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Written: February 23, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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Line of inquiry:
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God-consciousness unblinking”
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On wild paths, the spirit strolls untamed,
Cosmic currents caress, creating a heart chase.
Through twilight and triumph, we tackle the case,
Gaea gear glimpses, an odyssey by the unframed.
With spirits snared in love splendid spark,
The moonlit odyssey hits before nightfall grace.
Stars spark splendid dreams in a sacred space,
In tranquil thesis, trepidations tumble, in dark.
Perceptions push as phantoms fade away,
Beside booming ballads of bedrock bright.
Reconnected with reality radiant sight,
Empathetic ebbs eradicate errant astray.
Divine warmth bestows clarity and a mind alight,
Undying eyes greet whimsical ways of form.
Incessant, ethereal embrace eclipses the norm,
It bows to beseech, bright, blaze, and light.
Past and raw stories swirl in the seawater,
soaring willows weep wondrous, watery tears!
As austere utterances unravel earthly fears,
further facts flow from warm weak wander.
Lovely litotes linger with sandy emotion,
orogenic smiles in saffron specters soar!
Pestilence purged by profound laws, lore!
Smart minds evoke ethereal interaction.
Minutes manifesting satori’s splendid shimmer,
phantom imagines bending to uncanny wallow.
Hadal heights where nocturnal nebulas follow,
Ignite love's lingering legacy in cobalt skimmer.
Quite far we have traversed, in pursuit of goals we chose,
Through troubles and trepidations of seasons in throes;
Sometimes reveling sunshine, sometime in glum of shadows,
Always together~ on barren terrains, or verdant meadows.
In albums of yore, we ruminate now, turning pages of life,
Banishing anguish of feelings-forlorn, fuming in strife;
Reminiscing in moments passionate, of love sublime,
Treasured in memories-beloved, accumulated over time.
Harboring wisdom, inlaid in life’s waning phase, as we age,
In realms of reflections, insights-sapient, now we engage;
Learning from knowledge gained, from choices we made,
Accepting with grace, laments of secrets, as yet unsaid.
Regrets unmitigated, voice remorse of unuttered sigh,
Seeking empathy from goodwill of repentant goodbye;
As life tallies good versus bad, that introspections confide,
Eying a tranquil state of mind, devoid of hate and pride.
It’s time to reflect, it’s time to mend, it’s time to befriend,
As journey of life, beaming content, approaches its end;
Living final days in covenants revered, humbly we penned,
Elevating self, in peace of bliss, to heavens we shall ascend.
I feel like I lost you yesterday.
Perhaps I overstepped
Some as-yet unestablished boundary
between Trust
and MisTrust
Between winning cooperation
and losing fear and anger
competing trepidations,
Like we tripped
over a fuzzy
dis-establishing line,
Unarticulated landmine
I am still not explicitly aware of
where, exactly,
it lies
We lie together
and yet apart
InBetween winning Trust
cooperatively co-invested
in not not losing active DisTrust
competitively co-divesting
re-individuating private
apartheid EgoSystems
Both encultured,
but separately developed,
by human natured
pathologically privileged
standing apart
from healthy
gospel winning wealthy
ecosystemically restoring
our bilateral peace
within polypathic EarthJustice,
CoPassionate winners of cooperative Peace
with intent to remain regenerately co-invested,
healthy days and safe nighttime dreamers,
happy.
My active mistrust
in-between noticing growing
feeling fear of having lost you
and an even narrower way
toward winning nondualistic co-acclimation,
inviting cooperative
democratically healthy dialogue
devoid of degenerative fear of losing
what was never mine to autonomously own
and defend
with autocratically unhealthy debate
against tomorrow's even greater wounds.
All answers affect aspirations
By belittling bygone barbarizations
Constantly criticizing correlations
Defined dumbfounded dictations
Edicts evaporate everyone's expectations
Foregone frustrations failed flirtations
Gone great grace giving generations
Harmonies have harmonious hesitations
Impotence influences indignations
Justified judicious justifications
Killing kaputz keratinizations
Living life lonely leaves lacerations
My muse motivated monumental mutations
Nonsense needed no normalizations
Offended overintellectualizations
Past promises purely placations
Questioning quarreling quotations
Resisting relevant restifications
Sentient solutions solve segregations
Total trust triumphs trepidations
Utopias undermined ultralizations
Viciousness visualized victimizations
Worthless weaponizations
Xenodochial xenophilications
Yawn Yuppifications
Zenith zealousness zendrifications
A focused wave of Cosmic Intention,
An explosive expansion of Love Divine,
Sought me out among the atoms of creation,
A spark of God, seeking Itself through the Matrix,
Until I appeared upon the stage.
It’s absurd that I should be in this dimension.
How am I created in this place,
Inserted in earthly trepidations,
Until I return to Divine Love and Grace?
In the stillness of one trembling moment
I am aware I AM connected to all,
All time, all beings, all dimensions.
As I AM here, I am everywhere.
I can’t escape the edict of God’s Divine Law.
The Creator, being Perfect, can only give of Itself,
Nourishing and fueling each flame It sits in motion,
Asking only that we dance in unison
With Divine Love, Grace and Devotion.
In a place where hearts don’t mend
There were dreams that faded, never waiting
For the light to fall across their night, there bold, black
Fear, the apprehension that sold them on the need
To forget the hope, the dream, the ambition…
Listen, instead – to trepidations, apathetic whispers
From the mind who refuses to believe… it is surely alive,
This passion, this desire, this fire who decides…
In a place where ears refuse to listen to the promises,
The reassurance, the guarantee that this will bring
Consolation, solace, the greatest relief,
Invaluable comforting – forever – never grieving
The spirt who reminds that this is truth,
This is faith – this is the sigh of sweetest grace.
In a place where feelings bleed destiny through the
Reality that wanders, swaying gently, at peace
Through the melancholic soul, the loss, the lost dreams
Echoing – thundering – raining down memories
Times when, yes – oh yes… there was motivation,
Where there were aspirations, purpose, a spirit of fire
Prompting the heart to continue through the darkness,
Forget all the blinding nights and fall into the promise,
Confidant that this would become a reality, assured…
This, the dream… never faded from this beautiful
Always alive, like the moments with the Son,
The One who shines through the prayers, the praises
Inspiring, urging, heartening… yes, the dream
It is a living thing that can only be colored by the hand
Who gave it wings, the hand of the One whose grace
Never fades – is so amazing… He paints the heart
In visions, reveries, passions – forever blessing every
Dream with hope that brings awake the need to believe in destiny
Is it possible
that I could be running out of words,
directions, poetry, prose
or at least the expression of words.
My mind, my heart, my soul
are tired today
easing away from thinking
stretching back in searching of rest in peace.
Each breath I take
is deep and long
sighing at its intake
lingering at its release
and waiting momentarily to continue.
Words mimic life processes
conceiving thoughts at conception
birthing at the proper time,
nurturing and growing in motion,
trepidations at the thresholds.
Which direction then to go?
Left, right, off to the side,
at the fork, with a pad and pen,
boldly straight ahead
Running forth with words.
From predawn birth, you dwell alone,
Preferring deep shadowland over light.
So much easier to conceal what is shown,
Nascent ember forelimbs that daunt your sight.
With growth in undying murk, and wings in flames
In brilliant reds, yellows, golds all blazing.
Flying is hopeless with birds of other names.
Passions rage from wings, arresting, so amazing.
Oh firebird, searing, sizzling, soaring, scorch,
Torrid your dazzling, craving fiery force.
You blister iron night like a blowtorch,
A fuming, fever unleashed from an innate source.
Transfixing terror, tormenting trusted truth,
Firestorm fervency awakened in sleep zones.
Fire wings of lasting, lusting, lingering youth.
Each breath covets and dreads your roaring cyclones.
Your infernal dance, your ardent limbic rapture
Descending, curling, exploding, and unfurling,
Brassy, flammable breeze is dream conjure,
Ascending, arcing, igniting in fine sterling.
Oh firebird, you rise from rudimentary wings,
From embryonic burnings, and larval aspirations,
From timid beginnings to radiant pinion waving,
with Inspiration, you bring her brother, Trepidations.
Date: 02/24/2022
Title: The Rudiments of Wings Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
To feel foolish when used, becomes sadness
when her glimmering glow smiled to convey
and grew brighter when I found love's madness
as trepidations and fears never outweigh
the time we spent seemed an endless span
and awakened passions of fiery blood
kisses as many as the ocean's sand
as fragrant as a flowering rosebud
my heart's foolish pain is easy to find
roses always die when plucked and thrown down
and leave memories too fresh to unwind
inside my heart, a lonely fool was found
could that I look fondly upon those days
she was so beautiful, her beauty stays
4/2/22
contest My Foolish Heart
the firmament
generously bled violet
at the moment of truth;
our love-light,
a diamond
brightly sparkling in the dark.
granted we've tasted both
the nectar and bitterness of a world
that tried to obliterate
the steadfast foundation we built,
yet, we stubbornly grasped...
onto the rope of endurance;
your knuckles white
and bleeding into mine,
w i t h s t a n d i n g
the sinews of the passing years,
where weaker threads
would snap and fray apart.
we learned
to map and anchor
the rhythm of our trepidations
deep within the soul...
it's a bond time can't erase.
we are but two travelers
on life's serpentine road.
now look where...
the lilac blossoms glow...
a promise
sealed by everything
we survived;
no longer merely a ghost-light,
or a dream,
but a ribbon tied...
around a jacaranda tree.