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7月15日 Paper HatsPaper Hats Mr.Wind smugly sat in attendance on an open sea of daily sails— a model regatta by an English pond, with the devote as noon dawned or in a nursery of New South Wales? Sheets to harness the wind, or shield the blazing sun? Masterful designs, every last one. Harmful radiation to rescind. Expert hands hastily fashion flimsy caps of practicality, blending into the days spirituality. Photophobia becomes a passion. Haughty Breeze cooled as The Sun blazed on... and on. Awnings of necessity lacking in complexity a Sherwood Merry Band hats on heads, beads in hand. Handkerchief toupees, anything to block the rays each animated hooded doll, newsprint wall to wall A collage of reads in a bobbing sea of reeds, an impromptu solution to ordered confusion. A sign of the Times, these oblique pantomimes. This flock did Herald, tho none were imperiled Helmets of care for those who did stare. A ceremony quite bizarre but, no victory for the Daystar, today. Korean Buddhist ceremonies are usually held outdoors, at the mercy of the elements. On this particular Day the Wind took a break, confident his foe (the Sun) was finally to be defeated at his on game! Paper Hats instantly sprouted on every head. No Sunday bonnets to Church in this congregation. The following is my interruption of the simple event. ? Newd il-Lusions ?? Nude il--Lusions ? Who looks down on you, whilst you look down on another... who likely feels omnipotent in their own small pond? Which of us is worthy, worthy enough to sit at the table of Life; surely not me or, or, You? When is one sanctified, deserving of redemption, freed from eternal sin and condemnation; ever? How does a deity grant grace to a race, as disobedient and morally corrupt as We? Why does generation after generation make the same mistakes, running on a treadmill to nowhere? Where does illusion end in, reality?! Nature's Embrace
Her cool breath on unguarded loins; fervently nibbles, claws. Barely perceptible caress, stimulates each erogenous retina. Drawn into Her vortex, there is no escape. Easing deeper into the welcoming chasm of virginal purity, arouses. Fresh vignettes; rays of light, bursting with hope, of promise— driven to climax, no, no not yet! All about She spreads her embracing petticoat, a skirt of unspoilt splendor oozes from every pore. Majesty to provoke each sense, erotic titillation and more. The mind explodes in a star burst of fantasy. Lying spent, flaccid, devoid— is She worth the effort, insincere concern won't bring Her back. Looking Glass ProwlerLooking Glass Prowler “Lycra, my new skirt— 'll try it on... les mauvais garçons, ce soir” “Damn; c'est trop court— form hugging right; what a sight! Merde!” “Gonna catch some tonite— help from Frederick's, should turn some trix. Dam-mn!” “Fence net thigh highs— stretch garter mesh thong, sure to draw a throng! Haugh-t!” “Stilettos so high. Oh, I'm sooo good, could melt wood. Danger!” “Tear drop pendant to accentuate— twin zircon tipped assets, atop cleaved rockets. Chezam!” “Practice the strut— pout; eye roll, coy indolent stroll. Drool fool!” “Little dab of poison— at points of heat... not too discrete. Go knock'em dead - Bitch!” les mauvais garçons = the bad boys, pronounced “lay mow-vay garzon” ce soir = tonite c'est trop court = it's cheek poppin' petite; nano-mini! Merde! = expletive, “feces” or the like (faeces for hanuman & U.K.ers et al)! For idlewriter – itz another of my personalities that escapes the box now & then! 7月12日 Dipping BirdsDipping Birds
Bubble heads mechanically bowing up and down, another bead clicks on way to 108. Each genuflect a coin dropped in the wishing well of hopes and tears— gimme, gimme, never gets religiousity. Sacrilegious scraping to pressure a deity into compliance; as if He could be influenced or bought. Each hen squawking the same wish, a flock of all me firsts! Donated bribes grease the wheels to garner favor from the Saviour. Turning a deaf ear to the Sermon that only the walls hear— who listens to that gibberish, it's meant for others anyway! Bet the Preacher hung, is he looking my way? Dare I give him a wink? Conviction evaporates at the first clack of the dinner bell, now the stomach God must be appeased and the waddle clucks away. I'd like to acknowledge Bruce Willis in TheWholeTenYears II for the term 'religiousity'! 7月11日 Sky PineSky Pine is a Buddhist name that intrigued me so much I decided to write about it! I dedicate my effort to Sky Pine; Chen-Song Sunim (Visvaji) “Tian-Song”, but in fact the poem isn't about him – it's an autobiography! If you don't know me, a lot of imagination will be required to fathom the depths of this.
Each needle pointing a way— myriad directions of life, which to obey? Spectacular vista unfolds— sky below, Earth above. Slurping drops of life from passing vapors. Following the day star. Buoyed on jet stream flow, a self-sufficient recluse. Defiantly resolute, in mesomorphic pose 'til a maneuver requires a flap or flutter— twirling swivel to a tune, a whistle or the wind— an amusing creation, the whispered melody. Carefree carousel, an airborne pirouette. Refusing to be bound by convention natural parasail did evolve orbiting the globe, round 'n' round. Below brethren shake their crowns, where did they fail their independent germ? They settled to root as generations before but from the moment he burst from the cone, he ventured forth on his own. A leafy Jonathan Seagull, a genetic twist, a mutant gypsy, different than the rest. Defying gravity, shear determination— obstinance winged him on his way. Higher, further— one knot to conform. This lumber would seldom slumber, so ingrained was his quest. Now ringed in experience his trunk does flex, branch clasped boughs stepping towards Heaven's gate.
7月2日 Nether WorldNether World hollow concern only compassion given no respite in sight another lonesome night candle of life flickers and dies in vacant parking lot eyes devoid of care mind's windows blankly stare wordless conversations end in mindless monologues each, a soliloquy falling on deaf ears propagate no ties no need to tell lies paralyzed tongues scream incessantly honesty their sole . . . to realize release from such existence one must perish only to be reborn into mediocrity automatons by wont progeny, rushing forward tethered to a regressive past hesitant success heralded as patriotic milestones self-deception endemic delusion feeds unconcern an unfocused psyche intently listens original thought discouraged by peer pressure indolence The Gravity Waltz two steps back for each one forward following the frenzied beat chant as they sink deeper into the mire ahead - progress – advance – go quick - chant as they sink deeper into the mire . . . propelled by insatiable thirst misconceptions adopted as fact lacking only in reason they cozen each other to placate the mass hysteria The Gravity Waltz two steps back for each one forward following the frenzied beat chant as they sink deeper into the mire ahead - progress – advance – go quick - chant as they sink deeper into the mire . . . When will it end. 6月30日 Jon-Go's DeadJon-Go's Dead I actually witnessed such an exorcism. The bereaved wanted the ghastly spirit of their dear deceased patriarch to stop hounding them. They blamed him for their failing business etc. The process took longer than any cricket match or a beard growing contest. I finally left before any sign of the departed actually . . . departing !
“Jon-Go, Jon-Go died...! Jon-Go, Jon-Go died...!” Chant unceasing, the afflicted sway in detached silence, some distant from the boisterously devoted. Echoes reverberating through the haunted woods, the shrewd mountains maintain their reflective witness.
“Jon-Go, Jon-Go's dead...! Jon-Go, Jon-Go's dead...!” Pitch changes, chorus leaders effortlessly change roles and places as if directed by someone above. The exorcism continues yet another hour. Not a beat is missed, though the lyrics falter.
“Boom-boom, Ba-ba-boom...! Boom-boom, Ba-ba-boom...!” Feet stomp in step, fierce spears menacingly pound the trampled ground, dark as their asphalt skin and the threatening clouds; hard as the stoic faces gathered or cold hearts. A distant recon flight streaks obliviously by.
Guilt seeps from each pore! Stares— eyes avoid! Conspirators huddled together in abject despondency, bereavement they feign to cover their stark sin. Unscrupulous plot successful save for one flaw, astute Jon-Go foresaw their scheming intent.
“Where - where, where did he...?” Where - where, where did he...?” Drumming goes on, throbbing through hollow consciences and devious minds. The entire valley picked clean; the mine, the vault; not a sou; not a single jewel remained. Even the spying marauders o'erhead had no clue.
“Mathew, twenty-five...! Verse, forty-one...!” Missionaries of mercy, fathomless kindness freely given so effortlessly had left its mark well on him, “Away from me, you that are under God's curse!”, Jon-Go oft whispered as he viewed his seeds.
“My heirs, my errors...! Errors, my true heirs...! Precious ones!”, he enjoyed to recite with gross elocution, they in turned received with greedy faces. In the Caymans, M254-125-412541 did bulge. Held in trust for future Missions yet conceived.
“Tick - tick...” like clockwork. “Click - click...” like clockwork. A terminal automatically issues a monthly check. Fathers and patrons of L'Auberge du P'tit Bonheur pray for their mysterious benefactor; ' Mathew ', and the executors of a Caymen account.
“Lil Luck, Jon-Go's glad...! Lil Luck, Jon-Go's glad...!” Wisps of a cloud part revealing a Saint; and the stealth orbiter. He humming from above; it on vigil patrol. A Cheshire grin creases Jon-Go's chiseled face, 'Lucky Little' heirs were indeed getting it all!
“Jon-Go, Jon-Go's back...! Jon-Go, Jon-Go's back...!” Flapping his wings, “Be with you always, I'll give you all I have.” Least he could to do in repayment of his slayers. His mission; errors to undo; heirs to reward. As his spirit settled they began to squirmed. Jon-Go (aka Mathew) July 14th, 1947 ~ April 29th, 2005 Devoted leader & father Rest in Peace
So read, a modest hand carved wooden marker carelessly driven into an unkempt grave near the once prosperous tho now deserted village of Diamond Valley. A U2's passes surreptitiously on high. 6月10日 Suffering
Consuming fires that destroy— Greed can never be satisfied. Anger so primal, explodes. Foolishness, wisdom lack implied. Natural character of life, Given much, always wanting more. Any slight brings retaliations, Careless actions by the score. Concentration on pureness, Maintaining sheer serenity, Immunity from attachment, The path leads to tranquility. Attachment
Attachment With fixation on self, Craving only for more, Endless passions mounting, Desires to deplore. Pursing impossibles, Love slowly turns to lust, Breeding more dissension, Lack of faith and distrust. Pride squelches honesty, Sharing goes out the door, Selfish acts recounted As regrets by the score. Summer Respite
Summer Respite Nature's tinder box, Parched down to the rocks. Long awaited respite, Misting spray starts one night. Noticeable at first, Only teasing the thirst, Than the drizzle appears As tinkling to our ears. Heavy humidity, Constant intensity. Foliage now so vibrant, Color no accident. An absorbent sponge, Nothing to expunge. Condition of delight, With no let up in sight. Every plant vital, Birds in full recital. Nature filled with glee, All creatures can see. Joy infects each flower, With renewed power. Cover prolongs its stay, Loath to venture away. New day dawns with a break, Lighting a distant lake. Azure sky pure and clear, Freshest time of the year. Solemn StrollSolemn Stroll Sauntering hand in hand; alone. Each nursing their own private wound. Searching for hope in just a word No common ground e'er to be found. Nearby herons poised fearless, Lazily scan the brooding pair Dragging the darkening gloom cloud Gathering round everywhere. Skirted in rushes and flower, Lake sanctuary, a real delight. The disturbing ambulation Passes with no relief in sight. Steely eyes miss Glory's beauty, Gleeful daisy choir toss and twist. Deflated by the procession Evaporating with the mist. Inevitable conclusion, Who would voice the obvious outcome? Avoiding the time to move on — Neglecting Nature's wisdom. Fingers untangle; start to drift, Drawn apart by solemnity. Forlorn resignation beyond hope, Surrender a calamity. The fog, begins to dissipate, Shredded by love rays Heaven sent As knuckles brush, tearful eyes lock, Flood gates crack, begin to rent. Timid embrace; gently savage, On mutual tears which to relate. Alleviation sweeps 'way despair Forsaken souls a couple create. 6月9日 Again!
Again! Falling madly in love, Your every first time, Again! Magic experience, Ought to be repeated, Again! Pledging fidelity, To each woman you meet, Again! Inspirational faith, Baptized, born again, Again! Endure a little rain, Hoping to just survive, Again! You fail your last chance, She threatens, you pledge, Again! Hindsight revelation, Finally understand, Again! Compassion Willow (Night Vision)Compassion Willow (Night Vision)
Extended twig fingers my pane, prophetic images scratched— pondering hopes out of reach dreams—reality; quite mismatched. Joy precipatates torment mind a flood of fool's mistakes. Too proud to break from the obvious eternal stream of heartaches. Catcalls from the street interrupt the droning anguish in my head. Brief contempation of suicide— imagining we were both dead. How'd I get in this witches brew, uncertainty of what to do. Perspiration beads soak the sheet— tossing, turning the whole night through. Slow march to destiny's dust, pain just festers a future bleak. The challenge is to break free, some relief is all that I seek. Confessed psyche scrambles thoughts, my distress, Compassion senses. Another lost night to anguish, my monkey mind huddles fences. Knowing exactly what to do— conscience tree, begs me follow. Opportunity revealed, support tracings from the Willow . . . 6月8日 Vestige
Bright candescent glow seeking an obscure phantom. Diametric friends, inseparably illusive. Fore'er playing a game of hide 'n' seek; "Tag! You're it"! Without a shadow, light is ne'er to be found. A Siamese pair trying to extinguish the other. Presence of one, the lack of its archrival. A forged kinship uniting contrary foes. Elusive mates, joined but ne'er touching. Silent ships of the night, they travel together. Day unites them, though they're never apart, Each marks the other, different as night and day. Without a shadow, light is never to be found. 6月7日 Love Pain RainbowLove Pain Rainbow Opposite ends of a rainbow, Our old 'Yin and Yang'; love and pain. Not the same, tho so similar, So alike, but quite different. Little words, that cause each other. Both able to extinguish too! Which to label the catalyst, And which the resulting effect? Pain always suffered alone, In anguish, hurting and torment. Precious love joyfully shared, As adoration or passion. One promising a better life, Its opposite guarantees death. Searching for one, fleeing the other. Do the rainbow's ends ever meet? 6月5日 Lotus Compassion
Lotus Compassion
Wretched mortal suffers, Magnanimous offers. Gentle uttered balm, Open extended palm.
Any circumstance, Gift of happenstance. To dare to intercede, With a truly fine deed.
Ever so quick to share, With those in need of care. Quick blessing bestowed, Providing an abode.
Nerves ever steady, Always at the ready. Kinship solemnly sought, Liar or thief matters not. Neon OrbNeon Orb Clear mindfulness blesses, The acute beholder. To one adversities, Blessings to another. Pollution clogs the lungs With each inhalation, Brilliant star it refracts, Neon orb infatuation. Enhancement in hue, Surreal display to view.
Flush signals irritate, Motorists impatient. Keen billboards infatuate, Lobbyists meet their quotient. The refuse discarded With ever much disdain. Treasures cherished By drifters, no complain. Improved perspective, Pleasure the objective. Mae-Shill Arbre
Surely the most humblest tree So much have you given to me. Mae-Shill beautiful name have thee. So abundant, so carefree Slowly you change by degree.
Shade you give to enjoy coffee, Showers of sugar at no fee, Happily given all for free. Haven to hummingbird and bee, A roost to nest the chickadee.
Benevolence a guarantee, Your grandeur in a potpourri. Supple plums fit for a marquis, Blossoms every jubilee. Shade, nourishment, shelter; all 3!
Quite ample parking in your lee. Choice vantage point above the sea A pleasant point from which to see Assuredly all would agree. My Mae-Shill, you fill me with glee. East of TruthEast of Truth Arranged honesty Found too conveniently Falsities hypnotize Zombies that fantasize Uproots actuality A chant validates Distinctions erased Areas grayed Truth by choice Ignorant geniuses Face displayed At what price?
Pathetic tragedy Follow obediently Dialogs anesthetize Never apologize Distorted reality Weaving plausible lies Everything buried Areas grayed Truth by choice Ignorant geniuses Face displayed At what price?
Dangerous jealousy Sincere hypocrisy Changes just scandalize Free to apostatize Benign humanity Compliance enhances Advancements denied Areas grayed Truth by choice Ignorant geniuses Face displayed At what price? |
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