The loss of the known
A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past
walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along to the left, where the road winds to the right, a café
I thought of going in for a beer, but the dog, if left outside
would fret
A fine day, not hot or cold, must have been early spring or fall
tried to remember what I was doing before the curtain was drawn, but I was left with an unfinished memory, one I had to make up for to fill in the blanks.
Something sad about the scene of a sole man with a dog
walking down a road he had never been to before, his mother
had died, and the point of reference was missing
now
CREATED to unite and govern
OFFICIAL Document for nations
NUMBER one point of reference
STATE, federal, and local
TIME sensitive and amendable
INCLUSIVE of all citizens
TIRRANY undesired and controlled
UNITY'S best hope
THE rule of law
IDENTIFIES goals and roles
ORGANIZES people for purposes
NATIONS should remain sovereign
DREAMS and destinies
AUTHORITY promotes longevity
YESTERDAY'S founding fathers
The place of the creative one
Outside looking in
Inside at one
Communicating
With other and self
Simultaneously
The fine line
Dissolving and forming
As the picture emerges
The song unfolds
The story twists and turns
Creator and creation
Blending to the point
Where all that’s left is the moment
Until in the next
The creator once again
Alone
In need of a point of reference.
(7/29/23)
The loss of the known
A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past
walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along
to the left where the road wears to the right, a café I thought of going
in for a beer, but the dog if left outside, would fret
A fine day, not hot or cold, must have been early spring or fall
tried to remember what I was doing before the curtain was drawn
I was left with an unfinished memory, one I had to make it up
to fill in the blanks.
Something sad about the scene of a sole man with a dog
walking down a road he had never been to before; his mother
had died, and the point of reference was missing
now he was alone and lacked a compass.
Voided spaces
Empty
Empty
Lost in white
Vast in whiteness
Blank expression
Senseless senseless
Far mirage, a point of reference
Blank control, no direction
Inconsistencies consistent
Love sometimes
is not only a rule to
follow in life but guess
that it is....
an embodiment of man's
character throughout his dreams,
one of the
main point of reference that
binds him to life's utmost goals
for if love
may not grow to meet its fit
neither the mind nor thought is safe
except whims
it may turn to become man's
expressions as he so acts.
Point of reference of introspection,
marks flow of attention sedentary,
being about consciousness correction
in alignment with our divinity,
igniting bliss in continuity.
Ego mind body association
spawns narrow thoughts inducing contraction.
Thus resting lower mind, free and unbound,
we feel fullness of bliss in cessation,
heart in the heavens and feet on the ground.
30-October-2020
An amazing place where Africans belong
For that is where they were born
Such a loving home she is
A cradle of overflowing blessings
Perfectly designed for destiny
As we rise in the morning
Anoint our feet with your Favour
While we walk on her fertile ground
We look around, as we aspire for her to thrive
And declare words of life upon the entire Continent
So that her children can be content
While they do their best to let her to blossom
Lord, you have gifted her enormously
From belly to bosom within each one of her borders
The East, South, North and West are endless treasures
This is a land where ageless wisdom is abundant
Privileged that she is our Motherland
And we are her children
This is where our forefathers ever lived
They practiced their unique ways of life
That is why, without her in our lives
We have no other point of reference
Even when we are diverse
We wish her well in our hearts
Our prayer as brothers and sisters is one
God bless our Africa
Step into the date-stamped time DeLorean,
move forward
on backward spinning nostalgia rims
Centrifugal hourglass ...
short hand and long
Distorted view of time,
kinetic highway romantic destiny
Blurred future sideway images,
past memories rearview exit gone
Engine gunned to the max,
space curvature gives good distant
escape velocity
Point of reference
for the necessary fuel alibi
goodbye synthesized
Faceless retrograde emotions
be nitro traction void vulcanized
Heart on a timer-delay standstill,
inertia frigidity
Frozen thoughts,
toss away the last empty bottle:
drained viscosity real liquid feelings
Feel the sub-zero wind chill
of a refrigerated body,
another temporal roadkill
Only cardiac arrest
will take you to a stalled location
Pick a random course,
move on
to the next unknown destination
Fate uncertain —
Love theory is all relative
Outside of the winged doors,
birds of chance
perch watch on a deja vu branch
Waiting to draft on the breeze
of your exhaustion,
when your fuming desires run out of time
Passion entropy ... loss of heat
Mind settled comfortably
into inertia frigidity
Thoughts emerge
Emotions illicit fear and pain
Critical egoic attachments
Creates distortions and self-disdain
In seeing who you’re not
A metamorphosis occurs
The truth has always been there
A little voice was never heard
Awareness of the “now”
Enlightenment to past thoughts
We see the point of reference
The manifestation of flawed ought’s
So love the little one
Who suffered years of pain
There was nothing the child could do
Liberation from self-shame
Now a whole new world emerges
Our dark childhood lights the path
No need for affirmation
Self-esteem regained at last
How deep into your psyche
do you dare peer?
How far are you willing to go
searching
into the darkest places of your deepest fears?
Are you afraid of being unanchored from your soul?
Go drifting into the abyss ...
where time and space has no relevance
Trusted depths of perception
offers no tangible point of reference
Up could be down
Away could be nearby
The further you drift from your safe place,
the closer you'll come to know the answers why ---
guided by the mind's eye
Depths of perception ...
find your spiritual connection
to a way of life heretofore never known,
possibilities of liberties never shown
But you are drifting further away
from stark realities you don't wanna face ...
Frightened by a bogeyman world view,
children love to stay in their safe place
Never venture out,
never find out why
your closet is so full of fears
Gathering more and more
dusty piles of phobias over the years
Yours depths of perception
has long been askew,
because you never really ever got to know you
I wonder how to understand
The journey finding the meaning
Of every day mundane living
Perpetual repetitiveness of cycles
That we are stuck in from the
Moment of our birth
All the way to the death
I wonder what keeps people
Going when there is no destination
Other than certain death
And there is no way to find
Anything that would serve
As a point of reference
Even if everyday reality feels
Totally solid and real
Behind the illusion of veil
There is nothing we can
Recognize or even fathom
How is it living in the world
That is inexplicable mystery
Locked away from our senses
People manage to embark
On a journey and sustain
Everyday living stream
Even when there is nothing
To hold on and keep living
We keep dreaming
And keep trying
And keep dying
Without knowing
Why we are doing this
The Light of His Word relieves all of the darkness
In not having heard you don't even see the mess
In so a mind wonders having no point of reference
As when it blunders you haven't the slightest sense
As man pushes God away then repeatedly God warns
Telling their kids not to pray as all society now scorns
Now take a look around... do you recognize anything
Unstable sandy ground, the consequences it does bring
First things just crack but in time when there's no repair
Just a missing peg in the track one more no longer there
The train picks up speed as the passengers pay no mind
Feeling there's no need too busy going to the daily grind
Just a little bit of shaking as this time they made it past
But each day that it's breaking their own lots they cast
In hearing All Aboard maybe you will take another way
Maybe going with the Lord, hearing what He has to say
2 Timothy 2:15
Study to shew thyself approved unto God,
a workman that needeth not to be ashamed,
rightly dividing the word of truth.
They call it shuffling of the mind
when other eyes are turned;
Other visions call upon the history
that is their very own, allowing us
to see, to share, to grow.
Onrushing Earth
will ride the tides of time
disclosing newer cries of childhood;
hearts will sing again their Kyries
while brotherhood is unrelenting,
we may join the new-made antiphon
where every song is triumph;
each surrender is a victory.
There is risk in such a stand.
There is plenitude among the powers
of the strong, righteous in their zeal.
There is challenge. There is testing.
There is no defense.
Mayhap, there need not be.
~
I feel the turn of fickle stars in my palms,
wrenching their way out,
challenging the ambition of a sinner's grasp.
It all falls loose;
sand at the feet of eternal eyes,
staring back into the shadows of memory.
Dreams struggle for breath,
suffer desperation, lack of color.
And in their whisper I squint like
an old man trying to find his way
back to the trail's head.
But in these woods I have no bearing;
no point of reference, only empty hands left wanting,
too arthritic to hold any sort of luster
or salt of tomorrow's promise.
And so, I am left to wait...
Suspect to the charm of a menacing horizon
that promises nothing but a burning reminder
of what I could not hold onto.
-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.
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