Choosing curtains on Sunday
is not my luxury
My curtains carry
marbled discoloration
as if they too survived
a separate war
Choosing curtains,
couches and bathroom tiles
is another life
It was my Grandmother’s
It is my mother’s
I do not plan cruises
or buy original art
(unless it is mine,
assembled originally
from The Dollar Tree)
I made a haunted house tonight
from the scrapings of my attic
full of what will be displayed
for comfort’s sake
again and again
My life is a plastic bat
glued to a plastic leaf
glued to a piece of wood
I left the ghosts
safely in the attic
next to a box of trains
of my great uncle’s
who had Alzheimer’s
in the end
No one assembles them now
All the skeletons
are still waving at me
On the back of a chair, a plastic bag
Hangs by one of its carry loops
The other free to move in the breeze
Which enters from the window nearby
Back and forth, fitfully waves the free loop
Calling me, or something near me
Passing on a beckon from the atmosphere
To whom addressed?
What elements are signalling each other
Beyond my understanding, if not notice;
What their arcane subject?
Within my being, something shivers
As the unsecured loop
Waves me on.
CALMING WAVING WRINKLED THOUGHTS
In the fog of the sea of mind,
Skiffing thoughts flow to and fro
On wrinkling waves frothing
To who knows where, as they
Ripple to be or not to be, echoes
Of negativity, neutral, or whatever:-
In the mental sky’s hovering of all of this,
A flash of enlightening awareness reveals
The necessity of the need to test the rudder
Of these wandering, skiffing though, towards
The reality shores of waiting sands of positivity:-
Praise be to the Giver of divine wisdom,
In the midst of such shipwreck-like thoughts,
Where it becomes necessary to realize that
We are not only navigators of the sea of mind,
But also controllers of its mental flow skiffed
Wandering thoughts in need of divine guidance:-
As seen in nature, the flowing waters of life’s seas
Are not always waving calmness and collectiveness:-
Rather, they are sometimes watered-skinned with turmoil,
And are in need of divine climatic attention to settle down:-
Thus, whenever turbulent thoughts enter the sea of our minds,
Remember, in its nature, we must also control our mind’s climate:-
WISE WET WAVING WAVES
With high or low tides,
We splash upon dried-out shores:
Frothing with relief:-
Waving to the bus driver
Coming on the bus. Door closing.
Journey. To my workplace. Get off.
I say thank you, and I wave to the driver
From the bottom of my heart
The driver waves back
The smile of driver is honest
Beautiful
This daily moment
Troughing and cresting
Cresting and troughing
Going down a bit, to rise again
Feeling the jolt but not yielding to the strain
Riding through and roughing it
Steady on the board and rising through it
Not staying low for long
Just riding through, sturdy and strong
Gathering momentum to catch another crest,
Owning the board, rising no less
Not getting too comfortable while floating above
Steady on the board is key___
Owning it and riding free with love
Feeling the splash and the zeal
Embracing and embodying the thrill
Cresting and troughing
Troughing and cresting
With each wave, keep learning and besting
If I wave,
Will you wave back,
Will you cast me aside,
And toss me a look,
Throw a snide remark,
To make me look like a fool,
Cast us aside,
And tossed out the key,
Follow inside and take a knee,
Stomped on our lives,
With knives to our hearts,
Tossed us aside,
To keep your lie running,
To show people you don’t care,
About anybody,
Come toss me out,
At only eleven,
Because when you met me,
Was only seven,
So I'm trying to wave,
But you have never decided to wave back.
Far away across the ocean
a wave
perhaps unique
moved across the swell.
The wind of progress stirred a surge
propelled momentum
unrolling our human story.
As the finite ocean is bounded by a shore
closing the shallows
our wave accelerates
rises to a crest.
Showing beauty in power.
it curls.
It crashes.
Its energy is spent
upon the beach and rocks.
Our life
our growth
will be sucked back
under the following
wave
all our progress lost.
Such is the cycle of evolution
and renewal.
Waving
Up, down, but always somewhere
Live in the waving ocean, like a molecule
It is an unknown life, so it is good to live like this
Just waving in the life, forget the will and mind
The endless water is a shell, the shell of a single life
Yes, the Lover Ocean is a lifesaver of this life
Lonely life does not feel suffering, just light and love
Waving and waving, endless emotion, forgotten past
This is the forever life, the Gate of the Only Happiness
A life torn from the Life
And enjoying the waving ocean
Lost everything
Needed
Wanted
With weight
Can not live
In the
Lover Ocean
(Looser
Winner)
WET WAVING WATER
Just stand look and see,
full moon reflecting on me;
earth's mirroring sea:-
STOP SENDING ME TERRORIST THREATS YOU WERE HIRED TO IMPERSONATE ME AND COMMIT FRAUD WISEGUYS ARSON MURDER CIRO GARGANO HIS BROTHER PETER GARGANO WHO FAKED THEIR DEATH TO PAY OFF CORRUPTION AS BOB MARLEY WOULD SAY SKANKNESS BACK OFF STOP CORRUPTION DATA BREACH HACKING IDENTITY FRAUD INSURANCE FRAUD MAIL FRUAD WIRE FRAUD CYBER BULLYING I WILL NEVER FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORIST IN AMERICA JAHORE IN A WHITE TAHOE YOU ATTEMPTED TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY YOU ATTEMPTED TO ASSASINATE ME BECAUSE I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM CORRUPTION TO INSURE ASSAULT WEAPONS NEVER EVER END UP IN THE WRONG HANDS JAMAICAN WOMEN WEARING RED DREADLOCKS CARRYING GUNS POINTING 9MM AT MY TOWNHOME DOORS BY GODS GRACE YOUR HITMAN WAS KILLEDVAT MY FEET TAKING DOWN PROFESSIONALLY JUST LIKE TRUMPS ASSASSIN MEXICAN ASUMANDEZ SOLTERO VIOLENT OFFENDERS WOMEN WITH BUTCHER KNIVES BLOOD WAS EVERYWHERE MY PRAYERS ARE WITH DONALD TRUMP MY WORK WITH THE FBI UNDER THE BRADY BILL STOP ASSASINATING AMERICANS INCLUDING CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCES I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR YOU GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
I'm standing on my failures waving my success sign
air rockets skyward
uppercutting inside
plastic neon flesh
contorting at inhuman angles
what does my body language spell?
ankles anchored into the Earth
to stay grounded as the wave
of time and space crashes
a flood of stagnant flux
there is a symphony of bones
snapping and cracking
in twisted orchestrations
the act of existing for me
is a resilient demonstration
Waving at October...!
welcome the rain,
watching leaves flying to die.
Between colours and cold,
new changes to breath
Waves wash away imprints left on sand
That we leave behind walking hand in hand
Admiring our first sunset
In your embrace our heartbeats met.
And my broken self went on a mend.
As I pull my damp tresses through the hair band
You tuck away my stubborn hair strand
With my fingers, I trace our names’ vignette
Waves wash away imprints left on sand.
You have now left for another land.
Life without you seems so bland.
Why those moments I can’t forget?
Captured in a solitaire’s net
In a vast seashore, all alone I stand
Waves wash away imprints left on sand
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