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 Apr 2022 multi sumus
David R
tell fingers to write
in compendious form
perchance grant respite
from inner turmoil storm
from nature gregarious
in mind-jail contrarious
through written commune
in time opportune
elucidate my state
perchance reciprocate
perchance to clear
the fog and the fear
perchance exculpate
the guilt o' mind-state
to elicit response
from brain so ensconced
in darkness of mind
state in which i find
the people all around
as i in state confound
a mental funambulism
of paranoia 'n autism
bemused befuddled
black cotton wool not cuddled
all druthers denied
in polyglot mind
in liaison with the devil
unpalatable to one level
thoughts unmanageable
as soft putty malleable
not by monsters in the air
of zoomorphic form to scare
but by monsters in the flesh
catch mind as in a mesh
construe in mental rift
in milieu o' crooks' grift
yet through timeless antidote
with words' rhyme in note
have cleared mind somewhat
from dregs of coffee-***
so onward mettlesome horse
we'll trot together yet
at vanguard o' life's course
till time to pay our debt
till hope for imprimatur
from my true life Protection
in place of light so pure
till time's resurrection.
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#elucidate druthers bemuse funambulism polyglot liaison reciprocate palatable malleable exculpate zoomorphic construe grift opportune elicit milieu timeless mettlesome vanguard imprimatur resurrection compendious gregarious
 Apr 2022 multi sumus
David R
as the waves of the sea
hitting wharf rhythmically
as the suckling of the babe
past midnight hour on astrolabe
is the cooing of the dove
in the silence of alcove

like the call of the cuckoo
as sweet spring breaks forth anew
as the hoot of tawny owl
'midst the canine's nightly howl
is the cooing of the dove
in the silence of alcove

as an angel drawing near
whispering secrets in my ear
as the mysteries of world beyond
juxtaposed to burning pond
is the cooing of my dove
in the silence of alcove
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#juxtapose
Introducing my roommate Leong to my Saturday morning cartoon binge habit proved to be one of my BEST ideas EVER. She’s a very animated watcher, frequently laughing, gasping in horror and, in the end, delighted by these silly shows.

It’s almost a case for convergent evolution, how two creatures, from opposite ends of culture and the world can be so similar.

I find myself watching her, for her reaction, as much as the shows themselves - I’ve seen them before but I rediscover them vicariously and emotionally through her. We can spend hours dissecting character arcs and plot twists - we’ve found a small, stress-free heaven.

It’s 10:40am Sunday morning and Leong is dipping celery in barbecue sauce for breakfast again. “THAT’s just gross,” I deem, holding my hand up to block my view of this travesty.

“You should TALK,” she says, “Flexatarian!”

I gasped, like a slapped Chris Rock in the face of this naked aggression. “Why am I a Flexatarian! I demand, my mind reeling for context, “because I ordered the potato burrito at taco bell?” I look around for some sort of rescue or validation, but we’re alone.

“That’s so FAUX,” I say, in an injured voice, shaking my head sadly. “I’m by the book carnivore,” I say, holding my fingers in a three-fingered girl scout pledge.

“And you have to live with that trauma,” Leong says, scooping an extra large dollop of sauce with her celery as I make gagging and heaving sounds.
BLT’s Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Deem : “to judge or have an opinion.”

slang
Flexatarian - someone who’s only a vegetarian when it’s convenient or showy.
faux - untrue

*Convergent evolution: how life evolves in certain predictable ways because they work the best. For example: how flying has evolved independently at least four times on earth: in birds, bats, insects, and pterosaurs. Ultimately, this theory predicts that we will meet other “humans” if we ever get out and explore the universe - those Star Trek green, human aliens may actually be real somewhere.

*I have a no “show off” rule which this may violate
Sweet life we yearn for you, you are the essence of our heart's afflictions. Your worth a million cuts through life we must live, only to become glorious and tranquil we must walk through the fire of redemption.

Our light hides darkness away through thoughts, but deep within we find an attraction to this aching to be comforted in this pain that we manifest in ourselves, we adore solitude, our gift, our words that pour deep from the depths of our light that shines bright!

Blemished with untruths we capture what flows through our higher consciousness, knowing that what must exist in our reality must be created by us in our imagination.

Life is not life, it is a fractured foundation of existence that only
the mind can touch and change through thought and desire.

Knowing is the answer to knowing, it completes the puzzle without reason, and it confirms all arrangements are perfect and in perfect.

We know life is a fantasy of our thoughts capturing images installing each hurt to heal in its own time when a million
hearts will anoint the truth of knowing all answers before questions have appeared in thoughts to be asked!

Alluring, conquered,  warriors of reason come forth before emptiness showers down a solemn comforting, anointed
with love that never can be undone, the deepest form of light we must create through our innocence where
the tranquility of self was found from the beginning of creation.

A rebirth of knowing shall keep creating, becoming more aware of the depth within ourselves!

The time of awakening has arrived in our time of finding the truth through remembrance.

(Awareness observes all whom we have been)


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