Halloween has come and gone
But some haunting will linger on
El dia day has passed on, too
But like the ghosts still passing through
The seen and unseen in between
The last scene last seen now has, too
We're counting each trip 'round the sun
From the day where we've begun
Our paltry trip around this orb
Delighting in what we absorb
But counting is a trick of man
Presuming each click measures span
Of something that's of great import
That turns the time into a sport
And in the greater game some know
The clock we consult here below
Is an invention we hold dear
Which only counts in this small sphere
Not deserving of real mention
Is our cosmology convention
The Cosmos doesn't count, just is
Not bothered by some fleeting whiz
Or sweep of hand… no passing man
Will count in all that really IS
Again, I take my pen in hand.
Bring words to mind, so I can plan.
Compose a verse quite fresh and new!
Deciding on what style to do?
Each letter then I will suggest,
Flows quickly through the alphabet.
Great, this shall give me loads of choice,
Hoping you out there hear my voice.
In-case you don’t I’ll write it down
Just to ensure you will not frown.
Kindly yes, I considered that,
Let me decide the right format.
Making the meter rhyme I say
No other style for me today.
Organised with this choice, just made,
Presuming brings me accolade.
Questions although could still be asked,
Reviews received could me unmask.
Still, I shall understand if you,
Turn aside and do not review.
Undecided? you may have heard,
Value now from my written word
Will bring a Merry Christmas too,
Xeroxed this now sending through.
Yes, lastly, I will cheer and say,
Zip-a dee- doo dah- zip-a-dee ay!
Faith
Believe, trust
Hoping, expecting, presuming
Relationships, promises, doubt, dread
Questioning, mistrusting, hesitating
Apprehensive, anxious
Fear
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lie
fake, fudge
deluding, duping, deceiving
falsity, falsify, facticity, factuality
presuming, prevailing, predicating
validity, veracity
truth
Again, I take my pen in hand.
Bring words to mind, so I can plan.
Compose a verse quite fresh and new!
Deciding on what style to do?
Each letter then I will suggest,
Flows quickly through the alphabet.
Great, this shall give me loads of choice,
Hoping you out there hear my voice.
In-case you don’t I’ll write it down
Just to ensure you will not frown.
Kindly yes, I considered that,
Let me decide the right format.
Making the meter rhyme I say
No other style for me today.
Organised with this choice, just made,
Presuming brings me accolade.
Questions although could still be asked,
Reviews received could me unmask.
Still, I shall understand if you,
Turn aside and do not review.
Undecided? you may have heard,
Value now from my written word
Will bring a Merry Christmas too,
Xeroxed this now sending through.
Yes, lastly, I will cheer and say,
Zip-a dee- doo dah- zip-a-dee ay!
Screwed up eyes and a huge flush
By one fending off a blush,
After the surest glimpse of Her Crush
With an Eve of enveloping lush;
Something in her beginning to crash
Tony to no more escape a tongue-lash!
Her oval face soon the fullest flush,
At which no sensible man will rush,
It presuming to be about some thrush;
The very thought and idea a slush
Of one booking her a suite plush…
Serena is now complying with a hush
Not demanded by imposing lips
Not will her cost a half brush,
If she her lips speedily unzips,
Out letting her anger gush
Or her tongue steadily slips…
A Serena already edged out by Rival
With some ambition in her arrival.
What does the term "astonishing friends" imply?
Is whatever that sheds from the aroma sly?
To reach out to someone with a mild gesture
Presuming one of your contacts is an admirer
Genuine mates provide an endless onset of courage.
Even though spoken knifers might hassle a rampage.
Similarly, I stick to a mate, one of my favorite.
I gleaned she should realize whether I'm a pundit.
Everything focuses on what we urge to avail.
Whatever we mumble at the witness scale.
That is the method that saves a partner's entity.
Their hearts are closed, avoiding despondency.
That is the goal they stay such a burly amenity.
Aside from being deserving of such apathy.
I can't start revealing the size I revere them.
Hustling them, then again, sustains mayhem.
Written: November 24, 2021
Standing by the moon lakes of open craters
Rocks remain the same and in their place
In short supply are birds of winter
Oxygen takes flight in missing trees
Origins of which remain a mystery
In beds of dust in beds of sand found there
Wed to the granular unsaid
Reason settles all the dust of lunar trust
It is presumed there are no men on Mars
Perhaps the moon absconded with them all
And women too since we are presuming to
Know what there is to know about the moon
Eyes of the moon are deep crevasses
Attempting to bore into humanity
Consuming flesh and soul in their reflections
From a sun that never rests but only questions
It wasn’t a green snake
That tried God’s enterprise to foil
Nor one of greenish make
That had man pushed into piteous toil.
The sun-loving green wouldn’t anything spoil,
As often it’s thinking of how to funnily coil,
This presuming to playfully act out on your very soil
While your odd animosities you oil
And not once, not twice, unnecessarily boil.
After the aftermath
of the cisterns quieting,
a moth flutters free
then drops into the nest
of sounds that crickets weave.
all of our away-words
wait the gathering of ground.
between our usual state
of lost and found.
we hesitate in leisure,
presuming to douse our thoughts
with memory’s perfume,
intoxicate our wilderness
with stupor,
known to render children mad
and madmen to surrender.
Some call us, pretender.
So light a breeze upon us
one could scratch to catch
a tick of something licking
at the bottom of your mind.
You cannot find a trace.
It has no face.
Some believe it has no place.
There is no there from where
you feel you are
and though you wish upon a star
or carry moonbeams in a jar
no ordinary miracle can reach that far.
For far is work, when close is easy;
now and then are whence;
and where you were
is where you are;
all else
is just pretense.
I dont care about your words anymore
Your words now i completely ignore
The uncountable flaws i have must not be your concern
Your judgemental mind must be one
I cry from comparison about me you make
You break my heart when you say i am fake
You called me a loser, i was really hurt
Presumed about me said i dont put enough effort
Everyone's work is what you praise
When it comes to mine you make an ugly face
You kill me with your awful words
They are weapon to my heart and to my mind sword
You say and forget
Break heart and have no regret
Its my mind where sadness last
I tell people and they say i live in past
Stop presuming stuff about me
Your baseless judgement dont let my mind free
Wisdom co-arises with integrity
to empower bilateral
and multilateral consciousness
of robust polycultural knowing
climates of better global health
through local nonviolent communication safety.
Safety is organically healthy felt
co-arising sufficient co-investment thoughts,
not precluding,
nor presuming,
social distancing
yet within active hope of full circle winning
interdependent call and response,
Listening for both/and feelings speaking
healing egocentric bodies
restorying ecosystemic habitats
of warm
engaging
cooperative hospitality
in-between integrity's seductive enlightenment
and wisdom's inductive empowerment.
complaints that they have no voice
historically silent now they holla
women gays and blacks make noise
their priority's to matter
age old mistreatment sorrows
they stand, they shout and many follow
equality for all tomorrows
some cry true most cry hollow
opinions form inside their heads
mine and yours find views too store
but with all if the truth be said
ism's form where not before
are we really so uneven
when 3 percent our nations black
seek a fairness breaking even
on a surface filled with cracks
cus I have been mistreated too
held back with no advance
maybe you have beaten you
the reason you have no chance
cus CV's sit in black and white
no gay preference there on show
qualification on show in sight
you, it's maker not to know
we put discriminations into isms
presuming prejudice low as low
I think we all live in this prison
of what we think not what we know
My new quilting teacher’s a guy
Which proves why you cannot get by
With presuming you know
Just which person will show
If the course list does not specify.
He’s delightful and knows all his stuff
And his skills appear quite up to snuff.
In his class I can grow
Since this teacher’s a pro
And that knowledge is more than enough.
The Life of the Mind is extolled by Professors
Though when they think, they just guess or
perhaps idly chatter
There are some who won't use their brawn
And 'brainiacs' who won't mow the lawn
Others say 'they'll work with their Hands'
as if hands are not directed by the Mind of Man
All this, so far's neither here nor there
Here's what I assure you
Presuming you care
Reality is WHAT you perceive it to be
Perception's HOW you see it, subjectively
Life's In the Mind
'Tis the Mind makes it live
That is the Truth
Which Experience Gives
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