mr-john-l-supak-jr
American
Very few know me. Even fewer know of the heart in me. / In this I am content. My goal is to become more visible. Because I love to share and care. My mind loves poetry also. I do not know why. I imagine it is how I connect to all the people I have met along the way, from LA to Seattle to the middle of the Bering Sea, and I smile. The earth is a better place now. I take great pride in the poetic life I've led. 52 .Where does the time go when one is having fun? I am back here again in the Tri-Cities Washington. Lovin life and livin the dream.
A passionate lovelife begins at the cutting edge of ones comfort zone. Death ends all ... this too will pass one...is told. Our sun is not gone as it sets alone. Everything changes as it matures & nurtures; a soulhome full of love passion, mindful hearts, quientessentialy enhancing a compassionate empowering peaceful patient presence. Or mere things do not change, we do. Observe pendulum perceive pit. Forhere awakenaware for now reason & argument forsome, their edge, that is it. Pure calm empowering passion consciousness preferring peaceislove for some that is it. Please a privilege for others for police a right of MEIOSIS. A greater fate is faced with an attitude of forherenow passion. Like fights for wit rights must be felt by allowing an intimate interconnectivity of resonating conscious~hearts. Mindful heartbased interactivity compassion with action. Cards dealt one plays around what is being felt. Done sleeping? End beginnings to start endings...what? Energy...awakening is a passionate art. A heartbeat a part to re late one may appreciate wit meiosis?
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
I am here now as one desire. That is not ones upmost issue;...to & furrow. Port & starboard back & forth on deep ocean blue breezes as sweet sense you are us teases. I am in the air I am in the trees I am in the window of your eyes. Ready willing & able to please well beyond one divine human hearts wants or needs...oil please?
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Hello Poetry
inspiring
save* passion*
compassion in action
knowing loves' presence
shows through words that rhyme
attract human souls they always do
in
time
to
ignite
passion
cat in/out of bag
dog got one's tongue
one listens well eyes swell
love the sea savepassion
seize opportunity
Hello Poetry.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 3:45 AM UTC
All one
to do or be
one took gone
it
all away from
gone
me
one by
all it took
no glance
no look
back or
no syllable spoken
at the wake in the camera
open
in full highest definition possible
interactive view
right before
*
thought
eyes
space
skies
one
is
able
fly.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
Horrifying more than meeting a poet's mind~eye
compassion drips off lips committing
execution slips
blowing heart's apart from their core
thoughts of mirrors trigger
horrifying
why more no more?
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
What to do when the day moves like night or the night the day?
Do you take a few of those neurons for a field trip a little get~away?
A substance may be involved if society has something to say.
Society? Is the night that moved like a human one afternoon after a prayer of peace
creepy or a part of society?
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
Soul stopped seeking long ago
heartbeats resonate with mother earth and father though
everywhere gazes stare's space
are we out of our freaking mind
& who cares
life was taken.
was it theirs?
TIME.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
? The kind that never goes away.
No matter what the doctors say.
You knew like the sky is blue the day
going through.
Lingering in the crosshairs of your soul through the broken veils of reason logic just another brand name pain...
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
Feeling real able to think and feel there is a very real and present feel to actually perhaps maybe feel.ing. A little early or a little late or a little man woman or a meaning aura or aurora baby.
Bio~terra~~human~~electric~eclectic~magnetic~resonance.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
More more mere words linger rather obviously...
obviously what could one possibly be so obliviously...
Observational objectivity detects: Lurkers lurking to linger probably cling to love's fragile edge?
An arousal of viciousness or visage of immense beauty art performance presence...more relationships steam a shore.
Balancing hearts on the in deep starburst sapphire blue floating more.
More to be revealed for shore.
More...
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC