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 Aug 2022 Jamie King
jerely
Like a shadow that follows
The light that flows
In a sea of beauty and despair
To hold
In a city of cherry blossoms,
as sweet as serendipity blues
I found in you.
Aug 10,2022
@jerelii
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 Aug 2022 Jamie King
Gillian
I have been in a sort of purgatory since I left Chicago after our memorial for my mom.  I spent a week in San Francisco getting tested and papers and permits and green codes…14 days alone in a very horrible hotel (but a very nice prison)…one week at home with my dog and my love, Steve…got a bacterial infection in my intestines, went to the hospital, fever spiked at 102, but six negative Covid tests…

I finally felt my equilibrium returning to a new normal this week when I went back to work for my first day, and realized I feel my mother’s presence in myself most when I am teaching my students.  All the joy it gave her, the philosophy, the art, the outlet, the passion, the peace, the confidence, the courage, the risk, the reward, the scream and the silence of being a teacher in a classroom, in my childhood bedroom, in a café, on a sidewalk, a long drive, a walk in the wilds, or even shopping at the supermarket…she gave me these gifts, and they will never leave me.

I find ’her’ everywhere lately, and I know she was always there, always with me…I can read the graffiti of grief as it sprays across me all day long every day…there isn’t any me without her, yet here I am; me, without her…

I have always missed her, for seven years living in China, I have missed her every day…

Love has many unexplored depths…
Perhaps the cost doesn't exceed the value. The prospects there were myriad. Where do you go to escape the elusive delusions of your psychic quandary? The ramifications of inductive collusion make writing a chore which requires extrapolations in progressive dynamics. The allusions of paradoxical analogies multifaceted conjectures often have more depth than the hypothetical dynamic intentions can pervade. I too would like to get more out of the plausiblities of problematic diversity. What were you trying to accomplish? The diversity of possibility makes self oriented interjection seem a pragmatic enigma to ourselves. To receive unity I must conceive the totality of my cognation. The dog was wearing its collar. The rhythms of logic may seem impractical although aesthetically pleasing. There are many ways to exercise the perplexing quagmires of psychic revelry. Since I don't have another outlet I must attempt to succeed through cognitive diligence. Their impetus was not clear. The whole picture was not necessary for the production of viable assumptions. I don't know whether to go or stay home. The dialectics of rational induction often seem almost visible. Psychology is not an empirical science. Transience may seem a convenient quality. The first matrix seemed similar to the third in the progression. If I could I would fashion a legitimate conjecture to help mitigate the discrepancies in these arguments. I find I have worries for my relative clarity in the midst of these almost catalytic litigations. The site for the new well was carefully mapped. I find it difficult to satisfy the dictates of my conscience. A lot of people are distressed by the estranged condition of their moral ethics. The clarity of criticism creates credibility, comprehension can cause conducive consciousness. Multifariously versatile obnoxiously obsessed protuberant demonstratively cajole deviant affectionate ****** caress. English is a colorfully diverse and versatile language. Parallel thoughts like parallel lines carry similar veins of reasoning in almost identical directions. The picture forming seemed to be a synthesis of the almost kaleidoscopic torrents of symbolical regalia. It's not convenience it's the spontaneity of intrinsic expedience which dictates. The light house stood out stark and ominous amidst the torrential rain and flashing lighting of the stormy weather. Anxiety is often caused by an accumulation of unresolved delusions. If the tone of that man's voice is any indication we are not going to have an easy time convincing him to give up his old records collection. Sometimes having something is not as exciting as you thought it would be before you owned it. The occasion was just another new moment in time. The mechanism was a miniature scale model of the larger machine. The man's perception of the situation appeared quite shallow and incomplete. Belief is a relative state that often lacks objective clarity. The monolithic precipice is probably not as steep as it looks. The heights of sanity are a lofty and precarious perch indeed. He was not conscious of the collaborations of his enemies clandestine collusions. The magnitude of the problem put it outside the realm of my perception. The angel was a vision of resplendent beauty as it hovered in mid air above the knoll. I don't think you understood what I meant. I sincerely ment what I said about the sorcerer. I will succeed through cognitive diligence. To say the state of mankind's metaphysique is an imaginary condition is a gross denial of evolutional principle. What then is the nature of problematic hypothesis, or the personification of positive prosthesis? I don't mean to embarrass the perpetrators of theological indenture but perhaps this is not pragmatically aesthetic. The athlete carried the torch with grace and solemn devotion almost as if on a mystical sojourn. The quality of existence may not transcend the tenacious transience of time; then again perhaps the exogamy of homogeny will produce the ultimate successor. Under our political system the privilege of freedom is inalienably granted to all unless abridged by due process of law. If you attempt to unlawfully abridge my freedom I will file a prejudice against you. I am more wholly concerned for my anonymity than I am with the ideology of your evangelist. I know I would rather be self sufficient than deterred by the ulterior motives of political impetus. Though I know I am is more than I may ever be I like to think I could. Through extrapolation one can enhance their vision of the realms of possibility.
Wanton wayward warranty waylay!!  Trajectory extant's totally tangential, exponentially extemporaneous objectified's manifest.  How do you intend to receive your gambits of alluvium aloof impunity if you forget immunity is Epicurean absurdity.  Astral projection's mystic symbiotic.  It's enough to give one the Martian warlord blues on the mule kit.  Exotic trollwood harlotry and, transcendent nimbus nimiety's exorcist.  It's a perplexing paradox my friend.  Ringball tea!
Maieutic dreamer, the ecstatic euphorias of cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix are pandemic.  Extravagant exorbitances of flirtatious flamboyance and flippantly flighty flit-ness.  But what of stint-ness snities?  Excruciating exacerbations of laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous tediums.   Synaptic syntax is fervently intense like a feral phrenic frenzied ****.  Ruminating humanity’s collective consciousness gives me hysterical deliriums.  We’re frenetically febrile, atrociously impetuous impudents who don’t know our id conclusion from our impromptu innuendo juncture.  And what of the organizational principles of our subconscious continuums?  Do we only dream about dexterous articulation?  Can we become the agile acuity we envision or do we wallow in the drifty drivel of dour droll’s dreary?  What’s to phatic say about futurity fatidic’s forlorn wanton?  We need chutzpah, moxie savvy’s panache.  Is there no such thing as a universally acceptable ontological deontology?  Probity is as obvious as due yesterday, ethology’s entelechy the omnipresent reward.  Elan vital is not subjective, it’s objective.  Explicating epiphanies of social contiguity’s prospectus so innate as to be irrefragable.  Not perhaps the oligarchies of eclectic synectics, but perhaps the pugnacious audacities of emote to exude aimed imbue.  Assay relay’s convey, foray delay purveys inveigh.  Perhaps if we are all cogently fecund with our vituperatively vociferous the holocaustial cacophony of our obstreperously abstruse will be just what the grotto grouch gumption ordered.  Infusing all with the capability of  aspiring to higher powers and yet not forgetting the mystery of self and others.  I know I know what an ingratiating sycophant on the introjection.  Gambits of alluvium aloof impunity when we all know immunity is Epicurean absurdity, but I already covered that on the phrenic aimed holocaustial cacophony.  Seriously of we all enunciate so on the diction of mesomerism's to punctual.  Why can’t that be the essence of accidence ambience acoustics, the arbitrational attenuation of actuator's aorist.  We are not ethereal, we are corporeally preternatural and the sooner we all learn to respect each other to that the sooner we can get down to the sublimely surreal in oneiromancy’s apotropaic panaceas.
A dream I had about explicating eventuation evocative's expletives.  The amalgamated anathema android.  The cure for pseudopodia interruptus.  At those plastygoop nosed gumby ******* ***** mongers.  Teleportation's telepathic tout will augur the demise of the shallow water scrod ******* dogs.  Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma.  Enigma entity's identity crisis on the futurity fatidic.  Grimacing gremlin greaves and gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts.  Sentience's evocative eventuation's inevitably irrefragable!  The thought of such infrangibly sublime surreal.
 Aug 2022 Jamie King
ConnectHook
Monkey Pox! The Monkey Pox!
Get more boosters, change your locks.
Have wild *** without a ******;
Block the fandom. Burn the kingdom.
Gambian rats are not to blame—
Trump supporters own the shame:
White extremists, spreading plague,
for reasons that, as yet, are vague . . .
[Nina Junkowicz approves of this poem]

https://connecthook.net/2022/05/24/ponkey-mox/
Life could either be
defined by your parents' mistakes
or solely yours,
only here to live and learn
with the hindsight
that you may well be
one of those mistakes too.
Living and learning are intertwined, go hand in hand. In between are the moments of laughter, grandeur, thankfulness and thrill.

In the midst of all chaos, laughing at yourself is a way to live by.
 Oct 2020 Jamie King
Niveda Nahta
I took a deep breath, and fell right onto my pillow
I said to myself, "People leave, that's what they do."

I breathed deeply, almost panting because of the anxiety creeping on to me.
Abuse, betrayal all of it flashed in front of my eyes.

I breathed deeply, in and out, as the world stood still, right in front of me.

I breathed deeper, consoled myself, things will be fine if not better, this isn't the end.

I breathed deeply, this time holding my chest, as if trying to tell it that all was well.

I breathed deeper, while a tear flowed down my left cheek, it's alright, it's just a difficult week.

I took five more breaths, before telling myself this, "it's okay, and that people leave."

My heart almost spiralled into confusion.

Blaming myself, and then not.

People leave, that's how it's been all these years, it's like my head was in a knot.

I've been bothered by this approach people have in life, "live and forget" as if there's nothing else in sight.

In moments like these, when I can't breathe any further,
I write, and feel,
Because I know,
I'll never be like the others.
Hellopoetry has become almost like a virtual diary for me. I'll also share my stories on here, all based on my life. Do you also feel empty when people leave?
 Oct 2020 Jamie King
Mike Hauser
do we not see that we are blind
hear how deaf we are
no patience or time to sign on the dotted line
yet still reaching for the golden star

can we not take the things we see
off of the spinning wheel
set the colors in need this side of free
giving them time to heal

let the character of a man
speak up for itself
where the blind and deaf can completely understand
the cost of what this is all about

needing to break down societies boxes
that over the years they've put us in
dearly has that cost us
where not a soul can be who they're meant

we need to take a moment
step back from the edge and breathe
where the deaf can hear the crying
and the blind can finally see
james

with all that has occurred
recently
the changes and challenges

perhaps we have a right
to feel tired

perhaps unknowingly
we are also holding fright

even the soldiers here

my quiet friends felt shaky

weary while getting back to

somethings

it is nice here in the garden
a haven for all things wild

wild things

today I have an appointment
with the bike shop in town

fearing the worst

it may be beyond repair

i too come older than I have
ever been
 Oct 2020 Jamie King
Stu Harley
every word
is a story to tell
and
some words
become lies
but
if
every word
have eyes
to
see the
good and evil
expressions
of the world
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