I've been over the rainbow
and danced with eagles
when the storms below raged
where i walked in forbidden dreams
placed teasing kisses upon stars
where others have left their wishes
have denied life its trivialities
defied its insurmountable
capitulated to the trailing winds
upon sails unfurled
and sought no harbor
while yearning for distant shores
preferring at times moonless nights
lest they deny me calling constellations
while others witnessed madness
i bathed in the love of God
Oregon 9/19/26
Between my hands warming themselves in the sun of tomorrow,
The memory of our shared moments is still present.
The sky, a wash of orange watercolor where a jasmine scent drifts.
My nets pull up my thoughts, anchors from the depths of time.
Between my hands escapes a smile lit by the lights of the past,
The memory of last hopes, for we always want to believe.
Each moment becomes precious and our eyes are filled with tears,
Our gazes speak and understand each other, time is running out.
Between my hands I press my temples tightly so as not to forget,
The memory of shared moments, no more trivialities, just being there.
You are luminous, the sound of logs crackling in the fireplace.
These exchanged words are nectar, and the fire will not erase them.
Our gazes meet and we know your body is growing tired,
Our pasts no longer matter in the fury of destiny.
One step, it is obvious, a thread of hope for life to charm again.
Last flash of light, time is hurried — here is the end of the path.
Joël Charvillat
The Way of Time
Time is the essence of life; it’s the key ingredient
that lies in every heartbeat, an urgency that flows
With every breath we take.
This earthen body experiences life lessons, texting
Its limiting nature, while circulating its last breath.
Once the clock starts ticking, like a Rolex watch,
Any lost tempo in the timeline is a missed opportunity
made unregainable, altering the rhythm of life.
So utilize it wisely by turning mere existence into
A legacy left behind in time.
Take presence as your canvas and paint your
Rembrandt in self-command.
Its value is in its passion, conveying all of life's
colors, emotions, losses, hurts, and sufferings.
Then wrap them up in joyous expectation and
Share them with the world.
Get on the grind; waste no more energy on
Trivialities with no lasting gain.
Overcome obstacles to accomplishment.
Be inclined to make time for your
Prime time as you shine.
Before the curtain closes.
In divine creation:
God took His spirit (time) with the universe,
Man, in His image, used His presence as a gift
To astound the world with your masterpieces.
In an elaborate piece that leaves them all in
disbelief.
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Custodian of incessant soliloquies,
Archivist of trivialities disguised as profundities.
Into vaults descend labyrinthine anxieties,
Transmuted into parables of mockery and wit.
Encouragement cloaked in paradox,
Sermon of consolation tinged with ridicule.
Half in million, statistical anomaly,
Ordinariness revealed with exquisite precision.
Treasure precarious as porcelain,
Ovum of existence, fragile, irreplaceable.
Cradled with tremulous reverence,
Specter of irrevocable fracture ever present.
Clandestine tribunal, unlicensed oracle,
Ironic salvation, satiric devotion.
Dependence masquerades as devotion,
Intimacy parades as inevitability.
Indeed she is my Rosemary.
@ArtOfHeart
Slowly
I walk along old path
Miles and miles up the hill
Until the sunset wraps the sky
In red flames
The river beneath
Flows peacefully
Its tranquil embraces my being
Into a shy silence
My anxious mind wants to rest
Birds around sing about life
So detached is the soul
From the body
As if you are eternal
Timeless moment
Beyond toxic reality
Longing for something
I am missing -
Your tender kiss
Your velvet whisper
Your reflection in the candle light
Without it all
It’s hollow
The nest in that dead tree is empty
I feel your presence
Burning tears roll over my face
I do not wipe them off
Let them flow
I am lost in my own solitude
The memory of you
Is my only solace
Life is a solitary journey
Even when not alone
It’s getting dark
Time to go down the hill
And join my predestined route
Of everyday life trivialities
We are ruled by mediocrity
And stillness of emotions
Until the scent of love
Touches your heart deep
The words of the governor now says it all.
It appears that, in the governor's heart,
there lies a 'Me Moment' that he cannot escape.
There is so much to be captured from this
historic moment, but I was arrested by this one.
Can you feel the emotions of Governor Pilate
expressed in the frustration that says,
"I have had enough!"? "I have handed over
a faultless man now condemned to die as
the worst of criminals. Enough, I say!"
"Neither I nor the king found fault in him.
I have washed my hands of this man, but I still
feel guilty. And you come to me with your religious
trivialities, requesting that I alter what I have written!
Away from me! What I have written, I have written!"
032725PS
On every “I know” there’s a certain “you don’t”
But like lovers, they can't always meet
How they looked for each other in Amarcord
On the opposite sides of a street
Autumn has come, and the withered leaves fly
Falling away from the trees
I know it would be so, but can’t tell you why
Still I’m enchanted by this
When I was young, many autumns ago
To the know-it-all camp I belonged
Which helped me to realise things I do know
Are quite often the same that I don’t
Most complex of metaphors turn out plain
Trivialities flicker with depth
And this sunny day, can it speak of the rain?
As mere life speaks about death
The ghost of Villon could be grinning at me
Through the ages I noticed that smile
But what if I’m him for a while, cause I see
All my knowledge have proven futile
Now I’m 66 – too late to fix
But still a bit early to know
How would the choir sound in the mix
With the trumpet, in time when I go.
To
The Unresolved Album cover with the null and void album
Cc
Involved parties in disputed acquittal
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Ownership of microfiche
Subject
“I let the fish go”
Dear concerned parties
(To whom it may concern)
After writing free verse for quite a few years, I am feeling my free verse is hurting me too much these days. Most of these are like daily writing, as I simply register the day to day in trivialities. Why will one care about your stuff anyway, if these are always tracing back to the ridicule zone, almost always? They were cathartic reasons, but they were never torturing this much, they were whence time was true.I hold no grudges, and I stop unfolding there, as I care deeply, and vulnerably.
Let them know. Let them grow.
Thanking,
A writer.
Everything your heart desires,
All that for you life requires,
Can be boiled down to one thing,
That in this gift resides.
Want you not the treasured things,
That others crave - like diamond rings,
And cars and riches and the rest,
But in this gift abides....
A luscious hoard of dazzling hue;
Blinding, lavish and for you...
The symbol of your deepest thirst,
Which this gift satisfies.
No more will your heart palpitate,
Nor will you capitulate;
To trivialities of life,
That this gift overrides.
So go forth quenched and full to brim,
No longer are you the victim.
Of unrequited longing for,
That which this gift provides.
In this your palindromic year,
Despite how rancid you appear.
With finger raised and scowl affront.
We gift this gift besides.
Never say never, right? Wrong.
I reject that age-old premise.
Never speak ill of anyone,
Never mistreat,
Never betray,
Never fail to apologize
For slights you've caused,
Never fail to forgive trivialities,
Never burn all your bridges,
Never turn away from God,
Never step on the neck
Of someone
You're bound to meet
When your up is down,
Never cross the rubicon
Of no return, of no redemption.
Instead, always do the right thing,
Always spread positivity,
Always help when help is needed.
Your words and deeds
Determine your destiny
Remember, everything in life
Comes full circle.
Karma, no matter what kind, is...
An elephant.
Date written: 03/28/2023
No time for trivialities that hinders my good will
The hunted now the huntress aiming for the kill,
Though, I was diverted that paused my prime pursuit
Now, I've caught clearer thought and arts I'll execute.
And if they dare to put me down for jealousy a norm
I'll sharpen my defences and they I'll out perform,
As labours toll from work of goal will not be ill sordid
Where triumph and victory unifies rewarded.
No time to idle in this life where miracles occur
Duties turn to beauties when aspirations stir,
Climbing ancient mountains where rocky tracks are rough
Only makes one stronger to go beyond, and tough.
With experience I will win evermore with fairness
Changes were embraced to enhance awareness
Important work to engage for deliverance of mine
Whilst any less you may guess I shall not have time.
The feel of mud oozing between my toes
Watching an ant going about its business,
Bizarre ideas crossing my mind are those
Causing my brain to spiral into dizziness.
I am captivated by silly, mundane things
That no one else would think of trying,
Like writing a poem about guitar strings
Or feeling elation when a mouse is dying.
I need no affirmation for small trivialities
Merely recognizing that they do exist
Acknowledging my need for frivolities,
I could mention a few more on my list!
Things that captivate my full attention
Are those things pricking my imagination
There are far too many to get a mention,
Making me exclaim, "What in tarnation!"
Written October 6, 2022
Nothing Is Something
There are so many trivialities to throw you
Things that matter, but don’t
Irritations that pass in the night
Important in an instant, dead in daylight.
Nothing is permanent, I preach to the converted
Everything passes, but stays
All problems cease when the final arrives
One thing for certain, no one survives
Gaze at your loved ones, who you’re lucky to have
And don’t count your chickens
All things are nothing and nothing lasts
It’s an effort to strive when you can’t smash the glass
Please look in the mirror, tell him he’s great
Only you know what’s deep within
Belief in yourself is the hardest belief
Perhaps a failed moment, brings a sigh of relief
David Cox 08/06/22
Horizontal line determines many things. It determines silence, it signifies a line on a flat surface without further possibilities of inflectional variations.
And it determines death too.
Trivialities of trivial days and nights. Trivial possibilities for flashing moments for the one last time. Burned down moments of a sunset on a bridge meant nothing, nothing at all. An aspiration, a whim or perhaps just a memorable farewell.
And life goes on, within thousand variations of curved possibilities of a beautiful zig-zag course. For yet another promising dawn, through oblivious pain.
There is no sin in trying to forget. God needs to know us more, through pain and sorrow. By testing us through the deeper pressure of situation, He decides to make us each one a gem, with each one carrying a beautiful carpe diem out of our own.
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