Today,
somewhere in this world,
without fuss or a funerary
prayer, a lifeform
has gone extinct.
It probably passed unnoticed,
its last lonely moment spent
bleeding beneath a log
or gasping in a shallow pond
with its gills clogged with silt
or sliding down the gullet
of a predator.
How brutal the path is,
the sheer waste,
the cruel experimentation
whether mindful or mindless
by something hidden
from us as it pursues
its pointless quest
for perfection.
Gentle Men as Mothers :Quest for Identity Protection.
Gentle he was with them, male and female -
His brothers and sisters from the start...
No giant in disposition, his tender thoughts
Spoke volumes to both men and women-
All of us need words that nurture hearts to heal
Like a nursing mother with her children,
His position did not forbid tones of comfort-
Well meant words from from men's careful hearts
Upbuild to teach, with confidence, not might.
No two -face approach which beats himself.
The feminine one, flesh of man's flesh safe in mind-heart.
No need to blow forbidden kisses
to false goddesses passing by...
The Apostle Paul: his motherly qualities. 1Thessalonians 2:7,8
(The "feminine" qualities in men, are drawn to the feminine qualities in women-
He is a Man who can empathize with his "complement." There is no need to be harsh.
God, as Supreme Authority, is the same. James 5:11
Aqua Marine. 10th April 2025.
Is it still life? Her Quest for Identity.
Tis' stilled life
This still life
Distilled wife
Still - That's life
Mime wife.
"Playing dumb while acting the role."
The unspoken influence of mothers on their daughters.
My mother in her work environment, and my mother at home were two completely "different" personalities. At work, I saw her happy and bubbly, extrovert, chatty, friends with many.
At home she was subdued, walked on eggshells, kept us quiet while my father was at home. I understood: better to keep quiet, than be beaten. I'm breaking my silence, not hers. :))
Aqua Marine: 4th April 2025.
The Two Little Cubs: A Quest for identity.
(A Cautionary Tale)
Two little leopard cubs
One shy, one bold,
went out to play
in the wild wide world.
Bold so bright -
Life a big adventure.
Shy so quiet-
Life a no go venture.
Played games together-
Shy learnt from Bold,
Rough and tumble
Not always gentle.
Which one do you think escapes
the focus of real danger?
Hidden out of sight...
Aqua Marine Musing again...
31 March, 2025.
True story captured by a wildlife photographer.
Lions are the fiercest of enemies for leopards. They attack and kill leopards without hesitation. The more adventurous cub, not yet
fully experienced in life was killed by lions. The "shy" cub escaped... To live another day.
Reminds me of Proverbs 22:3
"The shrewd one sees the danger and conceals himself.
But the I experienced keep right on going and suffer the consequences..."
Neither Dumb Belle nor dumbell: The Search for Personal Identity.
Made in His image Divine, one and one equals two
The differences plain and simple in design
Does not "Woman" mean "Female Man,"
From First Man her origins taken?
Together strong and flexible
In time they find each in and as the other
Indispensible to humankind's survival
A perfect pair in God's blueprint for life
God's portrait as a dyptich,
Masterful, expressionistic, abstract and figurative
A little lower than angels, yet crowned in his glory
Strength and Kindness gifted to each one...
Yes in deed, God in plain sight of angels
made the two of them become as one-
Holy, wholly separate, inseparable, in mind, heart-
The children of His Love for Life
A vision for all to see-together his image on earth.
Together, one and one equals three
Aqua Marine. Just Musing on a Personal Journey of My Own.
30 March 2025
(First of a series on personal identity. :) )
The curious mind is an endless flame,
That facts and truths cannot tame.
For knowing is powerful, sharp and clear,
Helping to adapt, learn and face the fear.
But knowing comes with a heavy cost and toll.
More questions to answer, more doubt to control.
But not knowing, too has its place.
For ignorance is bliss to engrace.
Where the mind lets go in free-fall.
In relief, in surrender, to just enthrall.
Knowing, sometimes it's better not to know.
To lie spaced-out, where turmoil won’t grow.
For though we claim to want to know more,
In the shadow of the knowledge door,
Lies our pull-back, and strain to resist,
Over-reaching beyond the canny twist sophist.
Where should I go
When my heart is tired
But in your arms full of warmth
And comforting soul that giving revival.
Should I go or not
To destiny where it leads me
Or should I stay and cry in silence
Where sorrow hide and stagnation stay.
Tell me whom should I see
A lover whose heart is for me
Or the woman whom I dearly be
Of not seeing her my heart is aching.
I kinda like stupid people
I fit in
But their questions doth
Amuse
No -I usually hang about McDonald’s dressed in a uniform
I call it niche cosplay
Yes sir I do know who I am speaking to
You gave me access to your information
Although you maybe someone pretending to be you
Sorry need to explain
these are my attempts to be fired from employment
Now
if you ask me again
If you ask me again it will be a different now
Do you work here?
Do you know who you are talking to?
Do you know what time it is?
Actually heard someone coming back from lunch
That they slept in
We should make the next year coming 2026
Just miss 2025 out
Could you imagine future historians trying to figure it out
Would you like to explain yourself
Well are we talking anatomically physically
Do you need a breakdown of the word yourself
I would explain but I am unsure if you could
grasp it
Here is some drawings or a ball of tin foil to play with
You are meant to start at 8
I did
I just didn’t start here
Can you email when you have finished those reports
Dear Carl
When you have finished those reports
A restless soul, with burning eyes,
Seeks knowledge, under endless skies.
The quest for wisdom, never done,
A journey started when she began.
Through ancient texts, she seeks to find,
The truth that lies, within her mind.
Each step she takes, a lesson learned,
A thirst for knowledge never burned.
The quest for wisdom never ends,
But with each step, her spirit bends
Towards the light, the truth she seeks,
A girl's quest for wisdom, speaks.
It is sheer absurd arrogance
To only look way out there in the Universe
For Life as WE Know it!
That is, an organic form based on Carbon and Water.
So what is Life, in essence?
Life is a revolt against the fundamental rules of Nature
to decay to disorder (to increase Entropy). That's it!
Living things are organised to work continuously to decrease Entropy.
To build and maintain structure and order, against inevitable decay.
As such, Life as We don't Know it, may be here, and there, already!
Written: December 22, 2023, For Di11y Da11y Poetry Contest
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Awful rumors arose on a rainy day at twilight.
Dwelling in darkness, guilty of stealing light.
Drops in rhyme, color-and-time lyrics draw me.
Through vibrant strokes, a love riot sings poetry
Wonderful truths spread on a sunny day at dawn.
Embracing brightness, innocent of sharing sundown.
Rises out of rhythm, monochrome-and-space verses repel me.
Through dull strokes, a hate calm whispers poetry.
Written: October 1st, 2023
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If you quest for a mate, I'll be yours if you abide
Friends and mates, a loop that will never glide.
In close propinquity to one another, we will reside.
With our motley efforts, we can swivel the tide.
Fused by the bonds of oneness, harmoniously we stride.
On this journey, zeal and passion will be our guide
An enthusiastic flame, that blazes deep and wide.
Quest For Life
I‘m on the road to Hell
Yet Heaven is just a glimpse away
I'm fighting a battle to win
Yet I'm losing everyday
God, I'm looking for direction
A safe haven from the storm
A man, a woman, with outstretched arms
To embrace me and keep me warm
I'm looking for a way out
A place I can run away to
When my problems and the world’s get to be too much
And my chances for survival is few
I'm looking for a love
I can't live without
Someone I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with
Someone I could write a book about
I'm looking for a life
With limitless boundaries
I want to look into the eyes of the Devil
And let him see the Hell I see
I’m looking for time
For it goes so fast
I'm looking for that perfect moment
That lives forever in the present and past
I'm looking for words
That won't cut as deep as a knife
I'm looking for completeness
I'm looking for my quest for life
Written: September 07, 2023
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The bulbs hum with color in this off-white cube.
I move slowly, to catch the glimpse that's doob.
I wobble and drift through the sails of my mind.
Searching for peacefulness in this sleepless rind.
Outside forces can feel remote and far away.
I stalk a distant star within walls that can sway.
My body may be scarce but my mind may soar.
Uncover the cosmos of notions that we ignore.
Photonic pairs of notions dance in my head.
I sink to extreme depths where whim led.
Fade, disappear, oh weariness and despair!
Since I'd prefer to leave this insomniac affair.
I pursue my goals with faith as my guide.
With the dreamless embryonic night ride.
Sleep disorders may be outside my grasp.
I roam this frantic realm, lacking the clasp.
In the cracks of my ambiguity, ideas whirl.
With each raw hint, my commitment hurls.
I'm a phony hero, a fallow shambling traveler.
I'm still finding my own advice in this dark battler.
Where does wisdom reside?
Where does understanding hide?
Not in the land of living souls,
Nor depths of seas, where vastness rolls.
Hidden from eyes, from all living things,
Even birds in the sky, it elusively clings.
Destruction and Death have only heard,
A mere rumor, nothing more, of its word.
Mortals toil, seeking treasures confined.
From the soil, iron is taken, copper refined.
Silver mines and gold's refining cells,
In depths of earth, where darkness dwells.
Its value cannot be contained,
By gold or silver, it's not attained.
Beyond the jewels, the precious stones,
Wisdom surpasses all thrones.
God alone understands the way,
Where wisdom resides, where it stay.
He views all beneath the heavens above,
And measures wisdom with truth and love.
To humankind, this message He imparts,
"The fear of the Lord, wisdom's true start,
To shun evil, that is understanding's key",
Embrace wisdom's path, and truly be free.
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