Butterball Bird
O Butterball Bird, please stop resisting
and get into the sink, for a seasoned bath
Then jump into the roasting pan, so you can bake,
in the hot oven and have a shower of broth.
Believe me, I know how you feel;
rejoining the clan isn't possible in this life-
You're here in answer to our prayer
Oh, Butterball Bird, this is where you're supposed to be.
Disappearances
Things leave me
Without reason or rhyme
Just gone.
Case in point: my recent, brand new cellphone.
Secured to a loop by my belt, in a case.
Gone. Overnight.
I know how it sounds,
But this happens to me
More often than I like to think about.
Perhaps there is some kind of negative field about me.
Regardless, this isn't the thing that really upsets me.
What really upsets me is the knowledge
That nowadays I'm basically not allowed NOT to have this item.
20 years ago, I got along perfectly fine without it.
Now, my whole life, my connections to everything
Disappear without it.
There's an upside:
No more doomscrolling.
No more listening in by who knows who,
Even when it's turned off.
Yet, if I want to live an ordinary life in any way,
I'll have to replace it,
Laboriously filling back in every last contact and detail of my life,
So that with its reappearance
I can make disappear, again,
Every shred of privacy
Every note of solitude
I ever once thought I might've had
For the sake of rejoining the endless shoals
Of faceless fishes
Our masters are casting their nets for
All day
All night.
Heaven leans earthward
to heart's open doorway
yin and yang entwine
from one, two were born—
in love's clasp they merge again
Breath builds the arch bridge
spirit rises, grace descends
phases kept waiting—
each breath in opens the mind
for the spirit to enter
Rain falls unbidden
as grace drops upon tilled soil
in homecoming joy
with the bliss of two, now one
rejoining with grace a pace!
This life is but one
of many --
for I am a many,
experiencing as one;
This love is all love
in one --
while greater love
is the many,
loving as one --
time is a certain time,
with innate memory of
when time was timeless,
as the soul re-forms for it yearns --
rejoining the many,
recalling all the many,
that the many~ is our blessed one --
He soars above the heat,
High above, sun’s right hand man,
Watching the mewling amateurs underneath.
His sight instills fear,
Though too high to steal a glance,
Where he navigates, his war cries they hear.
His vision recognises,
In a staggering second he dives,
Rejoining the chasm of sky and sea divided.
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Quick-witted, untamed, and carefree.
Earth, air, fire, and water—nothing scares me.
Every species is waltzing in an epic symphony.
A maze within a five-pointed star is a mystery.
We launch into the sky in a zigzag path.
Our limbs plead as if they had no lath.
With the aim of rejoining the cosmic dance.
To witness the vitality of our core stance.
The earth underneath us starts to swirl.
We're jamming while we whirl and twirl.
With each stride, we settle into a rhythm.
As we're pulled along by the cosmic prism.
Fire breaks down throughout our souls.
As we journey through the cosmic whole.
Life is a dance with an unending objective.
As our tasks in space start to blur, fictive
There is water everywhere around us now.
As we bear our peace with the cosmic vow.
At this time, we would wish to draw a bow.
Since our being is one with cosmic endows.
Written: June 07, 2023
You are always on my mind
You were a priceless find!
Life without you is a constant struggle
I so miss holding you close to snuggle
Our life together was for the ages
Our wonderful story is a book with countless pages
I know you're at peace in Heaven now
Rejoining you there is my solemn vow!
Prayer without indemnity,
prejudice, or blame,
weaponizing Diety…
a dogma-based refrain
Through Him our Divinity
rejoining heart and mind,
to truly know Who reigns supreme
last sacrament defined
Religion like the training wheels
discarded when we we’re young,
to free the rider in the wind
—His spokes forever spun
(Easter Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
enchanting in her way,
she beckons us to join.
kissed by doubts sweet whisper,
envisioning loss of certitude.
wandering, wandering, off;
precipice to precipice,
hungrily returning worried,
lest one day we lose our way.
caught in the vortex of our ache.
lost to the forest of rejoining.
life or death.
what you may think of it I do not know,
perpetual tug of war,
relinquished never firmly nor complete,
for fear of irreversible defeat.
yet the hunger burns,
the moth to candle’s flame returns.
it matters not the truths of which we know,
enchantment will in halves continue grow.
and she will beckon call to me
and I shall with reluctance go.
Executive orders signing spree
Quite a start for old JB
Killed off the jobs of myriad employees
Put a chokehold on the oil industry
But in the name of his pitch for unity
Lets look at JB's orders with impunity
Rejoining the 2015 Paris 'dialogue-ees'
He's eased up on our good friends, the Chinese
Plus he's helped so many radicals smile with glee
Like Ms. Omer, Ms. Tlieb, Bernie and AOC
Not to mention old pros like Schumer and Pelosi
Now on to re-engage Iran, Obama's lose-lose strategy
Canceling rents and student loans in late February
Open the borders ~ Here comes amnesty
Here I go again
Dancing the Monster’s fancy
Until the curtain
Final curtain call
Chancing all my sanity
Final curtain fall
I went off my meds
Let the Monster out instead
To control my head
Daemon’s back as well
He tells me drinking is swell
As far as I’ll tell
“Five o’clock somewhere”
Daemon whispers in my ear
I unchain him there
Inside this old box
This rude cube contains my brains
Chained and bound with locks
I know not myself
This thing becoming again
I’m damned; I’m in hell
Feeds on what it needs
The killer; the strangler
Of good thoughts and deeds
The mind re-succumbs
Becomes the Doppelganger
Bereft of life, numb
Zombie I've become
Again, like the living dead
Acting, not thinking
All willpower’s lost
Price paid, but greater the cost
Wind swept; tempest tossed
Back on the dread-mill
Mind rerunning the race lost…
Can’t keep my head still
The revisiting
Monster back on the attack
Nothing kills this thing
Daemon’s there as well
Rejoining the dance macabre
Going back to hell
Sinister turning
Echoes the words, “We are back”
Can’t stop returning…
My brain's in remission the last few days
Nothing creative has evolved, nothing out of the haze
Something needs oiling
Some pipes need rejoining
Needs to go to the shop to determine my malaise
At our final moment when we leave all of this
And our loved ones are crying for one sorely missed,
In a heavenly light will angels descend
Then take us to heaven where suffering ends.
Or are we afraid, just clutching at straws,
Clinging to the hope that there is something more,
For if not then what, just the abyss
No guiding light no heavenly bliss.
Just part of a cycle from birth unto death
Rejoining the loop, as we take our last breath
Returning to atoms as flesh and bone rot,
Three score and ten, may well be our lot.
If you go first I’ll stomp and shout
I’ll be absolutely furious
I’ll rage and shut out the world
That’s for sure
But one day
I know I’ll come around
And actually be thankful
Because of the two of us
You always said I was the strong one
And because I love you
I would never wish
That bitter fate upon you
If we could not depart as one
For your sake better it be you
I’m more equipped
Or at least that’s what we think
To unleash my wrath
In creative ways
Hoping I’ll not permanently drown
In the deep black hole
Of eternal despair and anxiety
When all is said and done
I'd hope to delve in the pool of inspiration
As I cling to the hope
Of rejoining you
My soulmate
My love
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Therapy is the art,
of placing what's in your mind and heart,
in front of you,
so you can see it clearly,
from all perspectives.
Then you can act once again,
to heal yourself.
Lifting the veil of sadness,
from the shoulders of others.
Those who freely invested their spirits,
facing daunting odds, of finding you again.
Hoping you might find a way, to come back to yourself, from places unknown, and not understood.
Medication can be a tool,
rejoining the weakened and broken pathways of the mind,
torn apart by fear, hurt,
and the losing of your way.
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