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Dust motes dance, and sunlight spills
Through dusty windows of my intellectual lair
The aged paper scent, comfort and snare
Surrounded by knowledge, a thirst I can't share
SPARK! A question burns, pushes past the dark
I dive deep, wide, into oceans of knowing
A treasure hunt, secrets growing
Mountains of data, endlessly flowing
Sifting, unearthing, piecing together
Connecting dots, puzzle incomplete
Every clue - victory!
Every dead end - defeat!
It taunts me! Just out of reach
A hidden treasure, beyond my mental breach
No map, and no guide, but the hunt goes on
Day and night, dusk to dawn
But in the chaos, in the din
Beauty emerges from within
This pursuit - life's reflection
Unfolding chapters, joy, dejection
Like lovers lost in the moment's embrace
I surrender to research's grace
A journey of discovery of lives intertwined
Every question answered
A truth we find
In the quest... we find ourselves.
Heart Release
Oh how I have tried to push you away
......Fear
Escaping into daydreams and fantasy
Purposeful intentions and made-up agendas
Pretending you were unimportant
Something to avoid
Chocolate chip cookies and Chardonnay
Softened your advance
Pushing you down
Your effervescence rising from the depths
Clinging to me like morning mist on the seashore
Oh how I long to know you
Almighty Fear
Come to me
Dance with the molecules of my soul
Become me
For we share one breath
Let me embrace you
Jump into my arms
My child
Let me caress your intention
For lifetimes I have sought
To push you away
Not recognizing or being ready
For the messages you deliver
My heart is open now
My ego silent
I welcome your arrival
I grasp your hand
I swim in your torrent
Twisting and turning
Making my way
I allow upheaval
Grief and tears
Unlocking buried treasures
Unearthing promise
Welcoming rebirth
I feel you beckon me onward
Traveling with you to Astral planes
Far beyond this Universe
Through darkness and mist
Witnessing the outer glow
Of dying stars
Flickering flames reinvented
Into birthing baby seeds
Cocoons of life opening
New forms spring into
Consciousness
White yellow glow
Fluttering velvet softness tickles the air
My senses alive
You have become my partner
I encircle you now old friend
You inhabit my soul
Riding this wave of life
Grateful for you
Fear
12/13/23
Secrets still buried
Stories in the wind got carried
Historical accounts occasionally varied
The truth can be sad and scary
We've barely
Discovered much so spare me
The same can be said for things happening fairly
Since the dawn of time it occurred rarely
Causes with a dark past humans still worshipping
The cauldron folks continue stirring
Waters people are murking
So much unknown, instead of starting to worry
I try to find answers but it can't be done in a hurry
Somewhat disturbing
And blood curdling
Could it be water that caused such a shape and curving?
This planet twirling at 1000 mph constantly whirling
Every night tossing and turning
I was hurting
My vision sometimes blurring
Minimal ground I've been traversing
This weed I'm endlessly burning
Toward a fast death I'm hurling
It's difficult to find the right wording
The cycle still circling
The truth is emerging
And surfacing
Energy dispersing
Or combining and converting
Then it starts surging
To some it's unnerving
During my time on Earth I'm searching
No matter if others are deterring
I'm still unearthing
Sometimes smirking
Nearby curbing
I'm determining
It can never be found by purchasing
It's concerning
For so long people have been serving
Evil always lurking
Showing no mercy
I'm constantly learning
During this journey
No adjourning
The hands of time turning
There's endless controversy
That's occurring
It's not always working
Such concepts use to irk me
(Birds sing above Earthlings) or (birdies chirping above earthlings)
It briefly takes the mind off the worst things
Yet I still feel like cursing
Toward no destination I've been surfing
Mind all over the place still swerving
For more I'm yearning
Something inside churning
A fool splurging
Yet again swirling down the drain go my earnings
I still can't get it right even after rehearsing
What a joke feeling like a ghost the recipient of shirking
How am I already not on a gurney?
No tears
from eyes of
clouds
on heart of sand
heated to passion
angered
without compassion
stirred by tempest
of past
to loneliness
of endless sand
embarking
solitude boat
without sail
on waves of heart
to reach harbor
and return
without anchoring
native port
left
in springtime
of love
flowering with dreams
and youthful songs
sparkling tears
of abandoned
love
desert night
of migrant heart
cold
without clouds
unveiling splendor
of million stars
beauty
of full moon
undistracted
by reflections
eyes looking up
to piercing rays
from God's Light
unearthing
oil of faith
igniting
lamp of love
to embrace thorns
of diversity
with roses
in golden solitude
of silence
quiet enough
to discern
voice of devils
or angels pray
and choosing
the better
You, again. . .
Yes, I know I mustn’t look your way,
Even averted wholeheartedly, I am immersed in your presence
And it is so different, when it is the first,
It is stranger, unearthing…
I wasn’t in love, infatuated at best,
How cruel those emotions twisted and turned against you
Your soul must have quivered in wariness as I passed your way
As I, never enough, never strong enough, turned the other cheek
Deafly, I hear your voice amongst the crowd,
The annoying, distinctive voice that had later caught my interest,
And then, disdain…as years passed…
Disdain, for that voice spoke so well, though it never understood my pain
It never articulated, understood that level of my sorrows
I let you go long ago,
But I cannot bear to look at you again
At that smug face, your short-trimmed hair,
And that smile…every single time we lock eyes
It’s a smile of “Why must she be here?
Why do we have the same friends?
Soon, she will be away,
Lost in separate reality
And I shall press forward
To more important people,
More important things…”
Why is it so, so hard to reconnect with you?
Not in that foolish love battle we’ve never fought,
Or the crazy emotional rampage that have ruined beautiful nights
I just want to believe I exist in your world,
That maybe somehow, I make sense,
I do not just materialize in your presence,
To be greeted by your condescending smile
I just want to, just for a moment, Matter,
Not in the way that we are all so used to,
Of the immaterial, the foolish bump into worlds
Bouncing right back out of sight
The hesitation, the holding of breath,
The distasteful beat of your anxious heart
Losing me in every thump of your chest
Under that dastardly, angry brow of yours
In the cruel crook of your half-smile,
I know what I can be,
This unattractive, quiet, luminous nuisance
I know it, in my valueless existence,
I know I am too much at times,
And for that I have recoiled,
Soiled in these foolish tears
I cry because you Matter,
Where I may never
She clutched a glimpse of blinking reverie
yet now, through stardust flushing out the light
it slid, languished; washed by the grains of time
on pathways where love had been slashed in half
unearthing all the weeds of cycles bleak.
From thinning mists that hang on her dim eyes
the finest consolations from his leave
were comfort, songs and roots of joy well glazed;
and though a dull heart bore as twilight fell
she prayed their charmed flames would ignite; again.
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by nette onclaud
It brought back old memories I thought I had buried,
Memories I believed had faded with yesterday,
But they came pouring back like rain.
The fragrance revived a sense of gloom,
Flooding me with moments we shared,
Her voice echoed in my mind,
And her smile returned to me again and again.
The scent was her favourite;
It surrounded her,
Bringing her sunshine,
It was her vitality elixir.
Now, the fragrance has become my torment,
Unearthing a painful loss.
Her absence is a hidden darkness within me;
Her depth was truly one of a kind.
I sit alone on the porch, remembering her wise words.
Though she has departed to the beyond,
Her light can still be found.
It’s a mystery that blossoms on a tranquil night.
September 22, 2025.
Village full of boys and girls playing
strong arms around waist romancing
old friends on porch with guitars singing
merry farmers on green hills harvesting
not a bird on trembling wire singing
grabbed by hair like doll earth is shaking
rumbling lava torrents on city descending
burying under darkness encrusting
spitting ashes at planes faster than panicking
anger of revolution once dormant exploding
family tradition of unity unearthing
easy of gadgets virtual love ending.
Boys and girls again in village playing
tailor shops and sound of shoemaker tapping
from complexity to simplicity remnant circling
fields of flowers dancing and robins singing
knees in gratitude bent marveling
at mystery of Love life continuing.
Under heaven they convened
Wrapped with the clouds they conjured
Amidst much wordings they wand
Festering the realms of the firmaments
Tinkering with the Asoro of thunder
Blazing with the rage of lightening
Vanquishing a host
with the waves of the wind
thus flooding away the thrones of clans
under heaven but burrowed inside the earth
hence tapping from every stepping sole
unearthing the souls settled with ele
tying knots with their roots
while jigging macabre beneath foundations
under heaven but submerged in raging fluid
deep within a zillion echoes
Creed with a million vetos
Drifting objects to various subjects
Amidst gallons grudging the seventh yank
While dipping mortals
Salted to their watery bed
Form:
Planting seeds of life - growing self awareness...
(Subtitled: kudos beloved Amelie Beth)
Dilly gents gal lore spellbinding
metaphorically exhuming, ferreting, gleaning...
insightful handy dandy blues clues
unearthing treasure trove motherlode,
(and father lode) eye opening discover re:
visa vis our family of origin ancestry.
Painstaking efforts undertaken
courtesy thee i.e. eldest sister
(age difference between her and yours truly
thirteen months and twelve days)
ye (figuratively) dug deep
within plethora of genealogical database
mine insight piqued
following genetic revelations.
Raw bits (nuggets - comstock
rivalling wealth of Croesus
sowed countless generations ago)
enlightened this protoplasmic broth heir,
(a biological composite dada
elicited factoids ginning
humongous, illustrious, judicious...
awareness, that allows, enables provides...
knowledge linking me deoxynucleic acid
with forebears, whose good n plenti
inherited characteristics, desires
(under the elms), mannerisms,
predilections, quirks, urges,
yearnings, et cetera contra dance,
flickr, golong, kindle, shutterfly...
within mine contemplative,
intuitive, reflective...soul asylum
explaining, informing, liberating...
natural inquisitiveness percolating within,
not necessarily to excuse
deleterious, egregious, infamous...
(hyperbole for poetic impact)
behavior (mine), nonetheless
delighting, educating, fascinating...
assimilating, bridging, semen ting
heritage invariably jumpstarting
dormant desire to acquire
increased comprehension whereby,
I experience surge to learn
greater familiarity affecting
heightened awareness, where
countless questions once incubated
regarding spiritual communion,
where lovely bones of mein kampf
feel linkedin with spirits
of thee dead ancestors.
Hence awesome accomplishment
piecing together (with assistance from relatives)
once puzzling enigma shrouding
past lives (not sainted)
comprising Harris family of origin.