Mystic POET

EVOLUTION a poem? Sunday 09/23/2018

I had a dream – & the importance

Of the process of evolution had

Become miniscule –

Since it was happening so quickly –

The changes so rapid &

Radical – I (?) saw, especially,

Those spending Time outside – out-of-doors

To “develop” so quickly –

Hearts & minds – expanding

Exploding Into ONEness –

No need to meet corporeally –

For we are – all –

One – and then none.

And then (?) – fin. ❤

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“TRY TO GET ALONG WITH EVERYTHING – THE IMPORTANT THING IS TRYING!”

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a poem a.k.a.: “Apologies to Jeff And Everyone!” Sept. 23, 2018- Sunday

Some folks will not like you – you’ll-never-ever-really-know-why,

But REMEMBER-to-try-to-live-at-peace – with all men; you-at-least-can-TRY!

But, my guess is that probably – Your despisers have good cause,

To hold you in contempt – For you’ve-broken-one-of-their-laws!

MAYBE it’s your attitude – the way you talk or smell –

Or, maybe, you take advantage – of-something-they-hold-so-well,

As sacred-or necessary – that they think everyone should do –

And, if you do not do it, It-can make them awfully blue,

Or it could be just-the-way-you-look – or! (pause) your tone of voice:

WHATEVER THEY DON’T LIKE IN YOU,

Well, that’s their rightful choice!

So, LET THEM HATE YOU AS THEY WILL, and-treat-them-with-as-much-respect,

As-you-can-generate – and try-not-to-be-sad, and NEVER-DO-WHAT-THEY-EXPECT,

To try to gain their favor, their approval or their smile,

Just be yourself – try-to-do-your-best – MAINTAIN YOUR SPECIAL STYLE,

For there’re many aspects of-human beings – and so much room for strife;

Perhaps THAT saying should-be-well-received: “Variety’s-The-Spice-Of-Life!” 🙂

fin. ❤

Post-note-poem:

The man you despise, ‘Cause he’s so full of lies, MAY BE DOING-YOU-AN-AWFULLY-BIG-FAVOR;

IF you spot a “Smug JOE,” perhaps you should go, AND SIGN YOU A SPECIALIZED WAIVER,

Where you give up all rights, given (your) “blurry sights,” THINKING-(THAT)-YOU-MAKE-JUDGMENTS-(a)-RIGHT!

For, when-you-spot-a-defect (May I PLEASE interject:) WHAT-YOU-SEE! ‘TIS-IN-THEE? SHINE YOUR LIGHT!!

🙂 – “Brilliant could just mean (a little) more evolved! AND – we’re all going THERE anyway, SO – drop the superior attitude!!“ The Mystic Poet. 🙂

My lovely Krazy K, a-floating in the ether!?

“HEAVEN’S IN MY HEART OF HEARTS!” a poem Sunday: Sept. 16, 2018 {painting: “{He}artform Yen,” acrylic & charcoal}

We love to talk of Heaven, descriptions & assumptions,*

Such poor ideas (after-millenia!) – our thoughts? are merely “bump(k)-tions!”

My lovely Krazy K, a-floating in the ether!?

What’s left of her? Right here-HER BODY! & we, of course, have “wreathed” her,

And NOW, we speculate:

“Her soul – has gone UP THERE!”

Our-descriptions are preposterous! I miss here smile and hair;

I miss her laugh and touch – I miss her smell, so sweet –

But, she will never leave me – for every day I greet,

My angel in my Heart of Hearts; it’s Heaven there for us.

Our memories! Our perfect love – Our-Heaven?=

TOGETHERNESS!

fin. ❤

* – Divine – and other!!

EDITOR DAZZLED
True story written by an unknown Author

True story written by an unknown Author

Jiddu Krishnamurti, born in India,

❤ 🙂

Jiddu Krishnamurti, born in India, was taken, as a young boy, and “groomed” to become a savior for The World by a group called The Theosophical Society, formed in America and later “transplanted” to India. Jiddu allowed himself to be “trained” for some years, before, after moving to America, he told the group leaders they were a a bunch of lunatics! He became a noted philosopher, giving talks around the world until he passed away several decades ago. It was fairly well-known in the so-called “spiritual circles” that he and another Indian man known as U. G. Krishnamurti [they were both VERY interesting philosophers] would sit around and argue . . . on and on! The other Krishnamurti seemed to suggest that everyone was pretty useless, as they did pretty useless things, over and over – until they died! U. G. Krishnamurti, like THIS one, had oodles of followers and admirers. And here I sit, a useless ( 🙂
) philosopher, writing silly poems, in love with an Australian woman, with no followers, to speak of, except an older, feral cat, who comes to worship at my door, mainly because he wants to “nab” errant birds that might arrive to eat the bird food I put out in the yard. THE CAT (a poem) The feral cat has come again – to-explain-THE FATE OF MAN! / The crafty, hungry Kitty – has got an awful plan! / To sit and wait for birdies, which-may-stray within the yard, / And-when they come to sup and play, IF-they-just-let-down their guard! / Even for a moment – Well! (pause) Then! The deed is done! / Kitty nabs the pretty bird – and plays! Has so much fun, / At-the-bird’s-expense, of course – and-although-we-PLAY-at-meals, / The-feral-kitty has LIVE ACTION – with LIVE FOOD which he steals! / From the storehouse, so provided – in some natural course (?) / Now, KItty Cat suggests a lot, like: “It’s similar with YOUR source!! / The-God-you-suppose – that ‘makes’ you, is also playing with YOU, / And waiting for – a moment – when (S)he will POUNCE you too, / And play around, ’til dinner time! Can-you-feel-his (her)-lethal-claw? / Swatting-your-little-ness-around – waiting for TO GNAW, / On your succulent body, with a little sauce, / God will dine right nicely – ‘Cause God thinks (S)he’s the BOSS!” / Well, just the other day, when-Kitty-Caught-another-one / I sat down for a moment – and told the cat, “My Hon: / What God don’t know, is, when I go, down! into Her (His) tummy, / I’m like THE ALIEN-I’ll-wait-around, but maybe I’m no dummy! / I’ll wait a while, just bide my time – I’ll wait ’til God’s asleep, / and THEN – I’ll burst forth! From God’s body – from God I’ll gently creep, / And disappear – into The Night, with d.n.a. I stole, / And I’ll be God, but only I – will take a different role! / I’ll take my Godly repertoire and fashion me a mate! / The prettiest thing you’ve ever seen! and make her really great – / fresh-smelling, kind and kinda goofy and we will have a ball, / And we will be “cat people,” and we will never maul, / poor birdies that have come to feed – we’ll stroke their tail feathers, / and plant nice things, like daffodils and apple trees and heathers, / And open up a garden: our pet menagerie – / Which we shall call: The No Fear Zoo, And animals can be – / Petted and protected, and they will all be happy, / And we will prowl and roam around – and always take good nappy!” / And Kitty said: “Preposterous! That is a horrid plan / For I am in to eating birdies and tor-a-menting man, / By eating lots of birdies – and stalking things at night – and having lots of ‘cat fights,’ and flaunting all my might!” / “Well, now, that’s fine,” I said to him; “your life style is secure! / But I think – there’re-alternatives (pause) which we should hold right dear! / For not all folks, they do agree, with your philosophy! / Of: MIGHT MAKES RIGHT and LOVE THE FIGHT and I AM GREAT, YES ME! / So – you take YOUR GOD, I’ll-be-mine, and-I’ll-leave-like-Forrest-Gump! / I’ll leave you here with THIS HERE WORLD, Oh, Kitty Donald Trump! 🙂 – fin

“PIANO MAN!”  a poem.  Sept. 13, 2018  a.k.a.: “When Should You Show Compassion To The Homeless?  Just Remember: THERE, BUT FOR THE GRACE OF ‘GOD,’ GO I!”

“PIANO MAN!” a poem. Sept. 13, 2018 a.k.a.: “When Should You Show Compassion To The Homeless? Just Remember: THERE, BUT FOR THE GRACE OF ‘GOD,’ GO I!”

We’re-ALL! Yes, we-are-all-of-us – WE ARE: The-Piano-Man,

On-a-lonely-side-street-corner, doing what we can!

Some-of-us have taken detours – made footprints in The Sand,

The Sands of Time are glistening – I’ll grab some, with my hand,

And watch-light-silhouetting! Is it dawn? or sweet sunset?

Our lives, so close connected – YOU KNOW? This man! I’ve met:

I’ve met him in my secret self – in dreams at night, although,

I THINK the two of us – are ONE – BUT – can we ever know?

We only feel connection – in-an in-tu -it-ive way,

When tears begin to flow through us – then, I am apt to say:

“WITHIN MYSELF – I-EXPERIENCE – Love for both large and small,

Love for mean and crafty!? YES!-Love!-Upon-us-ALL

I-call-CALL-OUT! for EVERYBODY – to pause a while and sigh,

And KNOW THE LOVE THAT-BINDS-US-ALL – and never question WHY?

There’s WISDOM in ACCEPTANCE – of everyone we see,

Of people-things-and circumstance – It’s happening ALL to ME!”

And – SO – I urge COMPASSION – for-the-tortured-and-the-weak,

For those of strange “religions” and those who are so meek,

They can not help themselves along – So, do not be “a sleeper!”

Remember, FACEBOOK Friends ALL-told:

“You are your brother’s keeper!” 🙂 – *

fin. ❤

* – For – YOU A R E YOUR BROTHER!! ❤

“SOME DAYS!”  a poem Thursday: 09/06/18

“SOME DAYS!” a poem Thursday: 09/06/18

SOME DAYS, I can’t (even) lift a brush – or a pen,

And I’m quite certain – that I never will again!

Some days, I’m sure – I’ll stay in bed forever,

And we’ll never meet again – and you’ve clipped The Sacred Tether,

And – set me a-floating – on a SEA OF ALONE,

And I’ll never shower again – or shave – and I’ll lose all my TONE,

And my body’ll be – riddled with cancer,

And I’LL NEVER BE – YOUR – TINY DANCER,

Again, and THEN! A “brilliant(?)” – idea-occurs,

AND, I KNOW, FOREVER – OUR LOVE ENDURES,

And (then) I can not even – tie – my shoe,

Even though you sometimes say, as you sometimes do,

You say: “You’re BRILLIANT! Amazing & Serene!”

And-then-I’ll-trip-clumsily – and fall through the screen!!

AND, YOU’LL NOTICE THAT, AND ADMIT: “OMG! You-really-ARE-clumsy-and-stupid!”

And I will crawl back in my shell, until-Friendly-Cupid,

Fires another arrow – into my sorry, skinny ass,

And-I-will-pull-the-covers-closed – and-wish-this-time-too-to-pass,

But, you know, whatever SOME DAY will bring,

I can always count – on – ONE, SWEET THING,

That-is: HOW DEAR – YOU ARE TO ME,

And-how-I’d-cry-so-much – If-you-were-absentee,

Because I’d miss your voice and smile and drama,

AND, SWEETHEART, YOU ARE – ONE – HELLUVA – S – S – SEXY MAMA!*

🙂 -Mmmm, m-mmm!

fin. ❤

    • She just me mama – (pause) – WITH SOMET’ING EXTRA!! 🙂