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In the seamless sky of my fervent yearning,
I let the enraptured songbird of heart soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze
that carried your jasmine fragrance to me.
The dawn splashed the spectrum of ecstasy,
blossomed the budding euphoric dreams
in the domain of depthless desire,
I didn’t see clouds slither in the slate horizon.
In the stream of night the specks of darkness slid,
in its flood my longing essence sank.
I couldn’t hold on to your hands as before,
for you freed yourself from my eager embrace.
Splintered in the threshold of tarnished twilight,
in the vortex of turmoil I saw the debris of me
disappear with my dreams in the stormy night.
Demolished, I was sucked into its virulent void.
Emotion engulfed by raging sense of consternation
bewildered me by the flight of fight option,
I submerged immobile in the state of stasis,
while the freeze response shriveled my mind.
Expectations unfulfilled hit me hard,
promises unkept flung fiery blows of torment.
My mangled mind caught fire of the wild,
blazed the tender time of endurance.
The flame flowed from my burning mind,
singed the sensual meadow my love had made,
as my heart morphed into a volcanic inferno,
erupted fuming lava called anger.
Through the billowing smoke thick and blinding,
I came out of the ruins, saw the beauty life was.
Before my ember conscience burnt the soul,
I rose from the ashes, self-consoled and sane.
When life enjoys our full inhale,
breathing in-formation,
Then dying purges through breathing out,
exhaling excarnation,
recessively oriented toward last breath,
precessively convexing (B. Fuller) back in Dia-Memory toward next breath
as first breath of each eternal moment;
reverse regeneration advent.
These two, living fully and dying co-redemptively for future regeneration,
always balance within each Eternal Prime CoArising Moment,
at least potentially, with implications, enthymematic,
as Yang+Yin Incarnating-Form = Polynomial+Not-Not-Binomial In/Out-Formation.
Summing and adding,
proportioning and Golden Ruling,
Natural Lawing and Ordering all these universal Tao variables,
Zero-Balancing Life-Fractal Prime Relationship
and Economically Deep Ecological TransIssual TransActions,
regenerate full ++/(-)(-) naturally dialectic fractals
of harmonic trust restoring justice,
Prime Principle of Universal Life/Death systemic apposition
through (-)(-) double-binding,
double-negative bicamerally balancing hemispheres
noticing RNA's Dark Logos Soul;
PreGenesis of Tao.
This Form of Great Chi-Atman Explication (Bohm),
Incarnation
Primally follows from our regenerative speciating path of evolution;
Tao.
SpaceTime languaged as Tao,
Great Harmonic Way,
evolves elusively, evasively,
ubiquitously, coincidentally,
Yet latent (Implicate--D Bohm) within are objects
subjects of dense ergodic Energy, ionically balancing bionic,
co-intelligent in-formating,
Dark and dim,
blinding Primal Vortex,
implied, implicating, Synergy-Love Order,
Latent with life-force,
regenerational (0)-sum systemic.
Life-force being very true,
positive as double-negative,
rational numeric,
just systemic,
Laytext evidence,
content-ing Golden Rule riches within
this (0)-soul Theorem's (G. Perelman)
human natured deductive dipolar Proof.
From the days of old till now
Taos' Logos for manifest Forms,
Beloved Green Commons enculturing,
has never ceased formating,
permaculturing,
By which we may view this Progeneration of Universal Intelligence (Fuller).
How do I know the shape of DNA,
double-bound smooth-structured elliptical Co-Memory?
Through Polyculturing Natural Systemic
Ecological
and Economic Optimization Function!
I am resilient. Infinitely stronger
than you think I am. You hear me, Devil?
With the Almighty God to my right
and my guardian angel to my left
you're never gonna drag me down
Yes, I'm aware of your devious schemes
Yes, I'm aware of your pathetic white lies
Yes, I'm aware of all your dirty tricks
I'm soaring too high for you to reach me
You're never gonna drag me down
No matter how much you tempt me
No matter how hard you try
to suck me into the vortex
of your evil machinations, I will prevail;
you're never gonna drag me down.
Clasp my feet with your long talons
halfway up the ladder of success;
pull me down with all your might
and I'll still climb to the topmost rung.
You're never gonna drag me down
Never Going Drag Me Down Poetry Contest/Winner(2nd Place)
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Date written and posted: 10/13/2017
MOONSHINE ELIXIR
My rose perfume scents the hospital room
where he returns for moonshine elixir.
My eyes, wide and afraid at the pale monster
who glows with pinkish cheeks as he drinks.
I scream, from inside my brain, as my mouth
softly moans, “no...no…”
My friend strung a cross - pressed it to my heart,
but he snickered, for i’m far too close to the dark.
He forced a nurse to remove it — she wore it
to ward off the evil, that terrified my bedside.
He told her, as he licked his lips, “Keep it on,
or i’ll send you next, to the funeral parlor.”
She pulls out a hammer and a stake, “That
would be a grave mistake, monster! Watch
your back. I know where you live. Do you
have time to move before the moon is through?”
He seethes, taking it out on me, raping me
of the rest of my lifeblood. He screams
at the top of his unholy breath…
The nurse’s hair caught in its vortex, the stench
of death she can’t escape. He vanishes
and fearfully he is able to find a new residence.
She must always watch her back, be careful
that no one unhinges the clasp at the back of her neck
...not even her husband.
Each night she hears a horrible howl, the wind blows the windows
and doors, a pale reminder of the evil that stirs...
12/21/2018
See my poem Victorian Virtue
I once wrote a poem
about that time I looked into my dog’s eyes
and asked questions
and searched answers of existence.
Another time, another poem
my attention captured by a mountain peak
as I found in the depths of tranquility
a revelation in my being.
One summer morning
a poem about flowers in a garden
and how the morning dew was upon their petals still.
Wrote about the sights, and the sounds, and the smells
and the delights flowers provide for the living.
Perhaps today
a poem about that time I got lost
and was crying at a picnic
and how that woman found me
brought me back to my parents
who eased the unrest
that I had experienced deep within my soul.
But mind always compels me to write another
while consumed by the sight of wrinkles on my face
and my thinning gray hair
pulled into a mind created vortex
of fear and uncertainty
which causes me to wonder
how and when
it will one day all end.
Dear Angel,
I dare you, shimmering…glimmering star
To shine anew where you are
Dare Angel, so true
Who knew, who’d knew
You were the color of cyan
I will be your man
I will be having my tan
Dare to wonder
Dare to wander
Dare to ponder
What lies ahead? Think of the present instead of the past of dread
Venturing through my vortex
Of perplexing flexing mentally
Bewilder me
Wanderlust be
You are you and I am I
Let’s die alive tonight, tonight, tonight
You are outgoing and I am shy
Maybe I’ll love you with my might
You dare angel of ardent adventure, legacies of lament and journey of joy…a voyage of valleys and majestic mountains above
There are a zillion things I could say to you:
For instance I could say;
I love you more than the secret love between sun and moon,
Love of dark fiery light that eclipse in the heart of my soul,
Love that blooms my earth and ocean
to a vortex of red life and blue love.
Or I could say:
I love you in the infinitude of divinity;
Love that smothers the stormy whispers of death,
Love which opens the skies of the celestial place
to stream the immortal spirit of eternal love in my soul.
Still, out of the zillion things I could say to you,
I find no words with the power to define my simple love for you.
And when I carefully listen to the voice of my voiceless soul,
listen to the words which closest define my eternal love for you
I need all my heart, my blood, my soul and strength
to say the words:
I love you.
SPIRAL
Conspiracy ensnared turning viral
ending in torment.
Wounded heart wept and wept not to recover,
sustaining severe injury.
A wisp of ember still burning in tortured soul,
ready to snipe on vengeance.
surpassing endurance.
Spiral smoke of retaliation
coiling, swirling in whirling vortex of agony.
On any opportune moment cinder of soreness to reignite
bursting in flame burning evils and devils.
06/16/20
' Spiral ' Contest by Kai Michael Neumann
possessed
by words
yet
discourse-less
implicit
intuition
meandering
in a
web of language
a whirling
vortex of
silent words
strangely
laconic
a tapestry
the plaintive
&oblique
intertwined
the detritus
of yesterdays
scattered over
the stutter
of time
happenings
high points
of drams
self-enlarging
onto
contrived
corridors
symbolism
touchstones
of childhood
&death
abstracts
in mode&tone
clusters
of repeated
thought
of the
vernacular
themes
juxtaposed
in imagery
confessions
of decay
&despair
fables
of meaning
orchestrated
organised
in ballads
of personages
issues
elucidated
declaimed
the constant
delusion
of the soul
in explicit
contrasts
echoes
of feeling
in conversations
back&forth
the minutiae
of the
domestic day
direct
expressions
of the
intuitive
philosophical
spectating
crowding
the mind
modulating
the present
of an alien
world
a truth
beyond
beyond
our
remit
I have seen many nights passing
Each to be a little more different then yesterday
With no longer for the day to be asking
Having time without words to never say
The night changes many things
Views secreted for the mind to adapt
Upon ways with unlimited means
Simply to find to simply be swept
And lost within this darken world
I can hardly see myself, hardly believe
Like a swirling vortex, beyond the twirl
Perhaps just one more time, myself I can deceive
Yet... ever once more, I wanted to be lost
Never to be found, never again in existence
And I needed time for time to factor cause
If I can only explain... If only I have reasons
This night... comes along with today
If for tomorrow I can be asking
Having words without time to never say
This night... can only be another’s passing