It’s better to trust the birds,
That the unapproachable principal,
That to the neighbor who turns in circles,
That to the too strict tobacconist,
It’s better to trust the birds,
It’s better to think sometimes
Better than believe Saint Matthew,
Or to think we are Ponce Pilate,
It’s better to trust the birds,
That marrying a poet,
How to remove water lilies,
Better than thinking we’re Mozart,
It’s better to trust the birds.
The only way to solve the insoluble
is to dissolve into this moment,
relinquish everything
and become utterly
selfless.
The secret of the escape artist
is to slip unnoticed
Into the present.
True patience requires
not waiting for that which,
every time you look up,
already arrived.
The past is irredeemable,
the future unapproachable.
The only time to set your
watch to is
now.
Christopher M. Swan 2010
delirious and incoherent
or deceived and undermined
often the woman in his life
caused such.
His wealth allowed him to
afford the company of
beautiful women some of which
were neither friendly or kind
his current beau was rumored
to be involved with several men
through the area
One said she like a cat
impulsiveness, and agreeableness
allowed her to seem kind yet to know her
and those that did often keep a certain distance
keeping a level of distance to obtain
a friendship the optimal level of intimacy
where she'd seemed busier than she actually was.
inconsistencies were often laughed off
a smile and kiss a romp now and then
she thought it would satisfy him, leaving her to appear
unapproachable and real opposed to eagerness
or over eagerness, loving and kind.
A friend of her.
She never smiles with her beautiful hair
Yet unapproachable I would not dare
It's not that I want her not that I care
I look at her sleepy eye's and try not to stare
She has that thing that makes beauty's bell ring
Sometimes she's dressed for attention that stings
Fashionable clothing and beautifully made up
More for the satisfaction of the one beholding
Like the one God made from the dust (Lilith)
Her youth is her treasure with which she is well supplied
I look at her and measure with the tool of my eye's
Not stalking or lusting just seeing surprise
And noteing the beauty of her sleepy eye's
Never a smile, I can't see her laughing
Just ruling part of my world
With the thing she was born having
Not love not lust but wanting to stare
Seeing her sleepy eye's receiving what is there
Fire and ice
Yin and yang
Not an obvious couple
He was frozen, icy, distant, unapproachable
She was friendly, outgoing, loud, funny.
They got along almost too well
Fire and ice
Yin and yang
A success story that lasted sixty years
we walk alone as the time commends
as the need arises as the love fulfills
mother of each day’s world
I have engaged in intimacies before
holding a cat as he died
a child with a sore throat
sitting in court beside a scared twenty year old
going to jail for freeing a pig
what seems to be a mistake is often
a brave step into situations which
prior to this
had appeared unapproachable
but things look strange only when the full pattern is lost
chant to fear, encompassing it in wholeness
align outer with inner
and give yourself new names each day
horse-that-walks-in-darkness
spirit-who-flies-above-clouds
and become eternally new
love sits high on old crooked legs
and recycled gold paint from the dumpster
after so many years
after animal rights
after finding love
I write the Book of Hours
for life gets more archetypal at the end
and old age is not a disease
accepting this we round the circle
into the hexagram of Peace
Come find me
where roads have washed away
in tangled bits of cluster
and skies that turned to gray
come whisper
soothe a ringing ear
with words of hope and harmony
dissipating fear
fill the unapproachable
where misery's chained
living life unlivable
and love has long remained
Ice lady
She lives in Antarctica, She is a Beautiful and perfect woman
Amazing virgin, cristal clean personality, I love her, love, love
She waited for me as a guest, her living place is an ice castle
She lives alone there. Only alone, the queen of the ice world
The lonely queen, the noble soul of the icy world, oh love her
Yes, the perfect woman, unapproachable femininity; cold life
She gave me a guest room. An ice room, with an ice bed. Hell
I slept there, ice blue light glowed dimly in the night, cold mind
The ice door slowly opened, and she came into my room. Sees
She sees and comes closer and sits on my bed. Perfect being
She leaned on me and kissed me. We froze together. Forever.
I can not remember the time, the years, the centuries of our life
We were together for a long time. Motionless couple in love
In the love. An icy virgin destroyed my life, my heart ran away
I love you Antarctica, my dear Miss Antarctica. Your life me on
Love
Ice
Cold
Mind
On
Lady
Icy
On
I
am
gone
for
on
The brave seemed ferocious to many
He wore a scowl that fended them off
Unfriendly and unapproachable
Until the right woman discovered him
She tamed him into a new man
Protective sure, but there was a loving side now
The neighbors were not fearing his wigwam fire
Especially after he became a new daddy
He was a real person after that
Approachable and friendly
Thanks to the love of a good woman
And a handsome young son
the woman stood still in the rain holding a tissue paper flower
no one ran over to see how she was doing, they already knew
she had been on the news for days; her child was missing
taken from a mall, snatched by a stranger or his daddy?
she seemed smaller in person, more vulnerable,
unapproachable in her grief, for her child was gone
others carefully and gingerly walked around her,
trying not to see her pain, loneliness, and sorrow
Depression is like an old abandoned house.
A bit unapproachable to others.
But this house is my sanctuary.
It is delicate.
It is dangerous.
It has held strong for so long.
I know I should just tear it down…
But knowing me, I would just live in the rubble.
And that would be worse.
And depression can always be worse.
Fire that lights up the heavens in the dark of night,
Whispers that echo across continents.
Burning ones, here and there, flashing like lightning;
To behold The ONE TRUE IMMORTAL GOD, is to die.
Light unapproachable, Life Incarnate.
GOD undefeatable, High Potentate.
Strong, impregnable, does not oscillate.
Grand sovereign, Supreme Prelate.
Silent, HIS Voice thunders,
GOD, in unbridled power
Thunders, no mortal can bear to hear
The nuances that brought forth all things from nothings.
The bear, the stork, all feed at HIS Table,
A trillion trillion creatures respond
To HIS Breath: all existences known and unknown
Close and in far untold reaches of space.
When I was twelve, my older sister, Annick, was in med school.
She was dedicated and incorruptible - always studying, always.
I wanted her to spend time with me, I craved her engagement.
I was jealous and mean to her, thinking her uncaring - uninterested in me.
Now, I get it. Now days, I seem to behave like a machine,
I’m busy and unapproachable - forgetting myself in function
and I’m just a lowly undergraduate.
When I think about how hard she must of been working,
I tear up, like someone hearing a sad song on the radio.
Happy birthday Annick
Naked without color natural glamour on the outside
sweet and courteous imaginary clamor with astride
wake up and advance as is need not glitz a looker
no require for waterfalls pure spritz not a snooker
polish not and matches in everything fresh in linen
carefree when going right waltz swing if so tailspin
talkative at times when directed back to if not speechless
seen the falsity of those who walk through that are teach less
innocence lost when pain presented disasters now defiant
no need to conform but needs interaction broadcasters to be compliant
unapproachable with strangers and acquaintances alike friends yeah sure
they leave her alone when fear approaches flint a strike no love pure
no one seems to grasp it this is real though escapes demise when with them
hoping they one day will realize this is where transforming will stem
My journey beginning weightlifting commenced on a warm spring day, when I was of the ripe age of 14. I had no idea the extreme weight this category of life held. The extreme passion that was ignited within on that beautiful spring day. I opened up my digital device to watch another meaningless show on my favorite app. But instead of watching another unrelatable show I took a chance on a documentary that looked in depth in the life of different professional bodybuilders. Since that one hour and a half spark of interest I have never found something so impactful. Weightlifting has taken shape and form into something so much greater than I could ever imagine. It has served as motivation, determination, strength, passion, awareness, enlightenment, stability and so much more. It has driven me to new places and new experiences that before were never possible. But most of all it has provided hand over foot my 100% through and through confidence that was lost but now is found. It has brought me capability and a mindset that before was a mere intangible and unapproachable idea.
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