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poems are weaved as of impressions received
reflections portraying the truth as perceived
perhaps we turn to scriptures to validate
uniqueness of our path, as our ordained fate
be wary then oh reader of words we pen
discovering God’s light in mood and mode zen
feeling the vibrance unsaid between the lines
let us go beyond the written word’s confines
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the heart, the source, the core
unites us with the Absolute
pure souls unmask God
if they be resolute
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feeling, not thinking, head and heart linking ~
attain oh hermit, awareness unblinking
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who is the dweller of our heart ~
reflecting thus, God-search jump start
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within the heart, let us anoint
Self: a singularity point
where there be neither space nor time
before emission of love’s chime
all energies herein are held
in quietude all desires belled
all is formless, there is no shape
yet in the stillness we’re awake
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what does it mean to make our eye single
that we see everything just as it is
for this first let bliss pheromones mingle
that we become the flame, the bubbling fizz
when ego dies, we become the twice born
balanced polarities descend to heart
boundless rapture feeble form does adorn
breath by breath we feel bliss ignition start
ego exhumed, light of Self is revealed
the pranic energy grid comes alive
we as child of God, are in His heart healed
innate love and light of soul we revive
one with the universe, soul sings a song ~
aligned with the hum of the cosmic gong
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what we call heart is Self as living light ~
at its core we see God’s light shining bright
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Here it comes. The avalanche of hate.
You are directing at me because I see you.
I see past the screaming, the hitting, the hurting.
Inside is the little boy who got thrown away.
Thrown to the wolves by his self-absorbed, selfish parents.
You wear your violence as a shroud, a coat of armor to dissuade me.
By pushing me away, you can validate that you are despicable,
validating what your parents showed you about yourself.
If they thought you were worthless, then how dare I think otherwise?
The more I try to love you, the harder you push
Thinking you are not worthy of love.
Your go-to place is hate, violence, anger, rage.
You have managed to fool most of the others.
I know you though; I have seen past this terribleness.
This facade you use to protect yourself from ever feeling this kind of hurt again.
You can rant and rage, you can pretend you hate me.
You can throw attitude toward me every ways to Sunday.
Still I come, even as you goosestep and act Hitler-like
Because you are worth it.
So stop being mean and hateful.
I am not buying it anyway.
It was murder to claim to leave them,
Proactively, without being asked,
All the panic attacks, the ambulances,
Which attended to them, tasked.
They’d stunted me, deprived of the right,
To rehab from a normal male atheist OT,
And they had said that I’d forgotten,
About trueness: life, freedom and dignity.
According to them and their church,
They had normal values on their side,
Believing that life’s most important thing,
Is conversion, not rehab for mild CP wide.
According to them, I had a duty of care,
To them: to be normal, meaning disabled,
Or cared for, and to validate Christianity,
Because church life makes you enabled.
According to them, they could interpret,
My speech to health professionals rightly,
So that made them entitled to orchestrate,
My moral precepts and views, very tightly.
They had the right to not be killed by me,
And they had morality behind them, adult,
‘Cos in my disabled state i could only specify,
Their murder, as movement for me was difficult.
29/7/2016
At the end of the long walk on the rough road
Under the twilight sky of the setting sun
You might look back at the fading footprints
You will hear they find a frail voice and tell you
To write a eulogy for you before the sun sets.
The footprints will take you along the reversed time
You will search within the archive life has made
Find among many other footprints already erased
Some indelibly preserved in a remote corner
That would configure you in their own manner
As a responsible son who imbibed the life’s values
A loving husband who shared everything life gave
A caring father who showed the children dreams
A decent human being who found good in everything
An optimist who would live content in residual time.
Eulogy is not a statement of self proclamation
But a commitment of the uncaving conviction
That reflects what you tried and wanted to be
For others to validate when you won’t be.
June 26, 2019
I remember when I first came here….
How can I get on page one and have my picture there?
And now, after a number of years, I think I was looney.
I mean who was I trying to impress?
And do you know what?
I have no answer.
I still have pages printed when I was number three commenter?
There’s no way I would ever do that again.
I found there was something called life, family, friends.
Thar Poetry Soup, was not my entire life.
Oh yes, big deal I was in the first anthology, but so what?
I remember going about telling people I was a poet?
It gave me a real rush to say that, back then.
What now? I don’t want to be on the front page.!.
There is room for far talented others.
I don’t need my picture anymore on the front page,
To validate who I am.who I am as a human being.
Nor would I stay online all day like I used to.
That was-so wildly bizarre .
I’m glad I have the friends I do and the friends that left? Left!
It’s marvelous to be free of seeking admiration!
I’d rather honor just a few and have friends true blue!
So if you don’t see me around or running for trophies,
Just know, it is just not my thing!!
I’ll applaud you when I am here……………
For some of you, will always be dear……..
Write free……….be free………….
There’s only one life you have, you see?
Hugs,
Pangie xx
A criminal is sane by their own logic,
You can look into their mind to count them wrong,
They can be confronted for their psychologies,
And told that their song is long.
ISIL is based on the fundamentalist Koran,
Which states that all non-muslims are going to hell,
That all governments should be Islamic,
And of Allah and Mohammed all should tell.
You can challenge these beliefs at school,
Where teens are pressured to choose,
Islamic extremism, prayer and washing,
Such that in the Koran themselves they do loose.
Teachers should be prepared to read to them,
The liberal Koran before they’ve settled on a way,
Or the creed and principles of the humanist,
To offer them and chance at a wiser say.
Educational psychologists and RE teachers,
Should redirect and ask teens to reconsider,
What they’ve seen of Facebook, YouTube,
And to delete their videos of extremist propaganda.
There is a permanent way out,
A long-term answer to this problem of terrorism,
Which is to validate liberal religion, if any, at school,
If the secular is rejected for exclusivism.
Indeed, all schools should base themselves on humanism,
On human values and people ethics for chat,
In assembly where prayer should never place,
Only introspection on life’s structures and bat.
All people are of equal inherent worth,
And since this is not a religious statement,
The ethos of all schools should be humanist,
Not of Christian, Islamic, Muslim sentiment.
Your moral fibre is formed at school,
And not just with your parents at home,
So we should not be enabling or allowing,
Kids in any religion to freely roam.
You sow the seeds of kindness,
In the nutritious soil of beliefs,
So survey each teen for militia,
Towards alternative sheafs.
One world, one people, one universal body,
We’re all the same at base so hear,
That any belief should endorse pluralism,
So that those different to us can be dear.
Religion only causes hurt very ultimately,
So we should analyse it and have a process,
Because god is not sacred but has, like us, evolved,
So promote liberalism and advocate humanism’s dress.
There is a magical quality about her that exudes sunlight
Her candor and cadence prances mysteriously about
There is a debauchery attitude that defies the angels
A mischievous voice and a playful spirit; my friend Line.
She is fearless in her expectations and her attitude.
Her poetry resonates in the ethers of the cosmos for eons.
People surround her, wish sheer delight in their veins.
Anticipating the lively spirit that will greet and validate them.
She is a friend to oaks, tulips, daffodils, and forest creatures.
A faerie godmother, who could command stars if she chose.
Her words are velvet and satin, placed in reverence
In poetry and deed, she is magnificent – my friend Line.
She Silently Reminded herself
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By: Aria Au-Contralto
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A wedge to separate
Her goals had been that
blatant and obvious
the dysfunction of newness
can have those seeking
something or someone
in a better position to gain
either the trust or possession
of the heart of someone
worthy of having.
Unrealistic Expectations believing
friends and folk in general would
magically change their behavior
to support you will someone
or have the decency to tell you
she's cheating
not playing some word game
but to just say it in plain
bone chilling words
Waiting for them to share
is how they usually start
unraveling and causing
the discomfort of putting you
in your place.A clinker or a clam is
what musicians call it when you strike
the wrong note darning a performance.
maybe she choose the wrong man might
the right one would find her.
Or she is overwhelmed by attention and
using her general knowledge of people
she thinks that she can keep things stable long enough
to make it through.
WRITE YOUR EULOGY
Near the end of the walk on the long road
Under the setting sun’s cold twilight hue
You may look back at fading footprints old
That tells to write the eulogy for you.
In reverse time you fly in the old sky
Search within the archive your life has made
Some traits crumbled to dust you don’t know why
Some depict you lying obscure in shade.
A loving spouse sharing life’s each moment
A caring parent showing children dream
A happy person with no true lament
An optimist tries to cross turbulent stream.
This is what in your eulogy you’d see
Others would validate when you won’t be.
January 10. 2017.
"Swallowing the Diamond"
It’s all a gamble
when you think about
words
"I Do,"
She said
swallowing the diamond
The truth arrives
one way or another
neat or untidy
out the other end
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm
"Hot Damn" / Ivy Levan
https://youtu.be/FLNvVq3K_FQ
"If any female feels she needs anything beyond herself to legitimate and validate her existence, she is already giving away her power to be self-defining, her agency."
"Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in."
"Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person ... Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distance exists, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of seeing each other as a whole before an immense sky."
"Don't settle for a relationship that won't let you be yourself."
"The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing — and then marry him."
"So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state."
"It's important to marry somebody who is your equal and to be with somebody who wants you to win as much as you want them to win."
Response:
"Marriage is a fine institution, but I'm not ready for an institution."