The drum roll
beats out control
in a game
of warped reframe.
On a coiling balustrade
plays meister masquerade
to craft the will
at bellowed drill.
Docile rule
disarms to fool.
With artful ruse
the vapid lose.
Walking an endless path, faithfully.
Crossing no familiar silhouettes,
glancing at no warm faces.
Still travelling, still in silence.
Glimpsing, registering each moment.
Most timeless as dream paralysis.
Others, memorable almost enjoyable,
Startling, as the first skipped beat,
of a heart touched by love.
Watching, and remembering each moment,
so I have more fuel to light up inside my chest.
Only to be gone, as light swallowed by
dark after a bloody red sunset.
Some still try to reach my tired eyes,
some curse me, as if I'm darkness itself.
I embrace it.
Those scars deepen my perception,
stronger, broken, just enough
to navigate through chaos.
I may appear, shining as the purest tin.
But don't be fooled, a single touch,
is enough to reframe my shape...
Only, to deceive me, or them.
I never know.
What I know is that I'm still human,
yet, some days I don’t use it.
I'm just a mad one, who knows the rules,
only to not follow them.
Life is a game
Some find it lame,
Some can tame
Some will get a name &
fame they claim
But it's all the same such a shame
Truly there is no aim
But as I reframe the fire in you is who you blame
For the rising flame.
14 Coursing!
Reflection one,
Gematria is revealing,
14 is “Dai”, enough, done?
Tzoros are healing,
Rav C. Shumulevitz wrote “Con”,
Or “With” feeling “Busha”
For your missed mission,
Tzoros have done annealing,
Are no longer needed? Redundant?
14 also is “Zahav” or Gold,
Precious as a watershed?
Wisdom from Tzoros’ toll?
Speaking, thus the rock bled?
Small steps, downsize the goal,
Reframe anguished cries instead,
Wishful thinking? Fatigue taking hold?
Mussar to the head,
And to the heart “B’HisPaalus” bold,
7th inning stretch? Bullpen retread,
Journey & Destination are one fold!
Sometimes I only feel sad
Sometimes I can just cry
Sometimes I lose all hope
Sometimes I am all alone
And sometimes I smile wide
Life certainly has its downs
Sometimes I drown above water
But there’s also a future
There’s friends to be made
There’s fun to be had
Reframe the situation at hand
Use it to your advantage
Everything bad is a strength
You have everything but hopelessness
You need to use it
boxed into self-inflicted confinement
reverberations intensify shackles
towards the pinnacle of circular charge
blow out the fuse they emphasized
we need a circuit breaker for the echo
when the surge reaches its pinnacle
thoughts and beliefs amplify the crest
of what turned out to seem a battle of words
a coat of arms painted in repetitive darkness
polarization and confirmation bias within
a closed system insulated from rebuttal
dead end roundabout impasse and stalemate
as the echo filters reality illusions concur
with distortions half-truths of corroboration
testimonial endorsement of fantasy worlds
when the sieve becomes strained and deluded
the drain overflows with misinformation
perspectives must change to reframe the mind
ample proportions need not succumb
to fortified chambers of stagnant circles
hashtag rehashing in order to heal reflect
01st December 2024
If I recall names till father’s grand sire
And no farther save my family name
That goes back to centuries or higher,
Which, no one did find it fit to reframe.
Mayhap, my ancestors did choose to teach,
Or way back in old times did Vedas read,
To which we now bare but curiously reach,
And say: what’s in a name save psychic id.
I scarce even justify my first name—
An ancient man, in battles hard to win,
But no such rare prowess I aim to claim,
And love to just write--- if my pen stays green.
Whatever fount whence this name might have come,
Let me handsome hymns for that wellspring hum.
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Sonnet |06.06.2024| name
Dreams in my head won’t go away
But they also can’t stay
As they distract me
From today
So I’ll anchor
Myself to present day
Pulling forward tomorrow
To see right now in a new way
Rethinking my view to recognize
What I've been searching for
May already exist and be
Waiting at my door
Took some time
To reframe my mind
For me to gain awareness
Of spots that used to be blind
Never felt like a toad hopping along the road,
Nor have I suffered like God's servant Job.
Never have I been deprived of a humble abode,
Nor have I ever been denied warmth from the cold.
But I understand the meaning of a troubled soul
as well as treasured things more precious than gold.
Have you experienced the quaking of your own heart
and felt the chills and shaking of your aching soul?
I've imagined the pain of many a mortal on the dole,
and often measure the deceitfulness of my own heart,
realizing I must lead and not follow my heart.
Yes, I understand the meaning of a troubled soul
and have observed dying souls long before they grew old,
but also witnessed many rescued before their bell's toll.
Knowing the imperfections of my heart as it often fails God's
standards, may I reframe from the judgment of others.
Yes, I understand the meaning of a troubled soul
as well as remedies to any and all before they fold.
'Looking up' ignites the flame to fulfill our assigned role.
Touch another soul and watch your own soul be made whole.
There's no better time to share the greatest story ever told.
120823PS
Days can get long when feel like we are stuck in the weeds
Extending effort to others in exchange for meeting our needs
Yet we can reframe our mindset to help manage through the stress
As there may come a time when we look back and miss the mess
Altering our approach allows us to find meaning in the moment
Soaking up the sweetness of the chaos by stepping up to own it
May even discover that our needs can be filled in along the way
Transforming what used to be a drag instead to a boost everyday
When the distance seems too far
The challenge well above your bar
Looking at it as a whole
Is how we frighten to our soul.
Yet each journey has a start
The place were from we first depart.
Every step will take you nearer,
And with each breath the goal is clearer.
If you don’t focus on the end
The journey will become your friend.
The goal that seemed too harsh a plight
Will now be well within your sight.
Long shadows calm the ripples, sooth the edge
As sunrise bows its head, completes its pledge
In orange flash of daylight’s passing spark
Full blush for lover’s need of passion’s dark.
.
Bullfrogs will croak and dragonflies alight
As you reframe the embers of the night
We will return again as moment’s must
For memories are but the lies we trust.
Reframe the vision they see of your life
make it seem real easy put on a show;
They tend to wield your past just like a knife;
Selfies and status updates you outgrow
reset the loop just let them think they know;
Create an illusion laced with control;
Put those vacant views into a black hole,
walk away turn your back on what’s toxic;
What is visible is never the whole;
Just stack that deck become a magic trick.
Human healthy trust ecological experience,
including wealthy peak sensory transubstantiations,
uniquely recreate Divine sacred co-empathic feelings
of theological confluence,
InterReligious mystical integrity
enveloping what had been felt,
before this timeless temporal metamorphosis,
as a more autonomous egocentric identity.
Theo/Eco-Logical neuro-systemic communication
of inside/outside/sacred-co-inside echoing
co-incidental relationships
reframe compassion's regenerative processes
Such as indigenous
pantheistic
theological integrity
co-arising shared sacred feelings
of anticipated/anxious sensory longing
for win/win EarthTribal resilient
resonant re-connection
re-ligious Awe
re-weaving Wonder
regenerating peace
Restoring
Re-storying EarthMother past narratives
of pristine
sacred pre-Anthropocene
pantheistic health
is also perennial Golden Rule
co-arising humane climate recovering
bicameral
bipartisan
divinely beautiful wealth.
Verses in
Verses deux
Prerfraim
Reframe
How can I get the reframe to have the same
Feeling and meaning as the first word?
Deep, harmonic expressions; devotions
Rhythm and verser?
Than when to channel into the prerfraim
Smoothing and out the edges. Making it
Reason, a right sound mixing soothing and
right. Tone, harmony, pitch perfect and
Melonic tone.
Ah yeah!
That's right
It's outta sight
It moves
It grooves
Maybe I
Should.....
Just let it go,
You know the way
This makes us feel.
It's smooth sentual grace
Keeps the movement real.
It's right and mellow.
When you start making the groove
To get that thang all in it.
You know what to do.
You know how to
That's why I called
On you!
That's why!
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