A Reflection
My soul is one, my body is one.
I soaked my soul in drink.
And like my stone, cold heart
my dark, dark soul did sink.
My soul is one, my body is one.
They do not always blend
broken mirror, broken glass,
Twins clash in opposition.
My soul is one, my body is one,
like the sign of the yin and the yang.
Red wolves waiting in ambush,
Watching, snarling, . . . circling, glaring.
Walking barefoot on crackled glass.
One is my soul; one is my body.
In the silence of my mind,
the soft voice whispers “this too shall pass.”
In time, my soul should feel.
And in the place of my poor, tired heart,
a stained-glass window heals.
Some say crucify him
Many said enslave him
Others said neglect him
Few said let's hear from him
They never wanna listen to his messages.
Some say let's rectify him
Many said let's edify him
Others said let's glorify him
Few said no let's nail him
Now some can relate
But they don't want his rule.
He's always prepare
Ready to fight for his right
Defending his personality
He's so fearless and furious
Fiercely facing any opposition.
Lorenzo Pietro Berra
was every opposition’s terror
to watch him on film
is like deja vous all over again
The kings of backgammon, descendants of
Bulgarian kings and Austro-Hungarian princes
Russian counts and countesses, Czech barons
Your ancestors have seen better days.
They accepted their fate as the natural state of affairs
And when it turned out to be just a fickle fortune
They had the nurture and tact not to show their shock,
Though usually such a ruthless discovery crushes many.
Now, as you spend your days playing backgammon in smoky cafes
You rarely remember the fragments of days gone by.
You've learnt to rejoice in trifling victories, and not to be disheartened by losses.
The descendants of exiled kings and ruined nobles
They organise championships of sad joy
The winner owes a round of beer for everyone.
The new Russian opposition makes the right acquaintances
Just like the old one did a hundred years ago
And in their later years, they all convert to Catholicism
Since Orthodox churches don't have pews
At least with Catholics you can doze off unnoticed
With a sniff of incense through the candle light.
If he who does not know kept silent, discord would cease.
~ Socrates
Squabbling with words; spats in opposition
can bring about discord and suspicion
Christians should be able to live in harmony
or their accord and union will atrophy
What kind of world must humans think to mold
in bringing warmth and not a chilling cold
fashioning traits with kind words of diction
not spawning hurtful thoughts, causing friction
Antagonism unfolds to reveal hostility
ruining mutual trust and tranquility
With staunch optimism, I faithfully pray
that no chasm of rancor will whorl my way
For as long as the risen sun casts mornings in glory
we will not bind our souls with fear and worry
Each night a profusion of stars shines from above
I pray one day we will all share brotherly love
*My head is not buried in the sand, and I don't wear rose-colored
glasses, but I'd rather have positive thoughts than negative ones
about our tomorrows.
Flirting with oppositional screams
As I grip the reins of a strangled soul
Is not as simple to me as life or death
Moments that are only memories flickering
Like a candle that is burning out
eventually the wick will be spent
The last lick of the flame is what will
Recapture the spirit within these windows
Shining through the cracks
Of this numb body shines a sober
Happiness with a glass shattering
World's away difference
Resiliency riding by my side
Is strength that I own with pride
Flying overhead towards the answers
As if I were jumping onto a moving train
My heart thumps nervously accepting
The truth will not always be what I want
Making up my mind and sticking to it
Is the one peak I climb to reach with gusto
Your body has two opposition parties
Front liberals, back conservatives
Never eat from one plate
Never say hello to the other
When one faces east
The other faces west
When one faces north
The other faces south
When one looks at rising Sun
The other waits for setting Sun
When one sleeps on ground
The other looks at the sky
But try to ask them, “Why do this in my body?”
It is only the front that answers you
Speaking through ignorant interpreter
The mouth, says “leave us alone”
Some people feel rich,
wearing shabby clothes,
yet clean...
Some people feel rarely poor
owning full elegant wardrobe
and having millions in the vault...!
The need of each one is measured,
for the greed that one has
and the other one doesn't...
By the degree of happiness,
of peace that one carries well
and the other one doesn't...
happiness and peace are
balances that can only be obtained,
in the right balance of spiritual needs ...
In the harmonious partnership
with life and the
our similar...!
Can height descend to the abyss
the means find their finally
the tremor is shaken in earthquakes
the distance is not a limit?
Can eld be fresh again
the brook could finally be a sea
the imperial become a people
hate and love united embrace?
Can the final be back to start
can death without life, live...
the terminus of the war be restarted
If all having the same address
well and ill can well live together
graceful and without thinking of price ...?
Fear is the opposite of love
Odium. Rejection.
Love is
Acceptance
Openness
Appreciation
For what Is.
Hard over soft,
Dark over light,
Heartless to heart full-
But emptiness, you choose
A choice!
And you retreat
Alone
For fear is the opposite of love
unwavering.
Everlasting.
Abundant.
And so you choose
A choice
For you know not
That true love is freedom.
While volcanoes rehearse to show their teeth
lovers shouting from the well of the house
wave broken condoms rather than broken trust
conflate dissent on self-erasing slates
and prove worse than the old oxen
long following circuitous ways
billowing opposition, discalced defenders
they all assert superior dishonesty
sell cheap what is most dear or make
offences of new affections
I carry the tomb of unburied days
--R K Singh
We are ecological science
and con-science
and unconsciousness.
We are story
and egological storyteller
and unknown
unheard
unseen.
Earth's humane act
and actor
and theologically transcendent stasis.
The dance
and dancer
and deaf
and frozen
The song
and singer
and silent
muted
anticipation
and anxiety.
The play
and player
and absent
uninvited
worker.
The thought
and thinker
and feeler
and numb.
The garden
and gardener
and consumer
and starving.
The Earth
and EarthTribe
and Ego
and Interdependent
DNA and RNA place-timed relatives,
matriarchal regenerators
regenerations
degenerations
ungenerated energy
entropy
untropy
anti-morphic
metamorphic
metaphor.
We are leftbrain either/or polynomial
rightbrain polyphonic
ecopolitically polypathic
positive trust energy democracies
health/wealth
ego/ecosystems
bilateral
bicameral
binomial nonzero-sum balancing
The science story,
and consciousness storytellers
and yet unconscious
unfelt
unknown,
The patriarchal history
of and for eco-matriarchal mystery.
CONVEYING A MESSAGE
THEY FOUND IT EASIER TO COME TO AN UNDERSTANDING
EXCEPT THEY KNEW
THAT EACH WORD SPOKEN
MEANT THE END OF THOSE YESTERDAYS THAT HAD
THEM TOGETHER
THOSE FRIENDS THEY MADE WERE NOW
PEOPLE THEY USE TO KNOW
IN A TIME THAT THEY HAD SHARED
PROSPECTING AREAS TO GAIN NEW RESPECT
WOULD ENTANGLE THEM
THEY SOUGHT BEST AND
FOUND THE
PRETENTIOUS, ARROGANT SIDE OF PEOPLE
THAT VAIN ASPECT OF NOT WANTING TO BE WRONG
AND MAKING RIGHT WHICH HAD BEEN SEEN AS WRONG
AVOIDING THEIR OPPONENTS STRENGTHS
TO EXPLOIT THEIR OPPONENTS WEAKNESS
EACH PROOF OF CONCEPT
WERE IMAGES OF AN ARTIST
THAT SAW SOMETHING
PEOPLE TO PEOPLE
PERSON TO PERSON
CONCEPT TO CONCEPT
THE INTERACTIONS OF EVERY LEVEL
FURTHERED FROM THE INTRODUCTION
WORDS FILLED IN THOSE GAPS
WERE SOUND HAD BEEN
THESE WORDS FORGED INTO PLACE BY THE
ARTISANS NEED TO JIVE
AND MERGE THESE PIECES TOGETHER
SPEAK ME TO THOSE YOU WISH
TO KNOW THAT I AM YOUR LOVER
SPEAK ME AS NOW AND FOREVER
MORE
THOSE WHO OPPOSE OUR
TOGETHERNESS MIGHT
THAN SHALL BE STRANGE
AMONG THEIR OWN
AS THEY SPEAK OF US
AND THOSE WHO SHALL HEAR
THEM SHALL SPONOLI COLI
THEM
SO THAT A WORLD CAN SPEAK
OF THEM AS STRANGE
THEN WE SHALL BE TOGETHER
WE SHALL BE IN LOVE
Body has two opposition parties
Front liberals, the back conservatives
Never eat from one plate
never say hello to the other
When one faces east
the other faces west
When one faces north
the other faces south
And when one look at setting sun
the other waits for rising sun
But I ask them, why do this in my body?
it is only the front that answers me
Speaking through a speaker in parliament
The innocent mouth, says;
“leave us alone”
And so it happen in land of darkness
everywhere in Africa
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