Overlap Poems

notice of breach in print statements or?

deportation statements during time
observe pulitzer worthy escape by decree ego


overlap
deportation of "homeless immigrants"
census fraud
is not a measure of goverment in california
re segregated aggregated data is not a constitutional law 
being held

deportation hmis

creation of absence ballots in population control ownership agenda's

Time Is Equalizer Of All

Everything waits for its time
The sun also does not rise before its time 
Just wait what is yours
Will surely come to you.

The waves of the sea rush to shore
Comes one wave at a time 
It does not overlap its course
Rather waits to hurl its tempest.

Sometimes, the hardest life makes us wander
We elbow things for our immediate necessity
Be at peace, leave that to the pigs
Let us use time for our good advantage wisely.

Time is the equalizer of all things
The world is under the mercy of its ticking
Everything has end, before that is all excitement
The mystery of it all is the ending of life.

Prophet Priest And King

Normally, the three offices of prophet, priest, and king were distinct from each other, with no overlap. That is, a king was not a priest or a prophet. A priest did not function as a prophet or a king. And a prophet simply did a prophet’s job without trying to be a either king or a priest. But Jesus Christ perfectly fills all three roles simultaneously: He is the Prophet, Priest, and King, to the great blessing of the world.

Party

Alone in a crowded room
Encased in a bubble
They move around me
Like water, past a stone. 

An overlap of traits
Each pleasant in isolation
Compounded and compressed
Into dark stillness

Practiced movements 
A very convincing smile
An anecdote of sport 
Try not to drink too much

The merry ritual
For everyone but me

The Space Between Stars Is Not Empty

Times and lives may overlap
And circumstance pulls apart.
But the space between stars is not empty 
Nor the distance between our hearts.

A capsule of memories fizzes
And, like medicine, soothes the pain.
The space that lies between our souls is filled
Until we meet again.

Invisible forces are at work -
Like magnetism and rays.
The space between stars is not empty
Nor are the lonely days.

The time will come when we will hug.
We will again see eye to eye.
The tears of happiness will overflow
When those we cherish will never die.

Simple Moments

I realize it's the simple moments alone all I got,
If I can't soak your pure joy then nothing will be enough.
I shall feel them and remember before it's lost.
You are my nostalgia, sitting under the moon in silence,
None taken for granted, not any bit.
Contemplating poetic words of the unforgotten
Reliving feeling that have fallen.
And No, no, no I have not lost it,
Your meaning to words stay intact.
And these feelings resurface after staring at each word that pass.
Your thoughts I have thought and will continue to last,
Our stories, these shifting feelings, our mind... Us humans...we overlap.
Heavy heart, yet it goes during these simple moments alone that I cast, you are all I truly have....

EXPERIMENTALISTA degas miro

EXPERIMENTALISTA 
curiosity
  in opaque
&transparent
invention
of
  dispersed light
dense
  distingished
shaded


   rubbed
surface
drift
 in
 a blended
      texture
overlap
in
  lacy
    patterns
vulnerable
to
light
  reflection
in
  complementary
                hues
strident
&
fused
    in fragility

Shadow Lovers

Could it be love when shadows overlap
Their beings blending, doubling to dark
Embracing tiled or terra cotta floor
Sliding silently as silhouettes of shame
Clinging to the still forbidden touch
Relishing the fevered heat of light
Cast upon this desperate aching need
To meld - a two so lonely - into one

Pictured a Freed Verse

PICTURED
apparently
in sombre
retreat
 the
literary
affirming
&
celebrates
the
  portraiture
with
some overlap
 to compare
perhaps
 contrast
&
reflect
the
sensibility
 of
 space
 with the
representative
&
extraordinary
captured
with
intimate detail
of
the
 slight &
spectacular
 character
 in retrospect

a
 cherished
collaboration
is with
the extraordinary
in
 a unique moment
of a
 moving experiences
of
transformation
meets the gaze
of memory
 of vulnerability
using traditional
cultural
 face to face
in
conversation

How To Mellow

Catch tugs towards their berth
  Little yacht traipses triangular trail
  Cottage clasping slope admires bay
  Fisherman’s wife swells, eon enamour
   

   For his boomerang voyage, she brings
   Tomato rocket fishpaste pita bread
   Thermos of jasmine tea, to picnic
   Basket bemuses bee buzz blooms

   
    Manna powder release from each 
    Pink proclamation jesters jostle
    Solargold galaxies galavant, plentiful 
    Dianthus dilate, lemon balm overlap


   Pale gravel path merges blonde sand
   Their footsteps converge, bone beige 
   Neck nuzzle murmurs leather bound 
   Sunstrike bounces blind broadwater


   Diminished senses replenish focus
   Duty for union, find food free of market
   Encapsulated in cove of commitment 
   Genmaicha gratitude values volume

Calmness of the Mind and Soul

Where can we find the calmness of our minds and souls
Our minds are always running wild
Images of dreams overlap and overlap
Until they are messy and entangled
Dream may or may not come true 
If it comes true, it'll become a reality
It yields satisfaction
Followed by the calmness of the mind and soul
If it doesn't  come true, it'll become an illusion
It yields disappointment 
Followed by the restlessness of the mind and soul
Unknown and uncertainity
Fate and destiny, fear and worry
Greed and dissatisfaction
Guilt and  inferiority
All will erode the calmness of our minds and souls
Maybe we will find calmness in love and confidence
True and justice
And of course not excluding a religion 
As a chance to achieve
The calmness of our minds and souls
We can adopt a religion 
And pray to the almighty god
Who is always a good listener  
And a good comforter

Too Bright To Shine

Overlap of melancholy breezes,lips mumble
In maze of complex routes, body bumble

Dark souls shaking head in wonderment
 behind hedge
Frivously pushing themselves over
 the edge

Joy instants sprouted from tiny buds
Pure shrouds dirtied in drizzling muds

Outpouring emotions from wearily wrecked 
root
Full moon bride shied at owls 
hoot

Of all the metaphors that assisted a 
 rhyme
Some scream about a star, too bright to
  shine

eulogised as magnimonious warrior
 flawless
First sun ray at dawn after night
undress

Evocative syllables for the enticing
 sagacity
Trove of rare gem stones and his remark of
 audicity

A Different Season

days of fasting overlap
prayers offered to fill a gap
in lives surrounded by a wrap
of tradition and modern seditions

today, Lent and Ramadan bring
times of reflection and for some, to sing
folks set aside the mundane, for a better thing
to live special days, mingled with cherished conditions

like ships passing in the night
sojourners waiting for the morning light
take time to reflect on another’s might
seeking the Divine with community renditions

Living the Dream

There are many pictures in my mind,
    From both memory and fantasy.
        Where they seldom overlap,
            Avoiding any redundancy.

Causing me at times to wonder,
    Where my thoughts and feelings end.
        As understanding what moves me,
            Seems important if not pretend.

                                             At times this search is beyond reason,
                                                 As if I'm looking for an iconic ideal.
                                                     So that this paved road turns to a dirt path
                                                         Quickly, leading to nowhere all too real.

                                             Since imagination plays a key role here,
                                                 With relative value that one can insure.
                                                     The need to believe must have some
                                                     Parallel, to reality where truth can't detour.

Different Tastes

We all have very different tastes
In books and art and food,
In where we live and what we do
To lift a sagging mood.

The way we dress, our travel plans
And when we sleep and wake,
Our politics, religion
And the purchases we make.

What’s right for me most likely
Wouldn’t work as well for you,
So each of us must choose our path
And do what we must do.

A million options wait in life
But most we will reject,
Though somehow some might overlap
And we will then connect.

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