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Skirts
With comforts,
Hollandia Yoghurt flirts...
Before each tongue diverts,
From the usual that alerts,
The change to an impromptu concerts,
In different stages of many a song asserts
Except for the atmospheric dive,
Our faces depict the shared skirts
Without sweet scents, breaths hive
Swaying gallant statues in style alerts
High concentrated inebriant consumed
Took our legs lightly easy leaning back
Subjected to change of hits well costumed
Our voices disown its pitches to its crack
Introduce us to the people we know not
And we mingle like been known for ages
It wasn't true but lively moment grown hot
Speaking truthful lies unlike most sages
Happiness
Staged liveliness
Interrupt able orderliness
And introduce apt funniness
In order to promote calmness
Actively seeking to warm night dizziness
Through the beauty of tease staggering fitness
Of our hearts pouring out raw felicity's queasiness
He's late again, our postman,
God knows where he's been.
Sometimes, very often,
He's nowhere to be seen.
It's ten past three in the afternoon
And soon it will be evening.
Perhaps his van has broken down,
No mail we'll be receiving.
Of little consequence no doubt,
His offerings today would be,
The usual rubbish for the bin,
Like buy one get one free,
Along with home insurance, stair lifts,
Gifts from the garden centre,
Beauty aids and vitamin pills
To help you to remember.
Such trivia can fill our days,
Creating stress and worry.
Each day a long to-do list
And always in a hurry.
Today though comes unlikely news,
This earth we all inhabit
Has tilted in an aftershock,
What now awaits our planet ?
So worry not about the postman's van
And all our little woes.
What lies ahead for Everyman
We cannot presuppose.
The world looks on in some dismay
At how they've voted in the USA.
I think i love him
She uttered the words down the phone to me
Every particle in the world crumbled before my eyes
My chest felt like the world was stood upon it
Hope closed its eyes
I was lost in that moment of sheer pain
and the only person who could ease my pain had caused it
The life i had was over and death was my closest friend
I always said i would die for you
But never realised id rather be dead than without you
The fault hopelessly looking for the blame
Stretching for a medicine to pervert its cause
But as usual never up to the task
Losing my last love and living with the pain
of a soul without solace.
SOLDIER OF 9 LIVES
I never went to military school but am a soldier
Life taught me how to fight & now am older,
He schooled me to use my armory and arsenal
And set me on the road of the exceptional.
Unlike before, life can reach me in this phone age
Am a soldier, back-on-the-wall
No holiday in this life's enterprise & long voyage
And so, always am back in the war
See my words; picturesque like its visual
War is like breathe, we inhale & exhale as usual
When back's on the wall
Don't stay long but stand tall
Because a cat never lay flat on its back
Non-exhaustion of my 9 lives yet, but I won't slack
No retreat no surrender is my mojo
To rock this world like its slow mo'.
VickWizzy
April 16th, Sunday 2017.
Copyright©Vick Manuel
When I mention my morning meditation practice,
many respond with wishes and hopes
they could
would
should discipline themselves
to also join in to this practice
practice
praxis
until fragmented uncommunicative ego/ecosystems
finally get life resiliently realistically right
more than ego-narcissistically wrong.
But this,
I ego-think and eco-feel,
reverses what is a more centrally profound point
of ZeroZone cosmic-organic view.
Everyday life is already our active meditation
which we Win/Lose unpractice,
Business As Usual LoseLose dis-practice
praxis
until we hope to get us egoWin-ecoWin
interdependently healthy right
more than pathologically diseased wrong.
At end of this day of gratitude
for Being together,
Earth is Host
or Holy Ghost
or God or Goddess,
and we, Earth's Tribes,
Her mutually parasitic-subsidiary Progeny.
At dawn's revolutionary beginning
of this new cultural thanks
giving-it-forward day,
we,
all DNA/RNA syntax Tribes
co-worshiping our timeless Time
of Earth's Co-Communicants,
learn to co-operatively optimize
our mutually parasitic health
as our pilgrimage toward (0)Mega Point
of eco-consciously co-creating
conscientific Earth
as our Eco-Hosting Universe.
Earth as Gaia,
Solar/Lunar Progenitive Namaste System
as Sun Father,
and Mother Earth primally co-relating,
cast about RNA regenerative seeds,
ripe embryos,
decomposing and re-emerging
our PolyCulturally Indigenous Received View,
our ExeGenetic Business As Usual
fertile climate.
Religions,
and other cultural expressions,
articulating facets of this natural beauty,
co-gravitational nutrition,
balancing health harmonic octaves and fractals
of eco-systemic integrity,
are each enlightening commentary
on Earth's Exegetical Gospel of Eco-Logos Wisdom.
In ReGenesis,
are Solar Systemic Heaven
with Earth,
and Earth was without co-operative form
and dissonantly void of healthy value.
And, evening's Tree of Dream Death as eviL
and morning's Tree of Live as Polyculturally BeLived,
were Time's first self/other
longing and belonging revolution
optimizing
yet another Great Namaste Day.
Watch out for the wolves, they told Little Red.
If you don’t you will come back in a box, probably dead.
She did not know what a wolf was, but this house was weird.
It was the kind that some kids might have probably feared.
She did not knock on the door, preferred sneaking up the stairs so tall.
Set fire to the bedrooms and painted star pictures on the bedroom wall.
They found her in the morning enjoying the wreck and rubble.
As we can see, they said, you have caused your usual trouble.
The wolf was howling for help from inside the shed out back.
They released him and he ran off after she gave his head a whack.
Why are you so tough? Her parents asked Little Red.
My grandma taught me to be, so I will be the last one dead.
Sometimes Left equals Right,
like day equivocates night,
wondrously but rarely,
awesomely, because almost never,
like a fully mysterious solar eclipse,
revolutionary, because not slow-grown evolutionary,
the Earth says Hello!
Personally and politically,
romantically and academically,
lovingly and yet wisely prudent,
economically with ecological empowering light.
But, usually
historically
multiculturally
polypathically
ecotherapeutically
Business as Cooperatively
not capitalistically uberYanged,
more like a healthy ecoforest Usual
and not so much an evangelical colony
of nationalistic supremacy
shouting No! God Owns You!
You owe our WesternWhite God allegiance
as we have made God in our most patriotic patriarchal
LeftBrain punishing nationalistic voice
for retributive cultural RightWing vengeance!
Marginal remainders refine LeftBrain analysis
to hear echoes of Not Yet,
perhaps not even in this enraptured egocentric lifetime
Too BusinessAsUsual seldom
we also hear RightBrain passion
belonging songs of ecotherapeutic outside voices
speaking sacred whispers, chirps, scolds, surf, winds
of all past and future
Advents
Predicting and threatening 2020
revolutionary Yes! Here is Now
Space is TimeSquared consciousness
Yang is Yin 4D temporal flow
PolyNomial is PolyPhonic language
seasonal rhythmused experience
EcoResilient politics of YesPower
is also EgoResonant Theology
of +1 = (-,-)0 PolyPathic BiCameral Revolutions
for Yes! = NotNot Yet
unto healthy perpetuity...
Some good morning StarShines,
this GreenBlue Earth echoes
and cheers
ultra non-violent Hello!
Climaxing 2020 healthy wealth time
with organically enlightening
romantic bodies
of patriarchal historical evolutions
within music matriarchal revolving revolutions.
“One can get through any hurt, if the one who causes hurt shows sincere remorse and expresses love again” - By Poet
Like heavy boots on vacant streets, his harsh words
Rang in my ears. Never has he been so very rash.
Why did he my heart deeply pierce?
The whole night I lay crying, soaking my pillow.
In severe pain, my face was swollen and red
Next morning seeing my wan, puffed- up face
He quietly asked, so much concerned,
‘Did you have your usual migraine?
You look terribly tired and worried’
He seems to have forgotten all that he said
Gently applying balm on my forehead
In a tone of assurance, he said, “Don’t worry
In no time all your pain will be fled”
My mind, tangled and messy became suddenly calm.
When I felt his lips upon my cheeks, tears began to flow.
His silent kiss, stamped like love’s gentle whisper
Warmly and tenderly, at an unexpected moment,
After a slight brawl, when my heart was torn,
Had the sweetness of honey and I melded into him
i burned my candle from both ends
and then complained
about the dark.
couldn’t tell night from day—
just a long hallway
with bad lighting
and worse memories.
the clock kept lying.
the mirror too.
through the wall
the magpies talked—
not poetry,
just the usual report:
pain,
someone elses suffering,
rent due,
another body giving up before it should.
I listened
because what else was there to do.
maybe it was madness,
maybe wisdom with a tight fist.
hard to say
when you’ve trimmed the wick
from both ends
and called it living.
I wanted more light
without paying the cost.
that’s the trick
that never works.
now I’m tired.
not heroic tired—
just used up,
like a matchbook
with one good strike left.
so I’ll take a nap.
let the smoke settle.
and when I see you—
keeper of the flame—
don’t lecture me.
you know
I burned bright
because I didn’t know
how not to.
sometimes
that’s all a man has and a good woman can only watch.