"synergistic" poems
The spiritual Man leads
Through
Unity in diversity.
The natural Man leads
By consensus.
The one provides a
Fragile peace
Dependent on serving
Mutual interests
The other provides
Lasting peace
Dependent on serving
Each other selflessly.
The one depends on
Mutual teamwork
The other depends on
Synergistic teamwork.
Spiritual leadership
Is
Servant leadership.
You are the servant of
All.
All are important
For we are all made
In the same image.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC
(the tics will talk 'til twelve o'clock)
When we make time,
When we listen:
The theistic preach deistic talk;
The atheistic preach pragmatic talk;
The agnostic preach proleptic talk;
The heretic preach shismatic talk;
The mystic preach prophetic talk.
(the mesianic and satanic never stop)
When we have time;
Then we listen:
The optimistic teach hypnotic talk;
The pessimistic teach sarcastic talk;
The altruistic teach empathetic talk;
The idealistic teach synergistic talk;
The pacifistic teach semantic talk;
The body politic teach charismatic talk;
The technocratic teach robotic talk;
The romantic teach poetic talk;
The critic teach cathartic talk;
The moralistic teach dualistic talk;
The ascetic teach platonic talk.
(the artist would rather not talk)
When we find time,
Do we listen:
The lunatic speak quizzotic talk;
The neurotic speak pathetic talk;
The chauvanistic speak monistic talk;
The nihilistic speak ballistic talk;
The hedonist speak narcissistic talk;
The futuristic speak galactic talk.
(the minimalist hasn't the time to talk)
Just don't.
Look.
Some tic reset the clock.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
Words are
ripples in a pond,
though, they
linger
longer in perspective and
latch on;
a virus.
What
dwells inside a solitary
droplet that
does not
dwell inside a
downpour?
Your intentions vibrate
synergistic to
sound-waves.
Your words
poison,
pay attention: have
patience
Sometimes,
silence is
strong enough.
Learn your
lessons, move a
long,
don't shoot
the messenger along
the way.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 9:49 PM UTC
A symphony
of harmonious flighted creatures
that sing
at the rising of the sun.
Ever changing
are the finite spirit forms,
gracefully gliding
through the sky and beyond.
In start
of every new beginning.
Clouded hues
segue into one another
as dawn
approaches the morning sky.
Eyes peer
through half opened lids
waking slowly
with the powerful stretch of
rejuvenated muscles
to honor the presence of another day.
Flighted creatures
make home in the tall
green bushes.
Together they greet the rising world.
Waving branches
bid 'good morning' to the passerby's,
in hope
that the earthlings below
take notice
of their majestic beauty.
Green hairs
blanket the moist earth
and intermingle
with fallen teardrops from nearby
tall bushes.
Forms without spirit dissolve into
chocolate sand,
that is food for the non-traveling
ground dwellers,
so the bushes may shade, house, and feed.
Deep breaths
are heard as the atmosphere exhales
fresh air
into the lungs of all nearby earthlings.
Tiny monsters
make home in the green covered
chocolate sand.
They crawl with many feet
through jungle
that is, to us, sprouting green hair.
Sky dwellers
have many feet, and many wings.
No feathers,
but tiny, contorted, aerodynamic bodies.
Wind gliding,
to travel far across the land
fulfilling destinies.
Sky dwellers
are food for the flighted creatures.
A cycle;
a synergistic food chain for all life.
Blissful beauty
in its absolute finest.
Formless spirits
serve as infinite energy for the finite
earthly masterpiece.
A world of divine forms,
living harmoniously
under the glee of the rising sun.
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 4:26 PM UTC
After a great deal of climbing
I reached the top
and paused to admire things from
that new place. The sky was
a trio of hues (halcyon dragging to
teal fading to slate) and the sun was
a great big bright thing
(inflamed, illuminated).
Inch by inch, I lifted my arms,
as if to embrace the gusts of wind
licking at my skin.
I tilted my face toward
the volcanic dazzle and
stood there a while, imbued with
ponderous joy. The longer I
remained, the more sure of
everything I became,
of the steady drumbeat of energy
pulsing in the dirt,
of the synergistic tangle of
death and life.
My scalp began to tingle with a
giddy, glowing sensation:
a breathless sort of reverence
I had never known.
Oh, what a life,
I thought
and took off down that hill with
arms out like airplane wings,
not caring what the neighbors
might think
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
sometimes it *****
what life turns out to be
he was the perfect him
i was the perfect me
those hushed moments
in the world we found
no goodbyes were needed around
awoke with the ****** of the pelvis
sleeping the same
synergistic in this plague
what vanity we famed
s.q.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
It is The Way
Of All Ways
That could ever be
For all eternity.
They will believe
The story Of the Mind,
For it is the only place
Where we look back
Trying to discern
What is real anymore,
What can be believed?
Internal reflection
Suddenly becomes
A mirror reflection,
Looking back at us
From This 3D
Bizarre world.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 11:10 PM UTC
The energy given.
Depleted and mistreated.
As though my timelines have no relevancy to those around me.
Drained without replenishment, no water for my roots.
Only synthesizing the air for you to breathe a higher quality of self involvement.
I'm seeking a synergistic bond where helping hands spread beyond two.
I'm fighting my way through the balance.
Where positivity is borderline naive.
Where I can believe before seeing.
Where the truth in me lifts the truth in you and we exchange oxygen freely without needing to speak of need.
To meet along lines of being human and the same, without the hierarchy of names.
To meet from which we came.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 4:40 AM UTC
FALL
is
My
SPRING
It calls my heart
To a synergistic ring
A burst of energy
Comes forth within me
Motivating me to do
What some may label
Spring clean
In the fall
Best season of
The year of all
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
The Crystalline Castles in front of my eyes warp my true perspective,
The Management, those Animals, can't manage this Collective.
They say I'm stupid, say I'm Daft, but I am just a Punk,
The Red Hot Peppers burn my ears with all that crimson funk.
My Fires hot, my Arcades not, but I still think it's dead
I listen to the Radio, don't listen to my Head
Ubiquitously, you picture me in my Synergistic glory.
I had a Stroke from too much coke, but that's another story.
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 6:31 AM UTC
The synergistic symbiote
Whom dwells deep upon my breast
Hides secrets within the locked chest.
Tethered heart strings play a familiar note.
Tightly wound, eroding away
Confusion gives rise, memories wash over
Dr Jekyll, Mr. Hyde struggling to be sober
Detoxing lies I told myself were okay.
Beg for the truth before you leave
The lump in my throat budges, failing
In my head is one story, railing
Away to free, a goal I won't achieve.
Two kindred spirits struggle, power
The true motivator, the opressor killing
Dreams to express brokeness chilling
My spine as we debate and you turn sour.
Friends one moment, devils the here after
Souls once melded, fight for control
Where I am me, you look to patrol
Finding my weakness, self claimed master.
Words won't find a wandering ear
To which could understand, pain
Like this, losing all with nothing to gain
Supress these fears, in silence dear.
We write the words, we won't speak
Nightmares live through day dreams
Stalking the foolish, insane screams
Suffer this shell, shed yourself of the weak.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
*synergism [ˈsɪnəˌdʒɪzəm sɪˈnɜː-]
n
1. The working together of two or more drugs to produce an effect greater than the sum of their individual effects
2. Christian theol the doctrine or belief that the human will cooperates with the Holy Spirit and with divine grace, esp in the act of conversion or regeneration*
I sent a handful of capsules down my throat with the sting of alcohol.
The pills were meant to **** the pain whose source was long forgotten,
but one at a time just didn't work for me.
They needed something else.
So I indulged in an addict's fantasy.
The Doctors told me it was dangerous.
The warnings on the bottle did just the same.
I did it anyways.
"Don't drive your car, don't take them on an empty stomach. The side effects are poor."
but he didn't tell me who I'd see.
I closed my eyes and the numbness hit me.
And when I opened my eyes I could have sworn I was flying.
The ceiling above me breathed and exhaled.
It was then when I saw him.
I came face to face with whom I've come to know as God.
He was not what I expected.
This figure was not the almighty man that legend has made him out to be.
The folklore passed on for generations was wrong.
My Mother was a God-fearing woman,
and at this moment I understood why.
His hair was sparse and his skin was ghostly white.
The frailty of his body made my stomach tie in knots as I examined him.
Maybe it was the pills and the alcohol breaking each other down.
His eyes were milky blue and could not see me.
His mouth moved just as mine.
"Help me."
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
These words are not an escape
my mixtape is pure brilliance
my mind cut loose, boundless
and I found this when I found bliss
on a blank page which I rained on
My tank full, I couldn’t miss
I shot ideas into the dark
Where they lit a spark
which ignited and reunited me with my desires
blazing fires in my brain
an outlet for joy and pain
and everything in between
I empty myself clean
in emptiness I exist
peaceful, effortless
nevertheless my eloquence is undeniable
It’s not arrogance or impotence
Resentment or indifference
Its creation manifest
Destiny yet to be established
Creative electricity
Neuronal elasticity
Synergistic synchronicity
Using every wrinkle and groove
To prove that your mind can move fast enough to keep up with this linguistic clusterfuck that my mind makes up when it runs amok
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
I wish, just for moment, that I could show you how you look to me. How even your simplest of creations are a constant inspiration. Not because they give me ideas or contribute in a synergistic manner with my own works. It’s because your pieces of literary and artistic genius give me hope that one day my own pieces will no longer be this muddled, contorted maelstrom of chaos and damnable poetry. They give me happiness when I sorely lack even a shred of joy. They enable me to bravely face the demons of my work, in hopes of quelling their ceaseless screams, or destroying them all together. In the end, your positivity helps me face the monsters that I have created to remind myself that this world will continue to beat me down, and that with the unknowing support of all of you, I can continue to fight.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
she gives me
just enough,
to keep coming back.
only about
the right amount,
to tell myself
she's real.
real as tornadoes.
real as eyes
on potatoes.
real as
two souls
intermingling
chaotic cosmic chemicals.
synergistic bonding elements.
but how do you transmit energy
over long distance?
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
numerically life makes sense
sequences trace the path
of least resistance, where solutions
are least tense.
numerically I can see the patterns,
they guide our breaths. I try to rest.
it gets intense. gut tense. tight. breathing helps.
the obvious release.
synch
complete. energy replete only to rise again.
charging with my twin, seeing him. that grin.
charging for the days ahead, the weak bodies
need cures.
synchronicity leads us to Her, she has
it all.
leaving nothing behind, until it too falls.
and as the season changes, and the year
cycles again,
firmament expanding within, vision then begins to cloud
and dampen. the synergistic flow within strengthens.
visions provide the options.
the energy flow slows, perception now
mandatory. the days grow darker
rebirth on the other side of winter.
I await anxiously, patiently,
recharging….
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 4:19 AM UTC
The Immortal Melting Man no.4
I visited my lovers grave today
Its been several lifetimes since ive seen her
A woman, among so many other humans, who inspired me to love
Her exuberance for life made me love her
And even next to her grave, weather worn and faded with time, the same sort
Of vibrancy, emanated from the gargoyle i had built to watch over her rest
I was not in love with this woman
The sacrifice involved with being in love is so wasteful
I loved this woman
The mere fact she was alive, her mannerisms, her physical presence
She made want to love life and find joy in everything in it
As easily as waking up, i loved her
As effortless as winking, i loved her
For a time, my never ending life was synergistic with another, however temporary
But it has been so very very long
Time has robbed me of many things
The color of her eyes, the sound of her voice, the smell of her skin, the warmth of her touch
Her name...
The grave i made for her, is surrounded by so much beauty
Its a place that should inspire me and my memory, or what little remains of it
Among so many of the dead, i return to this spot once a year and stare at the patch of earth that holds my love
And i remember nothing more than the fact that i loved her
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
Bravery and fear,
Rolling laughter and flowing tears,
Are the two opposites, yet so synergistic,
The barriers that hold our foundation, even a ***** in it can be cataclysmic
An outside stimuli, that shattered me within,
That sent me hurtling, into an unstoppable tail spin,
As I lay in a pool of my own negativity, that’s when I heard it call,
My inner voice, that did not let make me take the fall
A spark of motivation, a bright, glistening Ray of hope,
That thawed me from the ice I was frozen in, and let me stand wide and tall, as I walked unscathed from the fiery smoke,
Nothing is impossible,
No one is improbable,
Except my inner voice
So rejoice,
And let your mind and your soul channel out all the noise,
Of judgement and hatred,
The holy cleansing, the pathway to be pure and sacred,
The best and truest version of myself,
So I can walk through the valley that is unknown,
And not be a lifeless bottle on a shelf,
Let the world bring me down, break my will and my every bone,
But leave no stone, unturned,
My inner voice, burn baby burn.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC