#opposing
Creating a passing remark… recreation…
in a mind, a reified fine distinctive will…
said in such a way
as to hold reason on rails, as we rise
slowly to the apex, before the drop.
Such sorts of talks as one might hear…
while thinking something missing…
listen, instants reminding winding
ways, whither so ever this mind listeth.
Then and now, originating force, used
in fact as wind fitted 'round makes uses
of letters leveling the imbalenced powers
using long slow upslope with peak powers
pulling from the down side, launching
minds into wonders yet beheld hid in
understandin' laws selecting ears, hush
such as seek the source of joy used to lure.
The joy strength knowing
Words was writ becoming
Power, to make motion, umph
to push the self positioning
reflex past off imbalence,
back to on imbalence,
patient
waiting being not on or off,
but here in time at a tempting,
attempting attended by all who
have ought against my will to be
as plain as day and simple as phi.
A Sermon on Novel Incomplexity
spiraling wider in reaching for more
in an autodidactic country church,
carried on by disciples of the founder,
the called of Truth, and chosen to teach,
to cultivate as one tends to tender vines,
those lost souls caught in strains confusing
will and ways, mixing will and spirit,
soul and minds creative by nature's go'd
and we the goaded on, kicking not back, but
some will to know, in terms we all agree with,
using terms that yoost to be ere words empow'rin'
agreement to trial rentals,
old works, functional,
used goods
to be retold as true
by some, so called holders
of the lessons learned
for sharing, as affection, any surplus seed.
Did I act, in course of time, of course,
gravity does matter, all ups have downs,
strange and charming ins and outs.
Fast make my point, in effect, a will to make, machen,
means make, manufacture, reify imaginary ways,
same as Latin facere, as a matter of fact, says
Google Translate, at my behest, hight, answer swear
"take or utter an oath,
make a solemn declaration
with an appeal
to divinity" deus "god, deity"
(from PIE root *dyeu- "to shine," and sworn so
to tell me all the etcet'ras as ye's called, Wille zur Machts,
"the driving force behind all living beings, including humans" making thinkable things
useful to rethinkers, at some point…
any wishing uses wills of some sort in fact,
so if your wish were peaceable,
imagine it taken up by all, at this point
try umph und dinkum, humm as manly virtrutheous will to make stuff up allows,
to lighten the load
of memory reminding me
of olden meanings fed me
to teach meekness, as penance
for troubling my house to inherit wind.
As grace, breath, taken, forming this fected
will to use and by using gain more of this will
working wonders to let us think we understand,
three point curving arches in a process known
as growing through the creative process,
supported by the will a toddler achieves upright
status as a force
to be reckoned with
on new terms, better balanced
at agreement, mental fixedness of purpose,
supposed and set as pivot point in time,
myrrh tipped darts - cursor arrows telling course, marking distances in steps,
exclaiming this is the pleasure pursued,
subconsciously diverted in to golf,
{I sell rescue ***** I never played the game}
a fruitless pastime perfecting will
with aimed at pride, some cheat for.
Ranting chance expletives,
followed by, amen…
there above, our letters bringing the common tongue,
into total disarray,
to think the meaning -breathing, the common sense
since simplicity stepped from sublimnity,
to light the way, by mind's alit with news,
actual knew knowns, new translations,
accepted as accurate, aimed
from then to now,
another day in your life,
another day in our life, we wordform spirit minds
kinematic cinematic role inversion,
existing Ich heize, Herr Klumpen, ein Pepito, no mas.
A ****** a loogie, a phlegmish mass spat at nada,
deemed as worth a minute
as any made up will let go
in just right down sloped acceleration
joy may spark an avalanche where avalanche's wait.
Jun 4, 2024
Jun 4, 2024 at 5:12 PM UTC
To aim your place
and chase with haste
Whilst many face
the angst and grace
Informed techniques befit your crest
Smash through with force
Opposing guests
Controlling breath
Patience met
The journeys long to ascend
Focus on the foes ahead
Destructive forces with intent
Defeat dealt out inside a zone
Hate and venom will be spent
A noble art to call your own
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
Two
Halves
Never one whole
Left
Right
But why not both?
Dividing me
Into "opposing" categories
But you can't have one without the other
Neither male
Or female
Simply both
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
If you paint me dark, like a devil
I hope you see the angel in me.
If you paint me in light, like an angel
I hope you see the devil in me
I hope you paint me as human though,
Because then, you can see both.
And then hopefully you can see
The other colours in me
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
In a world full of people whom claim to be something I have encountered quite a few nothings.
The nothings who feel the need to flaunt accomplishments in the other somethings faces.
The nothings who brag on and on about how they are the most important something.
I've also met a few somethings.
The ones who hide behind their creativity and silence.
The somethings who can't speak in crowds.
And funny thing is all the nothings who identify as something bring all the somethings identifies as nothings down.
They are the ones who make the somethings think they are nothing.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
The synapses have been coagulating
Not stopping
Convoluting
Insanely stretching
Misconstruing
The neurons movements inhibiting
Receding
Freezing
Burning
Silently screaming
Not standing
But fleeing
Already caught
Pleading
To itself...
An intemperate sword strikes
Not once, nor twice
But strikes ever so endlessly
Not merely metal but freezing ice
Burning bright
Filled with conflicting atoms
Each atom appearing small and identical
And yet so volatile
Once the other is brought to the other's presence...
The heart sits in it's seat
At the centre
Watching and yet
Suffering the pain
Begging for balance
And yet
Also understanding each
Being struck repeatedly
Without a sound...
Two atoms meet.
Opposing each other,
They compete.
To occupy the space,
They must defeat,
In order to hold victory
And overlay deceit.
And in their wake
They left behind destruction.
Just as wars leave destruction,
So do conflicting perceptions...
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
patience ignites—words
burn through defenses, desperate
scream of resistance emits, breaths
impossible to hold, tongue wild
muscles locked, shouts of
frustration ears bleeding elbows
bent, attempts to solace the
loose-cannon brain, diatribe
retaliation stubborn toes snarling
mouth, suffocating the flame—
moving on, moving on, gaze
toward the horizon, jump forward
lie down and feel the weight of that
heavy heartbeat, never letting the shoulders
sink in.
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
I am a flower, while you are a garden.
I am a cloud, while you are the sky.
I hold you closer as you run away,
As I am hello, and you are goodbye.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
Sitting next to a stranger, I wonder what kind of life she goes home to.
The positive,
A mother who is kind and gentle and reassuring,
Who teaches her to be her own person rather than those surrounding her.
A father with dark skin from the sun,
Dedicated to his garden and enthused to teach her about it,
And also to teach her about life and change and fairness.
The negative,
A mother who was adventurous and spontaneous and wondrous,
Who taught her that not everyone is guaranteed
Enough time to live out their dreams.
A father with eyes as blue as her own, but with less joy,
Fortunate enough to be where he is,
But wishing that life hadn't torn him from his other half.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
With no money in your pockets,
and a desire for a smooth ride.
Yeah, **** it... something simple.
Lust for something easy.
You speak like
anything matters;
I complain in
the opposing
direction.
Bleeding, and everyone would care
if you'd just ******* show them.
Overdriven in lifestyle,
by design without purpose.
Wearing black, but not poignantly.
Cursing because ****
it feels so good.
Smashing whatever since
you don't own anything.
Dissenting because you can.
Maybe you'll steal **** tomorrow,
maybe you'll tell a lie.
Breathe in.
Cough, choke, turn indigo.
You're gonna do just fine.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC