Abolished Private Life
“Where? Where is it?” Asked my Satan. Master Satan.
Hmm. It is a good question. I haven’t. It. A private life.
One's own life. I can’t close the door of my life. Broken.
“Broken.” Yes. “Broken?” Yes. “Why?” They broke in.
“Into. But who?” Psychologists. “English?” You know
The answer. You know. Yes. “You don’t need them?”
Never. Why? This is an ultra nazi psychology. No nature.
“Why?” No nature. Means. Not natural. “Not natural?” Yes.
“Then what?” No face. “No face?” They have a mask.
“They have a mask. What kind of?” Lamb. Inside evilish.
“Hmm.” Yes. This is the reality—workers of a power.
“What power?” It wants to bring the world under its rule.
“What do you mean exactly?” It wants to overwrite everything.
All the political, social, religious, and economic systems.
A universal psychology, which is complex to drive everything.
And this is a mind control system too. So dangerous. Harm.
Self-driving system later. Automatic.
And you have no life anymore. Own.
Yes, my dear Master Satan.
I lost my life. “No. You have.
Own. One's own. I keep it.”
“Enjoy.”
Thank you.
“Nice.”
Nature is the Leader
Nature is the home. The Home. The life giver. Air, water, everything
The laws of nature preserve and increase life. The Life. For livings
For plants, animals, and humans. Nature can live without us.
Nature can live without humans. Man can’t live without nature
So, why do we want to organize and drive the life of nature?
Nature without us is whole and perfect. Living. Exuberant
There is no life without respect for ancient laws
The human-made laws can’t overwrite nature’s
Adam and Eve are our parents
Not the psychology
I don’t want psychology
In my life
And not
In my death
Psychology doesn’t respect the ancient laws
Psychology is not a stable science
Ancient laws of nature are eternally constant
Created by God.
These are God-given guiding principles
If we want to live forever
Then we must look with humility at the Laws of God
There is only one. Only One. Only one God. Only one Law.
The God.
This is the key to the future
Respect God, respect Nature
With a physically and mentally damaged world
No life
No future
No life in the universe
Without God’s Laws
Without
God
Mind racing with horrid thoughts of this so-called end time
not knowing what to believe from all the hearsay floating
The chatter has gotten louder no matter the source, true
or false has always been the questions with no answer
sounding safe to trust.
People driving around looking for households items they
assume will run out of stock. Fearing not having enough
survivor products to keep a sense of safety in case of a
major catastrophic event. Fear has always been the worst
enemy of any time in history.
A planted seed of something disastrous used to get unconscious
minds of the fearful to conjure that illusion as a manifestation.
Quiet way to use most unknowingly in a worldwide ritual. This
has/need to stop, people wake up. Change fear and grief to
power of love. Yes, it can be difficult, learn to overwrite fear.
A conscious mind in coherence with a healed heart is the manna,
the kingdom, and the heavens within. The balance of the emotions
are the acceptance of a emulsion(duality) of light and dark which
give comprehension to the flow (polarity) of positive and negative;
yes, ups and downs are normal.
#4: Time Always Minute
Time, inspired, now expired, on-site, sit tight.
all that stands subject to change constantly,
from one crossroads to milestone, overwrite,
the turning point, grains of sand, presently,
exchanging circumstances pertinent,
time-space continuum, situations,
time-slot columns, sectional, alignment,
segments prepare a course of durations,
stages invent themselves accordingly,
time and again they reinvent the wholes,
tis uncompromising strengths ... primary,
repeat performance, seconds intervals,
full showcase entertains a split instant,
shifting affects all their pulled souls; constant.
the sounds of the night desert me
my mind seized by ill-fates once more
as ripples dispatched by the ferry
lick down this plutonian shore
dark deeds in my lifetime like flotsam
sailing passed in the after-light gloom
arrested in moments so shattered
and birthed from my cutting room womb
memories I locked in dark corners
the ones that break silence at night
festering fears held for too many years
malignance I can’t overwrite
but the ferryman points one gnarled finger
at me, then the scenes floating by
his empty black eyes hold mine for a while
then he turns with a near soundless sigh
he claimed no coin for their passage
each fare paid in full long before
remnants returning to whom they came from
and I draw in night’s sweet air once more
When you give up
Look up to the stars
They will keep you company
You may not see them every night
But they will soon reunite
And they will never abandon you whenever you see moonlight
It may even give you something to draw or write
To finish out the uncertain night
Maybe to even help you dream, when your having sleepless fights
With all that said despite
You reached a bump in your story but don’t overwrite
Look with your sight
And remember you are not alone
And you shine like a star
And your strength remains ever so bright
While novel revelations come and go,
discoveries that shed uncharted light,
the more we know the more there is to know.
We seek to see into the heavens’ show
with telescopes that stretch our earthly sight
while novel revelations come and go
plus suppositions pertinent although
while seeming sapience to overwrite
the more we know the more there is to know.
Discoveries bring queries apropos,
some theories rejected reignite,
while novel revelations come and go.
Sagacity in science may outgrow
existing thought amongst the erudite.
The more we know the more there is to know.
How can we humans fathom cosmic flow?
Infinity evades our senses’ flight.
While novel revelations come and go,
the more we know the more there is to know.
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a villanelle…
A source of inspiration was the following…
The inner region of the Orion Nebula as seen by the James Webb Space Telescope’s NIRCam instrument…
Time speeds up as it slips away:
years seem like months and weeks, a day.
And though the stars still shine at night
in this world of hyperbole
and alternate reality:
it's hard to tell what's wrong and right.
I lost my innocence of youth:
when lies superseded the truth.
For, as a child, to calm my fright,
I'm told of God and Santa Claus;
but both stories are full of flaws:
and broken wings can't achieve flight.
Time speeds up as it slips away:
there is never enough for play.
My eyes have dimmed in my twilight:
and I begrudgingly agree
that I now need glasses to see:
if I wish to retain my sight.
I've learned that you don't need a sleuth
to figure out truth from untruth:
and yet, I view life through hindsight
reliving Yesterday's applause.
I often wish I could press pause;
delete mistakes, and overwrite.
And though few will read what I say,
I'll still post poems that I write;
in hopes that they'll be read someday.
"The body, like the oak, is bent and gnarled,
The shallow-rooted mind is overthrown,
When we are near the evening of the world."
---From, 'Runes for an Old Believer", by Rolfe Humphries
Facebook post: "Respect your elders!"
My mind may not be now
as nimble as once it was,
and although I might see all
with jaundiced sight, not fresh,
not new, my mood is mostly
cool and quite calm.
--- Until, that is,
some brash provocateur
begins to essay an attack,
thinking to erase the marks
my words have made and to
overwrite them with his own.
I care not very much that he
with logic may displace my niche,
nor cleverly might mock me.
But to disparage Age in dotage,
with vile invectives, is doltish,
brutish and dumbfounding.
My sweetest comfort is
to have no doubt that he
(nor others of his ilk) will
never see how ineffectual
must be this mild complaint.
All those before me
I only care if you loved them more
All those coming after me
I only care if you'll love them more
Easily, like water washing upshore
What if they could erase my name from your memory?
And with them you could write a better love story
Then you and I ever had?
Will I even be part of your history?
After all is done and not much is said
Silently parting ways, will goodbye overwrite how we met?
Just this can feed my jealousy
The thought of anyone able of making you forget
That there was no one I loved more than you
Before and after there has only been you
I fear the day anyone can make you feel else than I do
I groped and stumbled through the years and woke up early morning groggy, hurting.? I peeked out the window and saw the sky bright, sun smiling.? I brightened and borrowed a smile and, for once, lit up my face.? My eyes winked like a star in a dark sky; kept smiling through the day.? It tasted nice, radiating light and love.? You can't rewrite the past, nor erase the furrows on the once smooth face.? Overwrite it with the future that has a hope, and meet your desire.? You'll soon retire and count among the past.? I understand that God created us in His image and likeness.? So, borrow from Him.? He doesn't recall our past nor rewrite it; but overwrites it with love--blessing and a future.? So will I!? So do I!? Life's frilled with frown, day and night trail the sun in his course. The sun ever shines, though clouds may dip with a frown!? Ever smilee, though thunder may roll and grumble! Eyes on golden rays at dusk, though storm may howl and splash the sky with dust!? Two constants rule life on earth: light and love.? God's both...? and you, too!
Celestine S.? Ikwuamaesi
(21/01/2018)
I get angry.
When people tell me how to feel.
I feel helpless,
When people don’t understand,
I feel worthless.
When people doubt my feelings.
I feel sad.
I just can’t pretend,
That I can’t defend.
People make me feel like
I can’t express,
so I feel hopeless,
Hopeless.
People think I am indecisive,
So I feel negative.
When people don’t want to listen,
I feel the need to not talk.
I feel I can’t fight it
I just overwrite it.
Releasing this stress
It's taking over me
It's taken over me
Gotta get this off my chest
It's weakening me
It's weakened me
Depression overrides
I overwrite
Thinking too much
Thinking too much
Thinking way too much
Gotta get out my head
Words will express
Release and relieve me
From this stress
But it's taking over me
It's taken over me
Oh the things how we used to do
How we were, so happy, full of feelings
Just me and you
Everything then just made so much sense
Presence gone
Will we ever feel it this intense?
So sure I had it figured out
Lust or love, so naïve
Never gave us a doubt
Put my trust in all we had
In and out testing this relationship
It was just a fad
But now you’re gone
We’ve been defeated
Feelings for you, it doesn’t just belong
Time will fly without you next with me
Gonna move on
Have the whole world to see
I tell myself be strong, move along
Let the memories pass
We’ll overwrite with new ones, we carry on
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