As long as I can remember,
I have felt my mind was fundamentally different.
Unreachable.
It mirrors the terrifying abstraction of deep space -
an expanse defined by infinity.
The human brain is hardwired for boundaries;
we demand a genesis and an apocalypse,
a defined start and an ultimate end.
We instinctively recoil from the truth that something can simply exist
without precedent or terminus.
That nothing preceded the cosmic void, and nothing will succeed it.
To contemplate an existence without borders
is to stare into an abyss that refuses to be known.
My mind operates in that same silent,
unreachable forever.
January 4th and still in the 30s(F)
Live in Toronto, the lakes region
Well how about that
Out living our cat
Surprise! Maybe 100 is not unreachable
January 4th and still in the 40s(F)
Live in Toronto, the lower great lakes region
Well how about that
Out-living our cat
Surprise! Maybe 100 is not that unreachable
By George P. Lumayag
The cast tried to act his dramatic role in the teaching-learning arc;
He portrayed a character he knew very much
with a very adjusted tone of his artistic acts.
He loved it so he danced overnight,
and he mastered it in daylight.
He believed he was a prolific actor therefore he portrayed his best.
His character was exposed in the theater as a rising rainbow,
It seemed such a character was struck with a bow and arrow.
His heart was bleeding on a climax as set
So, that was the reddest light wave of a falling rainbow.
The director explicitly expressed the rules of artistry,
So, the actor implicitly cried that his role as the cast was disqualified
from that teaching and learning art contest!
Sometimes Earth's peace dreams
feel unreachable,
ever,
for anyone,
Including our unhealthy enemies
and aggressive aliens
and militarized terrorists
and anxious sociopaths
and despairing criminals
and miscellaneous Others
LeftBrain wounded
patriarchal-capitalist nervous
monoculturing heartless minds
of unwoke monotheistic unconsciousness,
like my own
Mundanely unaware
of how ticked off we are
about giving up
on our unreachable panentheistic
nature-spirited dream
Reclaiming EarthTribe's indigenous
pantheistic empowered
enlightening calm
inviting EarthTribal
non-anthro-exceptional
universal polycultural
communal
nutritional
healthy wealth of kindness.
Promises made when time was running away
Happiness fades with memories being made
The old man smiles starting to look away
Death took his entrance right away
With open arms he breaks thousands of hearts alive by taking one away
With simple tasks he leaves the way for emptiness to stay
With every small beat pain took its way right into the hole of a heart that will have its time one day
Time passed and Hope was the only reason to stay
Pictures attached hoping memories never fade
The old man waves leaving his images to play
The lessons he gave them away when he knew he was never going to stay
Forever is just a word made
For imagination to give Hope a way
To make people stay one more day
Life was not easy to play
But He promised that happiness was worth the wait
Will it be too much to ask, Lord?
To meet him even at once
That once in a lifetime
I could say
His and mine path crossed
Something I could blurted out
On my petty but precious notebook
Or will you tell me,
“this girl is irrationally insane!”
If I ask to own
His beautiful heart
Will you tell me,
I don’t have the prerogative, Oh Lord?
Even to dream this impossible dream
I’m afraid you’ll tell me
Who am I to ask for such a Star?!
And how could I pen this foolish poetry
With his gentle voice underneath my ear
A silent utterance can’t you bear?
In this, another dreamy night
Where I hold
This impossible dream the most
And I beg Your gracious pardon
Oh, Lord
That I, Your irrationally insane child
Ask You
For such a wishful yet unreachable dream
"Lyn-Jenne"
Intangible, the term your lips lightly exhale,
just as the wind found its voice -
Love being Unforgettable
A hunger to interrupt any season
numerous times you tried, only to fail
If only you had been given the choice
- to touch the Unreachable
You would have been the one, my reason
_______________
~ Just a little Scribble ~
how can you be
so unreachable
how can you be so free?
please tell me why
you leave my heart
like this.
so desperate I call for you
your eyes ignore me so easily
how can you be so cold to me?
me that keeps loving you?
how can you be so free?
please tell who you are.
a Saint? a cold man?
a whisper of nothing in the end?
it's only me
who wants to find
someone of my own kind?
why can't you be
someone to keep
closely to me
your heart?
Judgement will await,
A whim found of a young boy's
Unreachable age.
An urge to be grown,
A truth lost of an old man's
Unreachable youth.
Rapture will await,
A hope found of a flawed soul's
Unreachable birth.
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Poem Type: Senryu Series
Contest: Second Chance - 4
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Placement: 9th Place
Contest: Any Poem Written In April 2016
Sponsored by Laurie Loo
Someone's lifespan is a number
some live short and others long
we don't know how many we've got
but one day it'll be our final song
Many folk don't reach the special fifty
that age that we can for granted take
some don't get past childhood or teens
others it's 30s even 40s their life's forsake
So take a moment to consider
those that are cut off before their prime
they never have reached their fifty
short indeed certainly has been their time
Be thankful for our every moment
life brings on your pathway
whether you reach the fifty or not
be glad and happy for your every day!
Unreachable Reach
The days go by
And you go on,
A lonely migrant on your shore…
The air is clear,
The water, calm,
What is it you are searching for?
The sun is bright,
The sea gulls sing,
Their sweet music eludes your ears.
For deep within
You hear your tune,
A symphony of dread and tears.
We know not why
Your heart is sad
When such joy all around you sings.
You say you long
To make your way
To chase those dreams with golden wings.
But you should know,
Dreams come and go
Above your barren, narrow beach,
Where the sun is bright
Where the sea gull sings—
Although no sight of golden wings—
True dreams are just within your reach.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
~8th Place~
Contest: Just Within Reach
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 04/21/2015
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UNREACHABLE
My heart is full of longing
For the days of yester year
I fear you are escaping
From all that was so dear
Going back instead of forward
Leaving empty spaces in my heart
My arms reach out in silent pain
Unable to hold you close again
My hands reach out but touch the air
My heart cries out in deep despair
I call your name
You are not there
I feel you slipping away
Nary a word
Lives drifting astray
Distances too great to measure
From the recesses in my heart
Unreachable even in my dreams
Let only greatness flow from me.
Let no one from beneath me.
Let no foolishness escape from me.
Grant me O' Lord, what I may never have.
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