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Should I get back
To the randomized drum attack
Or what would you let
Me survive and drum
Upon a double bass drum dream
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Sit a spell young fellow
Hear the whisper of the Dahlia?
She sings in the summer breeze
While protracted sounds of fallow symbiosis
Whine between your ears
What appears by nature randomized
Preselected for your eyes
Hailed to halt the wanderer
You falling into wonder pale
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I'm standing close by a river of rhyme,
where words cascade, in endless pantomime,
each line is a ripple, on the rugose water's crest,
but the chaotic current seems a randomized mess.
I see waves of words riding swells of sonnet,
into concrete verse, only to crash upon it.
There are dark plaintive whirlpools of elegy
and swirling haikus kissing off sharp envoi.
This river of rhyme could wash me away,
with its desperate currents of poetic dismay.
Its sensual verses can become a toxic wine,
oh, God, don’t let me drown in the river of rhyme.
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I stand alone a barking tree, where silent sorrows of ripples flee,
No one hears my calamity, wearing weeps of my raped reality…
Branches droop to ice-cold ground, solitudes surface of their drowned,
Abysmal anguish of leaves have browned, lacrimal echoes of their sound.
Randomized reflections of rivers flow, suffering scourges in their woe,
Ripples raging in their row, creating cabalistic contrasts as they grow…
The forest dense as to populate, the seeds of seduction must copulate,
All is dormant until the eyes dilate, weeping willows that magistrate.
I accept my life near the lamenting lake, weathering wounds as I wake,
The wood whispers as to ache, secluded shadows share the snake…
Wandering waters that ripples bring, vines that struggle in their swing,
Alone in my salvaged spring, where sparrows segregate in their sing.
Gif # 1
02.25.2020
Placed 1'st & POTD...Thank You
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Could be you got
So much attention
Cause you proved
Someone wrong
Walk me through
Your studied result,
It's big picture,
It's randomized study.
It has suckered us
Into this hour's
Outrage-o-meter
With no positive in sight.
Only a dark night
Never ending
Grabbing at ammunition
For death ahead.
The trial unfolding
Before you.
Could be I got
Too much attention
And you figured
Me out.
Take back your inquiry
Add to it hindsight
Rewind on a meridian
Apply your mind to it.
Embrace the equation
The excellent math
Not the easy meth
We're too good for this.
I'm unconvinced.
No more reviews
Or bad grammar,
Past tense positives.
Could be we both
Got it wrong
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At no time sincere.
Sun has risen
Reason into it
Where you're headed.
Spot storms
In the late
Summer of our lives
Plan a vacation.
A visit to Ancientness
Sunshine to rain
Dark guidance
From a mondegreen.
The suited result calculated
Understood, copied and posted.
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In the avalanche, I lost track of my guiding light.
I fled my fireside. I had to evacuate my homestead.
Driven far astray by frenetic frozen fright,
I was just a cowardly racing rescuing airhead.
The wounded wooden face of my brother
lugged away by paramedics in a wheelchair.
My tomb of sleep was my 3 am druthers.
But I called 911, puzzling at my sibling’s stare.
Living and dying from underworld to mountaintop,
the EMTs raised him off the floor like a bag of potatoes.
Everything was breathing pollen and allergen nonstop.
All my raw instincts lacked right or wrong thought flows.
It’s true; I lost poetry. I abandoned my paintings, my pottery,
as though the subverting season of AI sophistry reigned supreme,
as though all creativity was randomized in a human lottery,
as though all consciousness is reduced to a particle beam.
Vacant, these weary eyes roll up in my head.
Vacant, how much long-term despondency to endure?
My brother lives and dies each day in his bed,
defenseless, like a never healing wound with no cure.
My days are distractions, a mad confusing deflection.
I vacated my poetic home, my fireside muse.
I raft the unfamiliar caregiver currents without reflection.
I can’t live forever homeless, maintaining the caregiver ruse.
Sleep now, my brother, knowing life offers you another aim.
Tap resilience from your broken body. This will clear your mind.
My pallet for tending, nourishing, and wiping deserves no acclaim.
Nobody asks for these duties. No one can ever put them behind.
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Written: February 23, 2024
Rumi Quote: “There is a voice that doesn't use words. Listen.”-
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Line of inquiry:
"discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"
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Vivid sense surges with staggering splendor,
A fluid-fetching flow fancies to surrender.
Enabling your soul to uphold the trend,
And as it stirs, so delightfully, transcend.
No diction is required whilst we convey love,
Randomized retorts reveal our reason above.
We perceive touch as a subtle twirling skill,
The cosmos doesn't require any prep drills.
We converge as we engage in teenage play,
Our minds are unrestricted to roam or sway.
Vatic validation verifies a vague version of life,
As one, we grow in harmony, bereft of strife.
Life was hardly fun or pure when I was awake,
Spontaneous, affectionate, and ecstatic break.
A future or past view is at odds with the present.
Risen to reality after years of ruse, apparent.
Cautious ego, everlasting treading lightly,
Surprise is quelled by touch trends tightly.
With a hunched posture, seemingly oblivious,
Bonding sorrow with each breath is insidious.
Heart and head are at odds, never in harmony,
In shadows dwell love and light doth scurvily.
Enticing mind and soul together to compile,
Embracing raw beginnings as our self-guile.
Unpredictability is the hallmark of spontaneity,
Allowing and lively, it exuded awe and acuity.
Alive in hollowness, connected with the divine.
Freely finding fulfillment fiber forward shine.
We have a simmering yearning in our air,
Everlasting flames that are growing bare.
Withies, willow whirling with weedy woe,
Genial greens growing a gulp group glow.
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I found out that God's mercy is bigger than our own
I figured out that God's spirit makes us feel not alone
But, I'm pretty regretful for the abominable sins that I've done
Sometimes, I wish that all my sins and faults would be gone
Really fatigued
Not very intrigued
The arguments we had
Made me feel pretty bad
Pondering...I remember the days when we got along
I don’t want to remember the things we did wrong
Wondering...when will we do each other right once more?
I don’t want to be the one to mend your scars that make us sore
Your accumulating anger hit me to the core
But, there is inner hope and faith in store
There are times when I want to be rid of the turmoil
That gets us into a lot of trouble and run us into the soil
We belong together ultimately and not seperated for life
Peace will be with us forever as long as we vanish the strife
That gives us dispute after dispute and it drives me crazy
Accumulating anger between us turns out to be brawls of blasphemy
What about you quit quilting quarrels?
We are running wild like insane squirrels
The arguments we had
Made you feel quite bad…
Quite amazing how you and I fit together like a perfectly imperfect puzzle
Quiet down the chaos and commotion that makes us feel alone and awful
Extraordinary emotions elevate us in every single shiny corner
So, let us be overwhelmed with it and we’re no longer a forlorner
You shout out that you’re done with me already
I stay silent as a midnight owl in its tranquil tree
You said get out of my sight and I fled from you, you see?
But, I never said for you to be gone or it will give you misery
You left me behind because of the constant anger that brews in our lives
We can’t just sit still in silence and stare at each other until happiness arrives
You got to simmer down your blithing animosity or things will go out of hand
Your displeasure is beyond measure and I can feel it wholeheartedly - I slightly understand where you stand in all this...you feel like a lonesome horse in sinking sand, having no savior rescue you in your precarious land
You and I’s accumulating anger is dangerous to the touch -
I noticed right away the moment you said I hate you so much
I recognized your resentment right away as well as your dread
Instead, put your worries, anxieties and stresses to bed - go ahead!
The treacherous tension built a gigantic wall of wretched woes
Above and below us and it’s wrecking our lives of highs and lows
Our affectionate passion and delight is an incognito mode that cannot be revealed
What’s been broken has been mended for the most part and wounds are concealed
Sorry isn't enough to fix the problems I've started
Like a wildfire in the precious forest of fearfulness
Sorry isn't enough to mend my scars - an island uncharted
I need His forgiveness to set me free from sadness
I know that sorry is an overstatement in some sense
I know I am a fool who talks and talks non-stop in nonsense
I know that I am unwise in Your eyes and seem so dense
I am feeling tension beyond comprehension...I need Your deliverance
I know I've done the same kind of sins multiple times times a multiple times
They are as lunatic, childish and ridiculous as randomized rhymes
And I'm seeking repentance, even though it seems like I take You for granite
I'm sick and tired of giving in to temptation's hold and throwing a tantrum bit by bit
I need Your deliverance,
For being sorry isn't enough...I've had enough
I need Your mercifulness
Even when life gets rough...
I want Your repentance,
For being sorry isn't enough
I need Your joyfulness
Even when mere strife makes us feel less tough
Sorry for being vulnerable to the fleshly lusts from within
Sorry for being unbearably sinful in Your sight once again
Sorry for the accumulating anger you and I have formulated overtime
Sorry for the transgressions that blur out the truth every single time
But, I found out that sorry isn't enough
Without the spiritually heartfelt, ardent actions
I figured out that God's mercy is tough
With much fulfilling, everlasting satisfactions
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