In this road of life
Meetings and separations keep happening
We always like to calculate a so called good result
Ignore the process of companionship
That's what we should experience with our hearts
Everyone will leave
No one knows how long
This companionship will last
Maybe we are busy using our last moment to argue
Too late to determine the winner
Don't let us down
I can't live up to my life
Then try your best to live a life worthy of
Learn to cherish from every loss
Calm wave goodbye to every passerby.
Same Day, Different World
This Kinda' Seems Like the
Same Day All of the Time...
If We Didn't Sleep
Would We Still Have Days and Nights?
Days and Nights are Generally Considered
As Separations of Darkness and Light.
So, If We Only Had Darkness or
We Only Had Light?
Right.
We Wouldn't Have Day or Night.
OK.
-Gray Squirrel
11-12-2024
Directness
This word
Occasionally
Pops up..
Seeming as
Absorbing all
Separations and
Unities on a
Path which
Is no path..
Processes and
Promises seem
Beautiful in
The searing
Music of
Directness...
Felt you coming to take the breath right out of me
Replaced; with your soft essence reflectivity
You are my mirror of fire, my heart's twin flame
Had I never come about you in this life; I would never be the same
A constant will, for you to be happy; is my shining rubidium
Your guidance led me too; challenging my life's intrinsical; idiom
I am a better version of myself; my souls beloved reflection
A shimmering example of needing belief; in you retrospection
You are my synchronicity; our connection once filled with joyful mimicry
If my life had never come about you, I'd never be the same internally
We were not meant to burn down for eternity in a soulmates; candelabra
Our separations design happens; before, irremediable palabra
White sheets; sturdy sticks, each of us holding on tight, with one hand as we surrender
We may later ask why, but the conclusion; our surrendered ends, are the answer
Hope you see the growing forgiveness, I found in you; understanding all of me
An awakening of peace; we could only know, all ways setting each other free
Going to the Land of Long Ago
Somehow, someway
Many years hence from today
Will I feel myself unraveling,
Unraveling and traveling
To the Land of Long Ago?
What will leave and what will stay
In that place so faraway,
Will I go unfathoming
Adrift as I go traveling,
To the Land of Long Ago?
In the Land of Long Ago
I will live among the things I know;
Though I've known you well
You now seem strange,
Yet still I find you; I can tell
The Land of Long Ago is well arranged.
There where Past is ever Present
Everything tastes bittersweet,
The painful mixes with the pleasant
Opposing forces swell and meet
To form the Land of Long Ago.
What once was distant shall then draw near
Separations disappear:
I shall have what I hold dear
As my days burn down to gold
As I drift upon the seas of Long Ago.
Haven't the brains of beings fractioned into lobes various?
The hearts of creatures have dissections multifarious;
My physique and psyche got several separations,
Like a train or a shelf, yet, these have conjoint relations...!
Classifications and categorizations are good,
If, like good deeds, they're optimistically understood;
Like roots, shoots, and fruits, the sentimental segmentation,
Just as constellations, should have a proper fixation...!
Boundaries are for safety and security we know,
Forming only frontiers, we shouldn't our strength and senses show;
Grouping of goals and prioritization of morals,
Must pave the way, like battles, toward attaining laurels...!
Am I, in the process, keeping away from kith and kin?
Does my passion for lonely liberty lead me to sin?
Do my conflicting thoughts and deeds bring me contradictions?
Does my anxious unconsciousness gift me many frictions?
If self-separation replaces cognitive action,
Compartmentalization is simply a distraction;
As bouquets of various flowers are placed in vases,
Prudent compartmentalization can bring in graces...!!!
Flowers, butterflies, sky, and stars,
All are old expressions of love
I compare thy likeness with a fresh spring
Melodies as if they are Divine, and a longing to live
Filling "the" void in my heart, ending an endless Odyssey
The explanation of my dreams and fulfillment of a prophecy
A name that is written in my destiny
Thou hold the answers to my longings and sufferings
Thou are a beautiful lie so that I can survive this miserable life
A dream too perfect to be broken by the daylight
Thee exist only in the writings of this lonely writer
With each written page, thy presence gets darker and darker
A stranger or a lover, delusion or a soulmate from heavens
All I know is that thou are with me even in my separations
There exist a hope that I will find thee somewhere in my life
The signs will make sense, tongue will speak and thy shall be mine
In a world where I have written poems of a thousand forms
I choose thee as the lyrics of my eternal song
But there is a story incomplete I don't want to end
If I finish thee up, how will this broken heart of mine ever mend
I have a thing with dates
I have a date with dates
I have dates with deadlines
Some dates are treasured
While some are dreaded
Memorable dates looked upon
with relish
Some dates are better not
remembered,
For the pains they evoke
For the scars they remind me of.
Birthdays, marriage and anniversaries
are dates remembered with pomp
Deaths, betrayals and separations
are dates engraved in our memories
PERSONALITIES
aside
&
intertwined
separations
& reconciliations
professed
in
such
devotion
stimulated
&
appealing
a
lapsed
recreation
a kaleidoscopic
cascade
in
a
collage of
animated
patterns
united
raptures
fashioned to
linger
in
virtual reality
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
I've met myself
many times coming and going...
generally a quick smile
and respectful nod – seldom
pausing to chat, both of us
longing for more together
company
I (me/myself) have met so many
other pairs...traveling together/alone,
the double nature of a
human journey...half inclined
to linger and experience, nurture
and service
while the other, at a manic
pace, seeking one's self, yet
expanding the divide
I guess, would us multitudes
of separations ever join
together, it would mean the end of
warring...but of music, and poetry
as well, as we know it
no need to fire canons-of-being
if no one to report their twang
and echos....sing of and chronicle
triumphs and failures ("dreaming
the impossible dream...")
the flats and sharps
of a lyrical soul....
What are you doing? The robins whispered.
Enticing the crocus to bloom, earth said.
I thought that was Wind’s job, a cardinal interjected.
The robins flew off, intimidated by his colors.
Earth rolled her eyes Not understanding separations.
Robins cannot get along with cardinals.
Cardinals despise blue jays, daffodils hide from roses.
What kind of a world am I living in? Earth asked herself.
Typhoid Harry
Scandemic Pandemic
Truthsaying Soothsayers
Interaction, satisfaction
Living Bill
Mood for thought
Reparations, separations
I’m not you, Babe
Heeler’s Moist
Swirl Cool
Tool’s Cold
Mail Mouse Mock
Sweaty Boat Junction
Bibbity Jibbity
Kalamazoo Donahoo Bibbity Bobbity Boo
Thirty-five years later we came across by chance
Like the old days. ....
Smiling eyes with a cup of tea
in your trembling hand
"Still two teaspoons of sugar? "
Talk about two little terms
Quite trivial
The memory of salad days brought tears of joy
in the corners of my eyes.
A little bit of love born between two separations
That's two people have ashes of fire
in their hearts.
Don't you remember the innocent lover
Whom you burnt into ashes one day
to last point of fire.
It's not just that you don't love heartly
It's not that you love more than your life! ¦
How do I thrive?
Having faith,
Self-discovery,
Having belief.
That’s what makes me
Feel alive.
What is a life
Without growth
And full of pain?
It’s a struggle,
Like rain
When all you want
Is a sunny day.
My sunshine,
That’s my son,
He is the key
To the recipe to thrive.
Thriving,
Alive,
He is my sunshine.
Sometimes it feels like
My entire life
Has been
Time wasted,
It feels like
So much time
Yearning for freedom.
All I want is a life
Worth living,
Not a lie.
Is that too realistic,
Too high of expectations
Must I lower my standard
To sunshine through saturation.
I always welcomed
The chance
To aspire more fulfilling
Aspirations,
To desire a self full of
More determination.
Road blocks
Slowed the road to
Reaching my expectations,
On the edge,
I cried out,
Head first I dove into
Chronic separation.
My sunshine deserves more,
No more depression spells,
No separations,
No addict in his life
Creating messes.
That’s why in the
Here and now,
My recovery is thriving
And I’m chasing
My aspirations,
My dreams are becoming life
And our life is
Full of life
Because I’m thriving.
There's always room for
Thoughtfulness, empathy and care.
Don't take relationships for granted;
Separations can occur.
As we've seen, this can be sudden
Can impact deeply on our life.
Never forget each day how much
You love your parents, children, husband, wife...
Keep your faith alive and strong
Or else one day you won't believe.
Keep your goals in focus,
Never doubt you can achieve.
Remember to say, " Thank you! "
To the ones who touch your heart.
Contribute to unity.
Don't let society split apart.
Keep in mind the many blessings
That our Father does bestow.
Cherish precious memories,
Don't be quick to let them go.
All of this we can succeed
If each and every day
We do all we can to improve ourselves
And live a better way.
Don't let depression conquer you.
Yes. YOU have the strength to win!
Let your true colours shine,
Your heart burn bright...
Let a better year begin!
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