disappointments
hurt the soul
with the most
resounding consistency.
For me, it was my father’s
little broken promises
that crack on pavement
like little glass figurines
that no one can hear, but me.
How, at almost 40,
when I should feel objectively
and not subjectively
like a child, during
our short conversations
do I revert to
a disappointed
twelve-year-old
in her mom’s
Mickey Mouse
maternity tee shirt
asking her dad
to come play outside
because her sisters
are younger, and of course
annoying.
I’m writing this at 6:40
in the morning.
My husband is strutting
around the kitchen,
purposefully,
making 8 o’clock coffee,
with the pour over
in his blindingly hideous
red Bills sweatshirt.
“Now that is a laugh
I love. Wait a minute,
are you poking fun
at me in this one?”
“No….”
“Let’s go back to Lake Lure
this summer.”
exciting
remarkable
the
immaculate
insightful
assessment
interpretations
elevate
criteria
objectively
originality
contemporary
&colourful
within
a
discipline
of
virtuosity
made
manifest
perfectionism
engineered
claims
attention
Life's Rehearsals
Friendly faces, Different time zones
Repeat performances.
A Carousel of entertainment? Different
Emotions encountered by one's life's ups
And downs.
Anger, Discouraged, Joy, Malancholic,
No fear, Objectively, No regrets, take risks.
There are no do overs attentively to live one's
Life.
Live your life to the fullest, It will be some
Loses, wins accept it without any malice.
Portray to be the best of one's ability of Life's Rehearsals.
When you look around at the world
How do you know
If it’s correlation or causation in effect?
You don’t.
The only way to really objectively know
Is to subjectively know
Which means we don’t really know squat
About the larger world outside our bubble.
And this ambiguity
Leaves us open to suggestion and doubt
And manipulation and control
By those with more confidence.
The truth is, no one really knows
The workings of reality,
Whether what we see is correlation or causation,
But that has never stopped reality from working…
(7/21/25)
Incoming... outgoing calls
People are like call center
The hypocrites and the real
In a moment entertaining
Too formal on the onset
Someone is address by name
Someone has sent by God
To help resolve the issue
Everyone is please objectively
No subject taken by emotion
It's an error to give your views
But reason of mutual understanding
Somehow clear the smoke
Profit solution for the business
Say clearly no room for ambiguity
Never leave conversation mark in the heart
At the end, wisdom gain favor on your side.
Perhaps you think I’m sitting here, amazed.
Egregious as the test you set me is,
the truth is, I am utterly unfazed.
Desultory, to me, this kind of quiz.
Of course I like a challenge. Don’t we all?
God’s chosen one? The lawyer. He gets his.
Concupiscence I’ll use (I have the gall):
attendant difficulties, I ignore.
Tough polysyllables? The merest squall
before the sunshine. What I most adore,
objectively, is playing with your mind:
you throw me junk, I somehow make it soar.
So do your worst. I thrive on rotten rind.
Opprobrium I effortlessly flout,
neglect embrace: contumely, leave behind.
The rancour’s like the Russians, put to rout,
or North Koreans, tied up, tamed and tazed.
You’ll try, but you will never catch me out.
Looking for the unfindable
Unfindable. Is she missed, forgotten, invisible, lost, maybe dead?
I tried to find her everywhere. Workplaces, pubs, cemeteries, nights,
days, past lives, present life, next lives, in the light, and the dark
She does not exist, and that’s why I am alone in my so paralyzed cold life
Hard fact, hot desire, passing fire, shooting star my life turns on in the light
There is no love, but everything is more than love because life starts death of love
Never happening the love there, only the realistic love of mind, the intellectual light
I will live in the light, follow and take the shiny and glittering objectively realistic life
Oh, Light, come into my heart and shall be the way with your light in the life in mine
Light
Life
New
Ever
Light
Founded
Love
One unbiased through a lense seen clear
Objectively,subjectively unvarnished in form
No quantum entanglements at all devoid of expectation
Free flowing electrons prism like in possibility
The other a one eighty of the above
2
"If you are irritated by every rub,
how will your mirror be polished?" Rumi's quote
With concern for a very close friend,
I looked him into his eyes and said,
"We must see and hear the truth about
ourselves in the most objective manner".
His reply to me was, "What does that mean?"
Fortunately, there was a mirror in the room.
I invited him to walk to the mirror with me.
As we both looked into the mirror, it was clear
that it was not giving a true reflection of us,
because the mirror needed to be polished. He then
said to me, "I get irritated over the sound of a mirror
being rubbed". I then replied, "If you are irritated by
every rub, how will your mirror be polished?"
I continued. "Looking for a clear view in an unpolished
mirror is tantamount to looking through your rearview
mirror. Similarly, and more importantly, how do we
objectively confront our true beings? And what will
become of us if we never allow others, friend or foe,
to inform us of what we look like through their eyes?"
My friend stood speechless.
Being in ignorance of our true being or Self
If we say ‘good’ is what takes us nearer to the truth
And ‘bad’ is what immerses us deeper in delusion or in trance
Then perhaps we may look at thoughts, words and deeds objectively
An action is preceded by thought and thought originates in the heart
If heart is quiescent then there is no thought and hence no ego
The actions then done are in resonance with will of God
Simply because false ego-identity has disappeared
So, what then is karma but action in ignorance
As long as ego-identification exists, karma plays out
However when we wake up in the dream, the life play ends
The dreamer and dreamed now one, all that is, is time dissolved bliss
Rainbow suave sky soars the aliferous,
swarms as life bores a chance of existence,
so the geckos take without resistance,
for there are those who find them delicious.
They're unorganized, but there are plenty,
great variety hails many choices,
of shades, tints, hues, much to share, tiny moists'
plus small, big, quick, stealth, and there's shadowy.
Intriguingly, there are guides for caring,
them itsy, creeps, bitsy, crawling critters!
Confidence too close for comfort, --jitters!
Neighbors donned smiles, objectively sharing.
Save for a few pets, that's very lucky,
most times people just see them as yucky.
I'm not so real
objectively unreal
truly surreal
objectively speaking
with respect objectivity
...an...
objectification of objectives
objectifies objectivity itself
...that...
philosophically speaking then
an objectification of objectivity is as
...object-able...
in mind as a philosophy of cause hidden deep below
perceptions of conscious effects and so is termed thee
...phenomena-logical...
stans sand
The Object of Objectivity
David J Walker
Objectively trapped within
The lost cause of
Freedom from bias that
comes at the cost
Of uncertain death
ambivalent rebirth
A quality of character rehearsed
A paupers portion
A supplicant petition
The magician hides the truth
Inside revisions
Coerced
The magician hides the ruse
Inside intentions
Emersed
Green was the theme, mainly green and blue
then came you
in your floral dance and open mouths,
red insect-eating lips. snaky tongues
big, bold, and subjectively pretty,
objectively fleshy,
lushly, lustful, lapping at life.
The sun adopted the new
grey turned greyer next to you.
Blooming bouncing behemoth begonias
yet uncultivated, all hungry to suck the soil,
burst breeding seeds, pollinate, infiltrate,
dominate, habituate, inflate.
Then when the small ape-like manikins
(proto us),
began to populate
they picked you.
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