When truth has no rhythm,
No one dares challenge axiom,
Or be subjected to criticism—
Not for others, cum narcissism.
When death has no pain,
No need to fear its reign,
Or beat around its chain,
For none will ever remain.
When fear has no trouble,
No harm in taking risk for double.
Wait patiently for it to bubble,
And if not, retake from the rubble.
When lie has no trick,
No need to worry, mic,
Over truth's daring click,
To uncover its coming kick.
When care has no effect,
No need to carefully detect
How doubt sets in defect—
Pretence leads to misdirect.
When joy has no impact,
No need for saddened act
To show sympathy can extract
What enthusiasm duly enact.
When laughter has no sense,
No need for reasoning defense;
Brain logically built to condense
Complex and abstract pretense.
When reality has no importance,
No need for illusionary stance
To bid change for another chance,
Despite life's threatened romance.
So you needed to break me to make me. You want to reform my soul before you take me. Well then, I surrender because of fate it should be. I am not defeated. They were not empty sufferings. But more Contractions, birth pains.. I was being reborn again. Prepared for the glorious day when I can say I am alive and living with inner grace. Where I truly believe I am an image of him that which he made me. A mirror of his reflection, constantly elevating. Strengthening and awakening deep parts where only his prayers can take me. Places where forgiveness waits for me. My thoughts once oppressed by shadows of misdirect, that I learned recently were not of his fate but they were also not a punishment.. I know he hasn’t forsaken me, he hasn’t let go. Sometimes Love must wound to heal, they say the pain is the lesson which I believe is real. The more scars the deeper the conversations and self-realizations with GOD are. So yes, you need to break before you can be your best and truly Divine. Its grace, and it’s not always smooth sailing as we will find. It’s not the lack of him in your life, but rather a strong presence and reminder he’s always by your side.
As death draws near, we'll have reason to reflect.
At God's judgment, will we stand tall, free of defect?
If we could, would it be just the aftereffect
of a life lived for self, with pride’s introspect?
What did God ordain with the word, resurrect?
change, redirection from the dead, in effect.
There comes to the soul, a day when we're subject -
to guilt as a sinner, immoral, suspect.
We can put the blame on evil’s misdirect
but our faults we must own in circumspect
bond with the God-head, we no longer reject.
We rise to glorious grace as God’s chosen elect.
autumn lingers unfinished
though cold drops november
rain and waits undiminished
'til native summer sun remembers
what could unmake
when days full ache
bloom autumn colors
quick winter all borders
golds greens yellows
reds purples browns
a rusted rainbow frowns
as leaves scoot over meadows
fallen from mountain forest
after fields have given harvest
a father of one teaches his son.
chase catching leaves for fun
they twist turn swivel pirouette
lunge leap slide slice 'til earth is whet
while boy staggers with arms stretched
missing while dad knows misdirect fetched
two and three leaves while son fustrated
cries to quit but egged on infuriated
at last by chance or by experience
claps and traps one in victory dance
Copyright © Cornelius Brantley | Year Posted 2024
autumn lingers unfinished
though cold drops november
rain and waits undiminished
'til native summer sun remembers
what could unmake
when days full ache
bloom autumn colors
quick winter all borders
golds greens yellows
reds purples browns
a rusted rainbow frowns
as leaves scoot over meadows
fallen from mountain forest
after fields have given harvest
a father of one teaches his son.
chase catching leaves for fun
they twist turn swivel pirouette
lunge leap slide slice 'til earth is whet
while boy staggers with arms stretched
missing while dad knows misdirect fetched
two and three leaves while son fustrated
cries to quit but egged on infuriated
at last by chance or by experience
claps and traps one in victory dance
Parly to con-verse, lia to mislead or inform
Mindfully as in (ment)
Parli is part of a word that explains, with
lia in the middle who so often complains
Ment to misdirect one.. Or billions? its moot?
To distort our mentality..What can it all be about?
Parl lia ment if you've noticed says it all in its name!
It might not work for you.? My description..Yet to me
All looks really so plain.' Talking and twisting and
Mentally blitzing.' seems to be the main aim? I think
Of the casualties? i reflect on the pain.' Any honour seems
Hollow.' Insane? In the shadow of this dark.' And it seems such
Has been forever? (in reading) Matthew; Luke John and
Mark.'
these carnal desires will see me expire
inseperately stained from this foul game
of avoiding the smallest pricks of pain,
growing rage for making me play
with these machinations inside my brain,
artificial aspirations alienate the cause
and effect, misdirect these things we call laws
it's so flawed, I can't move on
I'm weighed down by noiseless sound,
of no one else around,
can't let that put us down
the drumming want to take a jaunt,
to run away with no embrace
can't look back or face regret
still managing to get upset
bereft of those I truly wept,
but on I crept, each lowley step
a constant pace and rhythmic breath,
unruly unrest, unconsciousness,
what does it mean do I exist
or just subsist on this planet,
trapped in my orbital plane,
fighting flames of growing disdain,
this dark domain will surely wane
but not without closing its veins
refrain from pulling the trigger
that figures, it doesn't help you
or me so I think I'll reconsider
trying to see this whole play through
The powers,
the powers 'that be'
wish to thank you
for your on-going servitude,
for your compliance,
conformity,
acquiescence,
gullibility,
subservience,
apathy,
disinterest,
inattention,
and your willful or blind ignorance.
We gratefully accept
your abject submission
as we strive to eradicate
all opposition
and discussion.
You are the very best of sheep,
the most loyal of lambs.
We applaud your
naiveté and lack of interest
in our secretive regime.
We keep your secrets
so you do not have to.
May you continue to serve us
as we
subject,
bamboozle,
hornswoggle,
flimflam,
demonize,
pander,
patronize,
denigrate,
dismiss,
disrespect,
defame.
derogate,
discount,
dishonor,
disparage,
vilify,
slander,
mislead,
misuse,
misdirect,
misinform,
malign,
smear,
conceal,
cover-up
and deceive you all.
Imperfect
Another run
Around the sun
Turn a card
Risk a pun
Jerk a tear
Twist a plot
Hang a cliff
Connect a dot
Suspend belief
Stretch the truth
Plot a hole
Machine deus
Strain a rhyme
(See above)
Time a nick
Triangle love
Weave a web
Break a heart
Misdirect
License art
Another run
Around the sun
One less year
Yet never done
– Grim
She lays in the long grass of the meadow,
Taut with anticipation,
Tired from the hunt,
Remembering the hurts of the past and the lessons learned.
The deceptively soft nose twitches; five directions at once.
Catching scents from yesterday and today.
Picking up the passion scent
from within the stench of broken dreams.
The knowing of things
The collector of information
Of scent
Of sound
Of the indefinable knowing that is instinct.
The direction of the wind upon her coat
Does it’s best to misdirect and lead astray.
Sounds echo around in a discord of noise.
And yet each note is heard clearly and distinctly
Signaling the nature of those who howl unknowingly at the moon.
Pretending that they understand.
Her padded feet contact the soil
And feel the rhythm of the earth
That signals each approaching possibility.
Vision is the last.
Encompassing that which has been sensed.
Information into a kaleidoscope of sensory perception.
That spins seemingly patternless
And the murmurs of a million secrets.
To one who heeds the intuition
Formed from experience
And freed from hindrance
By the possibility of dreams.
It is the house of consciousness
channeled from above
It is the home where dreams reside
The cozy place of love
Invisible, intangible
distinct from flesh and bone
commingled with the breath of life
brought forth by God alone
The coverings that we can see
the body, clothes and hair
can misdirect the human eye
from treasures buried there
Ravaged by disease and time
with battle scars to show
The human mind is prone to find
some judgment to bestow
Our love is often limited
to what we see and feel
and carelessly we overlook
what outer shells conceal
The loveliness of human flesh
does not increase one's worth
No man can judge the value
of a single life on earth
To take a closer look in faith
should be our common goal
for deep within each person lies
the beauty of the soul
2016 began on 8.13 and ended on 9.30 2017.
Betrayed and inhaling for the last 9 minutes,
My mother shooed with imaginary broom,
The puny demon trying in final futility
To misdirect her soul.
She breathed her last at 1800 or so.
Hail Marys pumping faster with each step toward God's Love.
One thoughtful phone call no later than 1830, the residents carefully chosen informed regrets followed through the speaker of his celluar phone, triangulated to the landline not 6 miles away.
The complications of a complicated brain experiment failed,
Took my mommy from me.
52 weeks, unveiled the woman and her cancer stage 4,
Who expelled her virgin mistake.
One month later, exit the biological lady, whom everyone loved, and I had just met.
Mommy meet mom.
Together they light a candle that smells of a Thanksgiving dinner, like safe and warm, and feed the banquet guests both too busy to sit.
As I blunder
Misdirect my course
Falling away
From recourse
I sit and sigh
The time is nigh
To get up and
Stand fast
Get a career
So my family can last
Zoning by micro-climates my
Yards' spaces, and then
Xeriscaping them to conserve
Water because of the drought, I can
Visualize neat straight furrows
(Under colorful vines
Trailing red, green, and purple grapes)
Saturated with various seedlings:
Radishes, squashes, sprouts, etc.
Quietly absorbing sunlight, and
Pushing roots deeper into my
Organically amended soil.
Nasturtiums, previously planted,
Misdirect insects away from my plants.
Ladybugs, and other predators, help
Keep down the hostiles that got through.
Jumping forward from Spring to Fall,
I can imagine picking tomatoes from the vines,
Harvesting football-sized zucchinis,
Gathering various root vegetables, and
Fruits from bushes and trees.
Eating unwashed sweet peas
Directly from their pods.
Cooking pies from mixed berries I grew;
Baking pumpkin bread or zucchini bread.
Agonizing again over what to plant next year.
Oh sing yon violin upon your strings
and play harps and lutes melodious things
come sooth my soul and for our losses
and shatter pain upon our bed of mosses
Dost thou dare to stay our hearts entwined
do cast your light and airy within our mind
so also to our agony do make us blind
where in time we shall life kinder find
Do misdirect my thoughts upon a fairer course
lead me now away from paths remorse
fail not to impart joy and from its source
and to the courts whats odious I do divorce
and there expire bitterness and mans afflictions
unto the burial sites with their benedictions
the ends of tribulations on the morrow
as I have some aspersion to this sorrow
Come twist your ropes do wrap in harmony
the golden strand in archetypes that be
fluid in the cups elixir we do drink
to shelter from woe and misery we sink
Clasp the inner man intone your song
return to us the living among our throng
embrace the consolation and hold whats dear
for upon us all this place draws ever near
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
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