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Whisper your soul through my veins
so that as it advances
with God and eternity, the Cosmos, and stardust
around, around, around
the dendritic network shines as many lighthouses,
for the shadows to retire
and virtues flourish.
Déjà vu moments
Recall A shadow of self
Eroding the mind
Marred by figment quandaries
Blurred dreams without respite
BLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge
7-9-24 respite
Short period of time when someone is able to start doing some thing that is difficult or unpleasant to start
Tanka Haiku 5-7-5-7-7 syllables
This is Ken Pepiton, as he sat in the sun,
thinking of Van Gogh's ghucking sunhat
self portrait,

and laughing at having dropped my name,
where he left his hat.
caught a thought. Rough edged, too true, madness patterning
When I begin to fret and fume,
my peace comes up, just rises up.

The woe is not mine, I'm fine.

Contain myself, I wish for money,
in abundance, and settle for a smile
on my face that I did not put there,

saying, just now, enough,

just enough, to know, too much
is superfluity, intentionally let spill.
Some days I only write to live
step outside the fire circle,
be swallowed by the night,
step farther into the night,
be swallowed by the stars.
funda means bottom most, mental means made of thought,
know thyself, is a fundamental "must do" for any planning to die right.
Seed
time
harvest
eat
think
form
seed
sewn

thinking
information
­unconfirmed
demonstrates
disinformally
monostichidity
stich in time, stacks of poetic license fine print permit and obligation.
 Nov 19 Coleen Mzarriz
nivek
valued tome
scarce words
inscribed stone
laid down
crushed bone
mere dust
whispered love
poets tryst
forgotten name
weathered silence
green vine
shadows fall.
 Nov 19 Coleen Mzarriz
nivek
out the silence
'from the nothing'

faces searching
'with candle flame'

an unending forever
lit with stars.
LIBEROSIS

When the flood has risen above my head
It doesn’t matter if it’s a foot or a fathom deep
Or if I am sleeping in a strange bed
For ultimately, nothing matters
We are all sinking into the bed of death
All that matters is to do what we like
Even if it’s going around the world on my bike
Just do as you please and go where you please
Don’t worry about those who do tease
Just keep playing the game of life
Give my best; my all to my wife
Care not what the world thinks or feels
For your happiness it always steals
Live just for the given moment
Until one day you become dormant
On what I can’t control; I care not to comment
“Liberosis” is a term that describes the desire to care less about things, and to let go of unnecessary concerns. It can also be described as a longing for liberty, or an ache to loosen one's grip on life. The term was coined by John Koenig and appears in The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.  

The word liberosis comes from the Italian word libero, and is also used to refer to a volleyball player who is a vital part of the defense in the game. These players can move more freely than others, and can sub in without permission. The term liberosis compares the desire to care less about things to keeping the ball alive in the air and always in play as in the game of volleyball.
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