Short Associations Poems
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will never ever be accused of being "Antifa",
but their recent actions should be anathema,
because it now stands for "Federation Indiscreetly Favoring America"!
LAUNCHING IDEAS-:-
tacitly
adopting
conceptual
thoughtful
motifs
awash with MEANING
disguised
familiar
significance
secretly
sourced
in LITERARY ASSOCIATIONS
responsive
visionary
awareness
properly
observed
PROMPTED ASSOCIATIONS-:-
typical
grounded
contrasts
natural
counterpoint
in VIRTUAL VALUES
filled
elegant
idealistic
manifested
motifs
with NOTHING CONTRIVED
overall
decorative
conceptual
definite
declarations
The mind drifts
free-floats gaily
far, far from its moorings
lighter-than-air
Associations stream
in-and-out on
ribbons, wisps of lazy strings
hanging from rose-colored kites
Dark forces loom
yet undetected
thoughts breathlessly racing
beyond our tenuous grasp
In contrast well on the other hand seems like
opposites attempting to catch the wind. Exerting to resolutions, connecting, and associations. A goal one's mirror of one's mind, A afterthought? often dazes in one's head according to one's way of thinking, interconnected ways of linking.
suggestive
magic
patterns
of imagery:
diversity
of
variants
entangled
&
confused:
words
so vague,
obscure
images
of dreams,
extremes,
evoke
associations,
contradictions
of the curious
and
obscure:
sensations
awareness
feelings,
perceived
imaginings
...conceived
Having cooled down, these life-passions
With them, that bond with Summer
Foot to flame, done in.
Best of whose associations
Childhood's raced, running.
Trudge now. Til with that more harried
Countenance, onto Autumn's
Breast-like leaf-mound slump.
Its winds to my words replied:
"We're of one mind, grump!"
mental associations mitigate effervescence
interfering by manifesting desired outcome
so looking nonchalantly at these stirrings
we reject ego’s counsel rooted in ignorance
a constant watchful eye and tranquil heart
sets soul free from the tendency to stagnate
thus moment by moment, shedding resistance
in agendaless vibrance, we dwell in the void
Sometimes life give you
Life lessons
Instead of love.
Stepping stones,
Scattered throughout
All phases of life.
Showing you signs,
Making memories
And with each loss
Something is learned.
They say a person takes
A little something
From every person
They’ve been with.
We are merely
A collection of connections.
Our experiences
And associations
Shape us.
Fond Farewell
Questionable relationships,
Blemished with disappointment.
Unforeseen deception,
Sincerity a sham.
Self-interested motives,
Fair-weathered associations.
Politically correct affiliations,
Unforgivable avoidance.
Cast-off, black-listed,
Circumstantial accusations.
Self serving agendas,
Betrayal no more.
No love lost....
What comes around, Goes Around.
Poignant and manifest,time lapsed
moods become pastimes joined in
silence.Intuitive,held together ,irregular
emotive.Imprecise associations make
extraordinary leaps into consciousness
obscuring reality.
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Would I be able to expand my wings?
I walk around the mists.
I do stunts in the breeze.
I console the powers of murkiness.
Arrange the resulting time frames
As in chess, for evident reasons.
A raindrop lands on my courtyard.
Each day, I water my day dawn.
I usually appreciate some water on the lawn.
A connection between ordinary associations.
Appearing late, everything is pushed back.
Imitation, unauthentic, superficial why? Create
associations and link ups that causes distress on one another human being for sport frankly
Where's the trueness or loyalty? For gain for this reason Counterfeit, Betrayed, unhealed childhood 's traumas.
Survival of initiating fake friendship is it one's
goal to distract? And expeditiously obtain substances for one lack of and approval or others or lack of void of mere beggary.
The roaming minutes encircle my thoughts
As I delve romantically into the possibility of falling
My associations, they tend for the lift
When my vicarious aberrations cause a pigs tail in their midst
Yet their overworn malicious grin tends to me a harrowing mystique dealt subsequent
Therein, in lieu of stirring a stew in such autonomous disparity, as of late,
I wave the waiter over for the check
and leave breadcrumbs sticking to my plate
Hold me tight
to free me
from this screaming isolation.
Hug me right
to free me
for our streaming restoration.
Hear me fight
here to free us
from my darkest dream depression.
Speak this night
for freedom
from our wrong self-shaming
other-blaming impressions,
cold climates of suppression,
heated hates for oppression,
reserved and calculated rates
for irreverent repressions.
Hold me tight
to free me
from this lack
of free associations.
People say that when people get money they change
No, money just brings the true you out
So before the new year comes in
The true me is coming out
Before the money comes in
I'm forgetting all of you
All of you who doubted me
All of you who played me fifty and all of you who think less of me
So now whats the excuse
I have no money
No money to make big changes
Just little changes with my associations
This will be apart of my new year's resolution
My life rearranges
Feed me, Free me.
Free my heart and body.
Unbind me from this phase of blues
and unpromising associations.
Separate me from mornings of base
talk and dusk of drunk peers.
Annihilate my tolerance for mediocre
and bogus surroundings.
Feed my soul and thoughts.
Set me at the table of the wise and
deep ones,
pump me with the will and vigour to
relate.
Carry me to terrains where like minds
dwell.
'I'm ready', i scream
'a little more time', he says..
I wait and yearn.
when music associations
hinder your daily cultural existence and evolution,
you cringe at the sound of a lyric.
heart breaks just a bit,
like a rotting house,
cracking,
yearly reaching an inch,
and over time,
accelerating in speed.
but then you come to a hault,
a conscious self identifying conclusion,
that in fact you might, just might,
get the **** over it.
you do.
you then find yourself,
singing the tune,
inside your brave skull.
hmmm hm hm hm mm m
ooooouuuu yea.
thank you.