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You can make it happen;
One soul your soul can live that beautiful morning when
a sigh of relief will wake you up today older a shorter life
than yesterday due to the changes that occur as results of the
passing time todays journey will heal all your bleeding wounds.
If you don't fly with a strong personality you will be stuck
in what you know and not discover what you don't know.
Create a light to shine that would venture with your shadow
while getting older to not hide behind it.
A vision that can wake up with you to move you forward grow
in your depth to become present in time living up everyday
in the same pattern is giving up on change and living moments
are very short this is the moment to be strong seize that given
moment set yourself loose even sense your sadness walk to wait
for the midnight hour, count your stars talk to them tell them
to be here tomorrow when you come back.
An illusion that you can accept the root of unconsciousness that
can light up your night to touch the sky as you need not to predict
the unpredictable and leave your damages behind to advance let
your soul be very truthful to you and became addicted to life
start visioning a light in your depth that you`ll never shut off.
Create choices to identify what`s in your mind now & that
includes emotions to sleep by you. Ask yourself why you wanted
to hide, why? from whom? find the answer you know what ?
silence is your pride change is your goal respect is what you are
looking for and that is what makes you so special.
A vision that can tap into your worst days to deprive you from
feeling vulnerable save your life to not hurt yourself listen to
the ticking clock a handle that remind you of the time passing
don't grow up unhappy like most people do lift up yourself
esteem as it doesn't fit picking up the pieces in a deserted island
walk through a path where you can make a connection even
with nature connect and create and walk.
You can make it happen;
Listen to your heart today as you don't want to live
anymore in a state of fear and want.
Terry
7/3/2013
The static idea
of an unchanging personal Holy Spirit/Nature,
yet transcendent God,
works more effectively in my RealTime
and RealTalk
and Real EarthHealth,
as an integrity-unchanging god constant
about healthy evolutionary,
even peacefully revolutionary,
creatively incessant HolySpirit/Nature
for health-redemptive change.
The theological idea of equal dignity
in God's eyes
and ears
and taste
and love
and passion,
and, for some, even god's death
and ultimate trans-regeneration
into GreenGaia-Spirit of active WinWin post-millennial Hope,
ignores our ProGenitors' co-equal post-death still-evolving integrity
of becoming one regenerating creolizing metamorphic communion,
one Holonic Green ecosystemic DNA-spirit/RNA-nature recombinant womb,
nondually married,
multi-generationally dipolar,
mutually enthymematic nutrition-communicators,
fractally holonic,
committed to god's evolving preferential option
for those WinWin integrity poor
in WinLose nihilistic
dualistic
commodified capitalistic suboptimization
of diverse mental-capital health-options,
interdependent ZeroZone spirited networks,
integral 0-soul eco-metric core natures.
Consumer/Producer consciousness of a co-operating communal god-story
works most effectively for WinWin RealTime,
and not apocalyptic LoseLose UnReal ScreenTalk night time,
and really Rapturous Earth Health/Wealth
as a god-cooperative omnipresently internally/externally evolving,
resiliently restorative ecojustice revolving,
ZeroZone not not all-consuming ego-transubstantiating individuation
through a communal Whole OpenSystem identification process
discerning healthy-wealthy Earth optimizing change,
healthy WinWin ego/eco-opportunities
and pathological WinLose fragmenting ungodly risks.
An unchanging God
for eco-passionately empowering Gaian health-transformation,
Changing WinWin bilateral/bicameral nutrition investments
of Left thought,
Right feeling,
smell,
taste,
hearing 2020 revolutionary re-visioning
classically robust
health-wealthy polypathic
ego/eco-binary change.
Invisible you are to my eyes
Mind and spirit you are a glow
Invisible to my eye longing to see your portrait
Not knowing who this man is that makes me smile and leaves me only to
reminisce
Walking with you throughout my days and visioning you during my nights
Who is this invisible man
He is a man that touches my inner soul to the deepest of depth
Invisible man you've entered into my world
Is this destiny
Why is it you travelled into my path and when we conversate we connect as if you
have found your other half
How could this be
I leave myself questioning
Are you truly the man for me
We have shared so much that the question of eternity arises
Invisible man you leave me feeling warm and you have moved my inner spirits
For that I have a glow that comes from the bond that you and I only know
As the invisible man expresses and I understand his highs and lows
Finding the beauty and purity which lies within his soul
Looking beyond his trials and tribulations I find silver and gold
Invisible man you are that star to me that sparkles and shines and lifts my soul
Invisible man that you are I'm longing to see you and have the mystery unfold
To indulge in temptations and having no limitations on our dreams and journeys
yet to begin
Invisible man that you are I've realized and know you for who you are
Your outer casing is the missing piece that in time I shall see
Invisible man you know who you are
One day I'll see you and the picture will be clear and if my visions are right
You will be everything I imagined this invisible man to be
Remember invisible you are to my eyes
Mind and spirit you're a glow
Invisible show yourself
Form:
light penetrated dark, sound birthed
the Word ~ p o e t r y
a superlative emitting that which changes
emerging when ripened as verse
speaking to people faraway
unlocking alphabets from minds
to glide, fast fly, jump or slowly crawl, landing
at destined places, swords or aces
I am Poetry ~ weep or whimper not for me
existentially dancing, enthralling, glancing at
blank paper to be embroidered in ink
ruby red, black or olive green
free flow I from fingers fragile, artistic or sturdy
regulate me only for joy or exploring expansion
perhaps for judicious judgement
I, P o e t r y ~ sequins of Love convoluted or rayed, in service
purifying emotive sentiments conditioned, romantic, missioned
Heart is my home where rest my letters, forms
cadences, couplets, epics
in non-bewildered intelligence visioning dreamscapes
divine, liberated from bandages, buckles, bondages
alive is my Supersoul breath giving voice to electrons
protons, neutrons which fleetingly capture
essenced life through observed elixirs
as Poetry, I witness action followed by pure
stillness ~ transcendental whirlpools in orbits
my limbs reach language lyrical or plain
burnished and wise
cherishing recitals in sacred spaces
I activate thoughts and visions remaining
supremely unattached attuning words
for Grace ~
undulate imagination in perfect waves
misty, clear or intricate, intriguing, unblemished
gratifying, swivelling, sizzling in my own
fire or ice
I, Poetry, consummated
voice the W o r d
The future called and I responded, armed with scars my years of acquired wisdom and rife experience, declared with voice of reason, a projection of matter, called for fellow age group, but trend and fame caught them in its web,
chose to ride alone for alone was I conceived, going against the law of humanity, the spirit of Ubuntu, my mind declared war, war on postponement and wavering, for the journey demands uprightness and bravery,
my undying desires for progress, my inner being erecting flag of hope for generations yet undiscovered, hearing simmering vibrations in my belly button, evoked by my birth cord right, a right to create and leave trademark meant to challenge what God hands designed to no limit,
my undying pride for better and transformative tracks with trails of gazing back no more for the enemy heading the forefront of the future, success. My pursuit for foundation meant to breed seeds of eternal challenged perception and visioning.
Being of the seed that refuse to go unnoticed, placing everywhere, marks that evokes minds and creative of the future, so unshakeable daily on mission to create possibilities where existed none, for the calling still yet not reached it's silent lay, fueling the course to wash every barrier at exposure,
with my contributions like statues meant for generational reference, a generation of matter and reason, of statued and statures, the remarkable signage of irrevocable pioneering for change and immensely innovation, a future called and I heed to the voice
#Poetic_Ink
I felt tears trickling down. After so many years. All persevering truce is a magnificent allegory , measuring minuscule salt portions with a grandiose precaution. The immediate call will be the lasting diva:
“When you are finally done, please surmise in return, your chapbook!”
The transportation was arranged, and the vehicle showed up in the morning. The hospice arranged the transportation before. The chauffeur was not that talkative, precise only to the questions asked.
Supplication is an effort here, even in uttering “Rabbana Hablana…” the accessories and the serendipity get involved in nerves and encyclopedic volume and diction , in a wild effort to tear everything apart, the risk management is such a “man-age-meant” portfolio.
I was looking at the machine , the automated device. The loci is in tune with the locus. The orthodox locus is in a fix with the unorthodox worldbuilding, visioning together, altogether. Godly, God knows how to shun too.
On the return trip, the passenger window had swiftly dispersed overlapping montages, urbane, luminaries and delineations with road marks, here and there.
The nurse was simpering while seeing me off .
“Are you a bachelor? Widow?”
I was staring, bluntly. A root cause, even beyond a handle or shackle.
“Many feel nostalgic, overwhelmed or fatigued while the mammogram is in.
Mainly Freudian, “
In an effort to keep my cool, I reply,
“By the will of God, my kids’ father is doing fine. We are on our own.”
“Social, so shall, socialized.”
April 2, 2024
The glass walls caved in with a roar
a yellow storm that broke the faulty veins that had been
up till now
Invisible.
And I, clutching a rag of paper in guilty hands
curled up at the end of a dilapidated wooden bench
at last doing what I should have my whole life –
Late, once again, on the one day lateness is not excused.
I have always imagined the world ending
with a shattering of stained glass
we had painted to portray the thing we called beauty, and
that had shined vulgar colors on us for millions of lives;
a jolt of awakening from some nightmare into
something that cannot be as easily defined,
for in all minds it is a different message;
a violent wrenching open of the hidden crack of light
in an atlas that had seemed impenetrable, endless –
but the entire time had merely been an idiot’s doodle.
In that moment
whether it be in a dream like this or in some
mad state of visioning
the feeling cannot be snipped and trimmed
and stuffed into a four-letter word,
for it defies all language and
pulls the strings hanging from mind and soul and stomach
pulls them and plays a cat's cradle game with them
and leaves the limbs wild and dancing
with the silliness of a drunk man’s misery.
And yet all fell back into order when I opened my eyes
from a dream that had the power to awake,
and glanced at the rotting walls.
There seemed to be tremendous joy written in them, for
I saw at last their stains were of glass.
Form:
Gardens of golden threaded Cyprus;
evergreens perfume sings me halfway to sleep.
I breathe in the wafting scents of neighbor’s roses;
with elation my spirit weeps.
The drumming of leaping goldfish in a pond nearby calls to dragonflies and they zip by me; lovely translucence in the spotlight rays of old Sol;
This is how things should be.
City life holds no joy for those who are naturalists; only concrete and boredom.
Breathing in another scented moment; I can feel the dragonfly wings, beating time to the Koi drums song.
Another breath and I ride a dragonfly to liquid refreshment.
My vision’s broken only by and old bullfrogs bloated croak.
I am a stranger in his world; “Stop staring”, I say to him and his about face response, says he has heard.
I watch him snap up a fly with his sticky-quick tongue and one hundred percent accuracy; the Koi drums continue...I melt back into my visioning state, again.
The city’s load on my mind is lightening and my heart feels nearly free;
of the steel-toothed grinding wheel that is my thankless job.
Were it not for nature; I’d go insane; plomp…plomp…plomp…the drums pull me back again.
How is it that the human species can take pride in the concrete nightmares they create without a second thought of Gaia’s children?
Again, plomp…plomp…plomp of the Koi drums.
3-12-2022
Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest
BJ Legros Kelley
Story of my life... you know it's kinda
funny when I think about cuz
when it comes to love I could never
get it right but I can give all the good advice
to my homeboys & help them keep their
lil shawty's and turn em into the wifey type
but like Beans said "Tell Me What Your Life Like"
pain & turmoil but God made the child that
stands before you outta his image
so I been heaven sent to deliverance his
messages never mind my seductive
sentences.
But listen things ain't what it used to be,
you see it's this female I been talking
to for a minute and somethings different
I can feel it in how we talk and the way
she looks at me, kinda got me daydreamin
right now, I mean it's just good friendship
but eternal happiness wit her is
sumthin I'm trying to seek,
she got me feeling like M.L.K in his
Infamous "I Have A Dream Speech"
meaning she takes me to a place
God took John, revealing to him
because of the sinful nature of
this nation a New Heaven & Earth
would be born.
So you see I see new things wit this one,
got me visioning a new love life, where
even if I'm away from her for a few minutes
I think of her smile and she's what
I'm missing, so for her to be mines & me
to be hers it would almost feel unreal
but I'm love it, cuz when she gives her
heart to me the last thing imma feel is
emotionally torn like Letoya Luckett
Yirdaki rhapsody;
no passing fancy.
Breath-bullet;
spinning down its chamber of wood;
enchanting elixir, so very good.
Breathing sound-light;
how it bleeds, so right;
a healing vibration,
echoing sensation;
didgeridoo’ing brings cosmic elation!
Born in the woods of each tone,
brings magic of visioning dreams.
Peace waves resounding from Yirdaki dreams;
can elevate spirit to heights never seen.
Thanks to the bug, who devours his grub;
harmony gives the world, a big hug.
Yirdaki rhapsody,
like peaches and cream;
Is sweet perfection that is sure to glean;
miraculous joy, from all who can hear it.
It extracts the funk, from all who are near it.
The song of the wood;
it rides on a breeze;
the vibrational gift,
is so sure to please.
It’s not just a hollowed out tube,
you can bet;
it’s healing energy surpasses all tests.
On another plane I ride, vibrations,
which upon I slide;
mind dances on the tonal tide.
I waltz within the timeless realms;
Yirdaki posted at the helm.
Melting deep into the drone,
my spirit does not stand alone.
The things I see, within the drone;
when done, will usher me back home.
Yirdaki rhapsody, how it swells
and secrets it will ever tell.
The dance is meant, to call all souls.
Come dance and be inside the fold.