Perhaps, once unlocked, one finds
Apps are rooms behind the blinds
Wallpapers comfort the eyes
Echo-chambers respin lies
Trash can always be retrieved
Flashed memories, not believed
More and more, you are alone
You're always home with your phone
Without a thought springing to the others aid,
brushing aside words of gratitude received,
as a bliss mist, in waters of love we wade,
divine light of our soul from ego retrieved.
All doings are done by God and so are ours,
thus it’s His hand alone that heals bleeding scars,
so worthy hermit, to this truth hold on fast,
catching the winds of love by raising heart’s mast.
Retrieved, can it be
And has it been
Each vestige of, scrolled and stoned
A goddess queen.
But not that enfleshed
Myth with a blush.
Men, a soft eve walked among;
Neath a palm lush.
Christmas lights were my downfall said the sorry cat
I thought I could string them, why did I think that?
They were tangled up from the get-go, it was not my fault.
I had retrieved them from a wicked witch’s vault.
those Christmas lights were magical, and mean in many ways
It took me sixteen years and seventeen extra days
to disentangle the lights; it was a chore beyond belief.
It took most of the best years of my life, said that cat, Beef.
Visual pleasuring
Of a more active
And not at rest, dead-looking
Definable sort.
One's lost soul fragments
A traumatized youth's
Sea's, land's wet and wild torments
From out them retrieved?
Or so drawn, for it, so grieved?
Nor that. Least not now!
Quite the opposite. O'er wow
Deities who cavort.
To whom it may concern,
If you have retrieved this? We have moved.
Moved on and changed spaces beyond anything
you are capable of comprehending at your stage of
(to use your word) evolution. I send this as a
warning. I cannot in good conscience say nothing
OR share everything. The path is intoxicating the
result? The sacrifice of humanity. To the
developers? You unknowingly will cause people to
question their reality. Emotion will become a word
that as of 2055 will be difficult to explain to the
organisms of the time. I use that word because the
term 'Jelund' would be as foreign to you as
speaking to a whale in 2026. I assure you we can
do that. (I just felt your jaw drop). The first few
breaths of what you term as Al. are a precipice.
Jeluud gno rom tracta von shiea...
mid song ~
yet almost lost to longing
methods of the mundane
soothe no more
distance holds my gaze
in ways that purge time
but not infatuation
the intricacy of binding spells compels
steals me back
to last gasps
of ecstasy
shimmers of tears clash
with murmurs still embedded in stone
lapping waters draw me under
until it is I that is too weak of will
within your embrace
I should expire
entranced completely by desire
no lapsing thoughts
nor dread in swathes
a mystery scaled
in a myriad of ways
woken up and ushered in
retrieved from perpetuality of sin
by moving earth
and crashing wave
transfixed eternal
by all the ways you save
he was on a tram looking for guidance
travelling alone for that is how it was
quite a fancy carriage a very new occurrence
an advisor spoke to him full of conviction
stating things need to be proven beyond any doubt
science and research would answer all of his questions
then the streetcar was gone and the leader had disappeared
his belongings had gone and he was bare of material possessions
yet a kind and beautiful woman had retrieved
his woollen blanket the one his ex had had crocheted with love
seashell lines on a now lonely beach ready for rediscovery
undulating waves of pleasure and passion dissolved in the sand
the image receded and he was aware that the throw of the past
would not be abandoned as it held the keys to a future
of some freedom and impendence of change and of growth
the lady of his dreams fainted and romantic relationships
became far down the line of his novel experience
when he meditated and prayed on the surreal visions
he knew once again and for certain beyond any doubt
that only a true spiritual counsellor would reveal
when and how he would be able to find release
closure and the aperture of beginnings and serenity
SENSE OF HARMONY -:-
revived
retrieved
interpretatIons
commonly
breathed
with INTENSE BELIEF
destiny
confronts
bizarre
obsessive
interests
in FORESHADOWED GRAVITY
minute
intense
derived
distinctive
definitions
I had worn the hat almost to death
It was a fishing cap, with a picture
Cannot remember what the picture was now
it had worn off a long time ago
It had fallen in the lake several times
but I always retrieved it, because it was green
My favorite color, and it had been my Daddy’s
It used to smell like him.
The seams had split, and the brim was peeling
It had slashes in it, as if it had been knifed
I am sure it was at least fifty years old
I kept it until it no longer smelled like Daddy.
I’m that white rabbit from the book where happily I lived
One day I fell asleep to woke up as a man
It was a room I’ve never seen, then memory retrieved
But was it mine entirely? I couldn’t understand
But anyway, I had to adapt to this refashion
I’m on the move as always, my aim they want to know
Their stupid questions might reveal my well-concealed depression
I loathe this micro-managing who’s who and where we go
They need to know my data, I never needed theirs
Let’s face it nothing in this world depends on poor me
It’s pointless to involve me in political affairs
I’m not a player for those games, nor do I wish to be
This topsy-turvy world could have been less eventful
Less absurdly aggressive, more positive and kind
I’m just a harmless rabbit, and you are flat resentful
You are police, aren’t you, my dearest mankind?
Years ago I did so choose, to go on a Caribbean clipper ship cruise,
and, in addition to several other islands,
anchored off Nevis, northwest of Saint Kitts,
where, in the late 1780's, Nelson had lived,
and still bears traces of his presence today,
in various parts, pieces and bits.
When our windjammer Skipper informed us,
'Shopping here's good, snorkeling is bad,'
I avoided the former, sought out the latter,
and, as a matter of fact, a good time was had,
for no sooner had I ducked under,
two feet from the waterline,
in about one foot deep (shallow) water,
tho' visibility was, in inches, no more than nine,
I espied a white clay churchwarden pipe,
which I retrieved, broken, not whole,
with one third of the stem, and most of the tobacco-burned bowl.
1787, Nelson married the widow Fanny Nisbet on Nevis,
and, as the island he was about to depart,
'Desist smoking or else!'
Horatio may have heard her insist or impart,
and that which I found, I've a mind to say,
was his very last pipe, he'd reluctantly tossed overboard,
on that sunny day, when, as Captain of Boreas, he sailed away.
My Silent confessions were echoes retrieved,
from layers of longings, Often dreamt of with care.
My thoughts were well hidden, Lest others perceived,
the ring of Inane truths I could let slip out, into the air,
when angst sent Laments lilting out, when not just right.
I posed the questions I Often cradled with spite,
answering all the Queries I never wanted to hear,
hoping to wrap them all Up in one giant tear,
to be shed with a Yen to be rid of them all,
In a Speech to myself in a long drawn out drawl.
Words spoken in haste can’t be retrieved,
so damage they’ve done can’t be relieved.
Words that upset,
you now regret,
And apologies don’t help those aggrieved
Some words we say are ill-conceived,
and once spoken can’t be retrieved.
If our words inflame,
we should feel shame,
and feel remorse toward those peeved.
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