SEEMINGLY NAIIVE
perilous
contemporary
unmotivated
unprecedented
equilibrium
realised
in
opposing
rational
tendencies
of
a theoretical
edifice
in
counterbalance
thoughts
of
inward
visions
with
appropriate
potential
in
individual
concepts
of
unreflective
forms
Walking by the river’s edge
A trail of rising shapes
Dying seeds and leaves
Swept up from under the privet hedge
Where the city’s dead air escapes
Circling stirred up they fly
Along the water’s bank
Floating in the silent breeze
Suspended seemingly alive
Then all at once they sank
And finally they die
,,
Questions
With
Impossible answers
May introduce
Not knowing
Into the story
Teasing a freedom
Seemingly missing...
Seemingly..
The word which
Interrupts an
Assumption of
Fundamental separation..
Suggesting the illusory
Nature of things...
Freedom in knowing
Although some things never change,
Neither always same.
Seemingly
Nothing appears as me
Without nothing me is illusion..
Seemingly
Nothing can be missing
But never lost...
Yet nothing is a word
Among all words
The erasure of which may
Also help...
Spring starts with icicles dripping,
as tepid rays of sunshine warm the air.
And city cars are abandoned for bicycles
as temperatures rise
from freezing to mild.
Spring's warmth triggers
tulips, daffodils, and snowdrops
to poke their heads through the thawed ground,
seemingly overnight.
And from blades of grass to emerald leaves,
Nature inks the landscape
in multiple shades of green.
Suddenly, spectacular colors emerge;
scarlets, pinks, yellows, blues, and purples,
are but a few gleaned from Spring's palette.
The twittering songbirds have all returned,
tweeting tunes that decry the length of Winter's rule.
And a lune's eerie, haunting call
once more echoes across the northern lakes.
For the ice-free waters welcomed them back
when Winter gave way to Spring.
Resilient are those, who are seemingly broken;
Mighty are the ones so flighty, who own truths left unspoken.
On the the brink of change
Vague yes but rearranged
At the edge but with a grin
Not some grim hypocrisy
It might seem like a phase
You said "Grow up and act your age!"
But I reciprocated
While you elated, confiscating
I may not seem enraged
But the seam has burst this rotting cage
And now I've been unleashed
Only to see that I can breath
Insanity's cold touch
Has softened up this bleeding crutch
To gain a new perspective
Convey to you I've had enough
Autumn night:-,
flowers rise,
so tomorrow.
intermittently
when shadows
undulate
on walls
i see you
reaching out
as if trying
to comfort me
in these
moments
i miss you
most
nights
seem
as long
as the years
passing by
without you
in a plashet
of tears
i lie here
motionless
as the shadows
fade out
like life
seemingly
i am alone
again
Someone always has an opinion
about something , seemingly you but
dont let that speak for me
for when no one believed in me
that no one that did not see
any thing the best in me seemingly you
you made me strong, you encouraged
you gave opportunity's in the mist
of some of my wrong's you were a light
even when it was said it was
for someone else like life is just
a model pattern for one
You believed in me non- the less you spoke highly
even when that no- one was still the
wrong your positives made the
best of me , because you opened
door's that I could not see
even when no- one
that he, that she, did not
speak the best of me to be
when hope came for that tomorrow
it was from someone like me
when I did not have a name but
shamed you , your belief in me
was what made me the strong
You were that beacon of hope
when it was just complain
when no -one had nothing to
say but what was the wrong's
because of our humanness
we all have been that, the wrong
the no-one who did not believe
in someone when we knew still
it was wrong
How oft must the Seemingly Blind witness the act of Pathetically Hidden Fascinations,
Seemingly Stolen Stares and, lest not forget,
the Ever-Quick Dismissals of Spilt Emotions with the onset of Guilt.
Surely the Blind would Blush for the facade leaves much to be...
No! Of course there is no room for Desire here! It is currently pursuing its own Lust.
The Seemingly-Blind left with the Gift of Front-Row-Seating.
Tiresome it is...
So very weary the Seemingly Blind Soul,
the Unpleasantness of Human-Nature thrust upon it…
so Heavy to bear.
How Bitter the taste of your Sweetly-Stained-Cruelty.
How Grief-Stricken the Silenced-Cries of Seemingly-Blind-Souls echo through your Cold, Dismissive and Annoyed… “love”...?
Self-Denial might be rife within you, but know this:
My Love Languishes within this Dismissive, Reward-Based love…
Your Passively Silent Torture…
Your… “love”…?
A lake,long,long like a rope.
It shakes lightly from the effect of the breeze.
It's seemingly peaceful like a sleeping suckling babe.
Beside it,are greenish herbs and shrubs.
Passersby stop to take a glimpse.
The goose takes a peep,
The feathery duckling never ceases to play on it.
The other bird,dove and her likes,
fly over it on their return home at dawn.
Puppy lovers long to sit by it just after noon.
It has its source from the lowly fount of the north,
to the rocky edge of the south of the village.
All love the long,long lake.
December 28,2016.
I don't care about
the so called grand design
once again I'll shout
screw your subtle sign!
and I don't give a ____
about the changing of the season
nor how the pieces fit
I just want a reason!
a reason for such pain
and for this lack of mercy
this design is insane
oh, here comes the controversy
maybe I'm dysfunctional
living in distortions
maybe I'm too emotional
but I'm tired of life's contortions
can't even catch my breath
before another flood comes my way
damn it, life, I'm sick to death
of the awful games you play!
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