In desolate wasteland of deprivation,
sauntering languidly with my indigent life,
I tried tolerantly for so long
to smoothen the angularities
of our beleaguered bond.
Swirling in the egregious whirlpool
of searing indignation,
sucked into the chasm
of despondent desertion,
I searched in vain
for the pathway to your heart.
The feeling of dismal denial
made me abandon the pursuit.
But had I cultivated
the art of endurance
and stayed on resolute,
I’d have seen the butterfly
of yearning return reticent,
flitter in the air of changed time
on its wings of dream
in my sensuous sky
with the lattice of your charisma.
With the whispering wind
it’d have created the music,
harmonized with the rhythm of my heart,
where longing would have danced
with the ripples of rhapsody,
roll between you and me,
entwine us forever.
Purifying the renascent craving called love,
I’d have weaved the novel design of desire
in the tapestry of heavenly togetherness,
that wouldn’t have frayed
till the end of time.
I sit I wait
I sit I pray
I sit to explore my fate.
I sit, I work. I wait.
I sit, I wait, I work.
To sit to watch time pass.
I sit , I wait enduringly.
I sit, to wait tolerantly.
I speak my hidden angry GodVoice
and my sad suffering supplicant Goddess
listening choice
And these feel counter-balanced
within shared robust HappyGod
speaking through widely effective
boldly multiculturing voices
and/or deep learning health-conscious GreenGoddess
effluent flows
of nature's silent
non-violent
communion whispers,
Inviting soul songs for slow-dance circling
drumming
thrumming
strumming
plumbing rhythmic muses
Re-membering EarthTribe
con-celebrating HereNow
questing Paradise resilience
with past and future
more tolerantly listening
in-between regenerating
transpersonal progenitors
In Earth's sanctuary
not here for exclusively right answers;
Here to learn
to ask inclusively deeper and wider,
healthier and wealthier questions
together.
His covenant speaks through cooperative contracts
within a universally tolerant midway
sacred transcendent space;
Her sacrament hears uniting cooperative invitations
into ego/ecojustice sanctuary
of divine
and for humane
bilateral balance,
becoming holy healed.
I’d be tolerantly receptive... bridge the generation divide
December 31, 2018
Contest : Mon-O
Sponsor : Brian Strand
They told me, before I came,
that life is superior in America.
Those days when I have my thoughts fixed on the money,
the almighty green dollar;
nothing else seems to matter any more.
I lost autonomy when my feet graced New York
I Spent days in a county jail
while searching for the man I used to be,
four different times I was there.
Metal doors clanging shut
squeezed tears from a grown man’s eyes,
and thoughts winged their way through time
to find blacks in a cotton field.
Hearts, in this place,
Can be as hard as a brick.
Callous reigns from the kingdoms of marred consciences,
making the world numb from a single stance.
I’ve dragged myself “home” again,
where a lion is a mouse,
and a fat woman sits on a bed
eating her life away; she is ruthless.
This time is the last time,
this time I will stay subdued;
I will wait, tolerantly,
for the card to my freedom.
The green card to free will.
God bless America.
compose, check mail
d. u. v.
over flying husk of...._____?
enveloping our world
of entropy...
encircling, questioning....believing
in today...
I give to you my ut - most
respect, Olga, so far away
being able to connect
through wires
and cables
and instruments
like new = age fables
ESP over continents! I sense you eight
hours to the future!
Olga, you bring me hope (and to you as welll....)
I find you not here in Florida USA
but via musical pixies in the air - waves....
electronic bella= donic wings you give me!
shamanic visions only to rectify new visions...
of Olga, passive
strong
tolerantly
longing
for her
new
song.....
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