You know how it is
It's all on you
So what's going on
What are we going through
Never trust a beggers for
Your salvation
It's foolish and unwise
In all that it's saying
So love the world
As long as you
Ain't in it
Crumbled ego's
Bruised or hurt feelings
They can't understand
What you're going through
It's a place of rediscovery
Something ancient and
Full of un a new
A waiting world needs new
Inventions
With directions
You know the inventers
Intentions
Sorted facts from foolish
Fictions
Give them a futuristic taught
With futuristic intentions
Savor through
Who's using who
That's what a people want
They're looking to you
It's real complicated
It ain't challenged or debated
What corner are you in
What are you saying
I like the part when it's
all relating
Seeking fused
Merger or marriage
It's all caught to let
The People have it
You know how it is
It's all on you
So what's going on
What are we going through
Never trust a beggers for
Your salvation
It's foolish and unwise
In all that it's saying
So love the world
As long as you
Ain't in it
Crumbled ego's
Bruised or hurt feelings
They can't understand
What you're going through
It's a place of rediscovery
Something ancient and
Full of un a new
A waiting world needs new
Inventions
With directions
You know the inventers
Intentions
Sorted facts from foolish
Fictions
Give them a futuristic taught
With futuristic intentions
Savor through
Who's using who
That's what a people want
They're looking to you
It's real complicated
It ain't challenged or debated
What corner are you in
What are you saying
I like the part when it's
all relating
Seeking fused
Merger or marriage
It's all caught to let
The People have it
They said she loved only one man —
that’s how the old song goes.
But the truth?
It was a tree —
no metaphor, no myth.
A real one:
knotted, gnarled,
older than shame itself.
She found it when her heart
was still raw from trying,
and men were hollow bells,
rung too many times.
So she tended it,
whispered to it,
sang into its bark
with a voice no longer needed elsewhere.
Her youth curled at its roots.
Her strength climbed its spine.
And every year, it grew
as she grew smaller.
She told her daughter,
“This is love. Quiet. Loyal. Rooted.”
But her daughter heard
the ache between the words.
She looked at the rope,
the sky,
the body curved like devotion —
and asked herself:
Was it really love,
or martyrdom in a dress?
They found her hanging —
peaceful,
like she was returning
to something
she’d never really left.
And the tree?
It didn’t break.
It didn’t bend.
It held her —
not like a tombstone,
like a witness,
like a mirror.
And then,
they were one —
not woman,
not wood,
but myth.
Whisper.
Wild thing.
So you wear these thorns with pride, accepting the hand that invites you to dance,
and you spin alongside your reflection, to the music of voids that sing to your tears.
Because you know, this pain looks better on no one else but you,
you know you have always been the perfect mannequin to display it to the world.
In the mirror of your soul, a ballet of shadows and lights is reflected,
where every step is an untold story, a silence that bears your name,
and in this dance, pain becomes a silk dress, a crown of thorns,
which you wear with grace, for only you know how to dress suffering with elegance.
The whistle of time sings a refrain of loss and rediscovery,
and you, wrapped in melancholy, embrace your imperfections as rare artifacts,
because you have learned that beyond the pain lies an inexplicable beauty,
a story written in shades of sadness and light, understood only by you.
Thus you dance with your thorns and tears, blending reality with illusion,
a perfect mannequin transforming suffering into art, into a spectacle of life,
because in every wound and every tear hides a part of you,
a truth you wear with pride, an eternal dance in the mirror of destiny.
Leave now, walk far away from me, set yourself free
Do not stay, do not rest beside me, let the wind carry you
I will not watch you, I will not protect you from the shadows that come
You will be free to live your own dream, to float alone.
I do not love you, I do not carry you in my wandering thoughts
My desires are only mine, not bound to your soul
You know, I see a life without you, an unbounded horizon
A life that fully belongs to me, with its own freedom.
Each of your steps is a verse written in the sands of oblivion
Each breeze whispers your story, a song of parting
I am a passing cloud in your sky, a fleeting shadow
You are a long-ago dream, an echo lost in quiet dawns.
Between us stretches a sea of silences, an abyss of desires
Each wave carries us further apart, each moment erases us
And in this dance of leaving and self-rediscovery
We lose our outlines, becoming only dreams of time.
So leave now, let your steps carry you far away
Let your heart fly, seeking the sky without ties
I will remain here, a silent witness to my own freedom
Watching as a new life is born from the ashes of what we were.
We are asleep. Our life is a dream woven from shadows and lights,
But sometimes we wake, just enough to know that we are dreaming,
Searching through the folds of the night for a hidden meaning, a calling,
We wake up tired and fall asleep restless, navigating among fading stars,
We toil under the burden of our own selves, seeking relief in the realm of imagination,
Where thoughts turn into birds flying over fields of desires,
And the soul becomes a river flowing through the valleys of endless time,
In search of a moment of clarity, a glimmer of truth in the night,
And in dreaming, we find tender wings that carry us to untouched horizons,
Where dream and reality meet in a symphony of colors and silences.
Sometimes we wake, only to remember that sleep is just another way of living,
A chaotic dance of shadows on the canvas of the mind, a labyrinth of emotions and thoughts,
And in this ephemeral awakening, we glimpse a light calling us towards dawn,
But we always return to the dream, to that realm where everything is possible and everything is nothing,
Where we find and lose ourselves, in an eternal cycle of searching and rediscovery.
Rediscovering on revising Myself, Myself and I.
One's self-worth, One's real self on this
Rediscovery of this condition of one's ambition,
objectives, how did one go astray?
Mislead on this road again, Rediscovery to torturous,
numerous detours, different people's faces,
places, plots, and twists.
One's faith, and patience are often tested, and optimistic
one will pull the correct card-faced down; The unknown
of one's destiny, A mystery often scattered remnants
repeatedly scattered, and intertwined like a maze, is
Is it a recurring dream? that leads one to rediscover
this road called self-love, self-respect knowing you
are worthy of rediscoveries.
I have been to the edge of the universe,
Where galaxies weave a cosmic verse.
Through realms of stardust, my spirit roamed,
A journey profound, a celestial home.
In the cosmic expanse, where mysteries hide,
I glimpsed my reflection, my inner self where thought resides.
Through quasars and nebulas, a self-discovery,
The other side of me, a cosmic rediscovery.
A dance with constellations, a celestial dance,
I returned enlightened, from the Milky Way.
For at the edge of the universe, where dreams take flight,
I found the universe within, a beacon of my inner light.
There comes a time in a man's life when he sees only one woman,
The others become shadows, faded outlines in a forgotten world.
In those moments, he discovers the path to happiness,
A narrow road, illuminated by her eyes, guiding stars in the night.
She becomes his universe, the center of his gravity,
Each of her smiles, a ray of sunshine at the dawn of life,
Each word, a melody dancing in his heart,
Each glance, a gate to a realm of dreams and hopes.
All the other women are like fallen leaves in late autumn,
Shapeless, colorless, lifeless in her presence,
She is the flower blooming in the garden of his heart,
A rare rose, with petals of light and fragrance of mystery.
For him, she is the poetry, the melody, the dance of life,
In her eyes, he finds answers to unspoken questions,
In her arms, a new world, full of possibilities and magic,
In her love, a refuge, a sanctuary, a rediscovery.
And so, on this journey of the heart, he finds the path to happiness,
A path paved with smiles, with tears, with sharing, with dreams,
Every moment with her, an eternity in an instant,
An entire world found in the eyes of a single woman, the key to his happiness.
The Year: Long Squandered 1999;
Frank Flynn had found my sent parceled poems ‘fine’
“They can lend themselves... to live performance”
Wherefore I mount for each surveillance….
An Atypical BBC Staff:
His signed statement A frankness not by half;
Laminated have I his bold comment:
Above My First Degree ‘A Document.’
Saw Frank, too, in My Enclosed Verses
‘ Originality of Rhythm’
Then, whoever, their action rehearses
Hasn’t The Spurious got to fathom.
And Frank had marked their “freshness of vision”
I began to crave their prompt diffusion…
Owe I Frank self-rediscovery:
A focus sidelining livery;
Strong reasons to start idolizing self
And speedily start assembling A Shelf…
The Last I should crucify of The Crew;
If he were still alive The Safest Jew.’
Twinkling, Twinkled fallen star one has treaded paths of the unknown only to be guided to rediscovery of self love and light, entering lows seeking a new dimension to twinkle bright seeking love and happiness easing on downs these journeys of peace and solace.
for reawakening daze
for purpose and time
I lack what I cannot find
light gazers bottled my intent
waves blended in shrines
for jumping and screams
for rediscovery
He has yet to pin
short comings and long walks
combining my flowers
for another day
for another breath
each day is just another
all just like the rest
Is VAIN that is lifted
Is DRAINED that is constantly felt
Is DEMONS that is causing the pain
Is ABSTAIN the answer
A decision is needed to be made
The time has come to recover
The time has come to regroup
The time has come to revive
The time has come to rediscovery
Is ADDICTED for better things
Is DESTINED for eternal life
Is SLAIN for happiness
Is WOES for everlasting
A destiny has come
EIGHT WORD CHALLENGE POERTY CONTEST
SPONSORED BY EMILE PINET
Speaking of peace
is at least not acting for further violence.
To speak about peace
with integrity
and power
is to speak peacefully,
confluently,
affluently and effluently,
from a position of heuristic left
and appreciative right
self/other integral inquiry.
Courageous wins
and curious wins
through co-empathic rediscovery,
all healthy souls are One, co-passioning
all souls are on our wealthy privileged/impoverished way
toward ZeroZone truths
with not not zero-sum ways.
To speak about world peace
without climate restoring justice,
is to re-cast Earth
as our impoverished unprivileged slave,
properly raped
and fracked
and drilled for plunder
wealthing without healthing
those of kleptocratic satiated anthro-centric privilege.
To speak about peace
with integrity
and power
is to speak peacefully,
win/win confluently,
from a position of healthy heuristic
and wealthy appreciative
inquiry.
was it last night I saw the stars realign,
where Aries and Capricorn became one
constellation-
where brilliance of glittering blue shined
like the renowned hope diamond had
shattered and scattered across the milky way,
only existing for love’s rediscovery-
I think it was.
was it this morning that I awoke from
a cosmic dream where two lovers redeemed
their love that had fallen from God’s grace-
I think it was.
for there is galaxy of reveries awaiting us,
my sweet-
where echoes of chimera revelations are
encompassed and held onto for safe keeping
so that one day we can embrace our true destiny.
is it you that makes my soul shine brighter a supernova?
yes...
I think it is.
October 3, 2018
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