Since we met in this life we’ve been so together
The trees and the sky will tell you, just ask them
Since, frankly and completely as one
Searching our souls, discovering each other and ourselves
Loving, living and learning with no effort at all
Moulding our life to divine goals, elements exploring
Each day we grow, smoothing our rituals and tasks
Simple, small, understated and beautiful
Yet enormous, devastating and wonderful
I’ve never been clearer in mind nor more ordered
Serious or intended, structured yet mesmerised and dreamy
Child-like pleasures our little hearts

Honestly, knowing you has given an exclusive season of patience
A crown of peace with measures of muted resonance
My emotion and behaviour  jangle with excitement
Gaining speed and velocity as our developing love fertilises everything we do
If any part of me was withheld or absent it was without cognisance or most importantly intent
I was always here totally,  loving you with an undivided heart
Building our future and having the truest most delightful life
Such destiny within two earthly beings, such kismet
But no..earth is not  from where we sprung
No logic or contract by human standards but from cosmos and celestial forces
Stardust, moonbeams, sunlight and energy

Our future is viridian, cobalt, alizarin, ultramarine, carmine...
Colours drawn from a bow of happiness with arrows of true love
Thudding into our hearts every single moment
Rainbows of kindly sparkly crystals reflecting each tiny emotion
Willow tree flexibility, cool streams of pure clear water whisper in our ears
Look to your soul and to the memories of our short time together
Begin to believe that life is so very good ,so treasured like us
Darling Jan my complete lover
The wife I’ve always had, true soul provider, custodian of my heart
Clearer in the transformation from Jan and Max to a ‘whole’ inseparable
By anyone or anything for all time and eternity..
Even better knowing that as always
Now even more.....I’m all yours

Happily self occupied, absorbed in my day now
I ponder the innocence of what I’m about,
Abstractions aside, there’s a sinister dysfunction
In gliding with Mozart and yearning to shout.
To whisper with wisdom in humourless spirit
Enables cognisance that all is not well,
To float with the Angels and dine with the Devil
Moots broaching with whales in a torment of Hell.

Oils on a canvass in broad strokes of muted
Cacophony’s clamour in tympani’s roar,
The contradiction of peaceful demeanour
When pulses ignite in a rage on the floor.

Then......
With impetus found in a midnight sonata
The calm of a full moon’s light on the face
Reason returns in a soothing dissention
Of kindness’s kiss and the luck of good grace.

This man can engender the passions required
To smooth the waters and calm the tides,
Intelligent catalyst found in a teardrop
Wherein lies the nourishment loving provides.
This man can engender the salve and solution,
Can rectify tormenting wrong in the soul,
With warmth in humanity’s lyrical laughter
In quenching the blaze of black anger's role.*

Marshalg
15 May 2014

I sensed your edginess
Clasped in my mind
Drawn with precision
Projection of tides forming
Then rising, falling in sequence
Followed by exhaustive exertions
A strain to calm the storms
All I have sensed in you..........

On the mountains of the unconditional fondness and tenderness, a flag is raised. The brightness of the skies is a continuum.In firm foundations, not withering, but thriving and yielding to the optimum. The connection was like the flickered light Einstein cocooned in. A stream from a dimension another. The  interconnection by the mind, the crown. Merging the locus of focus in consciousness and unconsciousness. A gateway that was beyond comprehension.

My antenna attuned and sequenced in synchronicity. A flow of perceptions vivid and broadcast with clarity. A feel of the web of the universe itself, the oneness of one to one to another. An augury unfolds  and foreseen precedents. The wavering, as you stagger from the solvents that imbue. Your trips suited with restraints of the thought and mind. A floodgate of inconclusiveness.

Why the sudden weigh?  You tremble in fear, wobbling with shilly-shally. Should I........ should I not? My turf lined up in cognisance. What happened to the cardinal we created? The winterly red bloom of explosive and attentive grenades. A silence of the dark permeates. Miles and miles of a mirage of gloomy inwardness.You wax and wane in surveillance. Just like the moon, you revolve in cycles.

Yet, I felt unconditioned and ecstatic. The aliveness in the nothingness. A light in the blackhole. For "romanticism" itself does not exist. It's a notion of owning, inquisition and imprisonment of another being..... never alluring. For you would know my stance of , "structure verses agency". An achievable liberation of autonomy and freedom. Whisper in my dreams as we uncover unseen dimensions.

Do become the presence of my walks. As I reflect alone be audible in the vibration of the air we breath. Trigger a magnetic feel of existence itself.Time and space is an illusion, one that does not exist. A trick of the light that acquiesces you comply. It hoovers with a whisper that 'you are getting older'...... 'you need to do this and that'. If you escape such hallucinations you can regurgitating on more responsibilities and succeed.

All puzzles in the human suffering have already been solved. Why can't you see them? Echoing your name, tapping your shoulder blade as if recognizable. One should never feel as if life is weary. There is always a need to want more, amass and make ones print. Or even depart. But being weary? Any being is able to chew as much, with pride and confidence. An interlude of imbalance will always be an interlude of imbalance.Through the century and ages this never changes. There is nothing to balance, you just need to search it deeper in yourself. Yourself is correcting. .

Irrationality often knocks my door. It seduces me, with sweet sensual word. Cajoling me to embrace normality. If only you knew what I know. A fading magical fantasy is not a fixated ideology. You are my inescapable tie and link.

Reach for your depths,
SassyJ

It's when the lights fall low,
Fall behind the mirk.
Myriad shades arise,
In the darkness of the night they lurk.

The shades your mind behold,
Your eyes, lips and heart.
In the stillness of the night,
Their blended conspiracies part.

None fail to confess,
The secrets they possess.
The secrets all men crave for,
The night, on your door it pour.

Love and it's essence,
The renaissance cognisance.
A sensation, a concealed truth,
All lie before a sleuth.

Into the nothingness you stare.
A familiar tinge you share,
With all the shades of the night.
A serene, pleasing despair.

As you pave deeper,
It spread it's arms to greet.
All the secret shades of men,
It shares every deceit.

How familiar it seem to be,
Once you surrender to the night.
Bit by bit it drips till you submerge,
In the sea of endless smite.

For far too long you've heard,
The hustle of the daylight.
Least for once hear the unheard,
Hear the silence of the night.

Tight clenched fists clinging  around the cage bars,
Hollering in agony for an end, she looks at her scars.
Her jaws wide open, yet her voice is soundless,
Numbness spreads through her body as cognisance of her weakness,
A pang of emptiness runs from her toes to her fingers,
She colapses, but the terrifying feeling of failure lingers.
Laying on the floor she wonders, she questions the reasons,
Of why the **** can't she silence her demons.

tapping on the door
filtered into my dreams
deep into my core
where life's not all it seems

it called me down from heights
shouting from afar
held on to its rights
as uncouth, loud film-star

i scraped through layer'd consciousness
caught amongst the briars
where all of matters dissonant
lusts and strange desires
memories beyond cognisance
images, ideas,
assume most hostile stance
and lie as tripping-wires

till I tumbled into renaissance
as dream like match expired,
extricat'd from barb o' lance
disoriented, groggy, tired,
as roused from petit-mal,
as babe from birth-canal.
Stumbled across the floor,
There was no-one at my door
Now, stranded on seashore
i close my eyes once more

Once, all I wanted
was to show,
to all,the person
that I can grow.

What happens really,
I ne'er was told.
Little cognisance had I,
on perils of being old.

Having grown as
I always wanted,
The child in me
keeps me haunted.

All I want now
is to play.
Tossing away all that
causes dismay!

Happiness is expansion of myself. It tests whether I'm worthy of this life's most beautiful gift. Would I value it as though it's the voice of my total being? Would I waste it? Let me park h (happiness ) not only in my heart but more in the hearts of those I love. Like a flower-bud, we as a family shall nurture it together to make it blossom into the most lovely flower. As we have blessed it, it will bless us many times more.

Let us remember those who are living in sadness on whom the warmth of sunshine has not smiled. Let us hope that some day happiness would somehow come their way for they, like the rest of mankind, equally deserve such.
There could never be too much of h. It's as rare as the most precious diamond.

The h of others sharpens the edge of our own and bonds us together in our common humanity.  This brings out our compassion and magnanimity without which we would be left wanting. With this, h shall shine as a bright light in a dark and miserable world.

How sad it is that people should take their h for granted. It's as though a close acquaintance with h has made them complacent and negligent. Then when they wake up in a time of adversity, they would be in a state of stupor and realise what they have lost.

We can't hoard h. like a commodity. Even in our best moments, we should take cognisance how fragile it could be.
H even at its brightest moment is still a contingency. Unless we are aware of this all the time, we would be left vulnerable. We should hold it dear as long as it is part of us because of this uncertainty which is the root-cause of our vulnerability.

When this were to happen, we would be sheltered somewhat because we have acquired humility in the first place. Yes, we accept with humility what befalls us during our days of adversity only to be even more humble in our days of h.

When we are mature enough to understand and accept this duality of life, we would have come a long way in our quest for self-realisation.

( to continue)

Litany of livestock
Bolting for the trees
And you, my shallow fellow,
Now prostrate on your knees.
Constricted conversation,
Leaves a muteness in the air
But a cognisance of attraction
To the company and flair.
There's a quiet appreciation
Of the feather and the fur
But the fact you held your ****** tongue
Means it's a credit to you, Sir.
For the power of rank opinion
Holds more menace than a gun
And the less that's said, in hindsight,
Means in parting ways... it's fun.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ

Indoctrinated since birth
The do ' s and the don't's
Building character the aim
Ownership they can claim

Value systems in place
Personality grows in its own space
Meeting point between the two
Guilt starts taking a point of view

Ones own belief system
Builds itself unique and bloosom
In sync with god's kingdom
Another dichotomy added at random

Intrinsic nature the foundation
Inculcated persuasion added to the equation
Faith and Belief adding themselves as a function
The world functions on its own dictum


Layers of existence
Brought forward cognisance
Complicated as inheritance
Fuel to fire is the occurrence

Points waiting to be connected
Scale for that yet to be invented
Investigation the formula acquired
To realise that this journey is required

Unlearning the learning
Jettisoning the scrap
Lightening the mind
Fulfilling the heart

Seeking the essence
Seeking the journey
Seeking no destination
Points now connected

....but they didn't believe
life was chancy and contingent
lofty words they displayed
priding in being intelligent

'all would be well, worry not
life is a rosy garden'
cruel storms came to lash
soon enough after such words were spoken-

the realist does take cognisance
nothing is ever permanent
all things are in ceaseless flux
beyond the brightest minds' discernment-

vulerable and brittle is our human condition
our joys, our hopes, our dreams are all transient
there's healing only in our love and devotion
amidst the dreadfulness and fragility so apparent.

i don't see how there can't be
a simple Cartesian implosion
of
counter-intuitively
saying:
i exist before i even know
that i exist:
or at least comprehend it...

which is twice as true
as how
life: regardless of my sentiments
of flow:
the moon:
tides...
i think therefore i am
is a resolute of competence
and knowledge seeking:
surgeons have the modus operandi
of i think therefore i am:
such the proximity of failure:
disaster...  mistake...

eureka! did you find Europe
expanding as the funnel for peoples travels:
like the casual commute:
or did you find: i think...
it's hard to find i am in i think:
let alone i think in i think
in i in ?
or is that !
                i don't know:
it's like the second slaughter of a cow
when the steak is not done
medium rare but treated like
a Sunday Roast...

onomatopoeia: please! please!
enlighten me... ? = hmmph
and ! = ah / gee!

    i want my tongue back:
my tongue is not some morbid fetish
you have at the altar of his ****...
the serpent is my tongue:
i want it back:
you can keep the fruit that labor
with glee:
i want my tongue back:
you can have the serpent story
the apple the tree:
Y Y
  
∇       Δ

NABLUE DELTOUS...

         i'm sending the two H emissaries...
naHblue: delTHous:
one married the trininity: the mother Tau
and became F of if thigh:
the other:
intact: Cain: Esau...

        the vowel catcher and the laughter-generator...
hideous bunch...
so one became a priest:
a surd: a servant:
a silent alliance of letters written
but not said:

salad, plenty of that:
i still want my tongue back...
where does my voice
otherwise escape to?
rhetoric or cognisance...
       cognisanze...
         seance... eons... ae...
         cognisant.... cognizant!

jeez: what a burden triple eyes
getting to watch a boy get dribbled...
peanuts: candy... dental floss!
dental floss: peanuts: candy!

now i will brush my teeth and drink less
and feel brushing with authority:
but not yet off the mark
on being the daddy and dream team
soccer coach on Kauai...
as that isn't: claustrophobia from sexless
you want to play the dragon
but still dealing with two serpents...
one in the tongue and one
in the phallus...

    i was not aware of having any
reproductive know-about depository PO BOX...
my two serpents were always one:
confused by women
with such intellect that images
became black and white...
word... simply put...
           she confused his **** to his vocal
bass-box...
to my ****: to the *******...
to: the serpent is the tongue in
a dragon's mouth...
       i don't think i have a ****: i have a cockerel
morning y'all!
        i have a juicy ****...
i sometimes imitate
when jerking off the Jeckyl & Hyde
of a limp-dickery...

otherwise VOUS for a hard TH
or FOES for a soft TH...                 pH:
soft water: nutritional scrutiny:
an alkaline or an acidic diet...
bad teeth: probable suicide or just bad
nutrition? Mark Legget already knows.