CREATIVE MAGNITUDES
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Before the prelude
In vain you tried to come to them,
in darkness you returned to Me.
In dark you got your name condemned,
the sunlight you will never see,
They wiped away My plans for you,
offered to the god of greed,
reduced to cluster and tissue,
as god and judge they supersede.
Your eyes will not see the evil galore
the cruelty under the sun,
But I will demand retrieval for
the blood of My slaughtered sons.
Those hands I had designed to save,
choked your song before the prelude,
Given no chances but the grave,
sentenced for their turpitude.
Sobbing: my paycheck is now gone!
grabbed by disposal, (see Page One)
Instructions neglected by fools
supersede most survival tools
Hypothesis:
What is an ego anyways
Are we born with it
And from the moment we have the willpower
we’re tasked with muting it
Or does it grow from experiences of rejection
Fed by whom?
Is it intrinsically preserving,
Extrinsically repelling…
For the sake of avoiding philosophical debate
Let’s say we have an agreed upon theory
Experiment:
I’d like to think my ego dissolved
The moment my mother dropped me
From her arms before I ever had a chance to challenge Piaget’s concept of object permanence
And when I plummeted to reality
I landed upon the selfless idea
That if their need for affirmation
Could supersede my need for survival
Then I could keep from ever falling so tragically again
Analysis:
And though ego death happens in silence
It’s showboating that sustains ego life
Suppose one without the death
could never question their impulses.
Without an initial fall
The ego can’t even see it’s own reflection
enchanting ravishing seductress
keeps men guessing her constant needs
her latest conquest is my cousin Gus
victim of her spells, no one can supersede
full of blarney and oodles of bull
twisting him about with great success
she has mesmerized poor Gus’s soul
a black widow who does not confess
If I could, I would trade you my eyes
Cause you should see you with the clearness of mine
Things your tainted image couldn’t imagine you’d see
Cause I’m half the man you would be, if you were me
There’s lots of things you’ve yet to understand
But I know you could if you took my hand
Let me have a chance to show you what life can be
Take another chance and consider a life with me
Teach me more about you, I long to look into your eyes
I don’t want to be filled with anxiety or guilt
just embrace your beauty and let my heart wilt
Palpate your hand on my chest as you drift off to my heartbeat
In that moment I had no emotion to excrete
I wish I could re-live that year on repeat
Even just to experience us as a whole, complete
My soul would reach no further solace
Nothing in my world more flawless
You’re still the love of my life
Your love the supersede to my strife
Sweet songbirds chirp, greeting the rising sun
below my bedroom window every Spring.
While their cheery tunes confirm Spring's begun;
green begins coloring in everything.
Crocuses silently push through the ground;
while frozen icicles melt, drip by drip.
The honking of geese fills the sky with sounds
signifying they're on their return trip.
Wildflowers suddenly begin to sprout;
popping from the ground, summoned by sunlight.
Spring seems so splendid; there is little doubt
when Spring colors supersede Winter's white.
I love the scent of Spring's perfumed breezes,
Winter smells sterile once the ground freezes.
My words are to those who mock people and think others they can out smart. It seems that their ego has far wondered, and their thoughts have drifted apart.
You may find wisdom in a fools wordings, or even in the words of the insane. And you may find ignorance in the words of scholars, even though knowledge they have gained.
Some people have had no schooling, but from scrap create pieces of art. And some others possess vast knowledge, but can’t even fix a cart. Some drunks are wise with words and some sober can’t find their way.
No matter how good you are at something, there is always someone who will supersede. It is wise to be modest to others, with arrogance you don’t need to compete.
In each one of us there is talent and each other we do complete. How can your life be of value? if your heart does not have a beat. Do good and be kind to people, because one day soon you may be obsolete.
Saleh Ben Saleh
We think of value as a set amount
that's given to an item held or sold.
Most often- currency is paramount;
in olden times- perhaps silver or gold.
But, there is value in a different kind-
assessed and held by memories and heart,
which far surpasses any worth assigned;
for us, become forever works of art.
A mom's embroidery, dad's old-time tools,
or grandma's written recipes spelled out.
Intrinsic values follow no set rules;
the love assigned is what they're all about.
These values- held and stored by heart and mind
Far supersede the ordinary kind.
THE HARD DAYS
Way to vision is full of gloominess,
Many obstacles are hide in it like evilness,
Tremendous lightning of will power can supersede it,
Just command yourself to do it,
Sometimes circumstances are not auspicious,
Shattered hopes tell to kill the dreams and itself,
Life feels like gehenna,
Seems like as if burning on the grave of hopes,
Gather the shattered hopes and move towards morality,
Be patient and wait for the opportunity,
Oh! Look opportunities are falling into my hands,
Like god is showering blessings on me
flowers in bloom have taken the place of withered flowers,
Hard days will be remembered till the last hour,
- ASHNEH SINGH
The giftee rings true only when their offering is given without greed
and when received in gentleness without tug it will surely supersede
Love is the union of two people who willingly sacrifice themselves
Lust is a brash rub of emotion that with selfish intent often delves
Truth is honest, open and often patient, in expressing its commitment
Lies on the other hand are cunning and always eager to increment
Isolation can lead to separation along with deep seated loneliness
but recognizing same in others can be a moment of deep awareness
Nov 11 2022
Overwhelmingly fragile life is,
It often knocked us down on our knees.
Facing the daybreak has been exceedingly petrifying
where to rise where to set?
Do I even belong here?
A loner I've always been.
From million miles, I shot the star yet fall on lion’s mouth
there's scarcity of rooms to procure all that's hurting,
All that's maiming.
then what's left is all bogus,
A goal of its own to attain
winning or losing I am on the race.
Even so, as I set about to stretch my wings and waggle
No longer could I hobble around.
while all I own is learning to recline on Jesus,
the Master of all the masters
supersede the unfathomable vagueness,
rose brighter when all I comprehend is a grey of tilted shades
He truly is my superhero for life.
Actually two of them
Were bought
Though quickly one of them died
In a clearance shelf
At Target
to raise one never tried
The remaining bulb
for five or six years
In varying stages of life
Almost succeeding
In doing it in
by horticulture most blithe
On the porch last summer it
put on two leaves
that were propped up lest they break
In the fall
In a makeshift Greenhouse
to see how much more it could take
Was not prepared for the
hidden surprise
All its deprivation had wrought
Two blossoms
The size of dessert plates
bold red,my breath it caught.
Never give up
Never say die
however feebly continue to try
The fruits of
Your labors may supersede
What your expectations belie.
The quintessential of nyctophilia, wrapped in bridal attire, slowly and slowly as in somnambulism there goes the heroine of timeless tragedy to supersede her lovers feigned insanity.
Her beloved father is no more, being killed by her suitor's intrigued tyranny;
ignored to be drowned, to burn in the flame of plotted felony.
Jilted, to be startled by the selcouth performance of her handsome wooer's vile strategy;
there goes the most beautiful heroine ever to be the victim of fated irony,
immersed in senseless lunacy, to vanish from the sight of Hamlet's fatalistic eyes to bid adieu to the agony,
slowly and slowly to be disappeared into melancholic darkness from the dazzling maniac opaque sight;
there goes the Danish heroine of evergreen tragedy.
Everything I write, say,
gets into the mind, heart
and soul of the reader;
everything I write or say,
comes from the mind,
heart and soul of the writer:
These are my Living words...
not written to supersede
those of God, but truly a
sincere attempt to emulate;
– I am a selfless nobody...
appealing to let His words
flow through me, encompass
me, be my breath and Light –
I serve as a vessel – not a host.
If Insanity? Then a blessed
one....
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