"mindfully" poems
The times here, mind clear
removed fear, mind fully-aware
they can’t calculate my circumference
they try-angle-hate to encompass
i’m too persistent
consistently consistent
my philosophy brilliant
they’re mindfully malignant
plots thicken and spots pigment
perfect gentlemen, acting indecent
handed them knowledge, didn't keep it
then peep game, telling secrets
I’m sure they’re getting seasick
its been written, still going off the top
the deep-end, the stuck on the plot
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
You are a leader ship
how I know this?
cause I'm a leader ship too
I can see the sinuous fibre of your very being
take a look
I bet you can see it too
we are borne of the earth and the stars
borne in the wind
there are four cardinal directions, N E S W, do not forget about the intermediary
be an intermediary ~ who wants to be a cardinal?
we need our leader ships following their own true north
2D - 3D -- 4D --- 5D ---------------------------- >
following the wormholes ... the aether
following certain signs and symbols
trust in divine feminine ... .. . .. ... masculine divine in trust
trust in masculine divine ... .. . .. ... divine feminine in trust
" 'It's all this!' He wrapped his finger in his fist; the car hugged the line straight and true." ~ Kerouac
Ship builders choose their timber mindfully
Be mindful with your archetypes, Noah!
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
I try to sing this melody
Of my own fidelity
But I lack this morality
That tells me the reality
Of a life in harmony
With spirits heavenly
I am my own entity
And when I show this identity
It has no truth to humanity
So I speak in brevity
To hide the perplexity
That only few conceptually
Embrace with full integrity
To soar in the clouds joyfully
Like the eagles in serenity
And the gods of heredity
We are the truthful society
Yet know one knows it verily
I will continue transcendently
Like the lotus in her artistry
I will paint mindfully
The visage of prosperity
In all its beauty
So vividly
Until I rest solemnly
In my garden above the galaxy
Where all who truthfully
Flew with divinity
In utter tranquility
While this world unfaithfully
Decayed presently
In the lies of commonality
In this globe of duality
Don’t sing this parody
Avoid the practicality
Your song is skillfully
Hiding from the animosity
You will have your symphony
In a sky of pure unity
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
Reach into the nothingness
Like a warm breath slipping into the cold night
Hands outward, eyes open, upwards towards the sky
Embrace the silent subtle voice
Which hides behind the daily routines
But is no less mindfully alive
Cast images onto the fog itself
Until you've seen the many dreams which you've procured for yourself
In this cloudy life
Breathe with the forgetfulness of evey waking step
As you amble through these miles set
With jawline firm and eyeline slight
Smile at the passing sight of another universe in tow
Which ambles by and out of view
As your inward story comes alive
And live not in line with every Crow on any high wire
But fly as if there were no tomorrow in your quiet sigh
Upwards and towards the sky
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Marvelously Mentored
In mind
I guide my wheelchair
forward through the valley of death
and fear rises as if lachrymal dew
But I take heart knowing
there is a private way,
a fusion of mind=body,
my tao
Out of this valley
the way is paved
with slippery tempting templates,
Sirens songs,
a lyrical playlist cunningly self collected,
but I remain mindfully resolute
caped in electric blanket and birthday suit
my 3D hero is me, Marvelously mentored,
sans copyright.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
life is unpredictable in its fickle nature,
moments can transform into a lifetime of shared splendor or somber recollection,
healing isn’t linear nor is life’s trajectory as we tread this path scattered with trials and tribulations,
time challenges our wit and forces our hand at resilience as we build ourselves countlessly to brace the changes that come our way,
that is the beauty of existing— understanding the significance of loss and relishing the triumph of union,
savoring the essence within us and radiating faith amid our silent prayers,
healing isn’t linear, nor is life’s trajectory as we are riddled with fates that at times make us question our purpose in retrospect to the everyday,
this breath is but a gift of chance for us to continue walking mindfully with the beauty that surrounds us,
you are but a flower in the garden of tomorrow; blossom endlessly.
Dec 1, 2023
Dec 1, 2023 at 10:38 PM UTC
'Tis
A roadmap
Each word, neigh each letter
Mindfully
Placed
And carefully tended
Cause this is how
Wild things grow
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC
Perhaps by then, should you find us Insane
Which you consider Loony in your Bin
For you, Shy Heart, Compassion do you Feign
And Ignore these Squares they have Worked so since
Mindfully, Tears do their Hands become
And strained the Sweat asking for your Favour
At least, bend your Fast-Numbered Face for once
And see on your own you Missed to Savour
Now Common, yet Elegant in their Theme
Reminding you what really does Matter
Faces! Faces! And Messages post-seam
Holidays bid Cheer; Wee bit of Flatter.
Their Spirits engraved; At their Time's Expense
To sort your Clouds out; And make full of Sense.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 3:04 AM UTC
I'm weird I'm weird and I get it
Living on a narrow road not to be timid without the tips on my own route without giving a ****
I'm weird I'm weird and I get mindfully free of flaws not to be timid, been being so caring trying not to be livid, but my minds been opened to the chaos we try not to see but we live with all the fullery and fuckery they giveth
I'm weird I'm weird and I get it
But who are you to tell me to get with it being of the being living where they kick it wanting of the norm your part of what makes me livid an where l get timid tangled in web with the no hope to ditch it
D.J. Turner
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
While existing behind the bars of hate, fright, and constraint,
living mindfully amidst the chaos.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
the drunken dancer
mingling between selves
a cocktail party for her pieces
her hips-
rhythm
her mind-
beats.
a bit of elixir
to smooth out the kinks
to rust through the chains
to flood through the pristine valleys
detached and forever
in(dependent) on the music
on her self
on her longing
for growth
only stars are supposed to explode like this.
not for the others
though they stare
impressively shocked
mindfully drooling
overwhelmed by her unknown
disconnecting disintegration.
she is a movement
she is a self
she is unwinding
her taste for freedom
hemorrhaging out
covering her
covering the night
in gold.
you have to know this feeling
for Dionysus himself watches and laughs.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
We're all un-informed about something
We can't know everything
But when your ignorance impacts others
Un-knowledged and un-aware
It is not the same as un-mindfully aware
Inflicting your imbecilic infections
Upon others I cannot abide in
We need more un-derstanding
To be un-bigoted
We need to stand together
In this un-certain world
To do anything less would be un-reasonable
Un-do your ignorance
Un-screw your head from your ***
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
Stress ticks over inside of me, as if mechanically part of me!
And these shacking hands be that of a chronometer!
How many times have i heard,
“It will all be ok!”
I think much kinder words have been spoken!
As if they hold no part of this drastic itinerary!
Then!
Mindfully i say!
COPE!
BREATHE
Smell take it all in!
Its not all decay!
There are roses too!
Listen
Oh, hear the beautifull song as the sparrow gayly chirps, his thanks to life!
Sight!
Open my eyes!
Drink in all its beauty!
Touch!
Feel the world with all my senses!
As air rushes over me!
Its all alive!
And I’m part of this great creation!
Im alive!
Oh
Thank you Jesus!
©️
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
A
Not No Logos, Klein.
What about anti-logo
Using the figure as the foci
But leaving the message in the medium
Both in the back and foreground
Then we yell fore and the foreground becomes the background
2
Always remembering hierarchy but always forgetting Plutarch
Is this is a disambiguation?
Did I confuse Parallel Lives with Plutarchy?
3
So we grid it out.
GOTO Vitruvio ...
4
Trying hard to balance can create imbalance this we rationalize through irrationality.
3.14159265359 ...
5
Symmetry ... .. . ~ . .. ... assymetrY
Stressing the *** in asymmetry
And what about the meeting of Apollo and Dionysus and the Apollonian/Dionysian duality?
6
Rhythm:
3:3 ; 4:4 ; 7:4 ; salt peanuts . .. ... windtalkers
7
White space is an access point for flow, Tao, source .... this is where my batteries recharge
8
Every element is mindfully placed; an element of gestalt ism "shape form", is this analogous to timespace?
Is the whole other than the sum of its parts? GOTO Miller-Urey II nested inside Babylon Falling
Both are self organizing, none the less. Such wholesome folk we are.
9
The patterns found in isolation parallel both linear and crossing elements and the instructions always coming from a double helix. GOTO The Dance of the Double Helix
... and always adding depth and motion ... kinematic to the statics. GOTO Introducing Happiness
10
Type faces are interfaces so be consistent ... you Paranoid Android!
J
Always K.I.S.S.ing
Q
And in motion means modularity is a must
K
Peaks and valleys can be better understood at the Red Onion or maybe just by peeling back the layers (of life)
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
Putting pen to paper
slowly
serenades my nerves
and carefully
caresses my insecurities
to make me mindfully
and mindlessly
fall
for
every dent
the words put
in my chapter
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 9:17 AM UTC
i would like
to keep bees
or at least
i like the idea
of keeping bees
to be honest
i know nothing
next to nothing
about all that
it entails
but it seems like
it would be cathartic
although their frenzies
may be calmed
by the smoke
movements must remain
slow and gentle
such fragility
must be tended to
carefully
mindfully
almost lovingly
i think i like
the idea of the peace
to be found in
those moments
there is a
shade-dappled spot
at the bottom
of the garden
that would be
the perfect place
for them
where the humming
of the hive
would accompany
the swaying of
the tree's
their gentle whispering
and the quietude
that would settle
beyond
Feb 21, 2023
Feb 21, 2023 at 6:39 AM UTC
Marooned in the shadows of distraction,
I thought I had progressed.
Living side by side with you,
Mindfully memorizing that there will forever,
Be a daily dawn with you somewhere.
Shattered expectations leave me unfulfilled.
After all, I must live inside of you
for my everlasting and beloved fire to be stilled.
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 5:35 PM UTC
*occurring slowly, imperceptibly
efficacy being subtly reduced
no longer radiating as it once had
decaying in all that matters
life awaiting reconception
metamorphosis to wholeness
but transition is rarely painless
its passage dark and damp
anxious waking in predawn gloom
curled within the womb of familiar
under a fraying comforter of security
worn even too thin for reality veiling
cutting the cord to the past is crucial
mindfully maintaining nurturing ties
a healthy present breathes its own air
into a future released from half-life*
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
In fields where roses fade as finite flowers should
He watches from his mountain; mindfully morose.
Full of sound and fury; sad and surley.
As if made of wood.
He moveth not as a man might move
rather he gather a stretch of wind
and with it work a while, that he may prove.
He is free and clear, he has not sinned.
Yet lost to in trepidation
and filled for five years or more
he is. The child of every nation,
being but a borrower among the poor.
Carry no comforts nor glee
while whistling workers are whimpering;
their pain, an ease to see.
The game is paved with suffering
and always played so thoughtlessly.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
Her arms drape over
Leaving her shadow behind
Unseen
Branches brush my thighs
Dance along my bare skin
While early morning
Incandescent sunrays
Rest on my cheeks
Standing at her roots
She brings me to my knees
Grounded heavy
In gratitude
as she shows us
So gracefully
Quietly
Mindfully
How to breathe
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
goodmorning naked body. taut watery skin smudged against my face.
you smell like trees salted and soaked in winter.
(pitch black limbs curving across the pale sky, dripping
sweet ale into patterns on the snow, which children bundled in plastic
and cotton packed into stone, will seek out and decipher.
while old women, knee deep in furs watch mindfully from behind their ancient glass.
language of the forest gods, they will mutter, breath fogging windows and swallowing their old wiry mouths, before turning into the muddy darkness of their homes and disappearing forever)
strands of sunlight dressed up in frost, tumble drunk into the room and drape over your shoulders. i leave a trail of fingerprints across your collar bone.
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:22 AM UTC
Where, oh Heart, is the answer?
In man’s olive iris that pines
capsule of soulish vines stretching
by the water in that memory…
First pink touch: the long name,
Which you say is so
easy on the eye
In catching dim fair soft lights
blown in gloom’s silver odds
between two old pages or
News soaked in a gray ink drop bath:
The blending of war broken out on earth’s cheek
With the gossiping red margins and
Something eerie on the last page…
I step on it, walking straight.
In still mindfully begging
Oval windows on the church ramparts:
Is it in the epoch
Womanhood?
In the sore ****** in the sore slits
Dribbling pollen of wounds of
Nickings, gyps, slights, losses
Is it in a stasis
Forested with chocolate and sisters
Purpled bedtime music boxes
Dreaming or in the moment I
Stir my bland corners with song
Not in victories banners cheering
Hunched labor in running
Something we get when winning
Is it in a process
That wrinkles like skin, then spots
Or hangs over the path
A great moss and changing
the wintery company of foliage and twig to
fire and blossom,
in the birth of death and growing?
is it in kissing or eating before praying
like guilt yellow as bruised pear hips
that melt to brown in your fingers
Should I see or hear or feel it
in the man himself, meat of his fine muscles,
his heart's voice, the buried hunger pang,
it speaks
or in his prayer's slow sadness,
black as the tomb's passage and
can you answer?
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
Interwoven in the grand matrix of our existence,
is the paradox of Divine Intervention and Free Will.
With the ability to choose,
We create the bitter and the sweet,
interpretations vast, affecting the collective.
Within this web, a strand of familiarity,
alongside an ocean of great mystery.
We remember our family, distinct
by memory, visions, and scent.
We choose to connect,
unraveling the secrets that dance
gracefully just below our noses.
Answers always available,
questions seldom posed.
Opening the door,
a door to another door,
with no walls to support it.
Endless doorways to
an infinite space, needing
not to be “opened” in the first place.
We can always be open,
mindfully.
Authentically visualize a
boundless sea of Everything all at once,
and a thoughtful creation of entryways.
Based on how we choose,
our experiences become molded
and ripple into the choices beside us,
echoing from our brothers and sisters.
The vibration of our Will,
swimming, radiating
through the cosmos,
relocating land we hardly recognize,
but knew all along.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC