obtain peace and remission in sin confused.
Every act of blasphemy, tyranny and manipulation,
will be the righteous discloser into life eternal.
These angels and followers are no longer to rise,
to the realms of heaven and purities of eyes.
Demons who wander about the riches of the world,
confirming their manner of life to be adored.
They worshipping beauty and glory that fades,
calling murder the most intimate act it mates.
The doom by their pleasure in sensual stimulation,
riotous and rancorous living inhalation.
A shroud upon our life and good people’s nature,
when worthless currency is given in exchange of labor.
The watchers eroding our planet for so long,
and if they could every soul to capture lifelong.
The system manipulates the food to stabilize sickness,
giving health department richness.
The love of money rooted in pride and lust,
vices that feeds the sexual prowess must.
Defying the Almighty by abuse the sacred law,
inferiorities and boosting one selves by every awe.
Life in itself needs to become a scripture of a kindled soul,
giving in love is far beyond all perception as whole.
The children of Enoch
In a time of obscure realm and ancient lore,
Sodom was the brimming cup of secrets to score.
The primordial drama of good and evil unfolds,
Enoch’s antiquity’s timelessness beholds.
The corruption of the sacred and insatiable lust,
when angels and daughter of men entrust.
Irrepressible desire to beget children by these women,
spellbound egos power abdomen.
Zarathustra the Persian prophet made it very clear
warning everybody of unnamed horrors to fear.
Angels of dark and their twisted heavens version,
conceived children and their devouring dispersion.
That society latched to war games to commit genocide,
in defense of their holy claim and bride.
Gabriel was send to destroy the children of fornication,
by inciting them to their own self destructive sensation.
The great flood suppose to wipe out false prophecies,
the false spirit of unrest to proof powers tragedies.
Given them an everlasting station to be in consumed,
never to obtain peace and remission in sin confused.
Every act of blasphemy, tyranny and manipulation,
will be the righteous discloser into life eternal.
These angels and followers are no longer to rise,
to the realms of heaven and purities of eyes.
Demons who wander about the riches of the world,
confirming their manner of life to be adored.
They worshipping beauty and glory that fades,
calling murder the most intimate act it mates.
The doom by their pleasure in sensual stimulation,
riotous and rancorous living inhalation.
A shroud upon our life and good people’s nature,
when worthless currency is given in exchange of labor.
The watchers eroding our planet for so long,
and if they could every soul to capture lifelong.
The system manipulates the food to stabilize sickness,
giving health department richness.
The love of money rooted in pride and lust,
vices that feeds the sexual prowess must.
Defying the Almighty by abuse the sacred law,
inferiorities and boosting one selves by every awe.
Life in itself needs to become a scripture of a kindled soul,
giving in love is far beyond all perception as whole.
Arthritic Vision Ponders Dementia's Dreams of Love's Future!
I’m a fool for you, dear one, if weakness, my choice,
As a man, though redundant, a poetic voice!
I’ll rain showers of kindness (won’t blitz your parade),
And have umbrella close by should glare suggest shade!
There’ll be lemonade iced down for days that it’s hot
And a jacket to borrow whenever it’s not!
Hold your hand if you tremble (from fear in some way),
As both ears lean to treasure what you have to say.
On a day you need rest, yours to cuddle and spoon,
And my home is your home (the back side of the moon?)!
Should we muse in Moon's crater, enjoy Earth’s green dells,
May we laugh, sing with birds, feel a breeze that foretells
That should we reincarnate, past’s gold’s ours to mint
To exchange for a future, it’s Karma well spent!
Might we live love in gardens, as husband and wife?
Is time ‘blush on a rose?’ Care to share afterlife?
Long Tooth
May 1st of 2019
Poet’s Notes:
I’ve long felt that there is nothing wrong with boldly declaring
that there are several friends in my life who I genuinely love,
women I still feel sexually attracted to. So am I then a new Don
Quixote (if not insane)? Am I tilting at windmills, to even dream
this quest is on a path of honor? Who has the time? What man
can clone himself, even in these days of moon landings!
To love any woman, even one woman is like trying to juggle
razor sharp Samurai Swords standing up in an empty canoe
without a keel or any ballast to stabilize you. It borders on the
edge of too much work, though the rewards may (to many men)
seem worth the effort, a dropped sword can sink one's boat!
How can one’s spirit be wholly free and feel love at the same
time? Nevertheless, to experience this is my purpose in life,
and my goal (if it is even possible) is to share this gift with as
many as I can, given the constraints of human life. Is there any
truth higher than this, “to love, one has to let go?” Oh, let ME
be loved by YOU in such a way (and still find you there!)
"The forest is a sanctuary where you can grow to be you," ... by the Poet.
The passing of a torch, when Spring was announced,
was noted in the melting quarter of winter memories, as a sun climbs in
its forgiving rays; hoping its extent will favor the many listless foliage
that shy away the hours and that will soon purify vividly.
A forest is a sanctuary of admirable heights,
indelible spreads in the reach of golden beams.
The nurturing glow is a blessed welcoming, as glimmerings of first light,
and in its duration;
at the lower regions,
are duly usual reliance on root's deep hold of the earth
will stabilize their stature.
The lesser herbage of lowly pinnacles beneath shades of tree boughs
whereby the sun's light skips and winks a trace of them, is nevertheless
enriched with nutrients that will foster its growth.
These passionate plantings in harsh spotty sites amid forested trees are all
functions of the grand scheme of nature at its finest. Two, of the three
sanctuaries, the Flora, is known as the greater of the living greeneries.
The Funga is the lesser of the verdancy of the woods' life.
Then there are the incidentals of nature, and their animated interactions known as the third sanctuary; the Fauna. They soar, stride, slide, and swim.
Most move free of incidents, and others, not quite so. It's the
beast of the jungle that rules. They set them, and when broken,
there will be consequences. It is the pattern set by nature for the cycle of life.
One life dies as a gift for another to live. These are the rigid realities of the
woodlands, though not limited here,
but relevant beyond this sanctuary's realm.
The entrance of Spring seasons well the vibrancy of greens evolving greener.
Anticipative varieties of colorful flowers can survive the thick overhangs
of a forest.
Fauna, or animal life forms, infest these regions generously.
Spring here in the forested jungles is no different from the expressed lands
beyond its perimeters.
The Wicket of Spring has opened its forest sanctuary.
Between us there is only place for tears and sighs
I’m right you wrong
I can’t stand that
I can’t stand this
I’m the queen
I'm superior
I'm the star
I’m the sun
I'm perfect
I'm better
I want
I need
I’m it
I....
I....
I...
All the sudden our world is full of "i"s
The u in us is now just two disjointed "i"s
All is fading, so is it worth it to keep the ties
When the love is long gone from each other eyes
I’m jealous of the us who used to touch the skies
Flying free, careless and happy like butterflies
Just two souls that didn’t care about the why's
Focusing on creating a world free of lies.
Now all the beauty is replaced by hidden guise.
That pride and prejudgments have jeopardize.
The us that once Inspired other’s envies, now agonize
and we’ve just became two specimens that others analyze.
I hate the "i" that refuses to understand the ultimate demise
the “I” that keeps hoping and begging for a last reprise
Blinded by a love that will no longer compromise
too afraid to see IT was something “I” fictionalize
I loathe the stubborn “i” that keeps you paralyze
The biases that push you to always scrutinize
The purest soul tendered with no disguise
The “i” in you that no longer sympathize
I’m afraid of the "i” who’s ready to finalize
Of all the voices that pushes me to soliloquize
Screaming, yelling, and telling me to finally realize
It was just make believe, one soul “i” over romanticize
No need playing the blame games or trying to ostracize
There’s always later, maybe time will help it stabilize
There is always a lifetime to try until tomorrow dies
Until there is no time and nothing else to revitalize
You....
You....
You...
You’re it
You need
You want
You’re better
You’re perfect
You’re the sun
You’re the star
You’re superior
You’re the queen
You can’t stand this
You can’t stand that
You’re right I’m wrong
Does it matter if at the end we are saying our goodbyes.
The light breeze brushes my hair
Instilling in me, some peace, even if
Somehow, that soothing calm shall give way
To hurricanes and typhoons, as it usually does,
For life is made to be such!
But the light breeze, while it brushes my hair,
Ruffles through the many folds of my being
And jolts my heart to a waking state!
Enough, shouts it, you have dozed for a decade
Let my sight guide you towards your awakening
Let my essence immerse you in its gleam
Let my beauty reciprocally appreciate your lustre!
Pray, shaken up, I frown at my surroundings
While trying to catch the breeze in my hands
So as to stop it from waking up my heart
But, it was too late,
It was impossible a task
As,
I could feel it happening,
Even if the moon is nowhere to be seen
Even if thick clouds hide the stars
And sleepy seem to be the firmament
Sleepy and uncaring about my whole transformation!
Aroused, my heart stops beating for a while
Before it starts reciting to me, words of romantic poetry
Words, so elevating and rhythmic that I turn them into songs
Songs, so powerful that they got caught on by angels
To be played in the realms of the other worlds!
After a while, my heart, still so excited,
Starts beating so fast that I feel breathless,
Why, it shouts, why did you push me to sleep
Can't you see how much time I have lost?
This world is meant to be enjoyed while my stay
Upon its soils does last
Now, I do have loads to catch up to!
Then, the beats stabilize to a stable pace
As, my heart becomes conscious of the many ills
Inhabiting the world
Saddened, it chooses to strengthen itself with helping hands
And bids me, to share there where I could
The compassion that it is made of!
Why, my heart has been awakened,
Life cannot be escaped
By pretending that it does not be
Or by losing ourselves in dream bubbles
Life is to be lived
Accompanied by an awakened heart
Such a one, which remains our driving force!
"The intensity of mutual affinity gradually turns passionate love into companionate love"
"Because different people react to different things differently at different points in
time, decency is a must to maintain order, largely because the human motive/intention
cannot be easily evaluated/determined/known"
"The higher the mutual affinity the greater the chance of achieving companionate love from passionate love"
"Love brings us all collectively, a step closer to realizing the truth and being partakers of the truth"
"The motive of any individual is one of the most difficult things that cannot always be easily determined"
“When the music of love surpasses the love of-for music then the world has started
realizing ~ knowing the truth ~ wisdom”
“In reality, the music of love dictates the pace of the rational love of-for music, not its understanding”
“The understanding of the music of love should induce orderliness”
“People’s love for music does not equate their understanding of the music of love”
“When the understanding of the music of love equates that of the love of-for music then
the truth has prevailed”
“When the need to know overcomes the need to be then will the music of love start equating
the love of-for music”
“Love is the highest height that a thought can ever reach”
"A picture is the combination of perspectives"
"A color reflects a perspective and the combination of colors reflects even more perspectives"
"Great orderliness is often always illogical-irrational to man"
NOTE
My definition
Affinity is that which aims-tends to increase proximity (whether physically or psychologically) , complement and or compensate similarities and or differences. It is that which establishes identity with another or in another based on or regardless of compatibility and it is facilitated by the need-urge to resolve-complete-stabilize-reach equilibrium with-in another.
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