Poetry

Friction…

Two opposing forces meet,

matching strengths and wits,

“rubbing each other the wrong way”,

as they struggle to convince.

Caught up in a conflict

that neither side can win;

carrying on incessantly

because neither side will “give.”

And what is to be gained from this constant state of friction?

But a “rounding of the edges” (a muting of conviction)…

And a spark to light the conflagration

that will consume this competition!

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Poetry, Reflections

“Abandoned!…”

Tossed to the roadside

left to die…

Like garbage from another time.

Pushed aside, out of sight

out of mind…

Irrelevant am I…

So who am I?

Who am I you left to die?

Who am I you pushed aside?

Who am I?

You decide…

Am I pride, dignity, or hope?

Trust or faith?

Reason, responsibility, humility perhaps?

Conscience, purpose, or justice?

For all of these are now abandoned,

drained of their power to motivate

and empower…

What then is left?

So… who am I, left here to die?

Whose relevancy has been pushed aside?

You decide…

Am I humanity,

and the planet on which we reside?

Or am I greed,

and the system on which it relies?

You decide…

Knowing no answer is an answer this time…

For abandonment is an action,

passive or aggressive,

the results will be the tide

that wipes away our history…

Tossed to the roadside

left to die

the garbage from another time…

 

 

 

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Poetry, Reflections

“Absurdities…”

The howling wind blows through me…

Unsubstantial and ephemeral…

Causing “me” to sway and wave,

yet not truly disintegrating.

I feel the tug and pull of many directions…

Swirling and eddying around…

Hard to know which way you’re facing,

when there is no solid ground.

But “I” persist in this timeless state…

Clinging and grasping ineffectually…

Trying to maintain a pointless ego,

in a completely mindless place.

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Laugh…  Just laugh.

What else can you do?

Reason has deserted us…

While Absurdity is the Rule!

 

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Poetry

“Entwined…”

Entwined…

A lover’s breath against my skin…

Two bodies…

Co-mingling…

Illusory, ephemeral boundaries between…

Why do we insist on separate but equal,

when Wholeness beckons

across indivisible seas?

Can we not embrace

our totality?

A mirror reflects just the surface of Me,

while identity embraces All I can be.

A lesson learned…

Repeatedly.

But never practiced…

Consistently.

Entwined…

I am the roots…

of every… thing!

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Poetry, Visions

“Awakened…”

Opening one eye, I survey my space,

taking note of all that is.

Lifting my head, I shake it thoroughly,

releasing the chains of my long slumber.

Stretching my neck, long and sinous,

I belch, letting go of past memories in a stream of healthy flame…

Rising slowly to my feet, acknowledging my totality,

I lay claim to all that surrounds me…

Sweeping my tail from side to side,

I clear a path in which to work…

Stretching my wings to full capacity,

I revel in the choices that await…

And with one last, lingering look around

at this place I’ve called my home,

I leap powerfully into a pre-dawn morn

finally free to soar…

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While Midnight Rules…

The winds of change come swirling…

circling…

Chaos rules the “ordered” world.

The Shadow revels in its power now

immune to your “morality”…

claiming time and space,

and “victims” unawakened.

“You have been warned…”

the Voices gently whisper.

“Lay no claim to ignorance,

silence your defiance…

embrace this new alliance…

in the name of seeking Balance.

Let go the fear,

the doubt…

Let go suspicion, too…

Lest each or any gain ground here,

and learn how to control you.

Discipline is your greatest asset…

As darkness dims the light,

so, too, does light illumine shadow,

becoming One, in shades of grey,

when Self takes hold the reins!

Define your own reality…

Identify your boundaries…

Defend your own immensity,

in this place of small infinities…”

…?

Define your own reality!

In this time of immorality…

Embrace your immortality…

while midnight rules the psyche…

 

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Poetry, Reflections

“Discombobulated…”

And confused…

Out of sync… or even time?

Some moments passing before I can grasp them,

while others simply refuse to move!

Spiritual whiplash… my body aches.

Caused by this stop and go act?

This heavy push forward, pulsing,

while something else holds me back?

I “fail” at everything normal I try,

but “feel” success haunting my steps.

I feel reluctance, resistance…

while the voices are all screaming, “YES!!”…

Frustration boils up, disturbing my peace,

while that deeply calm center still anchors me…

‘Tis no wonder I feel unbalanced these days…

uncertain, bemused and unsure.

Nothing makes sense in a world gone mad…

So I grasp for the truth in a Word:

“Dis-com-bob-u-lat-ed”…

Made up, created, to capture a moment,

comfort found in humor and sound…

 

 

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