I’m finally going to get on that platform
on the 18th of next month,
for a first-time, one-time performance.
The once, seemingly impossible will come fully true,
which seems like a lot narratively.
It’ll be like leaving home—but we’re crashing out.
Moving on to other plot points, big topics and intense missions.
We’re all caustically optimistic.
Although there’s a cellular-level pull to move on
we can’t help but feel a hesitancy to jump into our multifarious futures.
We’ve never been improvident.
In my personal pool of experience, when I feel alone,
friendless and unseen, this unintelligible fear noise arises,
and I'm tempted to tap out. But I never have.
.
.
Songs for this:
walk but in a garden by LLusion
What Dreams Are Made Of by Evann McIntosh
I Like You (A Happier Song) [feat. Doja Cat] by Post Malone
My heart is closed again,
Croaking with but a beat to stay alive.
It is angry, cramped.
It is remorseful,
Now scared of the possibilities,
Of false ties and
Infarct seeping once reflected.
It is drunken,
Longing to say soaking,
To inflate and explode in waves,
Clawing at it’s enclosure.
It is confused,
What are these ties?
The string woven over each other,
Wrapping and complex and unintelligible.
Elder fingers could not have the insight
Into a tale as known as this one.
My heart wants to know who you are,
But it aches still,
As my brain absorbs our string,
And it spits out Morning Glory.
Beneath the inscrutable sky, blinded by divided eternities,
We are islands of yearning, adrift in fate,
Each bearing a mysterious longing, a desert within the chest,
And with every heartbeat, my sorrow robustly grows.
Fate, the ancient dramatist who in astral maps has decreed
That we be star-crossed lovers, struck by the curse of the falling star.
Painfully sweet is our allotment, a share of shadow and nectar,
Tasting fleetingly, in profound flight, from the sweetness of ephemeral intimacy.
This is the light we endeavor to clasp tightly,
Like Odysseus, shipwrecked in an epic of froth,
Clinging to the beam that thrashes amongst the violent and caustic waves.
You remained locked in a loveless alliance, you've watched too long.
Belatedly, we discovered each other, drawn by a sublime magnet,
Which seemed, in its ephemeral moment, too intense to be contained.
And thus, nature staged its wild banquet,
A cruel show, unintelligible to hearts, stealing away our happiness.
...
“And, by the way, it used to make the beer
brewed here — it is used to make the brewed beer
here in this refine- — oh, Earth Rider,
thanks for the Great Lakes. I wondered
why (inaudible) — (unintelligible).”
~Joe Biden
POTUS
-...and THANK YOU Wynona Ryder,
the Great Pumpkin and RED RIDER BB GUNS for the
Grand Canyon.
Amen
unintelligible whispers ~ cause the weirdest reverberations
it sounds too good to be true ~ is a noisy misinterpretation
a chameleon in a flawed mirror ~ kissed it’s own aberration
the pot overheard the kettle whistle ~ a steamy admiration
a little magnetism is good ~ too much will bring polarisation
i put these monokus together ~ with mostly misinformation
By David Kavanagh
hms
The ocean behind
Seems to speak a lot of things;
We can't understand.
under the sky, there is a teenage guy
lots of problems, facing with the smile
pressure on the head, future is ahead
best becomes strange, strange becomes best
no one understands, taking as a grant
lost inner child, personality becomes wild
living in own world, they call us introverts
have trust in others, lost trust in loved ones
some say selfish, some say mean
it is okay we are in teen
age of being lost, age of being developed
at the same age facing the dual stage
life turns up
holding pencils to cigarettes
drinking juices to alcohol
talking sweet turns to
broken hearts , fear of love
life of a teenager, an unintelligible
It is interesting how TV commercials,
are now more vacuous, more entertaining,
more unconvicting, more annoying than ever,
yet
he was often in-the-thrall of
their invasive noise
it was a background,
mid-ground,
and foreground,
unintelligible babble,
but
when he turned off the plasma visions
he realized
that they were a tonal band-aid
over his own mind-chatter;
now his self-talk had to turn up its volume
to compensate
for the dead-air space
that would rushes inward
to fill the sudden void.
He had to retreat into that place he was
before
he switched off the screen.
Most of the shows and news programs
were still pointless inane gaps
between the hard sell,
but
something like an elephants ear
spun around in his brain
picking up extra celestial signals
from this alien world
which strangely enough
comforted him.
That driving force
that is ink for the well,
this compulsion to compel,
to tell a thing
until it rings in the brain.
Again and again
we sew a quilted cloth,
construe it thread by thread
until what is said
becomes a scaffold
to hang words upon.
A placeless place
where night seeing bats
seek out the heat of
hidden meanings.
There within an open ended parable
both poet and reader
decipher and construct anew
to make a sense, or a reasoned view
of the unintelligible.
We lived or should I say we died slowly
Living a day more is a blessing,
To right the wrongs, sculpt out lasting monuments with our blood, sweat and tears
It's also a countdown timer, ticking clocks signalling how close the end of our short life is.
We phased in and out, between each waking moment,
Reality and fiction got entwined,
Caught in the raving madness of survival
As we toil and cuss and sigh and move on breathless,
All in the name of living life.
Chapters by chapters of existence got flipped out,
Some with unwritten episodes, some unfinished,
and yet some with finished episodes with unintelligible inventions,
Yet again, we had chapters with happy endings in their finished episodes,
All in all, it ended, however it did.......
Now, gears of existence are being oiled again,
Puffing out smoky entrails of fresh resolutions to be penned down,
New chapters to be written and lived,
As our short existence roll out before us.
Met have I An Incorrigible,
Who thinks himself The Eligible
For manning of a dirigible:
For all valued posts The Preferable
And The Toughest of The Capable...
To his admirers infallible
But to cheap impulse susceptible
And to pettiness vulnerable...
Yet, has he been quite acceptable,
His best doing to be fashionable
Always after the presentable
His self - image not winnable.
Still, it's been a voice inaudible
Speeches soon unintelligible
From ideas incomprehensible
Only a bit understandable;
In many ways, then, The Sufficient
And in as many The Deficient.
Death is mysterious
A place after death unintelligible
Buying a place in the cemetery is expensive
Someone pays sixty thousands
To buy a place in heaven
Must be cheated
While many people are still struggling
For a living
Some people are already busy searching for
A place after death
Emphasizing cemetery feng shui and luxury
At a loss, in a mess
For a poor man
At least a tombstone or a columbarium
To be remembered
After burial or cremation
At least love remains
To be remembered
By the loved ones
Not feeling well out of vertigo’s affliction, I requested our special son to pray for me: “Please ask God to heal my headache.” After gesturing with his branded “praying hands” amidst unintelligible supplication, he affectionately hugged me, then gently kissed my forehead. Confidently, in sign language, he thanked the Lord, then clapped with earnest glee … affirming that I would be alright. Grateful to the Saviour, my heart leaped with bliss for this child in our orphanage, who at 9 months old was declared “to progress toward retrogression” due to infantile spasm epilepsy, global developmental delay, and cerebral palsy. Now, he is 12 years old and triumphing with milestones along unconditional love, while constantly being prayed for and lavished with kisses whenever he is sick.
faith* in the Lord shown
mimicked by child with delight~~~
beatitudes at work
*Galatians 3:26 For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus.
November 29, 2021
2nd place, "Haibun- With A Message" Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 12/17/2021.
How very much I do despise,
The tyranny of fear and lies.
That throws us at each others throats.
Like rabid, heartless billy-goats.
A stench-filled world, where morality
no longer exists.
The only things honored are thugs
and fists.
Where you are censored, if you do not
follow the crowd.
With their hooves they will stomp you,
If you dare sing your own song
Where jackasses on TV, bray everyday.
Filling our hearts with hopeless, idiotic dismay.
Threats against all freedoms are du jour.
As mindless billy goats do cheer and concur.
Idiotic mandates are freedom's foe.
From a mindless loon in the White House, an
unintelligible schmoe, named Joe?
9/19/21
How very much I do despise,
The tyranny of fear and lies!
That’s thrown at each others throats.
Like rabid, heartless billy-goats!
A stench-filled world, where morality
no longer exists.
The only things honored are thugs
and fists.
Where you are censored, if you do not
follow the crowd.
With their hooves they will stomp you,
If you dare sing your own song
Where Jackbutts on TV, bray everyday.
Filling our hearts with hopeless, idiotic dismay.
Threats against all freedoms are du jour.
As mindless billy goats do cheer and concur.
Idiotic mandates are freedom's foe.
From a mindless loon in the White House, an
unintelligible schmoe, named Joe!!
9/18/2021
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