a door creaks inward,
the sky folds in, saying not leave
nor enter
not lost, not quite returned
my hands forget their kedge,
stillness 'neath the murmur
somewhere between blur and flame
a yes dissolves into never,
I mistake the hush for an answer
Tesla 3-6-9
In the light I see the dark.
As blank as the silence is in my heart
Moving on I feel nothing but a lot
I know inside I am neither fresh nor rot.
Days I spend thinking about my own life
Whose wish is a happy dad and his living wife
A lively home and a peaceful room
Where I write every while.
In the light I see the dark.
As blank as the silence is in my heart
Moving on I feel nothing but a lot
I know inside I am neither fresh nor rot.
Days I spend thinking about my own life
Whose wish is a happy dad and his living wife
A lively home and a peaceful room
Where I write every while.
Surrounded by immortal elders at the at the door to heaven
I hear a voice of silence whispering in a solemnly tone.
That we have been blinded by the aesthetic fallacy
Planted hemlock leading to eternal mortal as a price
A warning from moses' will be witnessed before it's time to rise
I'm traumatic and terrified, I close my eyes
I see babbling persons in white beyond the blue skies
The weak are made strong and magnified
I see pride and vicious man crying
In a fountain of lava together with a morning star
For a millennium enduring pain without getting any scar
I open my eyes and hear a lucid voice
Eternal dearth is your choice
The hour to reconcile is now not later
The holy son is returning feckly now not later
They don't like me,
But neither do I,
I shield my face from them,
Because I am carefully curated,
Cured like resin,
But soft as snow,
I know what I’m doing,
But inside these walls I don’t feel as home,
I am a child that no one likes,
But the other fact is,
Neither do I,
Neither am I the person they see,
When someone says to envision me,
All I ask is why,
Though I know the answer,
Because neither do I,
And neither will you.
We can’t make
all the bad things
good
Just knowing
all that didn’t
should
We can’t wish
what stays real
away
Or lie
to keep the truth
at bay
Yesterday
today
tomorrow yield
The leavened
‘Word’
forever sealed
Ad infinitum
minus
one
Salvation’s
path
— is zero sum
(Sister Marcella: 8th Grade Religion Class, 1962)
Neither Dumb Belle nor dumbell: The Search for Personal Identity.
Made in His image Divine, one and one equals two
The differences plain and simple in design
Does not "Woman" mean "Female Man,"
From First Man her origins taken?
Together strong and flexible
In time they find each in and as the other
Indispensible to humankind's survival
A perfect pair in God's blueprint for life
God's portrait as a dyptich,
Masterful, expressionistic, abstract and figurative
A little lower than angels, yet crowned in his glory
Strength and Kindness gifted to each one...
Yes in deed, God in plain sight of angels
made the two of them become as one-
Holy, wholly separate, inseparable, in mind, heart-
The children of His Love for Life
A vision for all to see-together his image on earth.
Together, one and one equals three
Aqua Marine. Just Musing on a Personal Journey of My Own.
30 March 2025
(First of a series on personal identity. :) )
Neither one waiting at the bend
Nor stationed upon the hill
Was present to make offense
Or entertain some evil will.
A breeze came, another went -
Rattling the bursages
As a creeping serpent
Going into hiding does.
If I died right here -
How many lonesome clouds -
How many foraging birds
Would pass by before I was found?
Would the beloved sun
Care to kiss me good-bye?
Would the angels of the canyon
Guide me on my flight?
my telephone pal and I speak at each other daily
neither of us listens
but we know when to pause
and pretend
I speak of my garden
tomatoes, radishes, carrots, lettuce
she speaks of her granddaughter Gigi
pretty, perfect, smart, wise, wonderful Gigi
I will send you a photo she says
I get a photo of Gigi
She gets a photo of my garden
she yaps, I yap
Pausing at the right places
pretending we are listening.
both of us talking
no one listening
Discriminating palates
garnish salads with shallots
But when eating croquettes
avoid mallets
In the ancient world, it is spoken of beings that are neither among men nor in a dream,
Blessed with an isolated destiny, with an unknown hope.
Their deeds seem to precede the first accusation of time and the indifference of the firmament,
No one thinks to engage them, for the future melts like wax under their gaze.
Some beings were forced into that destiny without a word of their own,
Now they are almost invisible and uncounted by society, as if they do not exist.
They are those who would never sell their souls, the noblest and the most troubling.
They are the quiet travelers of time, immersed in the mystery of an unclear destiny,
Carving their own ascent in a realm with neither hands nor hearts towards them.
Each step they take is a hidden note in the silent symphony of the universe,
Taking their undisturbed place in the waiting room of eternity.
They fell in love at a Star Wars Convention
When the marriage fell apart,
I thought they would stop dressing like 3-CPO
Neither wanted to give up the costume
To this extent
They both attended their divorce party
Where they celebrated with a Star Wars cake.
At worst, philosophical poet.
At best, neither your foe or friend.
Everyone laughs and everyone cries,
But then when it's time to say their goodbyes,
Nobody wants to nobody’s ready.
Nobody told them they’d have to already.
Come on now, time to say your goodbyes.
Everyone comes and everyone goes,
But nobody knows how much pain really shows
When somebody leaves them alone in the shadows
Cold and dark and dazed.
Come on now, time to leave, let's go.
Everyone waits, but patience is thin so nobody waits for long
Come on now, time to forget
All those times you can never get back.
All those people you can never see.
All those places you left the echo of your voice,
All empty without you.
All those memories you can’t recreate.
All forgotten in time.
When you say goodbye
I am
As they say
Thee
Incumbent
Reverential
". One "
Who simply is unable to
As yet be able to
" Win "
A one single argument
With or over myself
In my own individual particular
" " HEAD " "
And that I am freely willing to admit
As it doesn't sit well
With either neither of us
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