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noah wide dee ya when,
where, why or how then
thine ark of in sight fullness, pen
(viz uber taurus), men
sans quirky physiological ken
focus a ford did afore hen
chosen poetic themed word den.

this tire less un escort head
eureka moment (regarding
figurative crash test
dummy awakening) drove home
this aye opening
****** tin, peculiar, pated preserve.

this contemplative bore
ring emotive, five and fifty four
year old cannot pinpoint bon jour
if thee essential addle brain lesser more

of mine heard from a thread
reputable broadcast, read
an article of con fey head
door ration online or elsewhere bred

such as storied pay
periodical. nor can i lay
vouchsafe these myopic gray
brown eyes bore awareness fey
via watching an expose.

though lack of identifying you
might think bistro, milieu, venue,
et cetera, one comment true
lee can be averred with certainty.

sometime within a small crick
number of years ago, a kick
a** super ***** crowned cow lick
a phenomenal humungous slick
cranium tried to play cheap trick.

subsequently, this beastie boy
experienced a numb skull syndrome.

while linkedin to this zone
seize **** sal lad frosted stone
er flakey state, this acute up pone
hirsute, oblate spheroid hone
betook chrome dome grown.

spongiform territory
noodle could now know
wing lee hone a vaster tract.

Even a poe Pud'n Head Wilson
like myself understand ably
venerated woke full perception!

ma mind took laser like focus,
which brought notice, viz
enlargement of sacred brain power,
and hence spurred the above title.

once me noggin came
to this hyper awareness frame
(some unknown small game
number of years gone by), name
ming deliberate scrutiny cherished tame
intelligent pod wither ya find me vain.

visual cognition alerted - holy cow
my curiosity how
circumference of ancillary now
anatomical accouterment pow
wore lee atop shoulders without doubt tow
er became larger since taking vow
visual stock (of said) most vital wow

constituent body part. aye aint
got any hard data (hmm... maybe
Cambridge Analytica might know
a tidbit or two) pertaining to this
indisputable cognizance, where

expanding cerebral gray matter
iz concerned. only via circumspection
(more so refined since the recent
forced quantum leap into muddled,
molly coddled, middle age),

this distinct heady revelation
vied to be capitalized, gratified,
and limned into some semblance
of cogency.
Writing this poetry, can
be a cathartic process;
it allows me to explore…
all that’s within me. By
doing so, I am able, to
uncover the inner finesse

that He has placed inside
me. Simultaneously, I am
clearly pushed outside of
my comfort level; between
sharing my work, finding
what’s in me and The Lamb’s

expectation… of my heart,
I find the experience of
writing extremely humbling
and satisfying. Hopefully,
my poetry’s quality will  
improve, as I voice Love…

from my human perspective.
Author notes
  
Inspired by:
Psa 2

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2018, All rights reserved.
ALIEN MOSTLY Apr 2018
Asleep.  
No
I try to sleep
With my hands close to me

Anti social, maybe?
Fear of intimacy, maybe?
No
Not really

I sleep with my hands close to me
The physical action
Of crawling inside myself
Crawling inside myself

As if I will be safe there
Within myself
Crawling inside myself
Within myself

If I could
I'd rip my chest open
And crawl
Further inside myself

As if I'd be safe there
As if my hands
Inside my chest
Could grab my heart

Slow it down
Inside myself
Or
Within myself

Would I find
my own hands there
Already
Inside myself

Forcing my heart
To beat this uncontrollable ryhthm
That makes me
Crawl

Inside myself
I can't seem to fix
What's broken
Within myself

Even if I could crawl inside myself
I know
I know
It won't get better

Fool myself into thinking it's better
For myself
Broken, inside
And out

It's not safe
Inside myself
I know within myself
I have to get out myself...
Roberto Apr 2018
Within

Raging deep beneath my skin
Beyond thoughts of hope and sin
Lives a current all His own
In my heart it has its home

Breathing deeply from my shattered core
He burns within and releases more
I inhale life from my healing heart
My skin and soul rift apart

In my pain I’ve wondered past
But now I see His way at last
Covered by wrongs hidden by blood
Poised to release its consuming flood

Deep within I feel His force
Raging within from my source
Dying to live He breaths complete
I no longer maintain and compete

To keep Him secret deep within
Beyond all secret’s caged begin
Now the time has come for life
The walls He pierces like a knife

Consumed is my heart and mind
Never will I seek to find
Again myself inside complete
Never again shall I repeat

This tortured path beyond my sin
Pushed beneath my soul within
Now He breaks free to fully live
Free at last my soul to give

No longer hidden behind the walls
Of sins and wrongs gripping halls
Free from all to live and die
No longer required death to cry

Instead I see and hear the life
No longer controlled by sin and strife
One step forward I now take
One future renewed I now make


All because deep within
Beyond all wrongs and damning sin
Raged a current from His will
No longer kept at bay and still.
Harshada Kavi Apr 2018
The little space
within my heart
is as vast as the universe
there lies an ocean of cosmic water
and into its unfathomed depths
I free dive.
Worship it
Whom?
Your body!
It deserves
Your attention!
The natural work of art
Which your soul
Endures forever this life
Should be serene
Just like a temple!
What d'you think?
Your body is your temple
Oh those curls hang down
Like those layered
Sculptures
Gazing down
Upon you
From the top
Of the temple!
Now your special
One lies within you
Isn't that needless to say
Without more doodlywoodlydoo!
BJFWords Mar 2018
I am the pip in your apple.
I am the cloud in your sky.
I am the air that you breathe in and out.
I am the tear in your eye.

I am the reason you're weeping.
I am the season you love.
I am your favourite colour.
I am the sun up above.

I am the coin in your treasure.
I am the prize in your win.
I am the drought in your river of doubt.
I am your heartbeat within.
Colm Mar 2018
If you are the dawn
Awake and alive
Then I am the moment of the day which breaks
And turns into the bitter night

My own masked by starlight
Your left alone crowned with a sparkling retina alive

It's to you that I turn
At the end of all things
When the day first began to realize its own light

We are young and alive
Ever ready to strive
Towards the hours invested within, without sight
Lots of truth embedded within this one. Be it not immediately visible.
Andie Mar 2018
within us lies something so resplendent that it appears
void, an endless nihility, from which your singularity is grown

We all know the trope of nothing becoming something, a crane lamenting to the orbs above, flowers opening with the fall.
You've seen the time lapses, you know the spin around us. Yet nothing could be farther from our reality. We weren't built to be nothing, we weren't built from nothing. Lachesis draws for us, but her luck is strong. There isn't reason to believe otherwise.

Enveloping our corporeal flesh, resolving away our dissolve, filling us up from the outside and pooling into the hollows of our eyelids, we forget to find wisdom in emptiness
Lost inside the flow of time, hands outstretched, fingers melting through our friends, our parents, our lovers, the human population revolves around revolutions, anchored in place by only the weakest force in the universe
Held down by the stuff that composes planets, moons, stars, all pointless to us

The only thing that matters lays at our feet, trod upon day and night, it lays in our chests, wrenched from our chests, lays at our feet, and is trampled.
I started this February 7th
And it was a gift for him
But now it can't be
Because it tastes wrong
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