The clock strikes twelve and I'm officially thirteen. I blow out the candles and eat cake. This year feels different, strange, undoubtable change. A new world to experience, people deranged. Yet, I go to school and everything’s the same. Same friends, same classes, same face. Same girl, yet different. My emotions are heightened. I live with my heart out of my chest. I barely have time to rest. I’m scared, I’m stressed. I’ve learned that even the prettiest of flowers need the right conditions to bloom. What if I get an inadequate amount of sunlight? What if all I get is rain? Will I still blossom? Is a mediocre flower still “awesome”? As the day sets and the moon reconnects with the sky, I start to make sense of the world. Everyone has an unquenchable, irrevocable, inevitable need to be “perfect”, but “perfect” is subjective. Perfect is a social construct. Chasing something that doesn’t exist is going to drive me insane. So why should I? While the clock hits midnight once more I realize I should just be me. The way I think and present myself may be forever tainted, but I will never stop being me. Same girl, yet different.
Upwards is his destination
Lost is his designation
No call from Stars above
No message of half-hearted love
Green reconnects with Red to combine
As our Smith relaxes his invisible spine
His journey so far has been to hone and refine
It is all he can muster, so far out of line
No matter his blindness, he saunters past
The Fire's Cot, mid-molten blast
Making Names wander, til' the Bellows blow
Up stairways, they travel, where our Smith now goes
Steep and coarse, the walkway is cobbled
Thrown together, stone and metal were knobbled
Though our Smith travels slowly with a slippery crawl
He soon gains some confidence, and takes steps, small
Almost like a snail with it's juice left behind
Our Smith leaves a trail a hunter could find
Green and Red splotches on a watery rind
Moving unbothered by secrets enshrined
He shivers and coils to the top of this 'case
Wriggling his body to scream from his face
"CaN i PlEaSe ReTuRn To ThE BoSs' GrAcE?!
i KnOw I'm NoT aLoNe In ThIs SpAcE!"
The steps begin to brightly glow
A clear departure from ash and shadow
The metal grey shifts to a sharpened Pink
"A fallen Smith is a missing Link."
The state when we are always full
From which nothing can be removed
Exerting a magnetic pull
Remains through all life storms unmoved
Our true being is always free
Although in form it does seem bound
Unshackling Self from the mind tree
Light of God in our heart is found
Bliss renewal continual
Reconnects consciousness with source
Eye single in life pulse dual
Realised without use of force
I miss an open fire.
Warmth, these days,
is breathed out of the thin lips
of a plastic vent commanded
by a button.
There is nowhere now
where I can sit
and stare into the depths
of a dancing flame,
enter that sacred space
where thoughts and mystery
meet and reconnects something
in me to its earliest roots.
I miss how an open fire
centres life around its glow,
how it works to draw us in,
gathers us to share
in its living warmth.
I miss how it fills in the silence
with its sounds,
the crackle, the whispering hiss,
the sudden bump
of a falling log. I miss
poking and prodding
the charcoal remains, breaking
them apart and seeing embers
ignite into a bright spill of flame.
I miss the smell
of burning wood, the incense
that first sanctified our ancestors
humble homes and awakened
a wonder that set us off
on our human quest.
I get it that an open fire is now
not an environmentally friendly
choice but a polluting relic
of the past. I know
the romance of it
no longer thrives.
It's rather like old religion,
better gone, but it leaves
a hole in our lives.
Dead of the night, when we should be asleep,
we feel soma nectar drip through our throat
and as refrain of bliss plays on our lips
feeling God in each electron of space,
as thought forms stall, we see our false self fall,
being of course, benediction of grace,
the breath of God that enlivens our form,
reconnects our core essence with the source
and as we are swept away in this storm,
God speaks to us and childlike heart listens.
Lines taken from the following sonnets ~
In the dead of night
Joy ride
So spake Simple Simon
Absolute freedom
A leaf falls
God is a sphere
Shaping destiny
Show me God
Benign bliss burn
Anointed with bliss
When the first drop of the summer rain
touches the dry soil
there springs a fragrance
stronger than sandal wood
eucalyptus or elaichi.
It's a treat for the senses
that longs for the season's sensation
It's a earthy scent that
reaches far and wide.
The joy of feeling the rain
along with an earthy odour
is like a free trip to a fairy land
It is the smell of earth
that reconnects us with the nature
The smell of mud in the air
lifts the spirits to an extent fair
Its the grandeur of "Geosmin" that lingers around
blessing us with 'Petrichor"
the perfect partner for a cool summer abound.
Beginning with body-mind we ensoul,
our heart tells us our true form’s love and light
and so do ancient scriptures we extol,
but what is the path that bestows clear sight?
Concepts serve no purpose, so we must see
directly with our eyes, sans thought flow crutch,
for it’s God’s grace alone that sets us free,
transmuting our form, that we learn by touch.
When we are still, awareness self-aware,
reconnects our core essence with the source,
setting love aflame, as head and heart pair,
drawing in bliss mists, without use of force.
In timeless time our false self falls away,
upon which we see God’s light, clear as day.
When the first drop of the summer rain
touches the dry soil
there springs a fragrance
stronger than sandal wood
eucalyptus or elaichi.
It's a treat for the senses
that longs for the season's sensation
It's a earthy scent that
reaches far and wide.
The joy of feeling the rain
along with an earthy odour
is like a free trip to a fairy land
It is the smell of earth
that reconnects us with the nature
The smell of mud in the air
lifts the spirits to an extent fair
Its the grandeur of "Geosmin" that lingers around
blessing us with 'Petrichor"
the perfect partner for a cool summer abound.
Your essence radiates sunshine within.
Our tenderness fills the crevices of my soul
For when our two spirits meet.
Life begins and the earth stands still.
For the heavens above open up our innermost desires and dreams.
For the dream is what we share.
This is more precious than any earthly value.
The core of my inner soul stands alone within the darkness at times.
Our love is the light that leads me back to our path.
And reconnects our hearts as one.
Without it I am lost.
I've seen it before, lovers long parted
gone their separate ways, forgotten over the years
lost in time;
on occasion as if destiny waits
a connection slips thru the hourglass, floods of memories return
and the heart reconnects;
just for the moment, the brief encounter surges
old feelings and emotions, experiences and memories
rise to embrace the encounter;
then in a second
the moment passes,
lost in the cloud of having been.
MARINA ABRAMOVIC Poetry Contest 1/7/19
rhythmic ocean swells
deep sea blue... unsettling cold
reconnects our core
May 4, 2018
haiku, Ocean/Sea 5-7-5 Contest by Mick Talbot
First Place
To be on water is to be of water I'm told
The sea a deep blue and unsettling cold
Offshore waves roar in and relentlessly roll
Cleansing rounds that forcefully come and go
In many ways water is what makes me whole
Sailors proclaim water eases mental pain
Replaces rage and grief and peacefulness remains
Water's spirituality is a blessing to maintain
It never fails to deliver me from a life mundane
Rhythmic ocean swells crash wildly to the shore
Powerful breathing reconnects my inner core
Time spent on the water passes time of before
I savor opportunities to be with water's universe
With great respect for the sea and all this incurs
Time by the sea effects the body, mind and soul
Water's medicinal effects are wondrous to behold
All negativity evaporates and serenity sustains
It always leaves me thirsty, coming back for more
Men of sea have useful knowledge to disperse
If all these waters abandon me, life would be painful
March 24, 2018
Gregory Barden's MINUANETTA Contest using rhyme scheme of AAAAA, BBBB, CCC, DD, E, ABCDE, at least 20 lines.Theme is "CHREMAMORPHISM"
Third Place
Camping beneath the shimmering stars
Makes me realise how insignificant we really are
The moonlight gently caressing the world outside a canvas door
Such a beautiful, calm picture, I often find myself longing for
In the wilderness, back to nature
Far from the ever growing lights of the town
Away from the hussle and bussle, far from every thing that makes me frown
The peace, the tranquillity
Time to consider your own reality
Following the natural cycles of the earth
Some how reconnects you to your own self worth
Sleeping from dusk till dawn
Being woken by the birds morning song
Date: 2005
Freedom from death
bounds freedom to fully live,
As freedom from thin-skin body competitions
reconnects freedom to deep mind cooperate,
As freedom from Win-Lose YangGame Strategy
opens ecosystemic freedom to optimally double-YinWin-Win
EcoLogistics,
born-again regeneration,
Beloved Climax Dreams incarnating
freestyle swimming flight
from dawn through night
greets eternal dawn's adventure
blinding bright
ecstatic spiral light,
within...
without...
reiterate-within/out
mind/body just right
recentering delight.
My insolent heart
is audacious.
It dives into your words
Feels your presence,
Makes love to you
Shamelessly.
My insolent heart
Knows the truth
That
you are unreachable.
still
it ventures around old memories,
recalls ,
recollects and
reconnects
Irresistibly.
My insolent heart
Takes me away from sanity
Gives me a false hope.
Makes me irrational
Causes irreparable
Damages.
My insolent heart
Knows no boundaries
It immigrates to a forbidden land where
love breaks the barrier.
I wonder why my heart is insolent. .
YOUR BLUE EYES
Your blue eyes
Your blue eyes
Red
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