Self-labeling issues
Long-lasting questions are still straining and pushing My Soul - my nightmarish evenings are being ruined! I must see the steps of my struggling days to come in vicious series; to my watchful eyes appear in immortal times, in times of a millennium, the immortal memories of strange people whom I already judge forever!
Although they have often joked and chased me away - my willful plans have driven me into thoughtful thoughts and wherever I am my selfish creativity will not let me down! Indeed! It is evolving and multiplying! "I would be anxiously waiting for secret telepathic signs with which my beating-beating heart could loyally address Someone as long as there was growing anxiety about others in my heart attack!"
My day is already hiding things: Behind the horror of the Question, the suicidal dis...
Saintship
A Saint,
walked on earth,
Centuries ago,
before entering the gate,
helping on ships,
it was so
Sailing treacherous,
rough waters,
reviving the sick,
Imprinted in the,
memory strip,
touching on land,
at the end of a trip
Now awake,
after seeing the full,
Saintship,
still performing duties,
full circle trip
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Decent Human ?
Were the words that were said to me as I was told to leave
Always on the run fuck this heart on my sleeve
...
this way and that...
I am completely aware that water is heavier than air
fish swim, birds fly... each in their special atmosphere
roads can turn in random ways
evening's light strolls slowly... ending days
cats nip on catnip and dogs bark and scratch
a much wiser person can be an unequal match
shoes fit best when they are the right size
every sea that dips will in short time rise
eloping with a sexy lady
some might look upon as being a bit shady
cows seem disinterested when giving milk
worms even more so... when spinning silk
lumberjacks don't trifle when in the woods
merchants are vexed when underpaid for their goods
coins that jingle in your pocket
are no match for the roaring rocket
you can be fooled when not paying attention
and jump at a chance at the slightest mention
gymnasts tumble and flip out with ease
some of your best people do whatever they plea...
pay attention...
life is a gambling, challenging place
it all gets done at your very own pace
you can glide and go quietly smooth
but there are pitfalls and so much to loose
stick it, turn it, make a jumble and mess
what may come out is much more... not less
talk tough, move easy with style and grace
people will know and respect your place
with passion and purpose things get in disarray
adversaries ready to proclaim touché
battles so fervent, plentiful and terse
around the next corner what is coming is worse
like the crystal skies that usher past a storm
all is made calm and will return to norm
stay focused on how to get it all done
because you'll always be doing it while on the run
à plus tard...
what purview do you have left for me
my words, limbs or what I see
you've debased and taken all and more
now am I to be mopped across the floor
once with tender and caring concern
like an eternal flame that would forever burn
doused now with trinkets one by one
all that was cherished now blatantly undone
this journey to nowhere was never known
our blindness so complete and never shown
all those efforts, dance, art and song
where crafted to make us permanent and strong
you said it your way, I mine
unholy they became in our faltering shrine
now a deep and distant haze
thankfully softens the sorrow in our days
man o’ live
a full closed hand thumbed and gripped
mankind's power uniquely equipped
casting buildings into the clouds
monumental gestures covered in shrouds
force wars to quell interim lust
make impervious machines unable to rust
forge landscapes that snarl the mind
heal the masses, undone... left behind
irrigate parched places, seed an endless reserve
patch brains, restore heartbeats and spark a nerve
watch plainly with those modern eyes
miracles and wonderment bereft of surprise
hook up, make links, connect and make small
all what has come, once so mighty and tall
the click and clack and smooth vibrato
sinewy synergies and pounding staccato
do it, done it, here and there, then and now
what stuff, what things... take a bow
cross your legs, unfurl your hearts, embrace the stars
for soon, it will all be coming to you from Mars
those weeds!!!
can we humans be more like weeds
grow abundantly... with little needs
sprout boldly from the smallest crack
reach skyward always... never looking back
thrive miraculously where well cared friends wither
yet flourish side by side with a hint to come hither
stand ruthlessly against mans' herbicides
or chopped to the root and cast aside
our petals and leaves we open wide to all
though not invited ours is... a grand sprawl
with fine frons and feathery wisps
our sturdyness does not engender idle quips
we bend and sway in the mightiest torrent
with roots so deep... some find us abhorrent
but all and all... in all of our landscapes
there is a just place for man, plants and apes
poets... know it...
there are in this place so many words
of wonder, regret, unbounded faith and hope
resilience and surrender... so much piety
and lust.... forgiveness and grace
they all fall perilously to their fields of purity
and offer the readers eye a ballet of sumptuous
journeying to all places remembered not
yet known... some simply discarded
ever sure we may get tripped up we
scale these walls these monuments of
other worlds and ways of navigation
in plain anticipation of revelation
or confirmation... how did I do that
would I do that, can I say that
how rich and clever or demonically
unnerving or so delicate an array of
consonants and vowels stringing
along our hearts our minds
our landscapes our escapes
our bodies... our homes our desires
park your dreams steady your
innards zip your pants
tidy your workplace... m...