In sleep..Deepest sleep, does the body not move.? For lying too long on just one
Side is bad? I believe that is true.? We turn right to left, all unaware, as ( the body )
Regulates by innate care.' So being on the
Left indefinatley will stress your skin crush blood in transit, cause pain within
The same for the right, do not stay forever
Maybe a while on the back, will suit you better.? A simple enough theisis, but practical truth..Could it be applied to politics.? Would it help somewhat.? In
Valuing balance.? Does it allow a plot.?
As in seamanship? A course to follow for
The body of a country, maybe we all
should on just not? swallow..That the right side or the left, are the only choice.'
Available is discernment, treat it not as naught.' Maybe better for the body of a country, to have chance to move? And
Before retiring to the bed,
in making; slip off real heavy shoes ?
And if Love were merely
A matter of purchase,
Corner store on every block,
Heart-shaped port for every
Dock --
At a terminal of wings
On every ticket counter
Always accepted sizable Rings –
But great kings have sadly found,
Some rings Slip off, having changed
A round --
Rich man, Poor man, Good man, Thief --
Love neglected~ is love brief.
Note: Poem sung using the melody from Stephen Sondheim's Send in the Clowns.
isn’t it perfect
the moment the scales slip off
right when the spotlight hits.
are we a duo
me on the ground pretending calm
you mid-air, mid-morph, mid-blink.
send in the reptiles
the ones with the tailored suits,
the ones who rehearse their humanity
and have suspiciously cool hands.
isn’t it lovely
how they glide through chaos
like actors missing half their cues.
one keeps pacing in circles
one freezes like a statue
both insisting they’re totally human.
send in the reptiles
oh right~
they’re already here
adjusting their holograms
and sipping lukewarm tea.
don’t you love farce
the cosmic variety
where the joke sheds a reptilian tail.
I thought you’d stay hidden
sorry, my dear
you never do.
so send in the reptiles
quick, send in the reptiles
don’t bother~
they’re already here .
There once was a windless beach; calm indeed
That never lay complaints of wavering sea,
But enjoys its gentle ebb's flow cum speed-
With freedom's depth not battling justice fee.
Pretense not its trait,
Either run love or walk hate-
Never change its state.
There once was a nut tree at water edge:
Its sitting roots are firmly deep down soil,
Though enjoying the beach's windless breeze pledge,
Yet wants a test of storm on its roots' spoil
Awaiting beach's wretch...
Leaping on swollen phlegm's sketch,
While not once so stretch.
There once was a delightful sensation,
Every moment is glad to enjoy whole...
But its windless trait force adaptation,
And make it hard to play many a role.
Sometimes one forgets,
What beach feels to bring on sweats...
Being windless brings threats.
There once was a faint breeze drives that do dive;
Wavering in silence of calm atmosphere,
But deserves what such nature's setups thrive...
Which remains still cum fun to persevere.
Sometimes night is hot,
While day; a seeming cool spot
But of same calm knot.
There once was a lofty romantic pace,
That watery slope never slip off its trace.
A vase,
simple, elegant
smooth symmetrical,
with only one side, surface
no inside nor outside, only in between
a narrow neck extends up from the bulb
twists back on itself to meld back into the vessel
with no perceptible seam, join or mark at the intersection
moving over its surface tracing, seemingly left and right, is not feasible
the vase, no flower bears, it holds no air, no water, only nothingness
no rim divides the in from out, no wall circles roundabout
a trace becomes an endless loop circling back on itself
with no start nor end, no curve, swerve or bend
the design is for eyes-only to perceive
for hands and touch get lost
slip off and drift away
in the vacuous
hollowness
of Klein
design
As you are stripped of all material possessions little by little...
As your masks crack and slip off one by one...
As your pride destruction lessens moment to moment...
As the ego priorities change person to person...
As you look in the mirror day by day...
Do you know who you are?
you are love,
you are beauty,
you are compassion,
you are peace,
you are joy,
you are happiness,
you are loved.
I am Happiness, you all ardently seek.
I stay elusive from many of your grasp.
With my talisman, I make hearts bright that are bleak.
If grown selfish, I will slip off your clasp.
Won’t board with the haughty, but the meek.
For a few days now, it's been like I'm dreaming.
But in an instant, I try to process it's meaning.
I slip off to sleep.
Or am I in a thought so deep?
Either way, I wish I could stay.
This place that takes me away;
This place that dispels reality;
This place of calm and serenity.
Let me grieve and say it's just not so.
Let me think and sleep; just close the door.
For nothing more or less do I crave
Than to be left alone in this quiet cave.
Deep inside, my heart and soul are really okay.
Right now, I need some time to have nothing to say.
Forgiveness feels like a lonely dance
What to do when drama’s veils go down
Hands must be dropped in repentance
To be free, only I can slip off this gown
Unforgiven I acted as an unimpeachable
I wore out the hands of others justified
Without palms, forgiveness is reachable
Empty scarlet letters is tossed aside
Forgiveness grants a place uninhabited
Two steps back, the next step is always new
By the grace of God I’m deemed talented
He turns the fullness of shame into dew
Forgiveness is a seed receiving the light
I resist trusting soil, water, and sun
The empty space above is where it’s right
Hiding dormant, nowhere for me to outrun
Forgiveness feels rawer than useless raging
No more a martyr's dance, just pure suffering
***
Luke 23:34
Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” And they divided up his clothes by casting lots
What's hiding in my bedroom?
Dark evil spirits of the night.
Always lurking in the shadows,
Forbidden to breach the light.
Constant whispering while I sleep,
Ever tormenting restless dreams.
Icy fingers clutching my throat,
Awakened me with fading screams.
Heart pounding as I look around,
In my closet; a stark surprise.
Peering coldly from the depths,
The subtle glow of angry eyes.
Stricken by fear and paralyzed,
Chills rush down my spine.
As the covers slip off the bed,
From below, a menacing whine.
A pair of hands tug at my feet,
And roughly jerk me to the floor.
Drug swiftly into the closet,
Then the sound of slamming door.
Tandem footsteps sprint down the hall,
Frightened parents come rushing in.
Now greeted by an empty room,
Never to see their child again.
May your words be rooted deep,
To anchor my life grimly in faith;
Keeping my spirit away from temptations.
Whenever I want to say a word,
Guide this,my tongue,not to wander or lie,
That it may testify only of your goodness.
May my lips sing always of your love,
That redeemed me from the grave,
Years before I was brought to existance.
From the pits of this earth,
May may soul be rescued,cleansed and sanctified.
When my feet slip off your path,
May you hold my hand and keep me from falling.
To the cross,where your beloved son was crucified,
Keep my eyes fixed and my heart filled with hope,
As I wait for your second coming,
In prayer and repentance.
The joy that you give,
May I partake of it.
Amen.
In an unwarned minute,
He’d begun to spin it,
Setting himself no limit
Like one eyeing some summit:
A forced-to-be-rotating band
Praying to slip off for restful sand
From a busied tormenting left hand
And the next minute he was a man
Achieving great things without plan
And even without stirring a foot
Of problems getting at their root;
Entirely relying on his instinct,
Vocally praising it for being distinct …
Many would’ve said he was killing Time
And as many pretending to use Time;
A possible number “Hatching some crime”
Perhaps some “A glass of undiluted lime”
But I was sure in his finished rice ‘much thyme’.
i lit fire in my chest
each time it blazes, i breathe blue smoke,
maybe heartbreak is another death that burn us alive.
i make sour song out my voice when i cry,
i slip off from the bed while asleep
& heave myself to the wall.
i have known life do not always bring you everything,
but i know the taste of heartbreak.
there are ways love will break you into emptiness,
& ways we struggle to carry it on our shoulders.
Put your beach chair down
On the soft sand near the jetty,
Slip off your sandals and
The towel wrapped around your waist,
Lie back and close your eyes.
Relax. Let your mind empty.
Listen to the waves
Splashing onto the shore
And burbling back through the rocks.
Let the late afternoon sun
Turn your bones to butter and
Release the tensions of the day.
No cell phone, no books,
No wrestling with worries.
After a while, take a swim
In the cold, sweet, salty ocean.
Open your eyes underwater,
And see the patterns in the sand.
Watch a red crab scuttle by.
Pluck some mussels for dinner
Out of the rocks, store them
Wet in your beach bag
So they won’t get too hot.
Time for a nap in the beach chair
While you dry off a bit.
When the air starts to cool,
Wipe the sand from your feet,
And put on your sandals.
Leave the beach, happy, relaxed
And ready for dinner.
Send me up into space to live in the night sky.
Along Saturn's rings, I'll dance along to my own beat.
Turning in circles as I pretend the planets revolve around me
Until I slip off the edge and float away.
Running into stars as I make my way through space
Neptune is next, and then Mars another day.
Written May 30, 2021
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