HOPE WITH NO FEAR
What do you see
When you see me
A person who hears voices
A person who hears strange voices.
Tell me what do you see
When you see me
A person who relies on medication
A person without any dedication.
I'll tell you what you see
When you see me
I'm a person with hope
A person learning
How to cope
With life when it comes around
With things that often get me down.
So what ever you see
When you see me
Don't think I'm weird nor strange
As I'm a person with hope
With every new day.
Oh my dear guy, See the top of the sky, Don't ask everything why, Aim to do all things high, Don't be always cry, Each thing relies on every try.
For Ilene Bauer
You’ll never hear a pangolin
play the violin or mandolin
for no pangolin is musical.
though the pangolin relies
on arpeggios of scales
unheard but hard as nails
to ward off hungry enemies –
a major key in its survival.
(P.S. One of its distinctions
is its meat tastes like chicken.
It's other, its scales used as medicine.
And if continued to be eaten
will sadly face extinction.)
Belief defies logic.
Faith leaps beyond belief or reason.
We cherish beliefs because they are indeed irrational.
You can't prove a negative in an open system without boundaries.
Absence of evidence doesn't provide evidence of absence or non-existence.
Even the most rational belief systems rest on untestable or unfalsifiable beliefs, or intuitions.
Belief in God or Gods, relies on answers to mental "what if questions",
Which defy logic, because the concept of God is neither logical nor rational.
For to God and their believers, everything and anything, is possible all at once forever.
The problem with the belief in God or Gods lies not within the believers,
But when they thrust their beliefs and their consequences upon others.
Let it be - respect beliefs for what they are to one selves alone.
Imagine- - beliefs that are mutually respectful not mutually disrespectful of others,
Believe what you will, and what you want to believe, about God and Gods,
I'm totally OK with that,
But please respect my beliefs, quandaries, doubts, mind-games and dis-beliefs as well.
Humanity might get wiped out of the surface of earth.
And nature wouldn’t care.
It is in its kind to go.
Undisturbed!
Uncaring!
For the infant that helplessly relies on her.
For nature nothing ever begins.
Ever ends!
Ever exists!
desultery
make-believe
festooned
in
patterns
of
.pleasured
opulence
a
cornucopia
of
hedonist
innovation
flourishing
interludes
of seismic
seranades
embracing
sumptious
magnificence
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sensibility
peering
provoking
reponsibilty
embroidering
language
resembling
affectionate
enthusiasm
whilst
weaving
a tapestery
into
obsession
of
affulent
aesthetic
curiosities
of
simplicity
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thoughts
feelings
fantasies
boundaries
in space
&
time
hazy
touching
embolden
upbeat
coherent
organic
notions
oftimes
unpredictable
endeavours
unmediated
unmeasured
deepest
urges
of
the
unimaginable
yet
gratefully
gleaned
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OPEN FORM VERSE
in the
shadows
flesh
& feelings
a silent
prescence
intensifies
colours
contrast
dance
alive
in
tentative
abstractions
in
a
heady
interlude
of
daily
drama
in
an assertive
equilibrium
of
an undisclosed
integrity
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PROSE PRONUNCED
transformed
now
seen
& heard
each
inflection
injected
with
a pregnant pause
accent
dialect
& emphasis
brings
clarity
to thought
voiced alone
words
once dead
black on white
now rest
within
the hearer’s ear
once imagined
sounds
become
a
unique reality
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late summer
at midnight
my candle
burned alone
then
diverged
as beauty
walked
into my heart
a sweet love
beauty
suddenly
like
the cool
morning dew
an air
that
became
a refrain
to me
of
love
of thee
whose name
is
a red rose
:??
The oldest child.
Or the second parent.
The one that everyone relies on, the one who's need to be the model for the youngest siblings.
Who have dreams but soon turned into nightmares. Childhood? No, the oldest child doesn’t really have one, taking care or the youngest siblings were childhood for them.
Is the one who get blamed one for mistakes that youngest siblings have did, clean the mes from other, doesn't earn the respect they truly deserve.
Need to be successful to make their parents proud, carrying the weight of endless expectations on their shoulders, put on fake smiles too make everyone happy but who makes the oldest child happy?
They live were already written before they even existed and forced to grow with it.
Never heard the words" I am so proud of you" buts words that they were used to hear as"Why couldn't you be more like you cousin/friend)
They try their best, but somehow their best is never enough.
But you may ask" How do you know if all of that is true?"
..well I am an oldest child too, sad right..?
Laid on my cold bed
Teething, raw and primal
To be mindless, to focus on what's inside.
A closed door, yet God's eyes are piercing through.
Sweat and tears run down,
My thighs wet with tears, two petals spread open
The night is potruding, my eyes are tired and dry
Raw pleasure and drowning shame leaves a bittersweet aftertaste.
Raw vulnerability, slicing open
Yet to let go leaves me hollow
But if man only relies on his instinct,
What difference still lingers between him and a hungry animal?
T’would seem the edge of beauty unexposed
Relies upon the images it stirs
More so than that, forever’s loving rose
Though faded knows she was the one he chose
For memory, though dark, still holds its flame
Dim light to weave its way through grayish stones
Cold winds that whisper long forgotten names
As distant bells lament their silenced tones
Thus, does she speak in dandelion tongue
Her mocking beauty rivaling the sun
For love it seems remains forever young
Its whispers of forever - ever sung
For beauty is the guise of lust’s demise
Weeping beneath its shadowy grey skies
a tribute to Mondrian
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