When I look back as far as I can see
through the past of my Earthly memory
I cannot find an absence of belief
or faith in single, loving Deity
I do not know of life without a Lord
hymns on Sundays, singing every chord
However, through a trying adult phase
I turned away on my own proud accord
Although I still believed, I was in pain
Along with ancient anger - Abel, Cain
Temptation put upon Adam and Eve
Then told in Paradise could not remain
I witnessed others select, pick, and choose
particular scriptures that they could use
To back their case, justify, or rationalize
My glowing flame of faith became diffused
Entered theories of physics and science
led me toward Old Testament defiance
In prayer, I now addressed "The Universe"
And on personal God put much less reliance
Exhilarated by Quantum Mechanics
I put on hold mere Biblical semantics
Less literally, I clung to verse of youth
And traveled through a phase of my own antics
Now, when I try to synthesize it all
Everything I've come to know and can recall
It all comes back to Love and Consciousness
Hence, this is where I'll settle ... though Self so small
Existence is dubitable like an ocean; waves spree there-- anywhere
Well, we can't unsee the depth of the well, a person where it can idealize darkness through matter
Feels uncertain; the moment we are not sure of
But who to swim to these stagnate waters from aquifers just to see a miracle
A coin, a peso, no, a horizontal ocean. But it can't be an ocean; it does not splash
It does, a motion where we could generate. It is the most stagnate of depth I have seen
It is too far to say it is an ocean, ocean is dubitable, well the well is too.
The one, is so calm where the other is not. EIther, it contains darkness
Say, it is just life through its motion, as far you could read it
I myself cannot even synthesize an ocean and well because of physicality, rather thinking how it could be similar
Also, I could not even write that ocean is a well, for I am uncertain where I am. I was thrown at the world!
For nothing I should conceive my own meaning.
My heart leapt with all joy, still does, with doe eyes.
Back in that day, before I knew Elton’s face, the sighs
of my sister and I, as we lie in our parents bed,
hours of tuning in to the sounds we were fed.
My heart leapt with all joy, as this Middlesex man
belted out this timebomb tune. Pop rock began.
Begins with innocence, new releases rocks repress,
with the leer of a crocodile on “Suzie’s tight dress.”
A young mind doesn’t fixate on innuendoes; doe eyes
recklessly leap and dance; with time, lyrics synthesize.
The moment I hear this tune, I’m back in time, inside
my Haviland skin, “hopping and bopping” amplified.
The world is changing in a profound way,
through the exploitation of fear and lies.
You can't trust a word politicians say:
they connive and editorialize.
And legislate laws that legitimize
corruption and greed, for personal gain.
The tactics they employ to terrorize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Dictators strip democracy away
slowly, before folks start to realize.
Tyrants interject God into the fray:
persecuting all who dare criticize.
The ignorant are taught to recognize
the poor and weak as the root of their pain.
Ways to demonize and rationalize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Potentates kill people who are born gay:
their death is just something to televise.
Fakers, pretending to believe, they pray:
their fake beliefs, simple to synthesize.
Bigotry's easy to popularize,
despite being cruel and inhumane.
And fascists willing to militarize
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Fascism is set to materialize
and show its ugly face, yet once again.
And propagandists who destabilize:
are imperative to Hate's campaign.
Critical thinking is science at work,
not hasty indictment with cynical smirk.
Start by collecting data and facts,
then analyze, synthesize, hypothesize that.
At final judgement to general position,
evaluate sides for the best supposition.
Apply reason when testing
Check facts to the letter
Challenge your choices
From good to much better.
Songs watered
Given chance to grow
Flourished beyond years
Lingering feeling
It's never over
Floral aroma
Oklahoma
Rooted possibility
Unraveling divinity
Time to synthesize
Oh gentle muse
Release your muffled hum
Sing forbidden hymns
To light the garden
Lyrics hold open wounds
Bleeding butterflies
Leading path
Sing a new sunrise
Monarchs melody
Enriches the soil
Tangled roots gift
Cherished harmony
Delicate petals detach
Rhythmic sways send soul signals
Rehearsed heartbeat cultivates cresendo
Nourishing bountiful harvest
A progression so infectious
Pollinators whistle through walkways
Our meadow,
Deemed choir
Echoes our bloom
Six 5-letter words
never
mourn
youth
spent
wrong ~
today!
Five 6-character lines
graced
is a man
who has
a large
quiver
Five 6-letter words
bright
sights
ignite
delite,
excite!
Three 10-letter words
imaginings
synthesize
adventures
Ten 3-letter words
two
men
can
see
saw
but
one
man
can
not
finding a way in this place
everyday someone pleads a case
trapped, yet free in an infinite space
no longer will I hesitate
eye opened, holding tight to grace
my mind on a high speed chase
reality at times I find difficult to embrace
negative emotions, constantly erased
genes of perseverance synthesize my polymerase
my name embedded in the land in all uppercase
now enlightened, money I no longer chase
dreams I trace
collectively organizing thoughts like a database
my history, my past, will never erase
my future, my weight
achieving, giving, thriving in this interplanetary space
finding my way in this place
stopped along the road
to synthesize a poem
a feathery mimosa
honeysuckle vine
entwined my mind with its scent
the sweetened sapling of youth
the flutter of faeries
and butterflies on wild rose
I’m swinging on memories
held tight, wild hair asunder
6/18/2020
I close the door and I shut my eyes
Trans-dimensional synthesize
Explore some more and synchronize
Under the oculus I scrutinize
Polyhedral fractals in disguise
As tessellated crystals in blue skies
In spatiotemporal waters I'm baptized
My hopes and dreams are galvanized
I scribble and scratch and memorize
While I can barely visualize
I pause and ruminate then overemphasize
Yet I can barely verbalize
What have I seen? What does it mean?
Alpestrine thoughts of the unforeseen
What can I glean from the crazy scene
That left me bereft of manner and mien?
Do you synthesize your anger,
do you cauterize the burn
Do you anesthetize the wonder,
as your dreams are drugged and scorned
Is your judgment tempered badly,
with emotion fiery hot
Is your vision colored madly,
by your choices—sold and bought
Does your music play reclusive,
do your words fall off the page
Does your ego feed that last excuse
—a mask you can’t explain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Master of rendition
My volition not to compromise
Synthesize the power
Never willing just to pantomime
Know it when you see
The genius pouring forward cracking time
None can touch this ice-cold wording
Humble master patron mine
Let’s prioritize,
Revolutionize,
Synchronize,
Synthesize,
Modernize,
Electrify,
Excitement mounts in the mob.
They love the words.
They sound fancy, prancy, dancy.
They vote for the man.
At least it’s not a woman.
We can’t have one of those yet.
People are ready.
Want a change.
Except not a woman of course.
Never a woman.
Not realizing
All they really need
Is a house in the country,
With flowers, and a garden.
Do you synthesize your anger,
do you cauterize the burn
Do you anesthetize the wonder,
as your dreams are drugged and scorned
Is your judgment tempered badly,
with emotion fiery hot
Is your vision colored madly,
by your choices—sold and bought
Does your music play reclusive,
do your words fall off the page
Does ego kill your last excuse
—that mask you can’t explain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
My internal secret kingdom is in my soul
love is in my heart that loves all
righteousness is in my perfect conscience
courage is in my lung to defeat all dark
my wonderful thoughts rest in my mind
that synthesize my desired beautiful dreams
never thinks bad for others
tries to bind all with a soft chain of love only
my legs decide to reach my own hidden Paradise
hands work to maintain that
I love my mini world with in me
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