the moon is on the rise
on the balcony with you
caught up in its magic
the perceptual ploy, its fullness
more than what is there
we sit on the courting bench
the one you could not look upon
and leave without
where we have spent many such occasions
watching the moon's momentary deception
larger than life really holds
holding hands, we focus into natures
sleight of hand
sharing our reality, love in its fullness
the courting couch, the full moon rising
as the world's lovers bathe in abundance
Oregon 9/24/26
CREATIVE MAGNITUDES
free
of
interventions
supersede
response
initial
fragments
lead
inwards
sensual
dialectical
transience
submissively
overcomes
understanding
potential
chaos
with
dynamic
unison
in
perceptual
focus
I try to avoid them in the crisp morning light,
but I hastily sink into their mud-caked bottoms.
I sink to my knees in their inevitable stratum.
One after another, beyond memory or thought,
swirling pools of consciousness unspoken.
Parallel immersive mythos together and unbroken.
Heavy here, my trudge from pond to pond,
egoless consciousness watches with detachment.
My fledgling demanding acts are persistent.
My emotions are unwitting and hand-crafted.
These ponds of my making create schemas
from hormones and perceptual appraisals.
I plod through stages of deepening awareness.
From weeping to laughter, I feel each nuanced valence.
Though I try to resist them again and again,
these are my schemas, my reckoned inventions.
Like a roaming wolf or a squirrel poised in a tree,
these emotional appraisals are my intentions.
These spontaneously self-organizing feelings
are my defenses, and my epiphanies of universal marvel
as egoless consciousness awaits, unspoken.
PROFOUND AND PRACTICAL
proliferating
synthetic
properties
beyond
perceptual
examination
detailed
nuanced
complementary
spatial
simultaneously
vividly
overlaid
with
elaborate
symbolic
connotations
stimulated
exploited
with
experimental
preferences
saturated
&
nourished
by
focused
instinct
&
awareness
in
a
sustained
if
divided
touch
saturating
individual
consciousness
Beauty beheld
in pupils
irises
expanding Spirit’s filaments
mind
deciphers
delicate
impressions
flowering nerve shiverings
heart petals unwrinkle exposing tender core
temporarily holds what is
to falter, fade
then dissipate
senses alert in
perceptual observation
bows gratitude
personality evaporates
as Beauty returns
into Source’s palms
we
ache
for
a raw rare repeat ~
__________________
Placed 7th : Brian Strand Premier Contest
On Beauty : Feb. 26
symbol of contrast
like Noah's ark in harsh storm
captivation norm
endurance am I
alluring in mountains rest
winters embrace test
integrated light
across wild echoes stoic
exudes pure stillness
delicate yet tough
unassailable maiden
artists awed humming
alchemists delight
aligned with capricorn's might
pristine determined
raw unadorned self
expresses inner kingdom
nourishes itself
secrets in dark roots
poison perceptual moot
duality hoots
sacrifice and faith
face adversity with grace
revelation brace
with each unclasping
petals open mystical
surrender holding
scent nascent nadir
sacred self-preservation
authentic profound
quiet verdict holds
love is not parasitic
terrifying peace
contemplate christmas
quest each due ecstatic depth
silent witness bear
so do I exist
cold thorns after each snow dawn
god's love not forlorn
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Richness of mind
the money no matter
A visual feast
uncountable wealth
Conceptual bullion
perceptual bitcoin
Intuitive treasure
— a fortune indwelt
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
In the resonant noise of continual commotion,
as the voice of hysteria feels quietened
by the tender touch of consummate calmness,
the serene sheath of sentiments sinks slow
with uniquely unexpressed notion
in the unreachable forsaken depth of the mute mind.
When the cacophony outside finally subsides,
the unsaid becomes the sound of silence,
that vibrates where it finds the desired niche,
strikes softly the unknown chord of harmony.
The expression enunciates what isn’t conveyed yet
from the placid depth of quietude.
In the chaotic space of crumbled relationships
the squally sentiments spiral outraged
in the whirlwind of invasive indignation,
where they once grew in the eye of resentment storm.
Many hues of sensitivity act in the kaleidoscopic show
in the frozen depth of the heart unfeelingly hollow.
When the tempest stops after the apocalypse,
the designed perceptual shroud of stalled silence
spreads in the psychic pathway paved by cogent essence,
where the fragrant wind of seraphic spring blows
with floral emotions that walk the dormant desires
in the desolate streets of solitude.
absence
of colour
black
on white
or
white
on black
deceives
the eye
in
multistable
perceptual
decisions
melody/harmony
subject/background
&
positive/negative
reversal
exists
on
the same spectrum
at
opposite
end
yet
one
in harmony rather
than
orchestrated
PART I The Experiment
A person who makes bad decisions
Is it a secret motivation
True naive flexing a muscle only known as misery
I can't find an approach
I can't see the thoughts like doctor sleep
What is a true sacrifice
Does it not know comfort
Does it marry purpose
Ignore common and regular
Who feels like part of a bad decision
And still they sit
Idle in their comfort
To be discarded
labelled bad for my environment
PART II
A powerful shadow
Too at thought
Too ill of peace
I see you my dear hiding in your hell
There was no poison
My sweet love of perceptual chaos
When nothing plus nothing equals something
I will sit under the whispering willow tree
Waiting for substance waiting for the sun
Because it will be the only one left
We can not defeat
Done like dinner
But never defeated
To be Vessels of Selflessness
we're understanding that
through birth is our future unfolding;
carried upon the shoulders of guiltlessness;
through minds of inoffensiveness;
embraced by hands of innocuousness
and immersion..
In..
a world weaved through universal beholding;
we're creating with a heartfelt devotion;
touched by soul-moving adoration;
passing timeless connection;
for non-religious veneration
and amazement..
With..
our Beings' undeniable amorous Calling;
by the realization of the perceptual embodiment
of our Souls inevitable arbitraments
through their final awakenments
and remembrance of commitment
and loyalty..
To..
this place of Love and Belonging;
of immense transcended integrity.
That through deep Soulmate equality
we embedded Love as limitless security
for our children's souls immortality
and balance..
That..
They may Rise through their life's Morning;
safely see with a clear sighted acceptance.
Hear the Universe's never-ending resonance;
breathe the Now's vast guidance
of each moments healing absorbance
and recognition..
They are each Individual One's
and gifts of Love
Our daily lives are filled with them, whether in front
Of us, or in the rear-view mirror.
And though at times the reflection is backwards,
The messages are loud and clear.
They provide much more than just direction,
Offering warnings to pace or detours ahead.
While guiding travelers to their destination,
And avoiding potholes & debris that has spread.
Though many seem to be permanent fixtures,
Others may appear briefly, before they are gone.
As our perceptual acuity is often tested,
Integrated into the avenues, not withdrawn.
The messages conveyed through all these graphics,
Are there to suggest safe passage to an end.
While steering away from roadblocks or calamity,
Or whatever else may be around the next bend.
That tangible dream as perceptual touch,
the extended soul by birth anticipated so much.
Beauties fairest trade wherein all adjust itself in time,
life’s captivity for that motion fragrance to refine.
Passion as smoke and emotion glow as love’s fire,
selfless illumination become the treasure desire.
Contented with what one posses in life,
ecstasies at moments that proof that strive.
Love’s oblique by all angle create that tear,
touching a infinite generation planisphere.
Parallel individual living that us bind,
in time to gives us that rhythm to find.
Sensation and exaltation are not the same,
pleasure is the sensation to tame.
Happiness comes from divine exaltation,
and only true form of liberation.
Loving thoughts as refreshment to the mind,
love subsistence for the heart so kind.
Truth as sustenance of the soul by al might,
definition of love and its passage of rite.
The moon's face is transfixed,
spellbound, staring, stupefied;
never blinking, never flinching
never looking away.
For Earth has locked the near side of the moon,
to forever face us.
It has locked the far, dark side,
to forever face away,
never to look upon us, never for us to see.
The moon's stare is perpetual, habitual, perceptual,
inescapable and unshakable;
always there, forever watching what we do.
preoccupied
queries of the curious
having obligations
but still inquisitive
sceptical...yes
perceptual...possibly
such disparate thoughts
are quickly silenced
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