I’ve been called Mister Scrooge!
I’ve been called the fourth stooge!
But I will not give up the fight
Until somebody calls me Mister Right...
I’ve been battered, I’ve been bruised!
It’s been said I’m born to lose!
But I will not call it a night
Until somebody calls me Mister Right...
I’ve been told I’m a jerk
I’ve been told it wouldn’t work.
But I will try with all my might
Until somebody calls me Mister Right...
I’ve been set up, been put down
Called a loser, a fool, a clown.
But I will not be put to flight
Until somebody calls me Mister Right...
I’ve been called a total mess
Been accused of thoughtlessness.
Oh, but I’ll go on despite
Until somebody calls me Mister Right!
My eyeballs move as though witnessing scenes within eyelids.
Face, just like obeying commands of some far-off spirits, skids
Heaven, with the triune god and the angels illumine
I cross the boundaries and reach all realms beyond human
Truth and untruth are tenderly mixed like milk and water.
Where's my skill gone that culls out shapes from mud as a potter?
There's a sensation. It's like the touch on a touch-me-not.
Between what's seen and unseen, known and unknown, there's a knot.
As a small drama that is enacted within a long play
Does the unsaid truth sparkle, piercing the veils of each ray?
Do the deeds of good overpower the deeds of evil?
Between brain, bones, blood, nerves, and muscles, there's an upheaval.
Sitting aside my flowing stream of thoughts and thoughtlessness
Do I, the dreamer, discover my own dream's plotlessness?
Cuffed with cautions, causations, cognitions, and cogitations
Aren’t each dream and the dreamer bound by vague limitations?
Words,
too many words,
superfluous and useless.
They bind you in a swirling vortex,
drown you in inconsequential thoughtlessness.
Oh for a few moments of supreme silence,
in some secluded space,
where you might not even hear
the wayward wind comes and goes.
A quiet nook, devoid of insane noise,
You then can walk with God.
For even when He became man,
He looked for silent places,
high up on the lofty mountain tops.
So my sinful superficial soul aspires
for that empty sound of the suburb soul,
a liveable lullaby of paradoxical peace,
where the warring world is shut out
There I will find a small cosy corner
where I can meet and talk to God,
my rendezvous with my beloved Lord.
Where have I descended? Where are my conscience and consciousness?
Why is emptiness engulfing me like the darkest nights?
Why does everything around seem like nightly nothingness?
Why do I feel as though I have fallen from mountain heights?
The feeling of feelinglessness; the thought of thoughtlessness
The mind is blank (tabula rasa), like an empty slate.
There's an absolute awfulness to utter lawlessness.
Nonexistent souls dumped in an absurdity of fate
Lethe, the goddess of forgetfulness, take hold of me.
I am dipped deep into the deepest rivers of Hades.
Nothing is transparent; no living creatures I could see.
Am I, for the further flow, thrown into the Euphrates?
To me, an optimist, all these are but passing phases.
To gaze beyond blazes, the almighty of all graces
That stiff-neckedness; that boulder-like stoneness
The so-called track-travel; that perfection-proneness
The 'looking-down-upon' others as backboneless
That sharp surety of sheer, shadowless shallowness
All came to a standstill like a train on a halt.
I felt something stopping my voluntary vault.
'Take it easy'—I heard the inner self prompting.
'There's a need for reciprocating and bonding.
Perfectionism has high streams of expectations.
Thoughtlessness fills and fixes all fluctuations.
Critical, unrealistic ruthless morals
Leads to my depression, unmet goals, and laurels.
Fear, failure, procrastination, low self-esteem
Nullity and nothingness enter a clear stream.
Like a wounded dove amidst vultures, I suffer.
The environmental zeitgeist turns stone tougher.
I should be calm, cool, and consciously cogitate.
To follow out, I must mindfully meditate.
Thus, like a serene, solemn stream searching the sea
I plunged into the hunt for my lost true 'me.
Shedding that glittering gift-paper-wrapped spirit
And securing a supple self to my merit
This change of mind has now taken on newer roots.
In my thoughts, words, and deeds, bringing abundant fruits
Leave me colorless
Fill me with an oversized anecdote besmeared on my thoughtlessness
I have no stories for you my second
No war crimes for you my first
No love for you my third
For after all I am colorless
I am your minds inversion of self-reflection
A backwards mirror
I am no deity
I have no explanation
I am what I am
The silent children moan as I look past their fathers lands
Their cattle cry for their calf as I raise my elusive hands
Timid Timid - no more
Timid Timid - no more
Lovely grim penance
The stars look in disgust as we ravage each other
I bury one hundred generations of 100 children and one hundred of their children
Timid Timid - no war
Timid Timid - no war
For you are the crawler
Yes you are the crawler
What causes a relationship to fail?
Decay sets in when thoughtlessness persists,
when selfishness extends beyond the pale,
and chances to show love are blindly missed.
Vacated houses crumbling with decay
once teemed with life and families with dreams.
Now in the wind, these spindly structures sway,
not willing to give up the ghost, it seems.
But Nature’s life-renewing power leans
upon decay of plants. Like night and day,
these opposites, decay and growth, are means
that lead to all Earth’s glory on display.
Each year Spring plants and flowers grace the Earth,
for God decreed that death results in birth.
I went to a museum Saturday
enjoying art with daughter, friend, and wife.
It was our daughter's 30th birthday-
a lovely way to celebrate her life!
Then clouds descended on our afternoon.
Discovering, returning to my car
some driver turned the corner far too soon
and mashed my fender, leaving a black scar.
But, lest the hit-and-run scar irritate,
two witnesses displaying kindness, wrote
the color, model, make, and license plate,
and left it on my windshield as a note.
Discouraged by one driver's thoughtlessness
Encouraged by two witnesses' largesse.
written 3 Apr 2023
Exhaustion has became the conclusion to these missing pieces to the puzzle. Often questioning one's emotional state of mind.
Are you mad? making statements I got you, I have your back instead your words are void and doesn't match your actions. Your words
often reminds me of a light switch thats attached to these walls flipped on and off.
Your indecisiveness, thoughtlessness are
exhausting and draining similar like desolation in the land of famine, no where to
tread these wavering points of emotions and destinations.
In a place, the eyes could barely lead,
For the pair were no more of any use.
Clouded by past memoirs, some glow and some so blue.
Lost thereof, for nothing else made any sense.
Behind shut lids, I embraced each moment.
Time and time again, into limbo I treaded further.
Unknowingly erasing my prints to make certain my no return.
If only I knew that my meal was my peril.
Tighter I clung to many pasts so laced.
As my thoughts smelted my lids to be forever shut.
Like a death potion gravely sought,
My deep craves a deep that slowly swallows me whole.
If only I could...
...stop and return here where it all started.
But then, the darkness of thoughtlessness shall begin.
And that, I dread the most.
If my essence be my pain, then that shall I remain.
Burn in my thoughts until there is nothing left of me.
By Hart Adolphus
Give a man a cracker
and he's happy
Forgetting other men who've never had
Take away his cracker and he's angry
Bothered
that he never helped
what add
Talk
Remember through your tough times
how I’d talk with you in mind,
find perspective you were blind,
Selfless help that shows I’m kind
When I went through my tough times,
You’d joke that I had lost my mind,
Subjectively reject the find,
Ignorant selfish failure blind.
Time I gave that you declined,
Attention care that you denied,
Thoughtlessness not supplied
A friendship found to waste my time
You like the friend I was too you,
Doing things my friend don’t do,
I bet you like my colours true,
Get out my life and far from view
You can say you don’t know why,
tell the world how hard you try
make me look unjustly sly
play the victim, fine, goodbye
When mind is in the moment, thoughtlessness prevails"
~
Keep your mind away from thoughts that rebound
Hear the mesmerizing melodic music of surround
Bask in the bewitching beauteous objects that astound
Sense all the sensations you skin has sensed around
Inhale the myriad magnetic fragrances floating around
Experience boundless bounteous bliss of God abound
Mindfulness leads to cessation
Of thoughts, the causation
Of our miseries, our vexation
Mindfulness makes us aware of creation
Leading to captivation
Then to our admiration
And acclamation
Of love of God flowing without cessation
When thoughts end
Vibrations ascend
We transcend
The body
Situated in Samadhi
experiences bliss eternal
Sees soul internal
Attains salvation
Instant elation
To final destination
What might have been but wasn't,
we all have writings in this book.
Our tears collect in bottles
marked with, "Grief," because our look
was in the wrong direction, our time
was spent elsewhere. We forgot to
listen closely, didn't say the words,
"I care." If we'd known someone
was needing, we would have
helped them ease their pain.
But we didn't. Now we suffer
from thoughts we still retain
within our souls, which are now
bent over from the shame. We
feel like bartering with the wind
to quiet this relentless blame
and guilt. We need to climb above these
thoughts, not mourn them as they pass.
If someone calls, we'll answer;
we'll refill the hourglass.
"The purpose of our lives is to be happy.” — Dalai Lama
~~~~~
I write upon my mind thoughtlessness, peace and calm.
Thoughts of bad happenings do make me sad.
I feel life is not good and cry.
Absence of all desires
is what I consciously contrive
for even a small desire upsets mind.
I get irritated and my peace of mind ends.
~~~~~
I tell son be flexible, life is full of bends.
In it always ups and downs you will find.
For calm blissful mind you must strive.
To be good you aspire.
To shed anger, laziness try.
Anger can make you do deeds that are bad.
Laziness will rob you of your health peace and calm.
~~~~~
I tell myself you have to always maintain calm.
Don't be sad you have so much to be glad.
To forgive, forget you must try.
For happiness aspire.
Laugh you must till you are alive.
Understand others, be empathic, kind.
Gather memorable memories till life ends.
~~~~~
2nd Feb 2021
Inspired by My Invented Form - I Write Upon Contest
Sponsor : Constance La France
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