For the contrived inducement
of the fixated being,
an aligned identity personified,
changes in self-devised palette
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon,
slyly cocooned,
paints surreptitiously
shape-shifted deception portrait.
In ostensible enactment
of life’s incredible drama,
performance perfected in one-act play
with obsessed passion parodied,
gilds the corollary crafted by alchemy,
an axiomatic designed drive
induces the wily shift
from one actor to another.
Out of the limelight,
the covert colors fade
on virtually made-up visage,
the pallid original face
morphs mystically into
veracity mirror of actuality,
reflects the real identity depiction,
painted in primal persona hues
of distinctive disposition,
epitomized once.
The spasm of pragmatic perception
splits the mirror,
shards of shattered pretence
willfully abandoned as discarded debris.
Transformation creates the eluding entity,
an alien in its own reinvented realm,
completes the illusory pattern,
designed by the paradigm of contrast.
Interpreting
The
World
By
Race
I am gonna moult
Says Paradigm
What is right rhyme
To paradigm
The prime
The crime
The dime
The time
The paradigm
I am moulting logic anytime
Says paradigm
Beware and prepare
Loosing the specifics
And if being fair
These aren't the real friends of yours
As time on platforms you do spare
Posterity
Descendant generation
This my Intelligence the Station
Is written for inquiring minds
But not adaptive
Contrary to nature
These are not the peeling
There are rinds
There is something really wrong
In human mechanisms
Of the submitting to the given
Thus those who responsible for this
In fact, in truth, can never be forgiven
Thus, fix the tolerance of yours
As real Judgment
Leaves no the reminder
To remorse
Intractiblity verses inertia.' Creates not..inspires nothing
Advances no theories.' ( death only will ensue.!)
from the edge of the creative cosmos
her star lands on her lap with billion candles
their tantalizing twinkle ripple
in the rhythmic rapture of the dance of angels
in sync with the symphony of her heart
she protects from the worldly winds
the shining stellar sequins
elegantly embellishing the ethereal robe
called the motherly love she wears
in place of the feathered wings of angels
in the emotive detachment encapsulated
within the cauldron of isolated melody
self-doubting symphony gets dismantled
in the discord waves of her shifting identity
strained senses perceive the split scenario of life
as sentiments turn into convoluted feelings
sculpted silently by the divided soul
conversion creates the deluding entity
an alien in its own renovated realm
completing the illusive paradigm of duality
A New Paradigm
Miracle Man
1/10/2025
The world is full of revenge and hate today,
God has said “vengeance is mine, I will repay.”
His payment will always come in His due time,
patience to wait becomes our new paradigm.
For the inducement of the compulsive being
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness,
the personified indebted identity
changes appearance in self-designed colour melange,
while the conjured chameleon furtively cocooned,
paints the shifting facade of deception,
as the languid life chases the transient mirage.
Out of the limelight, the clandestine colors
on the visage of made-up memory fade away,
the pallid psyche morphs mystically into
the veracity mirror of fragile actuality,
reflecting the filtered rendering of primal hues' motif
of unaltered distinctive disposition it embodied once.
The lattice of contrived perception
designs the improvised fabric of truth.
The metamorphic mind creates the deluding elements,
resonating the echo of resounding insight,
filtered by its own transformed innate screen,
completes the paradigm shift of illusive reality.
I play the burlgar of the gates
Of the constant paradigm
Which states that never is too late
To clarify the hidden scheme
What makes the power powerful
What makes submission obligated
Could be an energy of fool,
Collective fool that is dictated
To do the right, as it was taught
But what seemed proper, fades with time
Appears another face of God
Unjustice gets a justify
The devil’s advocates have won
Concealed arrangement, sealed and signed
Was a conclusion, long foregone
And what seemed fair, turns out a lie
But as I crack the secret code
And enter in, I see the same
Dimmed room, as if it was foretold
To be repeated in the game.
From dusk till dawn
Hunting, fishing
Exploring, loving the land.
Skills can be taught
Bravery cannot
It's an emotional quotient.
Parents encourage
Children playing outside
A way of knowing life with nature.
Patience, sense of balance
Tightening the time
Skills living in nature.
You are nature itself
Producing, protecting
Inspiring and loving to it.
In the medical field where hierarchies reign,
Students’ growth can be stifled by the chain.
Boss’s word, as stone inscribed,
Leaves one baffled, thoughts denied.
Without an iota of doubt,
The question that sprouts:
Is there room for a healthy atmosphere,
Or will it be lost, dissolved in the sphere?
"Learning should be joy," let that be the theme,
"Please me" policies are but a meme.
Let curiosity flourish and bloom,
And wisdom dispel the shadows of gloom.
Until the satire makes you happy,
Until the exhaustion seems glossy,
You need to prove it somehow,
That you are not unknown anymore now!
Until the feelings hit hard on your chest,
Until a stranger can hold your waist,
Until an unknown can call you by your surname,
Until you play something that does not look like a game;
Until you are jealous of some stranger,
Until you know that you are a pretender,
Until you kill someone with their attitude,
You and I are friends with undeniable aptitude;
Both you and I are dazzling and chilling like spring,
With eyes that gleam and minds that softly sing.
Those sweetest words gazing upon the skyline,
A promise made in silence - "Your heart is forever mine."
Both of us are now waiting to meet in the sublime,
Our fate is a mysterious, yet forsaken paradigm.
You smile more and be happy when I am around,
Draw your kiss on my forehead until we are unbound.
From primal needs to lofty dreams, we soar,
Seeking security, love, and more.
Thriving, expanding, we yearn
For legacy's eternal burn.
But in our endless chase,
Earth bears the cost.
Now we must
Desire
Love.
Love for our planet, the highest call,
Responsible living for us all.
Shedding harmful wants, we find
A new path for humankind.
In balance with Earth,
We redefine
Our true
De-
sire.
For the contrived inducement of fixated being,
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness,
the personified indented identity,
changes in the self-devised palette
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon slyly cocooned,
paints the shifting façade of deception.
In the ostensible enactment of life’s incredible drama,
the performance perfected in one-act play
with the obsession of passion professed,
gilding the consequence crafted by alchemy,
the surreptitious shift from one actor to another,
is an axiomatic drive of the dormant design.
Out of the limelight, the clandestine colors fade
on the tangible visage of virtual makeup,
the pallid original face morphs mystically into
the veracity mirror of fragile actuality,
reflecting the real rendering of identity,
rinsed with the primal hues of persona
of the distinctive disposition embodied once.
The spasm of schematic perception splits the mirror,
the shapeless shards of shattered pretence
scatter as discarded debris willfully abandoned.
Transformation creates the deluding entity,
an alien in its own renovated realm,
completes the illusive paradigm of contrast.
New paradigm
By Michelle Morris
08/04/2023
God and His Angels bless me
Each and every day
They support and guide me
They protect me from danger
They know I am a Lightworker
They inspire me with messages
I am here to make a difference
I am here to bless the world
Heaven knows I am a giver
I always put everyone ahead of me
I am kind and considerate
I do my best to reduce pain and fear
They've taught me many lessons
Some more challenging than others
They're telling me that it's time
To step out from the shadows
I'm so used to hiding
Flying under the radar
My turn to be in the spotlight
My time to shine like a star
God and His Angels bless me
They've helped me on my path
Being an empathic warrior
An Earth angel sent by God
To expand love and light
To create a whole new paradigm
A world where we can live as one
A humanity that's good and kind
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Warm holes
anticipating slick poles
Wet holes
embracing warm poles
Bipolar linear dark division
flowing downriver nurture valleys
Dipolar round visions
forming mountainous spiral hierarchies
naturally uprising
Ecofeminist journeys inward
and down-valleyed
Egofatherist conquests
growing outward
and up-rallied
Deep waiting
vulnerable black holiness
before highest transparent
widely diverse
best practice polarities
Wet warm birthing wombs
above dry cold dying tombs
Worm downward holes
wet upward trying poles
Yeasty yintegrity holes
engaging just right
tangy yang poles
As empty
anticipates full
As 0
embraces 1
EarthTribe Revolution.
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