You remind me of a synchronized play of violins
Soothing to the vibrations they play
Your touch is the rhythm of a string
hold me gently with similarity
Fire blazes the forest
Scorched birds fly away to build new nest
Ashes settle in seared history to dowse and rest.
Anger burns the mind
Brazen thoughts flare to find revenge blind
Serene sanity makes singed senses calm and kind.
The difference between
poetry and prose
Whose words live together
under your nose
With prose you can finish
last page period end
But poetry boundless
— to forever extend
(The New Room: January, 2024)
absurd moans thus seem
a gothic torture chamber
bed pleasure machine
Hearing the word
speaking the word
Often quite different
—often the same
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
All human are equal,
Sex, faith, mind, skill, treat, mood, feet;
In "Homage" state,
Where we belong, live, controlled, undisturbed
Like chords.
Stranger, are we not equal?
Odd.
Edited:30/5/2022
both have tender nerves
the old man tells the pale leaf ~
both nervous at fall
17 November 2021
Tradition and culture
A form of heritage from the ancestors
A way of living
A way of finding similarity
A way of finding the origin
A way to compare the old and the new
A way to measure modernization
A way to cling to
So that you are not lonely
And not lost
In this world
Poetry, extended lines
as musical notes
on the wires...
birds landed
in filaments
transmitting life...
lined poetry
guiding the work
of the poet...
impressive poem
composed by
blackbirds
and swallows... !
He was thinking
of the smooth black
sleekness of the barrel
of the ball point pen
divided in two by
a ring of chrome
that married
the two halves.
a ring that brought
two halves together
to operate as one.
Two lives as one,
he thought.
How cold the pen felt
in his hand just then,
foreign, metallic,
and void of feelings.
Similarity
fractal science Points
to the activity of finite mind..
our limited mind
is a fractal iteration
wishing to be Whole:
finding similarity
through mind's lens of
sameness and difference..
the outdoors obliges with its
cloud formations and
nature's majestic trees..
this is the true Self
experience..the glimpses
of sameness amid
manifestation's chaotic
plethora of difference..
or with more accuracy:
our lens discovers Nature's
sameness..temporarily
appearing as colored
with nature's difference..
At the beginning of time
you looked like a green singularity,
a botanical thing itself,
but a couple of weeks ago the space of the lawn in front of my house
lighted a sun,
yellow and not very hot,
around which the furry satellites of bumblebees revolved...
I always guessed that death is just the beginning of something new:
this morning, looking out the window,
I saw that the star had died and turned into a little expanding universe.
Soon, I,
lean and bald,
will smile to myself,
observing a certain similarity between me and you.
I come before you, humble and contrite,
deaf from your thunder, sightless from your bolts.
You rage, but frankly it’s a downright
anachronistic in this day - the volts,
the decibels, all of these fireworks
are for a newbie, not for someone who
once looked inside your mystery black box
and made a plain and obvious breakthrough:
we do not differ, you and me. The same
blue eyes, short beard, marital status, age,
surname, forename and patronymic name
and tendency to fall into a rage
about nothing… So, please, abate
your fury, put aside your thundering rod,
absolve me of my sins, elucidate
your plan about me and date me, God.
To a woman this might seem bazaar;
a new leather dress makes her a star.
Men go weak at the knee,
and speak irrationally;
it’s because she smells like a new car.
Growth is self-similar
Patterns timed to replicate
Destiny is the designer.
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