The precursor
Who you are and what you are is your personal dream. It is only when you speak it into the stream of the world that you can claim to be a member of A Living Society.
It's your obligation to do so and the only way that others like yourself (your real family) are gathered together into collective efforts - to make the world new again.
_____
Notes:
We exist as a collective spiritual revolution as every voice - including your personal truths, fearlessly fashioned are added to the symphony of Gaia song.
i can write it all down.
every syllable, i never got to say.
on paper, i’m fluent,
maybe even eloquent.
but in the room,
my tongue turns against me.
my throat locks like a vault.
i’ve rehearsed it all before.
in margins,
in drafts,
in dead message boxes
i watch my voice
rot behind my teeth,
while everyone else
converses.
what good is articulation
if it only echoes
inside my own skull?
what good is writing
if no one reads it?
they say speak your mind,
but never hand me the microphone.
so i pass poems
like folded notes,
hoping maybe
just once
someone will open one.
Thinking Out Loud 2
Miracle Man
1/31/2025
With each tragic incident,
many search for an answer.
So a need to blame someone,
eats at many like a cancer.
Accidents don’t just happen,
they are caused most say.
So when lives are lost,
make someone monetarily pay.
Many think of getting even,
holding someone to account.
Others will start calling,
quoting to the bereaved an amount.
The end result won’t change,
or give a loved one new breath.
What it means is you’ll profit,
from that loved one’s death.
prefrontal cortex
"thinking brain" - the unconscious
can become conscious
Let’s laugh out loud while we do play
Lively with ha-ha-ha to say…
Looking healthy all through the way
Living well, we’re thankful each day
Loved by the Lord to Whom we pray.
Let’s listen to our Mom and Dad
Learning as happy lass and lad
Lessons lift us with joy* they add
Like light that’s bright, so we’re not sad...
Laughing ho-ho-ho, always glad.
*Zephaniah 3:17 The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty;
He will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; He will rest in his love,
he will joy over thee with singing.
October 22, 2024
3rd place, "Alliteration Nursery Rhyme" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 11/6/2024
engrave
in these
thick
cotton white clouds
are
the
heroes
that
sing out loud
throughout
this world
Thinking Out Loud 2
Miracle Man
4/12/2024
Each year is a chapter that remains
to be written.
Time is fleeting and by past events
we’re oft smitten.
Years will make up the book that
chronicles our life.
Each chapter passes faster as we
contemplate afterlife.
We can’t erase chapters even though
some may stink.
Purge hurtful thoughts for we become
as we think.
At the night when the shadows fall
It’s you I remember in my all
Nothing then seems so long ago
As we dance again in our lover’s concerto
Just thinking out loud and sliding away
I wake and you are in and around me
Is this how love was meant to find me
Pray these moments won’t leave me now
Not knowing the when why what where or how
Just thinking out loud and sliding away.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Both as Crass and as Callas
As it is to admit openly out loud
I find myself recently trying to reconcile
Why it is I sorely miss much more
Not those amongst us currently here
living I beside
But those who have both sadly moved
and been passed on
I wonder if it is because the dead do
not so much annoy anymore
As apposed to those long already
dead residing besides once happy
joyous memories in ones head
We can talk to them about later on at
night before we go to bed
Because they wouldn't let us get a
word in edge way's or shut up and
stop endlessly going on about
themselves
And I am going on holiday with
said set of individual's tomorrow
As unfortunately they who I am
referring to are my nearest and
dearest family
Whom unlike friends I never got to choose
Truth be told
There are certain things many can’t unfold
A cold reflection lives in stealth
But when carried too long can affect your health
Many have a chapter they don’t read out loud
This is something that can’t be given to the crowd
Some die with a secret and others live with it!
No matter the case
It is time to embrace the fact that
Many have a chapter they don’t read out loud!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Living out loud, is being awesomely fearless,
Of judgements made by the internet crowd!
“Be you”, is a constant, pounding refrain!
And then, when you are, they think you are vain?
What a conundrum, for quite a few.
Kneeling to others’ social points of view.
A windowless prison on this lovely earth.
To sacrifice unique you…to please a few!
8/9/2022
~1~
One year on
will I be gone
For no one really knows
when those final doors will close
Before goodbyes, adios, au revoirs
I yearn to go out with a bang
if I can
to swim with dolphins
to sing and to dance
to play in an orchestra
a piano perchance
For the last few years
I’ve cried so many tears
and the future is looking no better
So to cheer myself up
I write my future self
an uplifting, inspirational letter
Dearest Me
I send this plea
to hear my heart sing
a jolly 'ting a ling'
With no more tears
With no more fears
As I happily spend my final years
In a world inside my head
singing and dancing instead
Beneath blue skies ~ no sign of cloud
I am joyously living life out loud
Onwards and upwards no stopping me now
as I
climb the tallest mountain
board
a spaceship to the moon
and
with gossamer wings
I will fly like a bird
as I sing aloud
the sweetest song
that you have ever heard
So no time left for letter writing
My life ahead looks so exciting…
Written 19th September 2021
Contest Letter to your future self
Sponsor Silent One
3rd Place
Contest A STRAND (1049)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
I shouted out within my head,
Angry at the words and comments meant-
To do a task and get it done
I shall not do it! I want to run…
Alas, the adult me just standing there,
Not speaking up just raising my hair.
This hopeless grown-up with sparkless flares,
Who lost her wit, her game, her snare.
My inner me, that inner child,
‘You, the one that screamed and shouted loud!’
Whatever happened to that splendent child,
Independent speech yet strong and wild?
Little squirt who did not care,
For any hurt or demanding dare.
But stood her ground and made a sound,
When nothing suited her realm, her ground.
I need you now to show your face,
Not sweet and cute and ice-cream laced.
But confident in thoughtless words,
To state-
That’s no! I shall be heard!
01 September 2021
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Paralegically tripped you up
Did you brush your teeth
Your look weird your eyes are far too close to your mouth
now im 70 i dont think i love you
but i should have realised when i was 23
knows how we got together its a mystery
touch of your hand makes me jittery
One day i will fall
hoping ever day love
Demented every day tell you who I am
So lonely now
Shake my head heart still beating
Can't think you are so loud
Could have found love but well here we are
You baldy Gonk and your stupid face
Nocrowds here give me back my name
You stunk on the piano the same way as your mum
How could i love you the same
'Lost money your house sold never old you've always been
God your smile's goes on forever sickening mind hopefully a memory
I'm thinking about normal love not your easy lays
Once had a murder plan
Couldn't find knives but the steaks
Rolling knife in hand
be out by now
So lonely now
Take your loathing arms from me
Glasgow kissed me seen a thousand stars
Shake my head heart still beating
Can't think you are so loud
Dare i can't hear a beating heart
You were so loud
Could have found love but well here we are
love can finally start
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