Identified with form, we seek outcomes,
to enhance well-being of body-mind,
so in trance we notice not how bliss hums,
until we are still and divine aligned,
as light of Self in cave of heart enshrined.
Be this as it may, caught in a rip tide,
not many can say they enjoy that ride.
TUCK LEAVES GOP
THE PARTY DESERTED ME
SAME SAYS MARJORIE
Grey is for thunderstorms
Bulking pregnant with rain drops
Rumbling uncomfortably
Grey is for soapstone
Treacherously slippery
When rain soaks its fragments
Grey is for forest
When teeming downpour
Presses green into background
Grey is for ocean
Heavy and sluggish
Stretched to the horizon
Grey is for warship
Full speed ahead, throbbing,
Crew at their stations
Grey is for torpedo
A white trail behind it
Lifts warship from water
Black is for deep sea
Embracing the sailors
When the light goes away
grass slick slippery
garlanded with dew's glint beads
taunts weary sleepers
to reach out without thinking
beyond sinking stepping stones
dawn light ogles through
a grey, hopscotch-scattered sky
crunching clouds aside
to find a way through chaos
beyond sinking stepping stones
treetops break the skin
of bedraggled drowned-out mists
frogs croak waterlogged—
no shores for sleepwalking gulls
beyond sinking stepping stones
horizon dissolves
unhitched from any compass
worn edges are blurred—
direction is strewn with ash
beyond sinking stepping stones
echoes lose their source,
I am confused, miasmal
moored meanings unspooled—
I grab for something solid,
beyond sinking stepping stones
in off-ramp byways
of shiftless realities
I crawl through muddles
clambering to find a way
beyond sinking stepping stones
I foresee the day
but it would be a pity
if all the residents ran away
and were to flee New York city
like rats leaving a sinking ship
with streets high garbage-piled
overcrowding crime and corruption
it's no place to raise a child
nor recommendation as gateway
so they say to the Land of the Free
where you have the opportunity to be
anything or anyone you want to be
I’m falling into a pit with no solid ground
sinking in deep waters and about to drown.
I’m afraid I will be overcome by the waves,
my throat aches from calling out to be saved.
I don’t know where to go or who to turn to.
I'm hurt and confused and don’t know what to do.
Just so worn out from all this crying,
my strength is gone, and I feel like I’m dying.
I’m crushed and broken like pieces of clay,
a puff of wind could blow me away.
My heart feels like it’s been pierced with a blade,
there’s not much feeling left in me I’m afraid.
I need someone that can understand
and come and lend a helping hand
to maybe put me back together again.
I must hold myself together and survive until then.
Internally expoding.. Premier seat (p o v)
Point-graphic.' Its all blurry and so blue.'
jacint'a allan, Victoria is wide awake now'
I think get out your best runners; oh wow.'
Jacint'a Hong Hong, or even China is for you.'
i'm at the bottom of the ocean
forty feet down
stones tied to my feet
trapped
i'm drowning
air in my lungs
can't breathe
suffocating
vision going black
i feel you
your hands grab me
pulling my up
saving me
thirty feet down
there's hope
a sliver of it
i'm almost gone but
maybe we'll make it in time
twenty feet down
you're still holding on tightly
i trust you now
you'll bring me to the surface
be my savior
ten feet down
i'm relying fully on you
you're the one to save me
i feel safe
which is hard in the ocean
one foot down
so close
almost saved
i could touch the air i crave so badly
if i tried hard enough
but i've already used all my energy
relief washes away the fear
the pain
safety is so close
and then
you let go
after i finally trusted you,
you let me go
and back down i go.
sometimes i stare at the mirror for ages ~ and see nothing at all
only to hear an inner voice saying ~ you are being self absorbed
By
David Kavanagh
my shaking hands and long sighs
for who i am, i feed on delusions
that someday the bow in my chest will fall
and a new dawn will arrive at the door
the weight i carry- of emotions, stronger than waves
waves that are sinking me under their weight
i close my eyes and teleport to secret gardens
i'm too weary to bear this pain
I'm standing at the sink, washing dishes
and my bored mind floods with memories of our love:
how beautiful it used to be back then.
For the thousandth time I wonder what happened
to spoil something so special.
Perhaps it wasn't perfect
and I always knew she didn't love me,
but we shared such passion
and I'd dream of next time when we were apart.
I need to dry those dishes and dry my eyes!
Pastel flowers and velvet greens
quickly matured through July days;
refining fullness, but alas
surrendering to August's phase.
Too soon, this time will quickly pass
unveiling hints of Autumn's blaze.
I think I’m sinking not in waves
just slowly fading through my days.
No cries for help, no open wounds
just silence sitting in my head.
I smile enough to not alarm
I laugh enough to hide the harm.
But underneath, it’s getting hard
to carry pieces cracked and scarred.
I wake, I go to work, I wear my face
the one that fits in every place.
But something’s slipping out of reach
a peace I barely got to keep.
And when people ask, I still pretend.
They love the strength, not how I bend.
But God, I wish someone could see
I’m not okay. I’m barely me.
I am not one to keep a sinking ship afloat,
nor am i one to captain a drowning crew.
Sacrificing self for an inevitable end is a thirst never quite quenched.
Surrounded by water, what is the point when it is filled with salt; sorrow and a disposition for the petty?
Do not be the vain captain of a sinking ship.
Narcissism and a need for control will strain relationships,
give birth to dubious loyalty,
the curse of blood is not the royalty you think it is.
blood and debt is not enough to keep the ship afloat.
Patch the holes present.
Build boards that last; not ones diminished and impaired by fear,
but ones repaired with words held dear,
then maybe the ship may reach its destination… once adversary is clear.
I have been floating these days,
in between thoughts,
in between words.
I have been grateful,
and sick to my stomach at the unfairness
of it all.
Constellations strung together by invisible
threads pull me back together,
they place my bare feet gently back on
soft grass.
My, I have no idea of what I am trying to say-
but I know,
I know that
my eyes are heavy and sleepy daydreams
have taken root in place of this blanched reality.
I would love to lay my head on a soft pillow
tonight and let my thoughts drift out
into the sea-
to drown,
to swim,
to float.
To do what heavy and light thoughts do-
sink or save you.
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