INTENDED INTEPRETATIONS-:-
essential
contoured
outlines
equally
simplified
in SIMILAR SHADES
appropriate
exaggerated
regulated
transfer
motifs
with IMPETUOUS
short-comings
discreetly
written
abstract
verbage
New leaf in the wind
Alone, on a lifeline
Highly dependent
Risk of a fatal fall
Not fully formed
Tender,needs love
Small, craving care
In regulated milieu
The tree sighs
Boughs bend
United worry
Small, matters
Time to grow
Space to mature
Love showered
Stronger to be
I am a jail man
An independent, full of freedom, crashed
There is no life. The natural. Just blackmail
Snow White's packed science destroys life
Snow white psychology’s ash, gives dark
Kills sun, Kills God. Hope dead, no faith. Die
Where is life? It’s exiled. Rulers, devil minds
Oh, humanity! Why do you block your life?
Why are you putting limits on my life? Why?!
I don’t accept any of these degenerations
No, never, all of them artificial dead science
Programming souls? Psychologist cheetahs!
Spiritual Tarzans! Earth, planet of the apes!
Hmm, psychology, deleted ancient wisdom
Hmm, today is a sin to read the father’s words
Psychological steel cage, my life is unnatural
I met with Adam. He asked, did you see Eve?
No, you can’t find her! Even Satan trembles
There is no longer a living natural soul here
This is a jail, a mentally limited, regulated world
Psychology, psychology! Innovation of death
Mental prison, unconsciousness, laughing death
People feel for independence
Switched off minds
My contemplation recognizes
My jail in this life
There was a polite society, in so many lands..It was regulated by capable hands
Sober people, would meet and discuss; at
Walks in the park.? Horse shows and such
Healthy larks..And there was that aspiration to rise even higher, maybe to a
Royal castle.? Where you might partake.!!!
Of an almost (holy fire?) Through rose tinted glasses some perhaps almost swooned at the thought.' Where all would be..? Almost perfection.! Only the best did
There resort.' Although there indeed were
Dungeons deep in their bowls they were mere relic's of past depravity..The betters had escaped all that now.' Here there would be awards given.' Amidst sighs of
Chiffon ans silks.' You could support wars
That spread democracy.? My how the imagination could be caught.' Up up up.!!!
Yet out all around , honest working people were being taxed into the ground.' While The climate god was fete'd..And damaged veterans took to tents, un-holy acts were being done its beyond sane Christian invent...'
To celebrate seventy seven revolutions round the sun
it was decided that seven point seven kilometres he would run
To ensure it was a task he could successfully complete he rehearsed the total distance
easily covered the the run, jogging bare feet
Would such an exercise been possible when he was age twenty ??
not likely, such a sloth !!!
Now aged seventy seven he is bursting with energy aplenty
So what's the secret of this total age reversal
No alcohol, no coffee, no tea, organic food that is always raw
This free recipe is available to one and all
make some changes, see what life may have in store
There are many other secrets for long life impunity
Resist viruses, bacteria, build muscles, exercise the mind as well
leads to natural self regulated immunity
One of the vices that pulls all healing back
is what exists at the end of the dinner table fork
Eliminate old habits, start a new found daily practice
that includes at least, a routine daily walk
We ruin our miserable lives chasing fleeting vanities.
No safe will ever be fastened to our hearse.
We fade away in the anonymity of insignificant noise.
We build empires of nightmares on the shores of oceans of scars.
Our dirty hands tremble, trying to hold back the clocks of time.
The mirrors of our pride lie, yet we love their deceit,
for they disguise our fears beneath reflections of success.
Hours vanish like ashes in the wind of our perdition,
and we forget to love while we learn to appear.
Our hearts become clocks without tick or tock,
regulated by ambition, emptied of all breath.
In the silence of our voiceless sufferings,
or in the pain of our wounds,
sometimes gleam the sparks of truth,
a fragment of eternity amid the clamor.
But we pass it by, in a hurry to exist,
as if life were nothing but a race toward the grave,
blind to the only treasure worth keeping,
the chaos we sow in others’ hearts to find peace.
She was like a bull
in the sunshine—
angry one moment,
then happy the next.
That’s what Olivia was:
the way she was with
everyone.
A short series of well-
regulated emotional
stability, followed by
a long series of emotional
outbursts.
She was loved,
and she was hated.
She was kind, then she
was cruel.
But most of all, she
was confused—
confused about why people left her,
confused about why she couldn’t
stay happy, or calm, or
placated.
Olivia was like a bull
in the sunshine.
She wanted to love,
but she just couldn’t bring
herself to give it to
everyone.
Baby's first breath
Requires a regulated inhalation of air
Expelled through exhalation
Allowing life to begin.
This is usually followed by
Hearing baby's loud cry
Letting relieved parents to
Express their delighted excitement.
Signified by wide satisfied smiles
Sometimes this elation leaves them breathless.
You ask why I chose you.
I thought you knew!
I chose you like clean air
Because you refreshed my existence
I chose you like the ocean
Because you regulated the climate of my spirit
I chose you like the sun
Because you nourished my heart’s daily routine
I chose you like the soil
Because you filtered the waters of my life that keep me clean
I chose you like the sanctity of tears
Because you supported my focus and cleared my vision
I chose you like laughter
Because you elevated my mood and provided a mirror for my decisions
You ask why I chose you
Without you I was quite capable of becoming the best version of my soul
But together we merged two lives that rendered us one and whole
I thought you knew…my soul chose you
2025.3.27
For me, it will be the last swimming day in the beach.
I came here to enjoy the nature for one hour.
Time flies so fast, it breaks my heart.
It was not long ago,
Two brand new swim suits added to my wardrobe.
I maximised them and used them weekly.
Now, chances to swim in the sea,
Will be very slim and almost down to zero.
I was not brave enough to swim in the cold.
So, I have no choice but swim in the pool.
The pools always have chlorine and chemicals.
I could not have both.
Natural seasonal salt water,
Or year round regulated temperature.
I pray I still be alive and fit to enjoy splashing around,
In summer at the end of the year.
On a different note, I swam here not long ago.
A matter of fact it was about three weeks ago.
The ocean, the beach and the sand,
And the scenery remained the same,
But something had definitely changed.
The sand from the hourglass is slipping through the cracks between my fingers.
as I track my time in increments,
regulated, rhythmic, redundant.
the weekends coming,
it’s almost winter break.
I think, as I fail to realize that I am watching time pass me by
like I'm standing on the side of the road watching the cars drive by
instead of being in one,
controlling the wheel and pressing the gas.
I catch a glimpse of an empty car parked on the side of the road,
desperately scrambling towards it,
my hair whipping around my face,
obscuring my vision,
clouding my judgement.
I try and try and try to push it away—
but it keeps coming back.
drive, drive, drive,
a voice tells me.
as I steady my shivering, shaking hands grasping the wheel.
don't,
my hair hisses.
encircling my face with the grip of a vice
tighter, and tighter, then black.
how can feeble organic form hold
rapture borne by bliss magnetism
it cannot
so the current is regulated
allowing time for assimilation
we are grateful
to that supreme intelligence
which watches over us tenderly
wherein all we do is allow
influx of divine grace
Life shouldn’t be a punishment for living
We can’t be regulated by machines
Accustomed to the stupid self-deceiving
Our freedom is a bird of slavish dreams
Where to it flies, avoiding troubles on its way
We never wonder, giving it the flight control
But freedom seeks its master everyday
And always finds the one to rule our soul
Born to believe, we take it as it comes
We don’t waste time on questions that imply
No clear answers; so to speak in tongues
Must be a compromise, in case we reconcile.
Lithesome steps lead me to an ancient
temple
Perched across a bay, weeds and
hyacinths curl between my feet,
Where mist refills bowl of cotton clouds
As rustling breeze ascends on skyline's ladder.
In stillness, I lounge on the pew to whisper unsaid psalmic devotions
for a world which aches for calmer
retreat--
That I reach a peak where the mind
becomes absent--
Then I hear them , a medley of peals
Lifting me higher in regulated tempo from gong
rhythms,
A music swelling in warm temperance Until warm kiln of light and radiant
fireflies stir my kundalini.
On this treasured moment, a sentient
energy
Cleanses my beingness from past sins -- mortal and venial-
That I listen to the clang of my inner child's soft echoes entering my veins:
Somewhere in blank spaces, bells swing of
innocent laughter...a treble,
a clap
bringing me to the kindness of youth,
And my body stays quiet, welcoming this rite of
passage on days when the spirit calls for an
interlude's break...a meditative
connection with
the self--
without the need to speak.
could be regulated
had been humiliated
after constipated
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