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I need a release
something else to help me see
past the lights of delusion
through the apex of a dream

my comment

Indeed there is much delusion in the semantics of mesmerically enrapturing.  They are in intoxicatingly  inebriating in fact.  Imagination's immaturities can be seductively enticing but they are generally beyond our keen.  Just because we can personify beings with metaphysical mystique doesn't't mean we can touch others or even ourselves with their magic.  It can be difficult to be pragmatically practical when caught in the surreal edifice of the apex of a dream.  The axis crux of id conclusion's continuums should be a cerebral cortex ****** matrix of vast expanse and tenacious extremity.  I wish you success on your quest!!
For some reason my sign in no longer works on this site and it won't allow me to change my password, therefore I can't leave comments.  This frustrated me so much I decided to post it here.
(alternately titled: a retrospective review
randomly selecting an outdated poem
stored within Apple icloud queue
methinks ye might might savor preview

regarding general overview
how yours truly dabbled
with words where new
sense even then gushed
oot noggin o' Matthew

Scott Harris foretold loo
*** poetic shenanigans merely foreplay
teasing double entendres I knew
would brand me as a Jew
pitter naiveté and innocence
accorded an ingénue
disguised by a colorful hue
man punster mocker cuckoo.

Tryouts starring musical prodigies
and/or an attendant conductor
attempt to approach ambient chorus
divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork
heavenly invoking kapellmeister
magnificent nonchalant outlook
piquantly, quintessentially,
repertoire sensately striking

unmatched vast wisdom yielding,
zephyr air albeit creativity
engineered from groundswell harmony
juxtaposed, kindled, linkedin,
manifesting noteworthy opulent
philharmonic recording
transcribing universal veritable
webbed wide world.

Wunderkinds yield Ziggurat
acme approximated asymptote
bequeathing celestial
Doppelganger Earthly emulations

formulating fractal glinting highlighting
ineffable joie de vivre jostling, keen kindling,
la la land legerdemain lifting logic
lording Ludwig (Josef Johann) Wittgenstein.

Yelping zoological apostle
Al (affidavit) Gore handily
heaping hubristically invocation
jolting kickstart measures
nipping nixed noblesse oblige opera
quickening quotidian rapid

ruination sans supreme
teetering upended venerated wise with acumen
arithmetical Benoit Mandelbrot
chasing far-fetched ideas
lightyears menacing existential nihilism
purging ogres opportunistically

resplendently ripping revered
tankard tipping unstoppably
vanquishing varietal whipsawing
wonderful wrapt yawning  youngsters
warfare written wrought  
yanking zestfully crushing environmental family

granting Herculean instant karma
malevolent, opprobrious pronouncement
quiet riot silencing severely
tragic ubiquitous vicious wreckage
yikyaks apemen cleft Earth.

Future foragers denounce
capitalistic bamboozlers aggression
zealots wrought trashing quintessential
naked kingdoms issue
flotsam coagulates zonal wastelands
torquing quality NON
killing habitats Earth bleached
yellowed voodoo ruins.
 Nov 2017
Dr Zik
I've donated world
For the sake of my Lord's smile
Else nothing worthwhile
Dr ZIK's Poetry
 Nov 2016
The Dedpoet
All the silence does not mean
You are alone,
It is the world waiting for you
To listen;
And in the darkness you are
Found by the light
Of your hope.

And in the tears of your
Pain you are born,
There you become stronger
And it creates order.

Pick up your flesh as your spirit
Lifts,
And speak your happiness
As if the tip of your tongue
Was the mountain's peak
Speaking at the sky,
The burden is a caged bird
And only the conscious can set
It free.
And sing to yourself so that
You know you are never alone
In your body.

Know that your crazy is beautiful
Because it makes you YOU,
Wear your skin like
Your cozy blanket and cuddle
In the warmth of yourself.
     You are not broken,
But scattered like the night
With pieces like stars shining,
    Open your pain and yourself
To the wound of the world and heal
Whatever you choose.
 Apr 2016
Joel M Frye
In the midst of human chaos
we might seek out the beauty
of celestial love.
Can I get an Amen?
A-MEN!

In the midst of celestial love
we might glimpse the power
of the unconquerable human spirit.
Can I get an Awe-women?
AWE-WOMAN!

In the midst of human spirit
we perceive the tenderness
of the eternal human soul.
Can I get an Aww-men?
AWW-MEN!

In the midst of the human soul
we might find jealousy and hatred,
the sources of human conflicts.
Can I get an Ahh-men?
Ahh.  Men.

In the midst of human conflicts
we might find the love and soul
to disagree in harmony.

Can I get an A-men?
NaPoWriMo day 26 - a "call-and-response" poem.

Br'er Bear is in the pulpit.  Can I get a jalapeno?
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