can't re-assemble
what the forgotten has lost
for to re-member,
memories you must firstly
dis-member them carefully
The 23rd Chapter found ...
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In their ending man destroyed their heaven and their earth.
And the earth being without form and void;
Presents its re'-membered nothingness back into the darkness of familiarities 'ere alienation out of the commonalities that are the countenance of deep space.
The Spiritual force ... "Do you hear and see, what the deaf and blind, had known." ~~~~~~~~> touch ...
... conceptual introvertism
Not an academic
Poet
Not a tenement
Poet
Not a beat or a blues
or a church Poet
Not a famous or infamous
or celebrity Poet
Not an Irish or Basque
or Welsh Poet
Not a formal
Poet
Not a casual
Poet
Not the kind that takes
to the stage Poet
Not a tenured or membered
or club Poet
Not a for profit or glory
or fame Poet
… just a Poet
(The County Line: April, 2024)
Deep inside the lonely breast a yearning
For something beyond the bitter taste
Of this world’s incessant churning
Or, a human’s soul laid in utter waste
Sifting through the bleakest dogmas
Histories of seekers in days of yore
Rigid rules of ancient ‘membered dramas
None clothes of true spirituality wore
Comes the still, small voice of reason
Searching the depths yet to be known
The enlightened, earnest seeker sees in
Such a faith worthy to call one’s own
May 14, 2021
Submitted to "Religion or Spirituality" Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Alone have you come here
Alone shall you go
Can you just leave behind
Your fragile ego?
Can't you let go your
Envy and pride
Moments of Shame and hatred,
Moments you cried
Is it too hard
to tame bursts of anger
Feelings of sorrow and pain
that quietly grow stronger.
The melancholic days
feel just like quicksand
The more you ignore it,
the more you withstand.
If they are to be disowned,
Why did you gather these?
Let them blow past you
Like the cool winter breeze.
Dance to the waves of joy,
And sing a happy tune.
A wreath of happiness,
with pleasure shall be sewn.
Sow the seeds of love
of delight and of ecstasy
Your deeds of benevolence
shall be 'membered as your legacy.
My green Iris
With golden tint
Floating in the
White surface red sea
Colourless water cross the lids
Run smoothly in high speed
Over my cheeks over my lips
Finally dropped & absorbed in my jeans.
Requesting God
Take me back
I fought, really a lot
I've made a plan for that
When I I'll go to bed
& sleep tonight
Gift me heart attack
Enough to die
Except my 4 membered family
& may be any friend
No-one will miss
No-one will cry
& that, I bet
In few days or months
They will be alright
Now just take back my life
In prophecy
we often fixate
on time's unprofitable passage,
on degenerative change
on long-neglected reform
on our need to redeem our time
now past.
Yet this notice of opportunities and risks
for future climates of pathology and health
is surrounded by an implicit right-hemisphere awareness,
a felt prophecy
pre-verbal
erupting from compassionate tenacity
of resilient health-wealth Time re-membered,
Matriarchal womb nurtured,
this prophetic nutrition of communal circles
and resonant spirals,
waxing and waning waves
of emotively implied pre-formation,
primal ZeroZone re-attachment
back through
and to
All Souls Yang-unfolding and Yin-refolding
universal and unitarian
strong-flowing
prophetic TaoTime;
Time tenaciously prophetic,
compassionately redeveloping integrity of health re-connected with wealth
left rationality with right synergy
polypathic thought with polyphonic feeling;
Courageous Either/Or with curious Both/And
ego/eco-logic;
Vulnerable with Transparent
prophetic polyculturing communication.
The re-membered
Speak to me of a memory that ran into the sand
taken by the high tide drifting away
but at low ebb glitter on the lonely strand.
Speak to my memory as seen in a child`s eye
when my mother was young and danced
had laughter on her lips and stars in her eyes.
Speak to me memory in the haze of dreams
when life was lovely, and summers were long,
hold on to your vision of yore till your life ends.
Speak to me a memory of your time as a seaman
when life was often sad, but books made you sane
in every port a letter from your mother.
I have tried to walk through those doors,,I just can't,
The pain is too deep, the judgement I can't stand,
Be better, be better is chanted through their walls,
Turning noses up in discust when you fall,
My heart screams inside, what is it going to take?,
When death shook them to the core, it was only then did they accept mercy and grace,
They re-membered for a while, but as time went on they forget,
It became love and reconciliation but later went to their head,
I dreamt of you brother, crying out to me,
I couldn't understand until you died suddenly,
They accepted me as a stranger, they took me in,
I knew God had a purpose, through their pain I stayed with them,
The love and compassion I felt, the passion inside,
I could relate and I didn't have to hide,
They later started to forget, the atmosphere gradually changed,
I watched the people i love just walking away,
It pained me so deeply, I had to step up,
They didn't want to hear me, their ears were shut,
I cried so much I couldn't cry anymore,
Then I remembered in my dream you said Cortney, it won't work,
My heart dropped, I fell to my knees,
Lord, why can't they see....
Coinciding wrath's adjourn, the legacy
to just envelope the return,
that first step, that first look, the yourn
it is the first beguiling, not last's spurn!
That seeing first, that moment's soft concern
how fondly, membered first in thought's affair
oh just how kindly, how extreme, how spare,
encumbrance, or encounter, not aware!
The entrance's show, not shoving, not impair,
that look's uncover, that long, folding stare ~
would glance it not from others, all repair,
it was that first love's look ~ that heightens care!
Called out of breath
To be over there when
Bodies amass and gasp
Truncated furloughs
Through downtown no dose
And beated arms grasp
Pointedly for drowning sensation
Raised eyebrows at consumption
and withdrawal
Not content to sit drooping
And chalkboard signs spell stupor
Porous passion
Healing internal wounds
Like feather surgeons
Taking me back re-membered
When all explorations
Held their own song