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Acclimatization is a serious matter.
I mean one cannot keep bouncing around
a kaleidoscopic chameleon-like center
can one?
Therefore I have almost absolved myself from
causing all that emotional mayhem
that a youthful spirit engages upon
not having yet acclimatized itself
to whom I was, or to what I would become.
Was it my fault that all those
‘soon to be’ lovers
bought a copy of me,
an unedited work in progress?
Most who waded in the ankle-deep shallows
of those earlier days were but rough drafts,
early editions of what they eventually turn into.
The maxim: “they know not what they do”
has to apply or we would never arrive at that stage
of namely and to wit,
that stabilized imperfection most achieve.
Though I do pity the girls
who bought that knock-off copy of me,
the women who were scammed
by a none-copyright version of myself,
but to be fair,
they also were none-acclimatized
and should have saw
the dire warning: caveat emptor.
The babble of youth
grouped in gaggles like pecking geese
pricked by the silence of the unabsorbed,
garbed in the flesh or cloth too large
or too small for their burgeoning minds.
Gangly limbs akimbo
intent, inward…looking outward
flung like a sling-shot’s stone… forward
brimming with all too human DNA.
Stilled… a pensive brooding deepens
bonds of childish chatter break as Mother Goose clucks.
Heads are stabilized by, held up by white-knuckled fists,
free-hands continually rove the groomed while grooming
furrowed brows knit scattered kernels of thought.
The soft-shelled few gaze glazed, dazed
contemplate the ground unfulfilled
ponds of thought mine the mirrored depth
the hooded eyes of the limb-crossed
capping a fountain of chi…
Feel free to explore my future fondly as we erase the horrid memories of our vast past that zips by our minds so fast
Peel away the pain with jovial self-control
Faith is always going to remain in you and I, so have no fear and I bless you with worry-free embraces and kisses of plentuous pleasurably prosperous passion
Eh, just strengthen yourself up and face your fears... Don't be hesitant and reserved all the time - being timid makes anyone look like an idiot one way or another
A woman named Eleganté wants to marry you so that you and her could be stabilized, secure and surreal individuals...perfection is an illusion we all fall in love with unfortunately
Feel free to make sexy love while I try to think of a way to break free from my cowardice ways... I am scared and freaking out right now, so save me from death, oh Lord of Host...virtuous, prudent patience shields me from negativity and conmotion altogether
Fine, I understand that this life is fleeting, but let me increase my faithfulness bit by bit as my spirit and I see fit...hoping that bravery can see me through the hurt I felt in the past and am feeling in the present at the moment - I am as bold as a bald eagle, taking wing from on high fervently and confidently not to mention that I am triumphantly impressed by your extroverted genuiseness...My flourishing foubdation is like a godly tent in the wilderness of Agape love and devotion alike...I love you, Lord, from the beginning until the end and you as well, my friend
15 years I have been a prisoner
I was the victim of identity theft
Who I was, that person was stolen,
And it was I who had to do the time
Despite not being the culprit of the crime
Half my life was taken away from me
and i couldn't do anything about it
apart from spending my every waking moment every ounce of energy all of my will and brain power saying every prayer to anyone upstairs trying hoping crying fighting for freedom
Then the day came freedom was on the horizon
My shackles were removed the doors were finally open
My exoneration had been granted I was a free women
My fight for freedom had finally been won
The golden gates to life were unlocked lifted they had been opened
My eyes thought it a mirage of lies,
My brain believed it bate being dangled for me to bite
Another humans cruel joke a sick sense of humour
My heart heaving believing it false nothing but lies
Yet it yearned to believe it was truly true
My hope had been broke so many times before it couldn't cope with it even once more
I couldn't believe it was all finally finished
Over done fineto
The fight was over and I was the Victor
Victorious yet I still felt like a prisoner
The doors opened yet I was stuck stationary
Everything I had spent 15 years fighting for
Was just over the threshold of that door
It was easily within my grasp but it wasn't that easy
I couldn't just step through to freedom
Although the pain from my chronic illness had stabilized
More damage had been done than anyone had realised
My mind was a mindbogglingly mental mess that I was left to address
This was something I hadn't even considered or even processed
So I then had to acknowledge my freedom fight wasn't over yet
A new battle has now begun an invisible fight against my own mental state
A mind set born from 15 years of imprisonment, addiction anguish and pain
it isn't a positive thought process that Ive been left with and have now gained
I think it's safe to say many more battles to fight in this war are up ahead,
Me against I my against me and that Is what I truly fear and dread the enemies are inside my own head.
My Lord and I have a history, and through Him, I have victory.
His Presence is no mystery, but is always embracing me,
Creating intimacy and making me feel safe and totally free.
Anytime I have felt like a troubled sea,
His word has always calmed and stabilized me.
His church has made me feel that I truly belong.
His steady Spirit has kept me strong.
I always know where to run when I am wrong.
Into His loving arms, I can always find a song.
Regardless of how long, unfair, or how hard the test,
In His sanctuary, I always experience my haven of rest.
Even when I grow weary and worn, and my patience wears thin,
Like the gentle chimes near my window pane, slightly touched by the winds,
He always speak to me in the soft tones of a whistle, and my soul is soothed.
I'm grateful that His written word balances me so that I never need be fooled.
082820PSCtest, Alliteration Regarding Relationship With God, Beata Agustin
First Place
homelands / husbands / playing house / strands
& strings of horses behind strangers lounging
un-belonging to Thebes of Sevens or women,
depending on how you slice matters, as a perspective
as a twisted bark of favors
sneaky is a wooden gift donkey at a garden gate
overbitten hinge with ten front teeth, grinning
hidden from you looking into it, questioning
its motivated patience rolling up in wait—
weighted with sweat-salted men huffing
inside an oaken belly chewing tight lips, they be-lying
trojan claims of apple cake philanthropy, a ready hoof
as a broken wood tooth busted off in breaching trollop
secretly hiding a picked body of men
beckoning their silent armies to bolster a side
there lies in its midst a flatulence of language
no fox lays a stake on the hole—
protecting its skulk in prevention of domestication's leash
as all before have done, better a murder
of crows than shifting troops proving
stud horses hiding should be stabilized
as leashing foxes having lost the lead
chasing a venery— manufactured hare meant for horse
plot-plottering hooves against his own wood
stoking a smoke-show inside a swollen belly
raking at the gates to get out of the agreement
of being,
for being part of the picked body, scrutinized
for pulling short to remain quiet at the dying chaos
of the rattling sounds from a losing side
The victim (humor)
I was in my fifties when women found me desirable
And I became a victim of their lust.
The wife of a friend of mine came in as I came out
of the bathroom starkers.
I'm a moral person, but this was an unavoidable situation
So we ended up in bed until she fainted.
Women talk, I got a call from a woman who had a swimming pool
In the backyard, I drove there, but she wanted more
And more she got until she fell exhausted asleep.
I drove home, and my old girlfriend was outside my house
She was drunk, wanted more wine, I gave it to her, and she demanded
sex, happily, she fell asleep when she awoke, she thought
We had had sex, she had a shower, and wanted white wine
before driving home, kissing me warmly, asked me if she was
Good in bed reassured her that she was the best.
It was as if my sex life had reached a crescendo, a heart surgery
stabilized my emotional life; I should have taken the women
to court, I had only wanted to be friendly
And they used my goodness to their advantage, but it is too late
But I can complain to the # MeToo movement
I could have stood stabilized
ignoring what I long realized,
but I changed my life, thinking it wise
to face my fears with honest eyes.
Being alone scared me so,
the thought brought me woe.
Fear determined much in my life;
thus I wrongly chose to be wife.
I needed comfort from another’s arms
to keep away all of solitude’s harms.
Wrong marriages, wrong men,
nothing as it should have been.
Mistakes made once, repeated again
all so loneliness would not win.
Needing to know what I’m made of,
I confronted solitude using self-love.
Packing hope, I moved to the east coast.
Once alone, I sought what I needed most -
fulfillment from my own company.
The attempt failed, success eluded me.
Now lonely years have grown an entity
completely sown from all I lost in me.
Learning truth can be cruel,
smiles disappear, pain does rule.
The more I lost of myself
the more shadows grew of something else.
I seemed to fade away
as loneliness sent me astray.
I honestly tried and truly lost
leaving heart and head to access the cost.
No friends call my name.
No lover eases my pain.
Loneliness sits by my side,
invisible to other’s eyes.
Constant in attendance and gray
pain feeds from all in me that went away.
I know sadness, I carry its weight,
my very self is lost in its wake.
I confronted my fear to be awoken,
a quest that left me sad and broken.
About the digital age and loss of human fidelity and meaning
South core stabilized after all the smoke had cleared.
None could understand how such occurrences could be part of every day life, but the setup was inevitable.
All relied on another type of persistent Image outside of the self. The other path discovered unto destruction by the hand of crafty men.
Despite the failures, they persisted on the path.
They created higher dimensions of interference against the intuition of the native images until one day, the merger occurred.
No one could anticipate the outcome.
The complete loss of the native images to the present new Image seeing everything.
Like the god Image of old, a new more prescient Image demanded performance at the limit of the native images.
None could accept the serfdom but none could escape the reality imposed.
All wished for the smoke for relief.
“There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.”
Quote by Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf
I saw a shooting star the other day
It made me think of things to say
It made me think of how the sky is gray
How life is so complex in a major way
How the moon in the sky shines at night
How the sun's rays beam with the perfect light
How we sit back and gaze at the sky above
How we give the Earth so much love
How we are stabilized and so well-grounded
How the frequency waves are so astounding
How the clouds move through the sky with motion
How the rain comes down in large portions
How the ground gets wet and the moisture starts to form
How it goes back into heaven where life is born
So now I'm sitting here writing this poem
Because I saw a shooting star from my bedroom