(Poem one from 2010) There’s nothing like a peace of mind.

A peace of mind is like a flower gentle racing down a water fall, in the midst of chaos and confusion, confrontation, chaotic culmination in derivative depictions of life tribulations. Theres nothing like a peace of mind.

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(Poem two 9/2016) Day to Day. Day to day can be so mundane, that we miss out on the beauties of life! Feeling the gentle breeze of the wind, smelling a field of flowers, seeing the waves of a ocean dancing across the silky blue wafting waves of aromatic mist, the birds singing anthems amongst the trees, the lilies dancing and performing ballerina in the air, the clovers bending to and fro on the bends breathing blows. An old couple walking and holding hands as age praises pose, as wrinkles as maps tell traveling stories of age gone by. As boats with ores on oceans gallantly glide as on ice on the blue endless wafting waves. All time ceases and quiet speaks stillness, emptiness is fulfillment and sound is soft sensations. When the soul and the body hear in one place the echoes of eons past.

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(Poem three 10/2016) Budding Seed.

Some have sought to devour the seed thats budding bouquets as boisterous basilisk blemish seeds. We have fought, fell, faced fallacy, flinched, felt flagitious fisticuffs and remained with a victory unblemished, for you can cut the seed, castigate and infuriate it, but a budding we will do! You can prevent water to stunt our growth, but we’ll dig till we find streams that flows. You can cut us down, remove us twice, pull us from our soul stem, the clay and well drop seeds that will leave blossoms behind. You can harm, hamper, hold, hack, harden as hauteur but we will remain harmonious with a budding seed till harvest. And when your weariness is weighed by our wonderment as our fields form felicity! You’ll find yourself looking at our budding seeds.

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(Poem four 10/7/2016) Boxed In.

Have you ever felt confined, boxed in, by decisions made in the past? That constrain your very essence, seeking for an escape out of the prison of one’s own mind, space and place to a freedom thats seen past these shackles, grim gates and fetters, an enslavement that conflicts desire, search and season when reality shows im really boxed in. When your unhappiness is meet by happenstance, when the longing for something more is a mirror to what is, the is you wish was not! Is the is I hate worse. When the door you seek is shadows of vapor vaporizing! And opportunities fade and fantasy is sought over familiarities, fleeting flippancy foreshadowing forbearance, feeling boxed in.

Like an animal caged in walls of iron, bars and bows binding entanglement blistered bondage on broken beliefs, feeling abit boxed in. Boxes as bedizen, bedizen as behavioral behemoth besieging benediction, feeling boxed in!

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(Poem five 2016 THE FRAGILITY OF LIFE!

I don't know if you have ever watched the movie by Adam Sandler called:Click It- When we think of the fragility of life, life is but a vapor, smoke, a moment then it's gone. We oft fail to realize or see the importance of life and those that are important. We don't think within ourselves that they won't be here when we need them; but our lives are just chasm of moments here and then they are gone away... We can all recount the people that we loved, those that were dear that aren't here anymore for they have past on and we wonder where did the time go.. If we could only hear there voices, embrace them one more time. If we could be in the same space with them for a moment, but all that we have and can do is recount through the parallels of our minds the memories of those who were important in our lives. We can't get them back and we don't really know beyond this body in truth where they really are... What I wouldn't do to see my Grandmother and Grandfather one more time and to hug them and embrace them and to kiss them on their cheeks... What I wouldn't do to awake in the morning and smell wafting in the air the breakfast cooking in the kitchen done by my grandmother but we can't can we, for that time beyond our memories doesn't exist anymore....Our hearts ache and long for those who were close and our memories are never enough.... Today we are here aging and changing as life progresses. We are timepieces, clocks that past the time and we wonder where did it go... We are memorialized through the deepest longing for love, but hopeless in the moments of time gone by.... All that we have and all that we can contain is that which is today, those who are important today we cling too because they are all that we have that brings comfort to the woes and imperilment of living this life as broken cisterns, shattered clay vessels. We live but only one breath at a time and we love at one distance and we relate it all while we are able, for tomorrow we have no guarantee that we shall awake, so we must love while it can be felt, shown, related and reciprocated for tomorrow we have no promises but in this very moment where we are. I am here sitting and thinking and alive but I am a fragment of time gone by, I am a whisper and then it silences itself and am no more... For how long, we do not know, but we must appreciate it for the time being, beyond this we can not recount...Family is important and loved ones are essential, our children, our grandchildren and others are important and we must show them love and spend time with them for tomorrow everything changes and is removed.... We can sit where we are and laugh, dance, drink, celebrate and enjoy each other and on tomorrow cry, feel broken, blistered and worn from the agony of those gone by which we can not reclaim.. We are tossed between joy and bereavement, happiness and anxiety, frustration and fulfillment are but cycles to our ever changing situations.... What are we that we are tossed so? why are we faced with an existence so fragile?

We are up today and down tomorrow. Today everything is well and tomorrow everything is going wrong.. Why such emptiness, unfulfillment, unsettledness and resentment merged with moments of prodigious joy, happiness, satisfaction, fulfillment and ease... We are cups never completely filled up! never really at the space and time as satisfied... We but are fabrics and pieces of self containment, awareness, merit and merriment emerged with meaning and motivation amix muniment and mourn.. How do we find the balance to enjoy life when life is but a fragment? It is here today and gone tomorrow. It is pleasing today and disparaging tomorrow... How do we become complete, a fixed, settled and renewed? How do we trust, stand assured, confident and motivated, when we are but promised our very second in time that we breath in.... How and what do we do with the now? In anticipation for the then? when we have no real assurance beyond today? We must find comfort in that which brings us joy, relax and rest in that which gives us purpose, laugh and drink good wines and have joy when we can, for it is only a matter of time before our tears take over and we lose greatness for empathy.. Whose important in your life? Who brings you joy and peace and fulfillment? Are you fulfilled within yourself? And what makes you happy? So completely happy that you are transparent, vulnerable, accessible and at ease without hindrance or restriction within the self. I am interested in finding out what brings you to this place and what grants you the most peace in life? To the one that has found this source- the waters always flow with sweetness and the thirst is filled with completion and there is no lack.... Since we live from moment to moment from time and space, we must live with this as free people freely whole and not in part... Our tranquility is surmised as that which raises us out of ourselves and takes us to the place of balance, whole, harmony! We can't change or bring back those who are gone, we can live in the memories of what was while pressing onward to what is... To this I seek simplicity, truth, trust, harmony, bliss and self satisfaction and oneness with G-d and the universe. We are but souls from immoral past gleaming to that which is and shall be glimmering as the rarest jewel in regard to that which shall become.... What brings you peace? Tell and share this with us all so that we all can arise from ourselves, our anxieties, our problems, our troubles, our conflicts, hatred, bitterness, frustrations and become one with each other and one with ourselves and one with our G-d!

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(Poem six 10/2016) Chasms Collide. Gaps and gorges, intrusions and collisions, catastrophes, openings, wounds, burdens as bayonet bedraggle betwixt spectacle of living! Pangs like cisterns bursting, search past collapses and complacence and contraptions, marveled by anguish and its reactions, live like the accursed rehearsing as particles of themselves contracting. Sorting fragments and pieces, with no relief or easement, tension teasing and groans and growls at appeasement, life's anomaly, apophthegm perhaps this is as life’s monopoly misfeasance. We are chasms colliding on the basis of our disparity and dividing, un-unified, separated, unwilling to help our fellow man, forged identity morphed malignities of mans misanthropist mis-arrangement. For when we see ourselves better than anyone we hate ourselves and spew the world with a chasm thats contagious.

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(Poem seven 10/2016) Panacea. The world is in need of panacea, a solution to the riddle to the paradoxical paradigm, this panorama portrayed by problems in need for some aid. Relief, reprieve, reciprocity, repressed, repudiation, indemnified etiology. Our illness is languid, languished by laxity, licentious libertine, laded by lurid luster and lifeless libidinous listless literally!

(Poem eight 10/21/2016) Compossibility!

A. Leibnizian Principle coherence and coexistence.

 

Sheltered, scared and afraid, happy, jolly, laughter, tears, successful, downtrodden, at peace, in pieces, applaud, appalled, appreciative, dispersion, desertion, convergence, contusion, assertive, nonsense, one with the universe, alone, gathered, rejoicing, broken, bursting at the scenes, angry, hateful, loving, frustrated, burdened, troubled, isolated! Together these cycles of life compossibility. When are we every truly fulfilled, at one really? With the self fully free, today were up, tomorrow down, today the world is in our hands, tomorrow shards like sand falling and cracking like glass panes plain, full of life’s pain, petulant pessimism posterity profligacy prism, mentality prison tagged, branded, labeled lost, lethargic, lifeless, lucidity fall lame.

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(Poem nine 10/21/2016) Gignesthai (To be born) 

Am I a thousand souls embodied by a thousand past lives, have I lived here before, was I born when I was born or was that one of my lives? I’ve seen sites like I've been there before, pictures like I've touched that place, visions, dreams of past lives under past names previously explored. I see the clock of my end of days like I can plan for it, to only appear then reappear under a new cloak, new skin, new layer under a brand new name, chameleon camouflaged in the souls of radiance redressed, to be the self or selflessness in the bodies of a thousand wombs awaiting to like parallelogram metempsychosis be born, reborn again.

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(Poem ten 10/21/2016) PILL.

We take a pill when were ill, to ease the pain with this water, liquid ligation, dosed to dissolve, this self medication. What pill can we take to make life better, a pill for societal disdain, mental anguish, problems, liquefied taking by everyone, water from this rain.

We take a pill when were ill- headache, upset stomach, running nose, to ease our discomfort, to remove pain. What’s in the pill we trust to give this relief, a miracle, mediation, ,meliorism, methodology, microcosm, a pill for in a hour we feel better, a hope in a substance made by another.

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(Poem eleven 10/25/2016) Awry.

Dalliance, defy, deficient, delude… Demoralization, demur, troubled since youth. Perplexed, empty, broken, vile or vain, vertiginous, verve, verge, verisimilitude, spheres, sempiternal life’s strain. We are all in awry, good judgment, sometimes bad, veering off direction, not knowing what’s next? Some things going just the way we want and other times all just seems wrong. How are we to find amazement in the middle of the maze, feeling weak and sometimes strong? Theres a thin line between luminous and lunacy, debauchery and debonair, awry, affable, allusion, allurement, allusive trying to find the middle ground when all does not fair well.

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(Poem twelve 10/28/2016) Canvas.

The world is God’s canvas, his paintings breath! His art is effulgent and efficacious, beauteous with a paint called life, vidinus, colorful, vibrant, the earth verditer, each God’s painting made unique. We live, move and speak, other painters paint, it drys and its beauty hanged and appreciated. God’s canvas moves from the cloth, celestial cellular molecule body, mind and soul. We are the mirror God looks into when he wants to see himself. His best artwork a paint that breaths living fresh air.

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(Poem thirteen 11/7/2016) Causticity.

Contentious, disputation, we have tongues that spew insults, instead of words that bless. We say words that do ill, instead of speaking the good, we know to say, we rather speak words thats vile. Wretched, unpleasant, argumentative sarcasm, debased, depraved, despicable tongues we forebear. The evil we speak, apathetic adulterated aggressors apertures of societal disdain, tongues like vipers poison like knives making victims out of the innocent from words that cause pain. Obnoxious obdurate obstacles in need for objurgation, odious obturate operose oppugnant people whose words are seasoned for Satan's gain. My mother would say, if we have nothing nice to say, then say nothing at all, for to speak with the putridity of a poison tongue is worse than a person who can’t speak at all.

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(NEW Poem fourteen 11/19/2016) Bloodflow.

The veins of a human river do flow, they are springs of life, seen at the surface of our skin. 91.5 percent water, 7 percent protein are what lives within the brooks of our bodies, aorta, capillaries, we have rivulets that flow within. What a wonder you are, a source of life within life while living, a spring, a rill, a stream, a fjord, an aqueduct, an inlet, a wadi, elan, brio, hemodilution, hemodynamic, you are more than one life, one flow, one stream, one source and one runnel, your an amazement encapsulated within a body, a fascination, a life inside a life, a rindle of resplendence.