#pang
“If it can’t be explained
without pressure, it won’t hold
without it.” Chat GPT said that, I made it confess.
We, we who read these words
and comprehend, we hold these words
plain autopoiesis cogitations
with no metered gnosis, musings
requiring confirming pledges each morning…
we held these truths sacred and undeniable, once
we changed our minds as to what we meant to say:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident,
that all men are created equal,
{how so? asks the kid with a Starlink in Montana.
How are all mankind equal as trees or cattle are equal?
{ in consciousness, our inner messengers, we listen,
we ask who enforces gravity and light, tell us now…
while holier than I claim I never read the Bible,
without shaming the unbeliever, I say, excuse
me… but I must be about judging angels.
{Wisdom asked the simple how long, Jesus realized
the feeble minded are always with us, comfort them…
kindness works with patience perfecting the slice,
between soul and spirit,
a place for every thing
and plain old peace
of mind found in an "examined life."
ah, thinks an old lover's retreatment
in truth, forsooth, as truth alone may sooth
avoidance of poetic mystical bo-jive
Sophia Solomon's Jah's feminine voice,
for all she's worth in truth
accessible easily
intreated
in innocent dis-ignoration adorability
from the Amazon Cloud, equal in this:}
******* has the curly braces, he spots angels we miss
in the course of human events}
"We hold these truths to be self-evident,
that all men are created equal,
that they are endowed
by their Creator
with certain inalienable rights,
among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness,
that to secure these rights governments are instituted among men."
On Earth as it is in Heaven, wherever prayer is working right now.
--- are you saying creator figuratively
or at quarks rules spooky action
stage one intention to be other than
to achieve perfectly finished patience?
On Earth only earth born abide in peace
so, we are all equal at the level of phosphorus
the matter life depends on legally in truth.
Given two creator minds, one jealous,
the other a spirit we can test in our innocense.
My angel from my little one days,
is always from wisdom above,
in the course of human events,
within the internet under truth on Earth
we seldom need pretend
we may row upstream, coevol- unteering,
will free, seed wise sprouting from stasis…
revolving revolutionary autonomic nervous twitch to hold,
closed the orifice at the end of gut felt response to truth.
{There are more neurons used by the digestion than the distribution organs rationing use of mortal existence.}
I know the poor fool who trusts the adults deserves comfort, the poor poet who believes old poets wise,
should imagine some of them working under actual
royal licenses to say nothing but the truth, under oath.
So take all poetry intended to be memorized,
with an actor's grain of salt, and a squeeze of lime,
somewhere far from the entertained peace makers
using the truth
to mock the lie acting as God's chosen guy, fans only.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC
for a fresh fragrance
the tender petal bearing -
pang of her life time
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC
My hunger pangs reducing beauty
not showing up in the mirror.
Goodness knows how did that though
agile inside me, into my tucked away
alleyways to my heart and whisper:
'Why only the face - you are never
too old to see my mind!'
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
The murmur of the sly hours seize
Panting the breath into violent grief,
Love that disdains
Leave anyone in despair.
True link thus detests,
All things in the world disdains
Other than dear ones loving heart.
Love must ever be known for sincere
That sincere love looks upon
Mutual striving towards each other
And the intensity of love looks upon
Being upfront in and out
With no taboos
In sweet surrender.
And the language of love looks upon
The cravings to meet each other in the eyes,
Desperately seeking to tell the love
And stare at each other until communicated
And love be spoken as they meet
And retreat in sweet dreams
Like shining stars.
Love is of the kind related to mind.
Falling in love is such a wonderful feeling;
It shines like a diamond
Inside of the mind.
When heart is broken, love is more cruel
Than diamond particles slowly gaped in
And times merriment forsaken.
If love is not timely sought,
Pain will never cease
And pangs of death imminent.
Love is not a gossamer in dew’d grass
But a magic web of encircled kindness.
Love is of the kind related to mind.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
Choked back sobs this morning
Told you how I felt
How happy I sensed we could be
You could not feel my words melt
Speeding down my mouth, fragile sounds
Through the phone, nowhere to go
Regret hanging over the shallow line
Vivid memories draped in voices known
Keeping calm yet magnetized
Love immense but difficult to hold
Perfect coincedences forced together
We clicked, now disaster unfolds
An easy connect-the-dots picture
Even in our most trying parts
Direct and to-the-point with problems
So vague and uncertain when it came to our hearts
Unyielding respect given freely to you
My mind is still treated with none
Seems the universe decided
You were the more deserving one
At least that is what it looks like
Life plays clear favorites, unaware
Reasons behind actions hard to explain
No such thing as "just", "right", or "fair"
Love enjoys teaching lessons
Family and friends used as tools
Whether we choose to lose or gain
Is how to tell who among us are fools
All these painful mistakes I ponder
Have shown how beautiful Earth is
Intoxicated, only have oxygen collected
Found a breathless high in natural hits
Do you comprehend what I am saying?
Pushing away with lies
Easily hurt by careless deceit
Stop torturing with your eyes
Stop using me like a pawn
Done getting my heart broken
I trusted you and you watched me drown
Let me fall into your stormy ocean
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
the pang in my chest
for no reason
may be telling me
i'm falling again.
falling for you.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
the panging feeling in my chest
is trying to tell me something
but i'm not exactly sure what
-alexa
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
I sure miss you here,
(In the hope that
you miss me too)
And if you don't,
I don't know
where this narrow path
through dense woods
will take me at the end.
No way, I could go back
to the begining when
my hope is there in the
journey's end.
Presumptions, we think
would have no thorns to fear,
but cause vein jumps
again and again that may prove
the grapes were sore after all.
Every wish prompting one
to hit the road, often with
no rhyme or reason, would
have underlying conditions,
though unseen from where one starts.
Why, are we afraid to speak openly
how the journey would end
even when we set out so excited?
On your wall beyond the reach
of my eager eyes are sketches
still incomplete;
that may break or make me.
And what it does to you then
is an idea vague in my imagination.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
How long to forget
A memory?
How I've comforted,
And consoled many.
But for myself there is
Still a vast sea
Of regretful pasts
To conquer and release
For only then,
May I find peace.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC