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james nordlund Nov 2019
As trying to sleep turns impossible,

and struggling to take the next breath overpowers

the terrorism of knowing it may be my last,

I fall asleep for moments 'til fear of asyphyxia

forces my waking anew to the terror of knowing

I could have been dead

and if I fall asleep again I may be,

as well as the twist that

there's nothing I can do about any of it.
If you don't find the joy in the poem, maybe it's not there; yet, I was at least at it's gate   :)   reality
Lexington Warner Nov 2019
water   once   blossomed   into  microbes
into  blossoms,    into  little lost creatures
who bathed in  the light.   once, the trees
opened up  &  said     Let there be green!
                                        & there was

now   our breath
comes spilling
over with
whispers and sighs and
dust of the day  the red river
runs just under
our skin like the sea
that saw us
brought to be      in,  out
each breath i breathe, i can
feel her move with me

the river runs through,    skull meets earth
bones wear down to dust for 
inhale                                            exhale
pro­mised return.              one      again
with the worm  &  the whale.
welcome back by old friends
waving green

not an end                   no such thing
james nordlund Nov 2019
As machinations of

travailing winds,

miraging, veil and mirror

narcissistic nihlistic

false-ego, as self,

"...we(e),..." evince to be.



Finding that find,

giving it away,

aliveness being this day,

and further searching,

to be this day

what it is to be this day.
Feeling thanx, gratefulness, and mourning the losses to Native Americans more before this Thanx/Mourning Day; more than before any other.  Blessings be....   :)   reality
james nordlund Nov 2019
I am thankful for,

The wonder of our

Morning star's rise,

And it's setting

Within our eyes,

On this Beauty Way

We build each day

With great surprise.



Native's compassion taught

Pilgrims at Plymouth

How to live within, give to,

Nature's abundance.

That providence sowed

Reaped graces' harvest,

Fraternity, bearing

Fruits to this day.



We gave Native America genocide, Earthocide.  

Chief Seattle said, "no one can own the land".

Bowing to Above and Below, for gifts bestowed,

Giving, may we, again, walk that way.

While giving thanx

This full Moon's day,

There, but for the grace

Of God, Great Spirit, go I.
Colimbus Day can go away for indigenous Day; no?
james nordlund Nov 2019
San frontieres, a twig of poetree,

topological, roots and wings,

once more to the breach,

dancing betwixt ears, ungestured, bays,



I'd be as a mayfly, only alive a day,

rather than as long as an eagle flies, not whying.

Fathoming delves ley lines realizing increasing

wingspan, height of flight, intensity of sunlight.
Gotta have hearth.  Standing is my life, and I never died   :)   reality
james nordlund Nov 2019
Will you, illimitable potential,

indivisible as life, "leap and contend",

as agua uncontainably articulating?



When you two meet, will you not recede from you to be?,

and jump, back to the evolution and the future,

humanity will only have if you do?
Above quote, "Leap and contend", by Isadora Duncan, a great dancer.  I would love to be tres Gaia, yet, alas, my body's receding from reality.  Thanx for all you do   :)   reality
james nordlund Nov 2019
His chiding of those berating, confiding in

peers, pals, kin, from neighbors din

to seaside inn, with "backwards", caused chagrin.

My heart did jump in, "backwardness"

could never extinct humanity,

like the religion of scientism has

in only the latest 400 years

of it's tryst with oligarchy.  



"One insect damaging so much grain",

one instant evolutionarily,

destroying so much grace,

that it took the Cosmos 18 billion

years of evolution to create.

Truer words were n'er spoken,

was his snort, in retort,

as we savaged our insides on

with tonics, nuts, gin.
Inspired by a fellow Hello Poet; thanx for all you do- have a great eve'   :)   reality
james nordlund Nov 2019
'Tis in the darkest hour that
One foot follows the other,
... shines so on one's heart path,
Where, who, what, when, how,
Where, and sometimes why,
Yet, never Y2K, are unanswered
By the you that is to be, whilst gleaned.  

Then, not receding from reality,
One step leads to another,
Evolving lights one's footsteps
That followed none, leaving no trace
And saving the human race,
Which echo on forever, in all ways, always.
Even shadows speak of the light.
If you're not taking bullets, you're making them; a lesson from WWII.  Indivisible, illimitable u's inner-nature's abundance self-actuating in the world   :)   reality
james nordlund Nov 2019
Soon to be matter that supposedly doesn't,

it only being 99.9 to the infinite place %

of an evolving, expanding, inconceivable Cosmos,

a Bodhi, as 'twas, everywhere and nowhere at once,

with heart, Like the wind moves, not love nor hate,

only everything and nothing at all, at once, thrives.



A sea of souls, waves crest, trough, love is.

Gaia's imploring, humanity be not my stillbirth,

is all sea's songs accompaniment now, as acid rain always falls.

Will you dance, "leap, contend", be agua uncontainably gesturing?

Will humans be that evolutionary jump, back to the evolution

and the future they'll only have if they do?  Are you life?
Waves wear on stone, it gives way, stone stays, waves go away.   Indivisible, illimitable u's inner-nature's abundance self-actuating in the world   :)   reality
Poetic T Oct 2019
Our world is Unique,
      Were just old copies.

             

        Diversity is its growth.
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