This backwood in the suburbs
Untamed wild, streeted round.
Near but with far sensations
Vulnerably blown through.
Crossing and tracking, lose me
Whom to follow would dare!
Nights, know what the lost feel!
Whom spooked are tree shades by.
Whilst as a fear-rush bats fly
In fox cub hear wolf's clue.
warringal park
AnthroPoids
standing tall
on both unlikely hind feet
Are a great aped longing
to belong
Without getting down
on all four transportive limbs
Stretching down
and dusking in
ReImagining
another dawning day
empowering
and enlightening
mind's embodied sacred life
In and out
for and of
vulnerably wise
and transparently healthy
communion circles
EarthPassioned AnthroPoids
dancing in tall circles
singing up and out
from both hind feet.
When he speaks
transparently
he feels co-passionate
as long as s/he appears
to vulnerably listen
Without Me v We risks
of retributive judgment,
body shaming
and mind blaming,
when he aims
to restore healthy cultures
and wealthy climates of peace
through win/win reassessment
Which may be why
music feels safer to sing
resonantly
when compassionate audiences dance
engaging pleasure's peak resilience
Co-empathic brilliance
of CommonSensed communion rituals
Wealth-enlightened minds
empowering health-embodied love stories
NaturalRoot/SpiritualCrown
wisdom recirculations
as old as
universal salvation
Anthro-passion cultures
unfolding/refolding
unitarian co-redemptive
Earth-pleasured body climates,
wealthy mindful singing
performance Now
within healthy bodies dancing
co-engagement Here
Receiving in
light's notations
while thrusting out
power's most sacred
invocations.
To
The Unresolved Album cover with the null and void album
Cc
Involved parties in disputed acquittal
Bcc
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.
come now, princess
don't surrender your splendor
sign emptiness
with an epithet from razors
come now, naked
and vulnerably dreaming
pallid, wounded
while the piano is still playing
come now, duress
flaunt your surreal glamour
let her witness
the parody of metaphors
come now, tainted
the lies are worth believing
desecrated
the knives are there, waiting,
waiting
concede to the void
the puppet, the toyed
come now, your Highness
show them your riches
show them your rubies
and spill them in washes
banish sanity
there's madness in the keys
come now, princess
while the devil's still playing
come now, silence
the knives are there, waiting
waiting
Cold days, lonely hours l I didn’t know about
These past few months with my ups and downs
Tracing every beat of my heart
I am falling deeper
I thought of you waiting for your reply
You paint a smile that never dies
Voice of yours bestows happiness
I don’t wanna end this
Tell me more about yourself
More you are capable of this cliche’s feelings
In a way I let you have your moodswing in peace
till you get normal again,
Back to where this emotions began to shift
Slowly, and inevitably bipolar
Crazier to think that your cleverness hits my madness as a poet,
You challenge me in every little way like
Nature attracts nature;
Words bubble up like soda pop
You’ll never be boring
I’ll like how our emotions intertwine
Doth sparkles like diamonds over sapphires
Boosting ego’ and posseses thine love
Speak low if you speak love;
Cupid arrows heart became weak
And this weakness I’d love to feel,
I’m burn for you
Narrative, elusive begins to change
Feelings are vulnerably unseen
That’s when heart is pure; love can be made
there she stood
vulnerably shy
consumed with doubt
her future in the balance
AP: 1st place 2022
"power without love is
reckless
and abusive,
and love without power is
sentimental
and anemic.
Power at its best is
love implementing the demands
of justice,
and justice at its best is
power
correcting everything that stands
against love."
Win/Lose power
without win/win love is
lose/lose reckless
and abusive,
And win/win love
without win/win power is
sentimental
and anemic.
Power
at our best is
love cooperatively implementing
win/win healing justice,
And EarthJustice
at our healthiest
and best is
power
win/win correcting everything
that stands win/lose against
multiculturing beauty,
transformative love,
vulnerably peaceful
and healthy communion.
Detached Observer
In Stillness
I
Observe light
Green arura northern light
In space, in vision
A cloud of solar wind
Dancing
vulnerably
Riding freely
My twin cell is on that ride
Am
A detached viewer
Become an extension of
breath
All breathing
hearted
living sacred creations
are born of white light
and red power,
Of empowering transparent ecstasy
and vulnerably impassioned fire,
Of triumphant wind
radiantly communing spring tease
and slow burning
Earth-rooted
desire
To restore life-giving powers
of just-right lust for co-passions,
and to illuminate life/death
impassioned powers,
healthy white light polypathic
wealthy red powers co-empathic,
Born of illuminating sacred light
reborn of Taoist
NonZero Sum soul
empowering transparent ecstasy
and co-passioned fire
Yang white light
and Yintegral non-violent red fertile powers
ecofeminist conductive
inductive
seductive fired passions.
Battling against selfishness and pride
my human nature succumbs to temptation zest
yielding vulnerably, impotent midst prayerlessness...
now, I surrender to the Saviour for victory
claiming His strength.
As triumphant* warrior toward reaching-out pursuits
conquering apathy midst haughtiness' dominion
my spirit finds succor in God’s omnipotence
anchored upon faith-propped might...
grateful for His grace.
Psalm 92:4 For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
August 14, 2020
Edited on February 8, 2022
1st place, "A STRAND (1069)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/9/2022.
I feel stuck in a web of moving on
to leave home behind.
I want to be free of safe turtle shells,
to commune with naked nature
including human,
divine,
humane,
wombmain
not excluding any egostrong stability,
identity,
fragility
as if intolerable
to civil integrity.
I need to grow free,
to feel communion
within
without
above
below
for and of all nature/spirit souls,
timelessly copresent in- and ex-carnations
explicitly remembered
and vaguely
curiously
transparently
vulnerably forgotten
fuels of felt fame
exhausted and ingested,
sober and jested.
I am asking
invoking,
exhaling and inhaling,
possibly provoking
Earth
and all Her Tribes
all Her Eternal Times,
all Her Sacred Spaces
impressed
and suppressed
and depressed
wombmain neural regenerative Places:
When I must at last choose home
between secular wise purpose
and sacred integral meaning,
Remind me,
Mother's birthing nature,
of all our polypathic indigenous ways,
of all organic truths
indicating this ego identity could not be all trusted home
within one compassionate EarthLove.
Viral rabidity
dark depression closes in
egocentric
and economic
claustrophobic feelings
against overpopulated sick inhumanity,
competing ravenous clans
overwhelming individual rights
opportunities
health
autonomously-held capital wealth.
And then violently
politically explodes
internally devouring,
pregnancy rates collapsing,
eating
and extracting
and divesting,
abusing and neglecting
our young
and old,
disabled
and vulnerably weak.
Global climate health crises
close in ego-sequestration
rumination
recusing ourselves from communication,
away from cooperative investment,
sharing touch and breath,
remembering what makes our hearts race
and slowly grow too quiet
And then non-violently explode
restoring peace of ease,
setting aside retributive justice against disease
as a secondary effect
of ecological healthy relationships
predicting unprecedented theological wealthy compassion
for Earth's global interdependent analogical climates
optimizing resilient organic wealth
of Earth's most resonant health.
I am responsible
and responsive
to every human built shelter
I have experienced as home,
mine to use,
to buy further improvements or sell,
to renovate or destroy.
I am responsible
and vulnerably responsive
to every lot of unimproved real estate,
every plot against healthy soil
and supporting water systems
and plants
and living creatures
who once called this place, home,
this space, habitat
to cooperatively use
to regenerate healthy wealth
and to degenerate diseased corruption.
I am accountable
when cooperative responsibilities
become transparent
from now
back toward Earth's uncivilized
precivilized
uncompromised civility,
Wildness,
wilderness,
contemplative silence,
celebrating cacophony,
Polyphonic
polypathic
chaotically complex
beautifully true,
magnificently not mine.
I go back,
reversing imaged time
to when I felt
and knew untrammeled internal space
responsive within external
eternally immortal times
of Earth's regenerative history.
For some,
less fortunate re-imagining,
comparing rights,
contrasting lefts
I hear no such winning exterior ecopolitics
with winning internal empowerment
and self-investment
since emerging from EarthMother's
redundant DNA nurturing womb.
But, for a few,
a time of peace
recalls a later conscious memory,
a time of courageous and curiously restoring justice
to those few relationships
showing early signs of uncreative tension.
These, unusually blessed
with resilient confluence,
may not recognize each other
and yet search for their potential bodhisattva peers,
returning to these childhood experiences
to remember slowly regrowing what went right
and vulnerably wrong
for restoring peace-filled justice
within and without
ego/eco-empowering tipping points,
wealth of healthy co-redemption
For all wombs,
their plantings and yieldings,
now still searching
through past generations
still incarnate in wounds and reweavings
birthing future health-seeking regenerations.
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