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Quantities of time feel nothing.
Calculating, accumulating and subtracting,
days and weeks,
months and years and decades
roll past our eyes and ears
our growing and shrinking stomachs
to leave their strong and weak-grooved rings
of satiation and emaciation
I only feel and remember qualities of EarthTime
co-arising passions and co-gravitating pleasures
or dissonant dispassionate and painful reactions
of fear about time's future survivable qualities
anger about oppressive time's past conflicts
burning hot bright volcano hatreds
adrenaline flowing flashes
uncontrollable as suppressed bliss
only completely invested, immersed,
passionately engaged within a resiliently timeless
moment of deeply resonant quality
too seldom aware of Earth's intelligent co-present
co-passionate
co-binary sacred/organic fertility
of divinely humane grace
eternally synergetic dancing
through rationally measured quantities
of merely mortal metric times.
Sacred qualities of time's regenerate evolutions
long to feel everything belonging once again together,
beyond a foggy lapse of co-empathic solidarity
ReLigiously re-membering our golden era
co-relational peaceful qualities
richly feeding on Earth's matriarchal placentas
when all felt now-ly timeless
and originally right
feeling healthy
nurturing trusted truths
of loving kindness
feeling qualitatively good
and warm-full beauty filled.
Perhaps here lies our deeper measure
of time's healthiest meaning-full quality,
economically cooperative
and politically synergetic
and ecologically co-relational
EarthMother organically breeding
and sacredly feeding ecotherapy
Deep dancing
while surface surfing
through this timeless now
of polypathic potential win/win consciousness
Qualitative feelings positive through negative
emerging from and for and through and in and on and over each now
submerging into past speciating
branching co-passion's pleasure impressed re-memories
and dispassion's painful suppressed memories
Trees of old strong-rooted felt re-ligion
qualitatively comparing
contrasting
our original embryonic nurturing qualities
for richer eco-political sacred health
and less EarthMother dis-organic pathology
through this eternally regenerating now
quality of TaoTime's feeling peace-full
pronoia
win/win ego/eco-conscious co-passion.
This is the Simplest alibi of this timeless magnum Opus, that I am not the capital
This is a point of exclamation in me, that I am not the majestic warrior
eternal.
Only one hope is remaining there, and up she goes, in round and round
I will be there, with you, to the farthest, along a shore of life, predestined.
In a lonely lit-up night, an enchanted one, the midnight hymn came as mine
My beloved, your face had the bliss of a smile line, my chime.
In one unbearable moon-lit day, when the solar lamp dimmed low
I knocked at your door, there
Weaving some knick knack, words sounding pretty, I yearned for you.
My love, where art thou?
I’m the center. You are my encircled bohemian, the only eternal , staying there that remains!
I’m the empire in your submerging love, an entropy ruling in me, all that fall short in sense!
I’m the center. You are my encircled bohemian, the only eternal , staying there that remains!
I’m the empire in your submerging love, an entropy ruling in me, all that fall short in sense!
Love, an endless epic for poets, wandering swiftly through the reigning gypsy times.
For no good reason, a blister in a scorching hot sandy dune, then a sleepy oasis chimes.
I thought that I’m an exception there, a loner , far from the madding crowd.
Too cuddly a love, only a mannerism, words are often playing there, as it could.
Why are you that smile at me that rules me often on the full swing whim?
Why are you that sweet poem on a versed phone call, in words of a brim?
Today, you’re a enchained latitude in my gaze, too long a brushstroke in my palette
I am a helpless frozen teardrop there, brittled.
I’m the center. You are my encircled bohemian, the only eternal , staying there that remains!
I’m the empire in your submerging love, an entropy ruling in me, all that fall short in sense!
I reached the domain of stardom, from the Jupiter to the saturn
A nomadic I, traveler through your passion of love, in high, a mere elongation. Expression.
I’m the center. You are my encircled bohemian, the only eternal , staying there that remains!
I’m the empire in your submerging love, an entropy ruling in me, all that fall short in sense!
Severely withdrawn as a doggone lad...
I wanted someone to hear me shout for help
as recently recalled
when yours truly a little barking whelp.
After conversing with Amélie Beth
(yesterday February 26th, 2021)
yes, the same sibling diagnosed
with nodule on her right lung
chatted with said family member.
Her brother (yours truly), could not sleep
last night/early this morning
what would ewe expect
this rambunctious poet do... count sheep?
Okay... wool ye go ahead and lambaste me!?
Ordinarily counting backwards from one hundred
helps trigger rem memorable cycles
(never if ever rarely reaching zero -
cipher, nought, the big goose egg...)
usually does the magic, (albeit cheap trick)
constituting one garden variety supertramp,
who within blink of eyelash nods off to dreamland
succumbing and submerging into subconscious.
More so the latter half
(regarding unsainted) days
of mein kampf
lived more satisfactorily
meaning emotions shared
between yours truly
and family members.
Suddenly important for me
(at approximately 743.999 months
athwart planet Earth)
to finagle acknowledgement
constituting care and concern
regarding welfare of loved ones.
Rather, a necessity to unleash
pent up sentiments activating
"Damn the torpedoes,
full speed ahead!"
An injustice to myself
and deprivation to recipient, i.e. Amélie
(who accidentally, inadvertently,
and unwittingly triggered feelings
of grievousness, ire, joy... )
to act adamant and withhold
for whom the bell tolled
valuable unpleasant turmoil
or heavenly bliss within
mine psychological state
most therapists and/
or self actualized individual
would concur if polled
wisest, loveliest and healthiest
personal choice to share
lest internalized heart wrenching dilemma
compromise palpable mutual
(of Omaha) kith thing catharsis
freeing restrained pent up angst
kinship therapeutic as “Wild Kingdom,”
whereby respective psyche
constituting uber brotherly spirit
doth lyft among soundcloud
shutterflying amidst
imagined lilies of field
engendering region knolled
king dome united, extolled
and linkedin courtesy nirvana.
An Unlively Very Stiff (upper Lip) Masquerade
(any resemblance between averred one laid
to rest and yours truly...purely coincidental
regarding unnamed person liberated
into heavenly glade!)
though innocently youthful looking air
at three score year,
or so the trumpeting "FAKE" mirrored reflection
(animated, sans Alexa) programmed tube lear
and spout, one most familiar Shakespeare
refrain (frequently misinterpreted) wherefore
art thou Romeo, really translates as
“Why did you have to be a Montague?”
no matter living to max,
I did not accrue
hoping to lyft mine uber last dying wish,
no matter body besotted, kissed,
and riddled with ague
spirit fights futile demise submerging
into bone a fied underworld brew,
any bargain exhausted with grim reaper
past hour to argue
lifelessness accorded ritual
traversing along deathly
other mortals traversed, paved,
and hallowed avenue
sudden agedness tolled
danse macabre league
with trumpeting battue
rigor mortis in toto
human flesh turned blue
oddly starved of wrinkles
thee only cherished clue
that perhaps...key expiration
coroner did misconstrue
bah...false alarm let somber retinue
solemnly proceed so poet can continue
pointless against corpse
dead letter diktat to counterargue,
nor against cosmic creator
can one countersue,
or expect miraculous success cue
wing sudden resurrection,
when biological processes
particularly brought to halt by dengue
fever, and rendering void
erroneous, unlikely mistaken
death sentence, hence sigh continue
and marvel quiet eternal repose
avails most pronounced distingue
lying in state (within coffin)
pulling out all stops
guaranteeing her/his endue
perhaps casket sealed with
decedent's favorite chiffon fondue
unsure what grim missing fate will ensue,
asper the (soul) surviving,
perhaps reincarnated within
commencement of fescue
as verdant leaves of
wit man ask grass
or if cremated...surely
spiritual embodiment freed thru flue
but no matter,
(je ne sais quois) glue
thee only I French I knew
before bidding dearly departed
may dog bless ye - adieu!
If only you knew
Of how painful is the throb
That grips my heart
When I think of how cold you are
Towards me, Love!
If only you knew,
Of how powerful are the waves
That strike my coast
Submerging me in their surge
Drowning my tears in them
Killing me with their might!
If only you knew,
Of those dreams that I have constantly,
Those dreams related to both of us
Those dreams, given to me by the skies,
Wanting so eagerly to see us being
By each other's side
While we row our given boat
In the murkiness of this world's swamps!
If only you knew,
Of how desperate I feel
When I think that you may not see reason
In between the folds of that mystical side
Of mine which is related to you!
If only you knew,
That I have sworn to the skies
To be made to cease to exist
Should it be that you love me not!
After all, the roots that bind us together
Originate from the source of all existence
If only you knew,
That you came in this world,
For my sake,
But, blinded by Maya's veil,
You have forgotten about everything else!
If only you knew,
That you are a fallen God,
Fallen for my sake,
And that your cause on Earth
Would turn out to be void
If you choose not to cuddle my heart
In between the desirous pulls
Of your lips!
If only you knew
Of how I yearn for an opportunity
To tell you of same,
When you have pushed me into
A blank silence,
A silence which witnesses my tears,
My fears, my floods and the wilting of my flowers!
If only you knew
That you are hurting the Gods
By not abiding to their will!
Pray, if only you knew
That this world is not your home,
Never has it been so and never shall it be
Awaited you are back there,
With me by your side!
If only you knew,
But how would you?
When you refuse to let me open up
To you,
As you most probably see not my pain,
My hurt, my agony, my visions,
And my dreams!
How would you?
When I remain overpowered here,
Countered on all sides
By the frugality of maya and its illusions!
How would you?
When I remain mad
Mad, with my wild imagination
And my mystical visions!
"This Naked Dance"
This naked dance
before the tenuous
judgement of sentences
the company of words
from all the silent voices
seated in the front rows
of this our dark audience
the jury of lost lovers
wanting their heroes
to hear songs stolen
delivered by angels
swallowed by demons
their notes played in
affidavits continuous
in the courts of denial
these habits contagious
lifted by suede fingertips
to Munch mouth
a cavernous silence
waiting for some
sound of contrition
from the you
without numbers
now free pool playing
piano keys
reversing the tune
of our journey
smyth sewing stitches
is your gaol
opening memories in
the industrial room
there are no windows
to see the blue sky
of you once were
some kind of happy
before the damage
I’ll walk through
all your mirrors
like a ghost
that haunts you forever
to find where
the heart of you split
and scattered
in the bleak corridors
of your prisons
forgiveness
comes and goes
in silent waves
back into the shores
and certainties of me
then is dragged out
tangled up to the mast with you
in the hangman’s rope
submerging
in the undertow
with the tide of our life
to where the things
with sharp teeth
wait for us
we are not fat enough
with life yet to be seen
as delicious
there is something missing
within us
we are standing still
we are asphyxiated
sucked to the sides of life we are
pilot fish in the corridors
of our phantom penitentiary
not prescient enough
to evolve fully our flavours
to become complete
so we continue to dance naked
in deeper waters
pushing envelopes
before the tenuous
judgement of sentences
the company of words
from all the silent voices
seated in the front rows
of this, our invisible
dark audience
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Come as You Are" / Emilie Simone (Nirvana cover)
https://youtu.be/3So59E6NxSg
All I see
is washed away
into the sea, the Sea of Humanity.
Swarming seamy sea surging sorrows of self pity
whisking waking hours of human emotion
draining liquid fluids of human life
into a sub calming vortex of logic
for accomplishment and conquest.
Deeply drowning the happiness of self worth
with it's lapping wet tongue of bathing insults
it's submerging swell of hate and neglect
it's selfish flood of bristle equality.
A boisterous cry of self indulgence
It's confirming body of acceptance
Deluging the thinker is wet rot
leaving him to suffocate in his own
wallow of tears on the edge of a banishing shore.
To be original is to be cast adrift
alone on the raft of life
dying of thirst salty water cannot quench
defeated by sweat and heat
souls evaporate into the boiling mist
of delusion for defiance against the will
of the Sea of Humanity.
Engulfed by the weight of the mighty oceans surge
I withdraw back into myself
Escaping within my mind of dreams desires devotions
Inner truths of compassion and forgiveness
But I am awaken by the splashing spray
Of the seas lusting shower
And taste the bitterness of my salty fears.
Discovering myself bloated and numb
open glazed eyes that stare blankly inward
toward the oceans depth
ears that hear the singing sirens of the oceans mouth
luring me closer to the shipwreck damnation conformity
a constant unison murmur bewitching tranquil acceptance.
I envelope myself into its lusty whipped foam
devoured by its rhythmic lapping
soothing fingers that wave calm my troubled spirit
like the sands that wash away from the shore
I am consumed into the void grey sea of faceless millions
streaming my soul into it's swell
washing away my existence into its bosom
drowning my dreams desires and devotions into its murky waters
I conform to belong as one
I am weaved into the wave of masses
Laughing into the sound of madness
of the Sea of Humanity
I succumbed to be submerged in its submission.
It would seem, that, humans,
Too sensitive to deal with the harshness of life
Prefer to fly on clouds, even if temporarily
To make themselves believe
That existing can be made of goodness!
Opiates, making of them zombies,
Accrue! And selling lords, depending on these
Turn into millionaires, selfishly patting their stomachs
After each meal they pay themselves with the dependency of
These frail souls!
Why, would it be too much to see humans self-imbibed with faith
Regardless of however such may be presented, but,
Having as sole aim, the drive and the power
Which would allow them to live their ascribed due
While keeping a mental check that everything about life
Is temporary; from pleasures to pain;
From satisfactions to miseries
From smiles to bloody tears!
Why, would those same opiate yearning suffering souls
Not have opened their wings
And spread the warmth of their soul
Across lands and seas?
Pray, Earth is a mere prison, and we, humans
Have broadened limits
Though we do have the capacities to cross borders
In the very end, we find roots grown from our feet
And fastening us to Earth’s soils
Till the winds of the unknown
Blow out our candles and take our consciousness
Gliding across realms we are yet to discover!
Being a prison, existing here is bound to be harsh
And the power that thrust us here
Shall be merciless and cruel
While expecting us to kneel in front of it
Seeking repentance and redemption!
Escaping the reality, through temporary and addictive rides
On false and colorful clouds
Will have us ending nowhere except going in circles
In an unexplained world, revolving upon itself
And binding us to the reactions of our actions!
Opiating reality, submerging psychotic abuse
Alarming concern, immersing and suffocating us
In a sea of revulsion, in which either we drown
In its waters and turn into its foams
Or, we reach the shores guided by our intrinsic
Belief in the blinking lights of our perception of a lighthouse!
Standing on the shore, A girl fully clothed with no shoes. Her eyes filled with great suffering.. .lost hope ensues. As she notices the water stretches as far as she can see, her hearts implore won't let her be. The sky changes color. First green to blue then gray. Much to her dismay her shattered emotions now egress. "The color gray, the color gray." her tears profess traveling down her face "Oh, why the color gray." A color so dark, so deep, still allowing you to see the depiction of sadness it brings. To the sky, in her heart, buried deep in her mind. In the sky is that feeling. A very isolated out-pour of a feeling.. a feeling she tryed so desperately deny.
The tide, closing in. small foamed waves now landing at her feet. It's so cold, the water. Identical to her, how she feels, all she only knows now. Numbness. Weakness. and her defeated soul. Depleted ..A heart is now left with no beat. She reflects on the lost hope her broken heart tried to hide. Seeing within herself the damage it has done. "Love is it" she says in a soft whisper ".. love is it."
The disturbance of the oceans song snatched her out of realization. As she listened to the water, as it forcefully emerges hitting the shore and it's rocks with all it's might, as she listened to the water cascade back towards the ocean only to return hitting harder. The ripples and waves. Uncontrolled, involunterily. She is relieved for the ocean is singing the same song. Her song.."Love is it" she mumbled. "It understands how I feel. It knows exactly what I am going through." She smiles. "Love is it. The beating of my heart, with pain constrained inside it. The utmost sadness. Blinded happiness and misguided hope." The heart lies beat-less... No more discursion: Her last thought before submerging her body deep into the depths of ocean. In acceptance. Drowning. No longer standing on the shore. A girl fully clothed with no shoes.
Earth health-love resonance
is bird song
contrasted to dissonance
of non-ecologos
decaying cars
and non-theomythic truck technologies
of terror
and mismanaged motorcycles
flowing incessantly by.
Optimal resonance lives inside an eco-forested bird sanctuary
before and after a WestWind storming toward East
contrasted to challenged resonance
of living every WinLose day
next to a bird-nested tree
and a State HighWay.
These influence our polycultural health-love outcome potential
hearing Either-Or deductive contrast
as Left-oppositional and Right-appositional,
bipolar egocentric and dipolar eco-harmonic,
and see Both-And induced comparisons
polypathic wonder of ego-health potential
with polyphonic awe for eco-wealth integrity,
And not so monoculturing mundane much
as simply and always Win-Lose fundamentalism,
Either deductively successful
Or reductively impossible;
anti-inductive mistrust.
Future Search of a newborn child,
Both-And Elder RightBrained,
regardless of species
or multicultural seasoning,
is boundaried by DNA-RNA's historical
holonic iconic meaning
folding-unfolding fractals
in emerging-submerging bilateral Time.
In this same way,
Future Search of post-millennial Real 4Dimensional Time
regeneration
is double-boundaried
by WinWin PositivEnergy
historical and ecological confluent memories
and LoseLose NegativEntropic
dissonant
absence of Future WinWin ReSearchers,
whistling birdsong favorites
after climatic WesternDominant storms.
BeLoved Resonant
mythic mystery
lies within wu-wei cusps
Tipping Points of Left-nature with Right-spirit,
secular experience of and for sacred iconic memory,
ecologos and theomythos
reweaving
reconnecting Left with Right,
Yang with Yin,
EgoPatriarchs in healthy love with WiseElder EcoMatriarchs
inside as outside,
within as without,
below as above
Zero Health-Articulating Zones
for Win-Win love.