My dearest love,
I pray that theses words find the strength to covey beyond the mere definitions they keep. I seem to have lost you in a riddle, a battle of inability's. or at the very least I've misplaced you within corrupted ideas of what you and i once were, a totality thru a proximity of souls. Though my actionless vernacular vastly tells a different story to the contrary. It is only but the corner piece to a thousand parts, that I have yet to lay. still i find myself mesmerized by the haunting of foreign eyes. subsites for your lack of understanding or for a lack of better words. Not so long ago they held me to the flames of lustful desire. I fell Persecuted for the feeding of a lonely heart. The loss stretches beyond mere mortal comprehension. Its vastly seamless in its threaded existence. boundless, I know no measure to compare my love to thee extended hands and feet are of consequence. there is no resolve.
Categories:
to the contrary, color, emotions, eulogy,
Form: Blank verse
God Proper
is pure Light and
Love –
as long as
man declares division,
governs by lesser-ego,
setting God apart
from himself – then,
God divided
manifests presence
as opposing elements
of positive and negative
charges –
(however, magnetic attraction
will always be present
regardless – a universal constant)
then, best attempt at harmony~
would be, balance by way
of managed distance --
whether man is aware
or not,
creation is always one
with its creator, all substance
varying degrees of divine consciousness – Universal
mind)
man using divisive nature, at the same
time thinking himself separate~ appendages
of imagined individuality while on an indivisible
body of Universal Presence – actual division is
illusion of consciousness – it only exists
mentally --
when man accepts
Christ-consciousness --
closer he moves
toward sentient association
with his indwelling divinity --
Acquiescence to
Christ’s lead does not manifest as loss of
volition...but, to the contrary, such surrender
becomes gateway for heightened personification
of Kinship with The Father Godhead --
Categories:
to the contrary, education, growth, leadership, mystery,
Form: Prose
Ducks are up in the air,
it is early - too much
a middling.
Nature lures,
leads us on,
the weather is wrong.
Icy licked stems
are surprised.
Defrosting ants and marmots
patch and mend,
loggers lean on buzz saws.
People take pause,
store bobble hats
and puffer jackets.
Today, to the contrary
the snow is heavy,
any hint of avian romance
is indefinitely delayed.
© 48 mins ago
Categories:
to the contrary, poetry,
Form: Free verse
It rained this morning...
but I am not surprised
myself arising a bit
on the cloudy side --
by the afternoon
my mind a blaze
of clear activity --
the sun was high
and bright --
to the contrary,
the day before
I arose quite chipper --
yet it rained all day
such a windy, soggy
dripper
the night even more fierce
not a star of light
what were you thinking!?
Categories:
to the contrary, emotions, environment, feelings, introspection,
Form: Free verse
We’re all important in different and various ways
But we shouldn’t ever get to caught up in our own significance
or self-importance
Whatever we believe, we are transient
Whatever pigeon hole, box or compartment of our lives, we are transient
Friends, strong friends, we may bump into but rarely do we seek or
be sought out with any regularity
We hear ourselves say “we should do this more often”
but we rarely do
We are all guilty
Work environments, once left, people quickly fade
An acknowledgement that the world moves on
Quite rightly so
We are transient
Even with families, that most permanent of connections,
time erodes any permanence
Most can remember our parents and even grandparents
but how much beyond that
We are all of us, transient
Our lives are relatively short, for most our legacy is even shorter
Very few people have any form of permanence in history
This doesn’t mean we are irrelevant
To the contrary
We can be important and influential in a number of ways
It’s important to remember
Who you are
What you are
How you are
Be true to yourself but know life for what it is
In not so many years, no one will know any of this
Categories:
to the contrary, appreciation, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
The fall of man is attributed to Eve
Who urged Adam to eat the forbidden fruit
Such is the story ancient biblical scriptures weave
Bringing about, as is said, on all of mankind disrepute
Reserving judgment on whether this tale is false or true
Blind belief that we have sinned shrouds us in guilt
Heart contracts every day swallowing this brew
No wonder then facing storms of life we wilt
Instead if we say man and woman are one
Polarities of God’s singularity that split in duality
Then concepts and beliefs entertained come undone
Allowing us to holistically view the absolute truth in totality
Eve is certainly not the villain she has been made out to be
Quite to the contrary, Adam was incomplete without her
Such is the interpretation, which our loving eyes see
We hope dear reader, that with us you concur
Categories:
to the contrary, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
"Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.", They say.
To the contrary,
all the Sun wants is
the cessation of the light.
It labors endlessly
bringing light to the world
so that we may flourish.
A thankless job,
with us too consumed by greed
to take a moment to ponder
the Sun's mighty effort.
With no breaks or relief
the Sun shines constantly,
bringing its holy rays
and providing bright days.
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light.", They say.
"Let me go.", pleads the Sun.
Categories:
to the contrary, metaphor, sun,
Form: Free verse
We all knew Jack or someone like him,
But we thought time had passed by him,
We even sang the odd hymn,
To mark the passing on of him.
But alas he has returned to carry on where he left off
Knowing every job the ins and outs of.
That others could not finish off,
Despite many views to the contrary of,
By those cleaning up after he had moved off,
To tell others what he never knew the half of.
I came across him the other day,
And he still had the same old things to say,
About how others did not know how to work with clay,
Or who should have right of way,
And that he was able to bring what was needed into play,
Faster than I could say,
I'm finished for the day.
Now he has a family of his own,
For us to bemoan.
Categories:
to the contrary, allusion, analogy, angst, cancer,
Form: Burlesque
no matter what you
say to the contrary you
will always keep on giving
me renewed opportunities
to reenter your world even
if they are very sort lived
the chance always exists
even when it may not appear
to be so to the untrained naked
eye of a passer by the chance
still exists and will continue to
exist through the knowing eye
of the two of us
Categories:
to the contrary, true love,
Form: Free verse
the situational door of
continued opportunity
never truly closes
it always seems to
somehow remain open
so be it even if it´s just a crack
it stays open no matter what
you might say to the contrary
you leave it open for me to
stick my foot back into your
life every so often through
out this years and for years to
come your never truly done with me
no matter what you may say
Categories:
to the contrary, irony,
Form: Free verse
We are the people, did you know,
Better be ready, do feel it so.
But, to keep you accurate to, you!
We live in a human world;
Where sin is thick, judgments clouded;
In a world that's full of hate;
The people were shouting.
People are boasting about themselves:
In prideful ways, they'll soon regret;
The things they've said in their vanity.
Racial slurs are happening everywhere:
We as people cannot move forward;
Because we lost to our hast;
Such sorrow to see this happening in despair.
Who gives the right for such arrogance to bear:
I know of one, which soon will be here;
Please give it a guess, then wait and see.
I see people for who they are:
They have but one color in my eyes;
That's the color of love, for all to reside.
Our times now find us to this:
New World Order, a dictatorship;
They want their citizens to bow to them.
But, to the contrary:
I bow to no one, but One;
Our Father in Heaven, and I love Him so.
Categories:
to the contrary, conflict, confusion, culture, future,
Form: Prose
I think my words are far more worthy
than I am, the writer – often feeling,
grateful – but apart! For the mind
and heart, can seem, at times, mere
spectators to the being. Inspiration
pouring in, as if a blessed shower
or cloudburst, from far off or high
above, somewhere outside conscious
push-and-shove. Feeling honored
to be allowed a share; pleased to know
something far greater than I is taking
dutiful care – for one's soul can
be its own worst adversary; faith,
the vision of blind, dispelling
all notion to the contrary --
Categories:
to the contrary, faith, growth, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Free verse
As life happens, we wisen, soul glistens
Caveat being, there be no stupor
Poised in stillness, to our conscience listen
Bliss vapour with no anchor for rancour
In our each entrée, awareness the key
Moment to moment, peaking bliss quotient
Save love dropping all to the contrary
Heart radiant, our form luminescent
Unclenched fist, open heart, rapture persists
Ego urge weed, living by need, not greed
Ceasing to resist, ensconced in bliss mists
Love our sturdy steed, will to God concede
Imbibing each life breath with gratitude
Vibrant and joyous, is our solitude
07-August-2021
Categories:
to the contrary, joy, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
I Am, I see, I feel, love throb within
Each moment in time, ignition begins
Vibrant and aglow, no trace of ennui
Childlike heart embarks on a joyful spree
Nestled in calm tranquil, presence sanguine
Purity of being, each touch virgin
Abode of love, heart, so we dwell therein
As a bliss mist, thus we are, thus we be
I Am, I see
Love suffused magnetism, life underpins
Bliss bursts from within, we feel on our skin
Divine love leads the way and mind agrees
No murmurs arise, to the contrary
Under shade of love tree, am free of sin
I Am, I see
20-July-2021
Categories:
to the contrary, i am, love,
Form: Rondeau
No matter what anyone says to the contrary
I firmly believe in miracles, not the divine kind
Turning plain water into fine wine, necessarily,
But seeing a newborn deer first learning to run
A deaf child hearing sound for the very first time
A spectacular natural eclipse of the morning sun,
Tests confirming a dreadful disease is in remission
Watching an unfolding rosebud flare out in full bloom
Imagining complex formulas proving nuclear fission.
Miracles are often showing up in the smallest feat
Coming when least expected--in a windfall, a bonus
Or, just when we had given up all hope in defeat,
Victories over those formidable obstacles, you see,
Are identifiable, verifiable, bonafide miracles to me.
Written June 15, 2021
Categories:
to the contrary, inspirational, miracle, philosophy,
Form: Sonnet
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