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So many- gone before us these past years-
dear friends and family have left our side,
to whom we said goodbye with heartfelt tears.
We shared such joyful times with kin and peers,
through ages when no worries were implied;
so many- gone before us these past years.
Yet, time does not stand still, but leaps and veers
in ways, we never dreamed it would decide
to whom we said goodbye with heartfelt tears.
So like a roulette wheel, age chooses, blears
those sick and weak we hug at their bedside;
so many- gone before us these past years.
With those now left, we share, from yesteryears,
good memories of those held dear inside-
to whom we said goodbye with heartfelt tears.
And now, we hold hands tight and hide our fears-
which one of us will join them on death's ride.
So many- gone before us these past years-
to whom we said goodbye with heartfelt tears.
Sickness depresses my spirit
And shut down the doors of the sense organs
My soul recoils within the shell of my body
My heart retreats to a solemn feast.
There is within the flesh a great void of vanity
The spirit ruminates on bizarre planes
Seeking the verity of essence and elevation
To life is indifference, death becomes a handy foe.
Life and death are allies to trickery;
For we neither could sleep nor wake
At day overcome by a sleep-in-consciousness
And night, burdened by the waking-in-slumber.
The mind conjures up blurry images
Through grim eyes veers hallucination
The head goes a spiral in nocturnal planetary
As the body on a bed of limbo is confined.
Monotonous drone of air in empty jar whirred
Round and round the head dome
Whose sinew and vigor once thrive but now
Whose nerve and wit have become vain.
In sickness the body and spirit convulsed
And brings heaven and hell to closer horizon:
The body’s nourishments are repulsed by it
The spirit retreats from life’s elevations.
The Supreme comes to the fore of reason
Above all ambitions and abundance,
Which are subject to breath; when it runs afoul,
We shall again ponder its mystery, in sickness!
True love feels like a burning flame of fire,
fueled by everlasting bonds of trust.
And not the warm embers of a liar;
distorting truths in the pursuit of lust.
You feel the tears building behind your eyes,
while your hopes sink, scuttled by betrayal.
And realizing what each drop implies,
dreams collapse, while anxieties prevail.
An unbearable pain pierces your heart
when truth dispels the illusion of lies.
And while doubt and mistrust tear it apart,
depression devastates trust as it dies.
The empty promises your heart endured
were a mix of flattery and pretense.
And juvenile dreams that never matured;
spurred a catastrophic set of events.
Like a river, destiny sets love's course,
yet you get to choose who'll be by your side.
And if fate veers and heads toward remorse;
change direction: to stop the hurt inside.
How quickly the pivot point flips and flops,
like a see-saw tipping from side to side.
As soon as you start to win the debate
the focus veers to a new direction
towards the oblivious distraction,
to ease the pain that intense thought can cause,
or the humiliation of defeat.
If you're in trouble, change the topic slightly
away from what's known to unknown terrain
to "Yes, But" and "What about" and "How Come".
Such subtle diversions create mayhem
deviously dragging the plot away
to irrelevancies and bogus tracks,
to oblivious irresolution.
Obliterate the devious diversions tricks
especially aspersions about you.
Learn to recognize the signs beforehand.
Learn how to lever the game back on the track,
Guard against oblivion's trap door.
Learn to stay vigilant, on track with what you know about.
For diversion to ignorance is oblivious bliss.
Above the heat
the sky is flecked with ice.
The sun is no longer burning,
it’s a ghost lamp swept by the rags
of a coat-tailing wind.
There it is - arriving out of a hazy distance
a living cliché, a Bald Eagle
It must have caught a thermal.
I think of all the medallions and coins
it has been stamped and embossed upon;
here it is
an existential exclamation mark.
The eagle veers away
turning deeper into the ice-blue.
No one witnesses this,
even my eyes watch cynically,
the jaded disappointment of this sadness
is darkening my sight.
All hail to the he American eagle -
slowly disappearing.
© 59 mins ago
The thwart and the lie, the rumor and the lane, the love so drastic like fruits in the seam of the glass. Borders of fragmented revenge. The dreams were not fantastic, the light full, fire blazing. Rejection and denial end hand in hand with reveling. To fall on one small structure. The minor equivalent of the shimmering pole of gore. They fray and side and the sedge way hexes the bountiful distances of bridges and yellow moons. The tears inhaled, the smiles crashing, no mother, no mother, no. In the hills I will be alone, but the day surrounds every shadow. Mocking chariot where I reach the eyes of menacing jokes. He is the coat of walls and the sort of hit you peel down so carelessly rising war in a thinking tomb. No more, and there are forms filled. He is large, looming like a lion. I am the dry petals of a ceiling rose. Wait. Weary figure, to ward the inches of ministration. No one is in this yield then they sail like ships of planet Ukase. Sheilds to armor to the fine raging town of a timbering forest. To the house. I would hope when the stir everts, once the box becomes a visible fall. Like a storm buried with my bones in a birch tree. An apology veers yesterday, tomorrow and the second the walls open into the next hexagram. Because doom unties the passion in a faithful poison and the bars, freights employ the hatred of the massive expectations on the smallest form of tired fate. Toward the unknown parallels the hours that stretched the instigator.
Ever had chase fest for a runaway balloon,
that's going places, underused, under benches,
high fiving branches,
becoming a star to the onlooking masses?
Convenient how it knows,
that we have each other for a hug,
of gratitude undercover-glued tight against the squall
like a tether, having a ball with you.
Can you feel the love? Convenient how it knows,
when your teeth needs a bug
when you're convertable-ing it to the mall in a VW.
A curious thing indeed, the wind,
as it rifles through your papers,
thorough and true and takes a how do you do,
peruse, at how you, "how you do in" ,
on your way home from school.
It may breeze through a good book
like a critic looking for something cool to lick.
Acting as a reactor, it is definitely a factor,
it could be a mysterious force's comedy actor,
a punchline to a joke,
that sometimes seems right on cue.
Giving your ribs a good poking too.
It makes me laugh, for example,
to hear my kite buddy cheer,
for height and for sheer, and then he gets it,
gets it right up there, almost free and clear.
Just when the kite begins to go
where eagles only dare, it plummets below,
it veers, right, after squirrels, cones and needles,
skulls and crossbones, party favors, after freefall
it gets stuck in a tree,
belonging to that of our neighbors?
Introversion, like strengthening integrity,
explores fusing with the Whole
which I associate with ego-death
whether by colonizing encroachments of Other
more powerful,
arrogantly unenlightened,
predators
Or by ego-transmutation
creolization
rebirth
synergetic sacraments
of wedding
bedding
feeding
breeding
loving
win/win compassion
And probably some positive
and negative,
impressive
and repressive,
flavors
and savors
of both varieties
anxiously anticipating ego-degeneration,
Self-emptying
under duress
and surviving chronic depression,
ego critical stress
and chronic trauma events.
Extroversion,
like outflowing exhilaration,
celebrates interdependent individuation
either against
or within
Earth's whole open system
Which I know as ego-augmentation
within a Western straight white male privileged context
of anthro-exceptionalism
MonoTheistically over against EarthTribe's carnal nature
Or
PanenTheistically celebrating ego's EarthMothered
nurtured
holonic spirit
And probably some in and out
positive and negative
Both/And Right hemisphere
and Either/Or Left hemisphere
introverted ego
embracing extroverting ecosystemic interdependence
with indigenous wisdom
of healthy ego
dipolar co-arising
wealthy ecosystemic context
While EitherMe OrWe introversion
without BothMe AndWe
integral holon of EarthTribal view
veers off toward Lose/Lose despair
death
depression
inevitable ecocide
and lack of capacity to thrive,
emergent disinterest in surviving
While extroversion invites sacred out
and inflowing integral Other
into panentheistic win/win play
to grow our humane/divine
interreligious
bicamerally interdependent
Tao wu-wei.
There is no us in that—
in that you’re on your own.
Refusal to walk into your trap
where hate breeds like a disease unknown.
Your thoughts collapse, too slack, too thin,
to prove you ever weighed it all.
I cannot see where your mind has been,
prepared to twist and watch it fall.
You chose the crowd instead of thought,
traded your reason for their disguise.
You bury your hate in borrowed lies,
and march in step with a machine—
telling your heart this path is proud,
that every stride is patriotic ground.
But your path veers far from mine.
It runs against all I know.
Darkness shadows every track—
and I no longer want to know you.
I sit at the end of the wooden pier
Near the river’s edge
As the current cool water veers
Unhindered away from the ledge
Watching the swirls on the water surface
As the ducklings swim, as they leave the sedge
Aware of my bare feet, splashing the blue surface
For bread crumbs as I stretch to feed them from the ledge
Lapping sounds echo against the pier
As river takes a breath from its creator
Then drew away without fear
Mixed with calm melody of nature
I sit at the end of the wooden pier
Near the river’s edge
As the current cool water veers
Feeding the ducklings from the ledge
5/4/2016