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A sustained mystery for more long-term resilient cohabitation
is how to exchange high tolerance for ambiguity,
with, and not for, active curiosity about ambidexterity,
vulnerable dipolarity both/anding transparent bipolarity,
merging win/lose stuckness
in our emerging collective illusion
of ego-identity's fundamental
sacred
monocultural autonomy
Autonomy of identity
as if both necessary and sufficient
before humane/divine multicultural interdependence
could grow more robustly possible,
Rather than this Other historical way around
healthy yinterdependent yindivid-yangation
prior to egalitarian sacred identity
actually co-passioning
healthy dualistic potentiality,
While still in EarthMother's
ego/ecofeminist sanctuary
of integrity,
secular/sacred co-passioning Womb.
A more sustained mystery of more long-term resilient cohabitation
is exchanging high tolerance for ambiguity,
with, and not for, active curiosity about co-acclimating
trans-regenerations of nurturing timelessness.
What was and what has been and done
It was a rainy night full of loud noises and bleak emotions
Distraught about the cold and the empty feeling in the stomach
With low tolerance of having not much vitamins
Viruses eat away in the flesh within
Vomiting gross white worms that feed from within
Mind sickens when rapid beating of the heart
Decay of blood in the inside where disease erupts
At three years of age experience is all I need to know
That food is the key to survival at that young age
Picking it from the ground or eating insects
Separating the waste to just get the edibles
Fear of not having anything till that next day
You fall on the ground staring up into the sky
Immense pain in the inside that you have surpassed
The feeling of all the depressions of the world
When the world could feed its self
When the feeling of not having something to eat
Is all you fear, a gash on your foot full of maggots is nothing
The surface does not hurt as long as your mind has hunger
Think of all the worlds’ food being wasted
Because of its size, length, weight, unexpired dates
The dates that don’t even reach before it is bad
Gets thrown away, in a pile of waste
What was and what has been and done
A mother's hand trembles
as she brushes a tear from her eyes;
while watching her awkward child
standing all alone, forgotten.
As others, in their budding self-awareness,
catch glimpses as they run by, playing
at their games and life.
They were too young, perhaps,
to appreciate that difference will
often foretell brilliance, that genius
sometimes hides behind
shyness, and strength within
softly stammered words.
Instead, we often feel we must march
to the same annoying drum beat,
speak the same exhausted phrases,
and think only empty thoughts
to feel connected. While left alone,
the one who's different
finds contentment in tending
a garden of his dreams.
Perhaps he should have come to this
life a little later, when humanity
might have learned acceptance
of those unlike themselves, and
tolerance for minds greater than
their own.
But, for now, there'll be derision
as insecurity outruns compassion
in the human race. Yet, as sometimes
happens, the awkward one, rejected as
a playmate, is now extolled by many
critics for his masterpieces.
And we gaze in wonder at the loveliness
of the unique.
Denial to live a full and free life,
Segregation on creed, colour black or white,
How much tolerance must have been,
A call for human dignity and end of strife,
As came the South African apartheid,
A blot on developing intellectual breed,
Women and children could not escape abuse,
Human rights were not getting any heed,
No jobs, no food, such was the plight,
Even most educated had a pitiable fight,
Imprisoned without trial in unsanitary conditions,
Most horrible was the inhumane sight,
Mandela took a lifetime struggle to rescue,
All false allegations were taken true,
Then first election of universal suffrage,
How the time turned, had a least clue,
Defiance campaign with nonviolent resistance,
task undertaken with strong persistence,
Pursued racial equality and other human rights,
dilemma of democracy was coexistence !!
Long ago, there were no halls only open stages
If audience delighted, they would say 'once more.'
The actors went on acting for meagre wages.
Once, there was a full swing episode of folklore
Some guys went on saying 'once more' over again
Actors knew that they shouldn't offend audience
One actor was irked and decided to restrain
With cheerful face and showing utmost tolerance
Stated humbly, "one who says 'once more' has to pay"
Nice melodrama, the audience fell silent
No' once more' came until the end of the display
It was ended up smoothly without a complaint.
The Audience Falls Silent Poetry Contest
Syllable count: PS
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 10-05-2021
i am drawing a blank right now
the clock is sweating and becoming impatient
i see the dots and spots that formulate clots in the hollow banks of my memory
i am collecting the air as i write
the sky is dehydrated and becoming desperate
i notice that sags in my rags that causes invisible razors in the tags of my tattered clothing
i am draining my brain in vain
the walls are transforming into chatterbox chalkboards mercilessly tickling the tolerance of my sanity
i experience the faded scenes of genes thorughly dismantling the teams i once relied on to cope
all the while
blueprint rhythms pile
and go wild
every page emits rage
in a collective deluge of
escapades
i spin until the whirling
air kisses my eyeballs
in multilples of multiplicity
then the mallet slams down
like thunder on a lazy sunday
my mind is set free, and no matter
the emotions in the middle of the pot,
i inspire a type of happiness in you in continuum....
Asper sweaty palms,
and other physiological ills
nothing beats infusion of
spine tingling electrifying chills -
experiencing psychological nirvana,
(nope NOT even
prescription medication pills)
except attaining, experiencing, and succumbing
delivering to bodily flesh, sans
nightly cathartic, intrinsic dream changing stills
and pacific inner calm gained,
thru shuteye, which tranquility
vis a vis REM hark able slumbers instills
necessary linkedin kickstarter instagram
godaddy transcendent reddit state, and fulfills
verity corroborated by perusing reliable
opinions painstakingly researched tracts
compiled by hands of
expert sleep specialists quills.
No surprise to me reading
(easy to understand)
judiciously, meticulously, and
professionally researched studies,
which unswervingly demand
the absolute zero tolerance
to deny deep jeep grand
(Cherokee) surrender into the land
where lovely bones and flesh
at rest, the agreed stand
hard quota of about seven hours finds
Melatonin the naturally occurring hormone,
secreted by the pineal gland
augmenting figurative trip wire,
where entire corporeal being fanned
by naturally biochemical processes
as if...complex species
guided by invisible hand.
Today, upon arising
without deafening vacuum
cleaner, yours truly did not feel gloom
me, nor rankle, an ordinarily mellow (Hume
more wrist) fellow, nee unlike
yesterday morning, where boom
ming ear splitting cacophony
gravely rented death stillness
unwittingly did exhume
even the grateful dead,
they did fuss and fume
(lumbering like 10,000 maniacs)
furious with rage
unbridled as many a jilted groom
(imagine a billion infuriated room
Hun hating thwarted lovers) assume
ming stanced ready to throttle throat
of she that chose to clean house
no matter engendering global sonic boom.
I love my family but am not wholeheartedly committed to them.
I am significantly detached from society as a whole itself.
I shall always embrace my inner child or inner self.
I am free to introspect and imagine as much as I want or even need to.
I hold gratefulness & appreciation: just never easy to sincerely express it fully.
I believe everyone is equally a potential hypocrite.
I think all things are "easy" to forgive, but some are hard to forget.
I research possible explanations for my personal spiritual beliefs.
I feel as if what you do in life only matters when it is recognized or "seen."
I feel as if people don't truly care too much about you or anyone else.
I can express myself however I want to, but only amongst loved ones.
I believe not in cliché love, I only believe in fleeting embraces and poetry.
I seem to lack empathy for others, but I am capable of personal feelings.
I have an eclectic mindset of beliefs; I am free to have it be this way for me.
I believe God is the Universe or a greater form of human consciousness.
I believe God is watching over me when the sun shines through the clouds.
I believe in the power of prayer, especially for things your soul desires.
I believe existential loneliness is a strong factor in my self-growth.
I believe I occasionally have pre-cognitive dreams.
I feel as if my little sister was born because of my prayer for her birth.
I often wonder and think about what could be my meaning or purpose in this life.
I believe all religions and beliefs lead to the same God.
I believe all deities are God Almighty manifested in many ways.
I believe in freedom of religion and tolerance for all sexual orientations.
I believe animals can intuitively know what you are feeling.
I believe that sometimes children know so much better than adults do.
I choose people who my intuition feels to be worthy of being my friends.
I feel as if I am fated to feel so alone in this world at times.
I retain my inner strength through the lonely times of my life.
Since the beginning of the *****sapiens’ phases of civilization
Invisible pages of history printed sign of the times in message clear
Giving clue to the artifacts of the cyclic growth and destruction,
No force on earth could ever change the cardinal rule of nature.
On the ruins of war and strife grew the fragmented modern world
Fierce strive for supremacy and survival erodes the human values.
The folded flaps covering the black archaic psyche are unfurled
Humane tolerance and noble empathy are going fast out of use,
Embittered minds gravitate to the centre of the radicalized ego.
Touch of feathery feeling hardened hearts don’t give any more
In kinship beliefs frictional winds of change has begun to blow
Making mounting existential crisis corrode civilizations’ core.
Envisioned annihilation marks on the fate of the human world
Sign of the times drawn indelibly in the undrying lines of blood.
April 24, 2018.
Lord Eternal God,
All people have problems and troubles in the world.
Please provide children someone to love and be loved,
Please help them have someone to walk with as far as they wish.
Please give them wisdom or understanding and knowledge to do what is right and what is wrong.
Please help children have strength and courage to face their oppressors who tease and bully them
Those who gather socialize and trade their images in pedophiles
Children who are being rape and abuse
Please enlighten people to realize their horrifying acts
Please help children choose the right decisions to the things that happens
Please help the children's attitude towards people.
Please give them fortitude or strength to hope for their brighter future
Please help them reach their teenage years in peace
Please give them courage to face their trials,
Perseverance to strive hard to reach their best and be successful
Please help them have Patience and Tolerance when dealing with hardships
Comfort them mentally and physically to be calm.
Eternal Father, we ask this through Your Eternal Son, Father Christ
Who lives and reigns with You and the Eternal Holy Spirit, One Eternal God forever and ever. 09102012
Amen