rampant
&
outrageous
genuine
synthesis
of
scope
unpredictability
flourishing
in
the
self- assured
devotion
to
the
well- connected
potential
denied
authoritative
yet
unruly
notions
prevail
survive
then
thrive
cloistered
by
design
*
/ \
/ \
sliced
and whole
a cleaved life
in flux cast dice
state of non being
potential in between
eternity's randomness
flip a coin up into the air
unpredictability flies there
alternate reality hints upon
•>•
parallel universes going on
realistically just one path
life’s inevitable no math
untangled observation
spit out my creation
god particle sown
new baby grown
chop the cord
use sword
spliced
\ /
\ /
*
We live in a matrix of unpredictability,
your fate randomized at best
by numbers shouted out by a bingo caller.
B for birth marks, qualities and defects.
I for inherent or sudden health issues.
N for near death experiences altering your life.
G for grand events that bring you happiness.
O for obituaries and the inevitability of death.
We can't take anything for granted.
We draw straws and just accept that
life is a gift ~ come what may.
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
I still think of that day,
rain pitter-pattered gently around us,
clouds were the color of gravel.
Your smile broke through shadows,
and our laughter mingled like gold.
Paint splattered against a canvas-
that's what we were.
Unpredictability. Chaos. Adoration.
Does any of it make sense?
Does it not make you want to crawl out of your skin and sink into the what if?
When it came to love
I had no real plan
I know I wanted to connect in an intimate way
with experimentation and playfulness
I was short on experience
there was a pandemic
I’d had few ‘at-bats’
that’s a sports metaphor
Much of it seemed surreal and abstract
like we’d entered another realm of everyday places
there was a subtle unpredictability
that was unfiltered, instinctive and unapologetically unhinged
freedom permeated every element
still, our collaboration allowed for honest conversation
I remember asking, “What are we doing?”
Thinking back, It underlined how vastly different our two experiences were
.
.
Songs for this:
Overtime (pt 1) by Mk.gee [E]
Blur by embrs & astralcurrent
Is she dancing in your head like stars that twinkle in your eyes
Making false memories of a once short time
I question are you thinking of her while you stare into my eyes.
Do you wish I was her lying next to you.
Is her unpredictability enticing to you?
Does her persistence draw you closer to her.
Or is this all dancing in my head and she's not a thought any more.
Surprise
Unpredictability
An arising newness
Without connection
Appearances seemingly
Buoyed as nothing...
“If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you’ve created a world without conflict in which everything is perfect. And if there is no conflict, there are no stories worth telling – or reading”
~ Veronica Roth
How boring could Utopia be
if we all did agree,
and if perfection is all we see?
That’s not a place I want to lee.
.
I relish cultures of variety
in and out mainstream society.
The freedom of unpredictability
is a sign of one’s individuality.
There is excitement in running free.
Or just being here, alone with me,
yields a sense of commonality
surrounding all with sodality.
Utopia is not found in impeccability
but rather in life’s fragility.
We make too much of predictability
when there is no absolute sterility.
Utopia is not humankind’s normality
but rather it’s in its adaptability.
Acceptance without impunity
may well-describe society’s community.
Today I’m thankful for the unpredictability of destiny…
You see, I’m not sure how much I partake…
in determining all my opportunities…
in all the choices that I make.
For instance:
Was it my choice to write this poem…
or has destiny decreed it?
and was it your choice
or was it Destiny…
when you sat down to read it?
Be not blind
Open your eyes
And see this world for that
Which it is,
A temporary stop upon
A journey through the cosmos
Be not selfish
Open your palms and let the colours
Of good vibes flow
Let them reach everyone else,
Even your enemy
For the unpredictability of this world
Can end up being so harsh
That you may lose your heart
Within the passing off of a second
Be not greedy
As to snatch off everything that comes
Across your path
As this world had initially made sure
That everyone who walks its paths would
Have their due
Remember, rather,
That a minimalistic lifestyle
Leads to healthy state of inner peace
Be not blind
See the invisible sparkles
Hear the silent drums
Bow to subtle mystical powers
Be sure not to be blind
As if you do,
Someday, the weight of regret
Shall grind you under it!
wife beater
cheater
a man whom commits domestic violence
against his spouse
or long term female partner in house
Physical abuse by husband or male companion No good cheater
Extreme jealousy
Possessiveness unpredictability
spiting hitting baggy pants
lying cheating man
prideful, denying
bounties full of dissentient
misogynist terrorist
hypocrite demonic
Wide brim hat sugar daddy
a spoiled mama's boy anti-feminist
a man whose prejudiced against women
strongly despises and dislikes
a rolling stone, leaving no address he rome
cheater
wife beater
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Is our love a dance macabre?
A dilly dallying with death?
Or a mystic encounter of unabated love?
Will it last? Will it end?
So many questions left unanswered,
So many uncertainties attested,
All cumulative in a death wish
As emotions run devilishly amok.
My soul screams with this unpredictability,
Its echoes rampage through my veins,
As bubbling blood courses through
Twisted arteries, through havoc and chaos.
Is it the folly of chained love?
The unearthly silence of togetherness?
My lips pronounce your name but no one answers.
I realize my questions will never be answered.
Our togetherness is but a charade,
Shadows dancing in a moonless night.
Your allure is just too much to bear,
I dare keep it no more
So let our ways head into different tracks.
Henceforth I'll dance alone.
A dance macabre.
When Lightning Struck
Unpredictability
Of life and the world, intuition
A primal source, nature’s le coup de foudre
Luminous beamscape reveals itself, kaleidoscopic
When lightning struck. I began to quiver
Optical tilt, a bolt captured
Spiritual enlightenment
A divine rapture
One gigajoule
Energized
by grand
Azure
gigajoule—pronounced ‘ul
le coup de foudre—bad weather
so many people dying
we cannot keep up
so we hold each other tighter
so much unpredictability in the world
we are not mind readers
so we make each other's world brighter
such an abundance of bad and sad news
we just shake our heads and go
so we make a renewed effort to enjoy life more
so many beautiful flowers that are wilted
we cannot control the rapidity of the water shortage
so we ride the boat of our hard earned love
so much Beauty UnSeen
we open our green brown eyes to what we can
so we stop, take a breather, and remember to Put God In It....
SHENANIGANS
Shenanigans and hullabaloos of the Westerners worsens our sins in this societal ruins,
washing-in it's wastes and wildness with unrest
just like Amazon delivering parcels with its crest.
The thief with the aim to survive hunger got an arrest
but corrupt wealthy well paid politicians goes for free,
Others hoard or pilfer treasure troves from every tree.
Neither envy unknown affluence of any type
nor thrive in the glory of other people's hype.
Don't live in the prison of other people's opinion.
Or meddle in their false esteemed & established union.
In all fairness, let the world handle it's business;
And despite life's shenanigans, show finesse.
You're one man army just as the people to the world.
The unpredictability of life got the world enamored.
Let the world face and stifle it's own thorn,
Don't be the bunch, but in your own sphere be the one.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December2022.
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