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Do you ever wonder why you are aware of,
Notice and remember some things but not others?
How some moments stick with you
For a lifetime, but others are forgotten
Almost instantly without a care?
These vivid moments are the same
In waking life or dream time,
Giving us an experience
Of gestalt involving our whole being,
Where we are in the moment
A sensual being, alert
In physical, emotional, mental completeness
And yet also somehow simultaneously outside it,
Experiencing it afresh and vivid
Truly for the first time
With the clear, calm, wondrous
Eyes of the soul.
It’s easy and tempting to explain it all
Through a physical cause and effect process,
A triggered reaction of neural transmitters
In the control center of our brain.
But although this is observably the case
It doesn’t explain
Why such a reaction is triggered
Why such neural networks
And transmitting chemicals
Even exist in the first place, and
Why and how the moment then remains
Fresh and vivid and memorable our whole lives.
Those are questions of mystery
And mystery by definition
Holds itself within a veil of questions
Something glimpsed, felt deep
In our bones, or there at the tip of our tongue
Beyond reach yet somehow known,
But not always remembered.
A mystery which resists our grasping
Which morphs and expands when we think
We have it,
And yet never really goes away
Always dancing right there
Clearly within sight in those vivid moments
Or just hinted at in our peripheral vision,
Or somewhere in orbit way out far beyond
Possible apprehension and comprehension,
Depending on what we have the connection,
Attention and interest, to notice
Experience and remember.
But through it all
The mystery remains
Dancing there,
Or should I say
Right here,
Engaging us in a life
That is both peculiarly ours
And still universally theirs
Knowing in our bones
The two, while not the same,
Are really no different,
The ultimate beauty being
This connection
Can never be lost or changed
Whether we know it or not.
(10/31/25)
I wonder helplessly like a gored Ox,
My Head so light, like an empty Box,
I needed even the slightest protection
even if it comes from a pair of socks,
but finding help in a foreign place is so unorthodox
not until I found your sheltering Hut.
Mutualism shared so wonderfully,
exciting and comforting like the lilly,
Love and Compatibility making each day lively,
then I realize "actually!"
this place is really a Family.
Transmitting the passion to members like an antenna,
raising our spirits and touching our hearts like an entertainer,
giving Hope and encouragement like my sister, Aiyanna
so selfless to ensure it is all about You
spreading like an epidemic to affect others too
and if you still struggle like I do,
it will aid you up the ladder for a breakthrough
to the point it may seem not true.
Wanna improve on your virtues? It shall
making you patient and meek like a fisher
blessing your hard work by reaching the top like Usher
and even making you a mentor like the real Aiyanna-Anisha.
What are you waiting for?
no restrictions from the Law
Join the family and share in the atmosphere of Love.
The equivalent of a cosmic flat tire, the star collector overheated again.
Should've topped off the subzero heat transmogger back at Stuckey's.
Yep we have 'em too.., who doesn't need a Pecan Log Roll, now and then.
Two Roadway startruckers snapped up the last Elmer's paste pies., the luckys.
Right between filling stations to boot, no triple A for a gojillion miles..
and one of my best pint sized, non-binary service robots on the blink.
Not my best idea, feeding her moonshrooms, peaked all his cortial dials,
eventually caused them to puke it up, all over my excremental sink.
Frazusoosh it! not even a UPB (Universal Phone Booth) to make a collect call,
to my mother (planet), which, by the way, is also useful for transmitting matter.
That's assuming you can find someone to accept the charges, of course, LOL.
Had to wash dishes for an eternity, last time, including dried on crupecake batter.
Drack's balls! stuck on this puny planet with obnoxious fumes corroding my chromium tail.
No wonder they call it air; the sixth least favorite word in the Corpadian lingo, P.U.!
Those creatures keep staring, I've tried to reason with them, even tried telepthy to no avail.
When I type in their reply to my trans-googling translator, all it comes back as is 'Moo'.
Oh thank goodness! A family of grubbers in a U Haul pulling over., whew!
Though probably have to sit on a lap, luckily they each have two.
252 words, including these
When Soda Pops
Under pressure from thermonuclear devices
Or at CERN when the hadron collider gave birth to a baby black hole
We come to find it could get worse
Soda pops are there so I don’t care
That’s all that matters on the matter
Genome of the disease-transmitting tsetse fly are mapped right now
More asteroids are headed our way…..someday….
But it’s ok
Soda pops are also on their way.
Planets form without our knowledge….or permission I might add
In the news; Chernobyl birds exposure to radiation, adapt to ionization,
their (pheomelanin, a pigment in feathers), have some problems today they say
But the birdies are doing just fine
And that’s just great
I’ll have a pop to celebrate
On April 25th. this year a 'brown dwarf' star was found
At 7.2 light-years away
We must be neighbors
Let’s have a soda anyway
Volcanos are always on the move
Be thankful they can’t fly or drive
If I drink more coffee, I’ll read more news
They’ll tell about some cancer blues
So I’ll sit right here and drink more soda for my thirst
And conjure up more verse…..I mean, it could be worse
Than soda pops
The sun brightly shinning
My coffee brown complexion showing signs of ageing
The untrimmed reflection of the sea
My gold bikini represented sophistication and maturity
As I lay mesmerised under the shade
I, me, myself recollected my thoughts
Oh, the heaven must be transmitting my wishes
A splendored scenery
The possession of a vanilla ice cream in my hand
Left me licking my fingers
The ear buds where nowhere to be found
Left me listening to the background sound of the birds
As the temperate kept on raising
I could lease this feeling I had
Oh, the momentum to sustain these emotions was eternal
A inclusive environment
The World's 'One Day Wonders,' 'the' is borrowed
it's an article, they are transmitting
a way of thinking, theirs--much rather showed
--be their forte. What's that word, sort of, goad
people? I did say 'theirs', way of thinking.
There has been someone who creates a scene.
It's sort of their job, naught that they're been paid
for their services, but they are quite keen
at what they do. An elaborate screen,
an opportunists, hated for their trade.
A puppeteer, user, trash disposal,
all necessities, their operations
to be prosperous. They will finagle
and infiltrate, and if they're successful,
establish themselves in your foundations.
Freaks creep out from the cracks
Peeking from behind their masks
Tentatively removing the veils
To test the light of day.
Sun, the source of purification and growth,
Accommodates all without distinction,
It is after all the source of Life,
And so within its light the freaks shine.
Moon, on the other hand,
Transmitting and muting Sun’s harsh rays,
With her passive face in reflection,
Hides in cool shadows what lies within.
The freaks empowered by their shadows
Emboldened by Sun’s clear light
Take their place out in the open
As if it is their birth right.
All men created equal, after all.
But the light and shadow are not the same,
As life and death are not,
And yet in the freakish they are merged.
What is this nature that seeks to morph
Into some novel and new form,
Something creative and self made
For the simple pleasure of self expression?
Visions come and visions go
As any dreamer will tell you
But the ones that remain within the light of day
Are the ones that need release.
Rights of passage, rites of exorcism
What the world builds up, it brings down
Wave upon wave, carrying all detritus
Is the way the unwise learn.
Humanity has learned this dance long ago
Accommodating and healing all that arises
But relegating it to its proper time and place
A day of festival to let it out, and put it all away.
(11/6/25)
"Within the Contained Behemoth"
we think we travel
strange universes
in our planetary
reconnaissance devices,
transporting initial
contact communication
for exporting
potential new lives
for resettlement,
perhaps we are the
internal world
of God,
we are
the good
and the bad
of an otherwise
invisible being,
a central life source
we cannot see for dreaming,
because
we are
part
of the internal sum
immersed
in the body
of something much larger
and we,
we are like
nerve cells, along which
impulses received
from other cells at synapses
connecting, are transmitting
to the larger bronchi,
travelling through
the trachea we
give breath and voice
to lungs that appear
like a galaxy,
perhaps we are just
crystalline allergens
we are antigens
and dust particles
debris to be
removed with
antibodies to keep
the larger life
genetically
alive.
perhaps the code
not in us, but we,
the code within
the larger, are the
internal messengers,
contracted
like a virus,
eternally mined
within the
contained Behemoth,
conscious of its time,
it is, sustainably recycling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Ugh, Why Must The Missus Vacuum At The Crack Of Dawn?
(circa: early December 27, 2018 morning)
There appears to be a
virulent (possibly deadly) strain
of housekeeping virus
Hoover ring in the air
asymptomatic tentatively linked to rein
deer droppings (micro-organisms) blare
ring and trumpeting beyond
the threshold to humans, though plain
lee send audible wavelengths
to symbiotic species clear
as a bell, which organisms don
nano size MAGA hats, and main
lee set up shop in carpet threads,
and chiefly thrive on deer
pellets, where one bee bee
gun size bullet serves long lane
of critters unseen can easily
make headway into ear,
eyes, nose, et cetera other
orifices, and Kane
inject unsuspecting vacuum sealed
byproduct to forswear
unsightly piles of dirt, debris,
dust bunnies, which Jain
Dharma would find
appalling horrifically glare
ring at desecrating supposed germ
carrying pests calling utterly inane,
the constant effort
to keep house beautiful heir
ruled ding disinfectant resistant,
whether mite tee Germaine,
or itty bitty teensy weensy siblings
many named Oh Fair
Roe One Wade for me, nonetheless seek
out porous fleshy terrain
allowing, enabling and providing
pinhead size portal
i.e. vector to engineer
transmitting a fast
acting alien entity
without any explain
nation, an immediate urge to spruce up
the place applying interlinear
trigonometry (of course adhering to
Feng Shui when rearranging), without drain
ning, lessening, zapping,
et cetera, but meer
really loose sing a whirling dervish
(mini tornado) fiercely
finding the spouse on feverish spree
to clean entire apartment chain!
Written: June 22, 2023
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Poisonous toxin flowed into my veins.
transmitting a cold, apathetic nihilism.
We stumbled off the trail, you idiotic humans.
Our once-cherished pride is broken as a prism.
Once we stood tall, our heads held high,
With hearts filled with hope and dreams,
But then came the venom, spreading through,
Tainting our souls, ripping at the seams.
The poison, akin to a serpent's bite,
Injected into our utter core,
Slowly consuming our sense of purpose,
Leaving us empty, longing for something more.
Oh, foolish humans, we were blind,
To the danger that lurked so near,
We danced with demons, unaware,
Of the venomous poison we'd soon fear.
It seeped through our veins
As a river of darkness and despair,
Draining us of joy and leaving only pain,
An emotionless nihilism, we couldn't bear.
Our once vibrant spirits turned to ash,
As the venom slowly took control,
Our laughter turned to hollow cries
Echoing through the depths of our soul.
We tried to fight, to resist its grip,
But the poison was too strong, too deep,
It wrapped around us as a suffocating shroud,
Leaving us lost, unable to sleep.