I could know no Self
without an Other
We could have no Child
without an EarthMother
No Ego
without an Earth-bound EcoSystem
I could understand no male
linear formation dominantly prominent
without a co-responding female circling
inflowing/outgrowing concomitance
I could not know severance bipolar
of either/or discursive logic
without feeling round wombed dipolar
environmental both/and nurturing
spiraling positive reiteration
revolving rounds of communication
seasonally developing
ecological peak nurturing communion
I could not form
positive 1
if not for informing/outgoing
co-passionate bipartisan
co-invested bilateral
binomial duo-binary
not negative co-related
half full-out/empty-in 0.
You’re doing it wrong, she said.
I kept doing it my way.
I wouldn’t do it that way, she stated emphatically.
Her reiteration amused me.
She has never had a child, yet she knows how I should raise my six.
Let me show you how to do it, she suggested haughtily.
I’m good, I replied.
Wondering about her solitary life,
and her all-knowing ways and her expert in child rearing
How does she live by herself, wasting all of this wisdom?
Am I slipping
Feel myself sliding on vacant
Some quiet un-moment
Seems receding languidly dripping
Loose and losing any importance
Of my story-line nothing could punctuate
Vague entwines a thoughtless hour
A broken eyewitness circulates
Am I vanishing
Gliding the intermittent spiral
A whirlpools inconsistent fragmenting
Draws me internal
I feel myself becoming silent
Time recollection meanders
A slow drip into conscious forgetting
Another part remembering
Am I disappearing
I do not think
Seeing is thinking me
Becoming what I see
This internal external description
Enfolding me
I am fading
Lost to an immensity
Inside me
Is not me
Outside of me
Is more than I could touch
Becoming free
I am floating
A leaf cut adrift
Flotsam on the tide of emptying
And provenience grows
On toward a horizons hypnotizing
Quiet contains its source
As it flows
I glide
Where are my thoughts
Am I slipping
The rain of life is falling
Into my mind
All to a space
No time
No place
Am I increasing
With this wind in motions precision
The rain of life is filling
Falling remembers an echo
Ripples internal their intersection
Traveling through my mind
Could Be Combination of Each Reiteration
What we found was certain combination,
Considered contained in each reiteration,
We needed to use,
Without any abuse,
Successfully adapting to every situation.
Jim Horn
Maybe some politicians may happen to
discover them some day.
I loved the honesty.
Netflix, chill then what.
I'd love to unfold you all night.
A reiteration of
Laying on our backs
No longer hesitant.
No longer ignorant.
Transcending the labels we both keep inside.
Suggesting that there's more to appearance.
Standing in the chills of liberation.
We soon were caught in
Organized noise
Lost in flims of smoke
All night long.
Shall we roll another or two.
If I told you right then whose wrong,
Two separate interpretations.
Each to send tremors of truth of what's really happened.
Netflix waits in response
Mahogany fingertips.
Intellectual stimulation.
I forgot errythang I was supposed to be doing.
I concur wholeheartedly with this unexpected attraction.
The television a distraction.
Current circumstances.
Thinking about you
Open invitation
And Like that.
I had this overwhelming urge.
I don't know what came over me.
I asked God is this the route I should take.
This habit of association.
To weed out what may seem to be selfish.
Time is of the essence.
This illusion of what is definite or what may not be.
Certainly this proclamation arrived out of nowhere.
Again I asked.
Notating my lack of patience.
I found the choir of mind without direction.
They stood and hummed.
Some in que.
Others were all over the place.
Without a podium or overreaction to the problem.
Amen, acknowledging your grace.
This aura highlighting sudden fixation.
I sought guidence.
Leaving the trail Whince I came.
I felt pain in my rib.
A spiritual curriculum decided by what's missing.
Again I asked.
More left to the imagination
A reiteration of urge.
The potency of silence.
Engaged by a look.
I understood what the choir was saying
FRAMED
In submitting my last résumé
Jessica Rabbit inspires me to say
Though some call me a cad
I’m not really that bad
It’s just that I was drawn this way
There’s a catch in assigning creation
Of our being in all its summation
To another as source
Who gave them the force?
Cue: an infinite reiteration
Still if I were the artist divine
And it were in my power to assign
All the features impose
Including the nose
I’d draw one much better than mine
Inspired by the film:
- Who framed Roger Rabbit
I close my eyes and feel you so near
A heat a warmth my souls desire in every way my dear
Long thought gone buried amiss lost to me
But these words do not escape my lips you see
Hunger is my hearts’ desire but is it Love?
I dare not play this lustful game
You taunt and tease with words like please
You truly have no shame
The points of pleasure are your plus
Reiteration to make a plan Discuss we must
You speak to me when you are near
I feel your heat no words I hear
Were you to touch or hold me close
I fear I could never let you go
A prisoner within my soul
A secret love I trust to hold.
#LOVE IS...
not always blood relation, nor is it familiarity within a nation; but when it's spoken and *FELT* in Universal elation...this speaks volumes to those vibrations; we all know those whom we've known for years but that doesn't mean LOVE endears...relatives, friends, distance occurs... on estranged levels; that's NOT Love Preferred*
Do you know what to me is beautiful to receive...when you meet a few rare gems and you know without a shadow of a doubt what their character is all about...Depth, Respect, and Genuine Caring; if this is missing* this results in a dissing and no matter the status, this won't make for good Pairing...
I, myself have met strangers...where soon enough I didn't sense a danger and discernment was certainly exercised; we often forget...in the beginning that's how we ALL met and here is something that I've certainly come to realize*
When your HEART* and BRAIN* Feels Grand and your SPIRIT Understands; when it Doesn't have to EVER be Questioned...that's when you Know* that LOVE HAS NO EXPIRATION!
This Is MY Reiteration, an Important* Exclamation and One That I Stand By, Indeed...
LOVE IS...*LOVE*
©Renee Denise Gross?? 12/12/2017#
Over and over
Again and again
Echo, echo
Reiteration
Throwing a ball
To and fro
Taking a walk
Away we go
Busy work
Filing files
Nighttime clerk
Stocking isles
Same ole same
Everything
No change
To cause pain
reverberation
responding reiteration
answering my call
Again I see you, again you return to me again you remain, I am unable to move
Without reiteration of your presence; you make me aware always, and again
Never is never to be.' as all is possible still more than imagination is.'
That is reality in its ever change, of opportunity there will be no end.
You begin again in renewal, as snowdrops bloom in biting wind cold
Old ever the opposite to youth, & that is part of forever without finish
Outside is waiting unbelief. & echoing throughout existence willingness
New day is sprung of itself, indifferent to broken dreams or the longest nights
Lessons are given; forgotten.' again & again; life's spirals weave dream & destiny's
REVELATIONS BEYOND HORIZONS
Horizontal planes through the eyes of the observer
Parallel lines converge-- perpetual infinity
The vanishing point, hide and seek timeserver
Perspective sphere handwritten by God
Hallowed hemispheres hallucinating human hypothesis
Horizon separating earth and sky, a blue-golden rod
Resurrection revealing the righteous reality
Reiteration, a celebration resounding restoration
Eyes opened exposing God’s radiant potentiality
The realization of a brand new re-creation
Radiant retrospection representing His unfailing love
Word of God of inspired - regenerated Holy Revelation
Kim van Breda-- February 2013
Music is a reiteration of self
Humbling a wide selection of conceptions
That trade away masquerades so that the truth will be dealt
It’s shown in my ears, defiance of my peers
Deliver an astonishing attempt
At artful resentment
But
As it goes,
I’d rather uphold my vision of such proceedings
And holster my dumb-droll to the cadence of rest
Rhythmus frivolous destructive creativity ascribed as venomous
But I assert for what its worth it’ll draw a plaid on your shirt
Into your blank-faced words that couldn’t draw upon the surface
What a few detergent rounds could instill into the sound
Note, a voice’s only weakness, it destroys the facetious
Observe
The house is stained with,
Your nostalgic memories:
Reiteration.
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