To seek it anew after it never grew is a dicey venture.
Category: Poetic Musings
Inviolate Truths
Love is not just of the mind, but of the heart’s intuitive spirit.
Of One Mind
Miscommunication
Allowed propagation
Regardless of one party’s
Attempts to clarify intention
Leads back to evaluation of
What makes good relationship.
Rewritten
Outsider’s
Perspective
Inclusively
Selective
Revamping
Psychology
Of Societal
Dramatology
Overcoming
Limitations
To Improve
Destinations
Of More Than
Individual
Predilective
Extensions
Polar Swing
That bit of advice in a moment’s reflection
“To be on one’s own is a higher ascension”
In passing as meeting exchanged inclinations:
Lone to partnered while Love rendered recluse.
Keeping Pace
Dodging
Weaving to and fro
Bypassing
Neuropathy
Tracking and
Triangulating
Where progress
May advance
Before next
Impinged.
Patterns
Recognizing inherency
Within behavior coding
By observing external
While intuiting internal
Feedback systems’
Primary algorithms.
Delving
Retrieval of one’s identity
Requires internal focus
Preclusive to pursuing
Further love interest.
Spirals
At the day’s end come such winding patterns of back-and-forths between certain rooms wherein hunger cats, fish, and reptile – and one must never forget the dogs – attentively calling out for their nightime, putting-to-bed rituals.
Quiet Time
And the Angel breathed, “Rest” – thus casting snowbound ice upon the land, ensuring that those who listened deeply and observed would find their own souls’ reprieve in glistening, spectacular wonders.
To Love Again
I thought that I could
For I had – ardently
But I do not know
What is required
In order to be
Again capable
And find the love
That I have desired.
Of Mother Earth (Prelude)
In observing my past journeying
Where into worlds of perception I’ve wandered,
It begins to make sense to me now
Why I was drawn to earth-based religions:
For if God fashioned us from clay
As in the Qur’anic Origin Story
Then we as humans respond intuitively
To nature’s demands and memories.
It makes sense to me now
How there is truth in many religions,
Because we share the same cellular
Structures and instinctual frissions.
There is great peace in finding a home
When one doesn’t know where they belong
And a righteousness to believing
In the purity of a bird’s song.
And if God created us from these
Same matrices of system relations,
It is honorable and right that we
Should worship such Revelation.
But it is important that we lift our eyes
To the fact that because we are human,
We’ve been charged with the task
Of valuing the Entirety of Creation
By a force that continues beckoning us to
A Love that is greater than we’ve imagined.
(March 12, 2019)
The Language Barrier
Are there only so many things to say
And only so many ways to say them
That everything is prewritten as script and
We merely choose the roles we’re playing?
The Weary
After adrenaline leaves the system
Jagged with pain coming through,
One’s being considers for a moment
If there’s anything in life left to do
For what can be more important
Than ensuring the family is safe?
As fight or flight leaves the system
Then are felt losses in heartbreak.
No More Work!
Though accused
As I shirk the work
To decrease nerve pinch as
Hitch my ride away from it,
I just can’t afford
To care anymore
As seek relief
Long hidden
From abuse to
Body unbidden.
Capability
To fly without hindrance
Where will’s heart flows
Along varying currents
Flavor of whim’s soul.
Benefits
Picked apart into particulates
Obscurely evaluated for worth,
What must a good soul endure
To secure its own providence?
Inner City Hues
Grid-iron tracks from depth of view’s
Descension into tunnel-boared earth
Running parallel arcs to womb’s core
Phazing darkening to absence of light
Glistening curves flash height’s sight
As we pass above enroute to night life.
—–
(I wanted to guide senses down into what I could see in my mind’s eyr, then bring them up again, giving sense of time-space-motion)
Trace
The touch of a hand
From warm embrace
That sense of caring
Which brightens face.
Crystal Haze
On an evening frosting stars
Where the chill fog billows
It is difficult to see how far
The soul must still travel.
A Soul’s Haven
Neither bought, sold, nor
Crimped by constrictions
No more jockeying for
Any dominant position
Side-stepping struggles of
Competing remonstrations
Retreat into the woods as
Accomplished acquisition.
Where The Wild Things Roam
If they had not been forced to the mountainside,
Would she have thrived instead of turning feral?
Exhausting strength to keep family pack safe,
Her justice was swift though lovingly careful
Her youngest had wrestled with the backlash
Isolation can bring by its drawn out denial
She’d had to counter challenges to leadership,
As if they both had been born to be rivals
She reflected upon the latest information:
It was good the younger male had stayed away
She already had “a passel of puppies”
And did not need to feed one more stray
Now with injuries tucked in bright meadow,
She still skirts along shadows of hedge
Deflecting any new male advances
To ensure that she keeps a clear head.
Homeward Bound
On the treadmill of life
Gotta watch for your exits
‘Cause once you’re on it
There ain’t second chances
You can shuck corn all day
And wish ya had braces
But that don’t gain a pass
To Nordstrom’s or Macy’s
Gotta sidestep that reel
For your life to feel real
If you wanna go higher
And not whither expire
While you’re makin’ those plans
Gotta reach out your hands
And step off when that chance
Chasse’s you parliance
Now you ken close to me
If you wanna be set free
Ain’t no man gonna pay
For what he’s taken away
And your children once grown
Will find their own homes
So you gotta befriend
On thine own self depend
Keep an eye on that ball
However near or gone far
Make a promise so true
It’ll come back to you
When that timin’ is right
Yonder day into night
That sweet wind comin’ ’round
And you’ll hop to the ground
Find it solidly
There to guide you
—–
Chasse’s is as “sashay” like “swing your partner, dosido (in square dance)” and parliance is like it comes to catch your attention to takes its chance.
Realism
When it comes down to dirty infighting on behalf of the self, we are alone and visciously defensive – until something lifts us from our travails.
Fallen Angel
As she made the decision to turn away and lock the doors for good, a message appeared upon her screen to accompany her through the woods.
Lock And Key
To cherish and understand another…and
To be understood and cherished, in return.
In A Wisp Of Memory
There must have been a time…
Back when the summer-melted heat burned away scourge.
And the fruiting flowers boughed upon willowing trees – soon to be heavy-pregnant with juice-dripping peaches.
When the air was scorched clean and green grass smelled green.
I remember, down by the pond where mud from sassy duck, cootie, and swanling feet squitched between toes freed to breathe.
I remember, briefly, being wild and free.
Healthy.
Me.
Silent Distance
Love does not thrive by it.
Diving Again
Reinfusion brings disillusion
Where blurring boundaries
Dissipate held resolutions,
Confirming all as illusion.
About Face
Not wearing foundation makeup – generally, fine “spackle” to cover and “hide” any imperfections – disallows one any “false” confidence.
Do we need to see an ideal of perfection in our reflections to portray true beauty’s grace?
If I depended upon this for my character, my truth would be off-base.
We Must Be
What we are designed for and aim to be.
Visionary
It seems the skin of my eyelids is trying to cover up what I have seen. For in perceiving deeper implications, the mind is want to scream!
Great Diversions
Society demands I have old, dry sinew – but there’s more to explore for much better review.
Phoenix Fire
I was forced to be still and not express art;
They beat on my head to break my heart.
They called me a liar, when I spoke truth:
Now I’ll be brilliant from ashes of youth.
“Safety In Numbers”
They say that “numbers don’t lie” – but of course, this depends upon who’s manufacturing them and who’s interpreting.
And are we adhering to a status quo, so that we do not draw any negative attention towards us?
When I seek for signs of guidance, I am really looking for my own internal paradigm’s reinforcement.
If the numbers only skew, I seek elsewhere for my truth’s adornment.
(Title play with words)
Haze
After the movie fades
Unsatisfying and discouraging
One wonders at the point of watching
When night’s already become early morning.
Adage
The masters often say that we stand in the way of our own solutions.
Yet, even they are still learning what it truly means to be human.
Dear Alex,
How do I become physically vital like you?
That’s just it, though.
It seems that I can’t.
My efforts keep getting thwarted.
And I am forced to diverge from course, again.
I keep having to self isolate.
Even as I reach for shared truths.
I find only my own limitations.
And a determination.
Unyielding, yet adaptive.
Are we anything alike?
I hoped to one day matter to you.
But I am only a bright star on your horizon.
Flickering and fading out of view.
Feeling The Wave
When finances begin dwindling like a wave’s force ebbing, I look around to see what project awaits finishing to regenerate momentum.
Drakes And Wyverns
Close, but not enough
Grounded, out of touch
The spells that had held
Her chained earthbound
Distorted assessment
Of her optimal ranges
Brainwashed to feel less
Restrained from her best
It took mistakes to learn
To trust her own instincts
And avoid limiting her flight
When elegance was inherent.
Innovation
With everything I present here, I am seeking my own truth’s answers as I aspire to fly higher.
Playing Our Roles
Accurately identifying what aspects truly make up our individualties allows us to more effectively represent our authenticity in the daily decisions that we make and while navigating into ideal, intentional positions.
Back To Bed
Once was up,
Now down:
Shouldn’t
Frown.
Loans
If one must be in debt, let it be for making dreams into reality.
Segments
There is this popular trend in today’s society promoting the parceling-out of our beings’ interactions.
“Take some aspects of yourself over here for feeding; work on these over there for weeding and reseeding; accept less of the ‘whole deal package’ in intimate relationship – because desiring more is just ‘unrealistc!'”
But if “we create our own reality,” I do not want to be complicit.
Innoculate me from this social virus infection!
I want a mate who commits beyond mere divestment!
The Shape Of Things
I enjoy the natural-ease play which sometimes takes place, challenging me by the visual curving outline shape of my poetry’s compositional framing.
No Other
Hold me close to your soul’s pulse
So that I do not betray my spirit
For I feel shiver’s ache enroute
As address my past to heal it.
I know nothing can change
The damage once inflicted
Except by reclamation of
What I own that’s gifted:
I must finish these tasks
To cauterize old wounds.
Hold me safe, my reflection –
Let me not reach for another,
For caring arms’ alluring charms
Could cast my intentions assunder.
A Little Girl’s Dreams
Both her father and her once-husband had shared the same birthday.
Funny how neither could be hers, though by birth and marriage promised.
Self Protecting
Cordoning-off of the heart by singular decree seems of a necessity when one’s experiences report repeated devastation by others who have not committed to love seriously, nor endurantly.
What Is Beauty?
True beauty is noble, honorable, self aware, and purposeful.
It does not kneel to lesser cause, nor does it crush others who seek to entrap it.
It holds a grace that is unyielding and unmitigated in its self expression.
It is its own soul’s salvation.
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