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PRINCIPLES
thoughts
opposites
in
mutual
modes
reinforced
&emphasized
by
modified
processes
of
our
perceptions
manipulated
&configured
collectively
together
May we all be blessed to learn..something w’ve always known
but that’s been reinforced as we travel across the top part of our nation
The roads on which we travel are made for the journeys and not the destinations.
Impenetrable fortresses built from stones of regret,
reinforced with concrete mistakes we can never forget.
Confined within these walls only your guilt shall dwell.
The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves.
COMPLETE
cannot compete
with dead ends of deceit
weary from taking the backseat
for now I offer bittersweet defeat
headbashing reinforced concrete
browbeating dusty sheets
heartbeat delete
COMPLETE
© Kim van Breda—3 January 2016
Impenetrable fortresses constructed with stones made from regret,
reinforced with the concrete mistakes one can never forget.
Confined within these walls only you and your guilt shall dwell.
The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves.
Impenetrable fortresses constructed from stones made of regret,
reinforced with the concrete of mistakes we can't let go or forget.
Confined within these walls only you and your guilt shall dwell.
The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves.
desires reinforced
spurred by identity
seeking to become
even momentarily
doer with the dream
then thus births
dreams within dreams
so called awakening
simply being
exiting these dreams
self conjured
layer by layer
until we uncover
our self
20-November-2020
sage slivers of truth
bandied about by children
who learn from parents
absolutism
learned at daddy’s knees
reinforced by mom
school shakes them up
new ideas from others
often changing them
not from the teachers
from their knowledgeable peers
who know everything
CONVENTIONS
the
banal
thoughts
as
excess
baggage
widely
spaced
&
reinforced
by curious
virtues
a
source
of the irregular
antecedent
in surprising
resurrection
of
the
inapproprate
derived
from
pleasured
reverberations
of
prolific
understanding
mirrored
in
the soul
Consciousness regained
Got shattered when my true love he betrayed,
Grieved intensely for days my broken heart,
The subtle emotions were eventually swayed,
Reinforced strength for a fresh start,
Nothing could thence tear my soul apart !
Written March 29th, 2015
For contest "Let 'er rip" by John lawless
My memories took flight from Spring's rookery,
Nurtured by Summer's warm seas and
Trade winds steady under dynamic skies,
Reinforced by Autumn's harvest and happenstance
Pray my memories remain deep within me like a
Fortress securely established on a rock mass,
High on golden hills, impregnable,
As Winter's cruel seas and merciless winds approach
I once behaved. Followed all the rules. Understood what was "normal". My parents taught this, teachers demanded this, principals enforced this. Ministers expected it, society reinforced it, friends tested it, professors challenged it.
Then, poetry became my statue of liberty.
following the rules
and behaving normally
no longer appeals
Divine unending love,
Heaven high earthly wide,
On a 'plus' reinforced,
Through betrayal,agony and death.
Life hacked away, spirit stronger,
Death glorified from resurrection,
Earthly freedom from anger above,
Redemption from all that dwell.
Endless love ever unfolding,
Wondrous,bountified,everlasting;
In loops of love and peace chain,
Earth's engine in watts of mega-love.
Reveille
It takes motion: metal screeching on metal;
A locker opening. Footsteps echo and fade on reinforced stone.
Rubber slaps the ground lazily.
Then the mourners rise, for the night lies in state.
They mingle but do not speak;
paying reverence to the ritual of Unbroken Silence.
Exaggerated actions are measured
in beds pulled and blankets folded.
Sparking rise to first light
Confined potential.
Reinforced by “they”.
We dream endlessly,
And inside clocks.
Like God whispered infinity into a loop.
Malleable futures
Mandated into walls and calendars.
Gear is stuck in reverse.
And it beeps when I put it in drive.
Soft socks
And quiet footsteps—
I float past the plagiarism
To find the hook with diamond bait,
The fish with golden gills.
A treasure untouched.
Could it be...
Free, free to be me entirely
My thoughts, desires, dreams and schemes!
The aggression, depression, and explicit suggestion
They don’t sway or push you away.
Could it be you are here to stay?
Dare I say; the questions are starting to fade away.
The guards that were reinforced with lies as their primary source
Even they are beginning to disassemble and change there course.
Lay
Fanciful imagination and conjecture reaffirmed and thus reinforced, setting up a vibration resulting in manifestation of reality wherein we are the co-creator of both actor on stage as well as director backstage, with the actor in hypnotic trance believing himself to be the free willed doer and performer of the script already pre-written by himself.
‘Who am I?’ I ask
Unattached to any task
In blissfulness bask
15-August-2020
As thoughts pass
Through the filter of mind
Some we catch, some dismissed
Some are reinforced
But none are ours
Identification is the only sin
There is no ultimate tally sheet
But clinging will bring misery
This pushed away
That I like
This will do, but that Id rather not see
Identification is misery
Nothing can be held
By a fluid self
Shapeshifting
Is how we came to survive
Hold on to nothing
And tomorrow you'll be alive
Form:
I had a dream.
In the dream I wove you a poem.
I used the fiber of my character
to create spools of silken thread.
Then I dyed them
in the colors of my imagination.
I reinforced
each and every single strand
with the strength of my love.
Spun the spools
from the intricacy
of my spirit.
Enamored by your vision,
I pattern every part of me,
every memory,
into every filament of my fabric.
Finished
I initialed my woven piece.
M.Y.
Isolation would make mad.
Gifted so sad.
A blessing our gifts are,
God granted skills.
Man plain to see the pain
you caused me.
But gifted, up lifted.
Can't see what I see?
Can't do what I do?
Can't hear what I hear?
Instead of listening, songs
fall on dead ears, held by
shackles on the brain.
Lifes masterpiece, written on Ancient
walls. The cost? history lost.
The war never stops.
Though spiritual energy it,s reinforced
Only with a positive force.
Form:
Three years ago today we watched
The Capitol attack
And what it made me understand
Is there’s no going back.
For though there always have been lies
In government, I saw
That there are many people who
Think they’re above the law.
And going forward, I’m afraid
That things will get much worse,
For anarchists have now have years
To gather and rehearse.
The lies of January 6th,
Which many still believe,
Are reinforced by those who yearn
To damage and deceive.
You should know that I've
reinforced the bunker
I built around my heart
until it can withstand a
direct hit
ground zero
head-on collision
from a YOU-bomb.
I've shielded it to withstand
the worst Emotional Mutilation Potential
you can generate
and to protect me from
the flash burns of passion,
Not to mention that I've lined it with lead
to save me from the fallout
of your so-called love.
So-
hit me with your worst.
My bunker--and I-- are ready.
Form:
Divine Mother’s grace
Holds us in tender embrace
Being God’s energy transmission
Felt within as rapturous bliss ignition
That all ego veils of ignorance drop away
And attention internalised, we cease to sway
What happens then is this: transfixed in bliss
Ego identity recedes; we see truth as it is
Our true self shines as God’s living light
Reinforced by bliss by day and night
That we assimilate it within form
As the epicentre of this storm
14-May-2023
Silence and violence,
but never any solace.
Blaming and shaming.
Never any taming.
This side or that side?
Never any combined...
forces for the good,
no one is understood.
A senseless cycle,
an endless spiral.
Sad thing of tragedy,
is it's predictability.
From the first crisis,
to the endless...
reinforced programs,
coddling the madman.
We care, then we don't.
We pray, then we hope.
Woke and then helpless.
Tired and then restless.
Brave, and then not.
Action! Then, we stop.