pouring as Monsoon..in ocean blues
bring lighting floods of Love in eyes
that dream like water..Oh tears
Monsoon floods reign too above
below Seagull’s wings fly high
low as flow in all of this
as they know now
tears soar as Love
Monsoon is a lot like tears.. A lot.
Ah.. the word Monsoon is used so much in commercial ways to describe something awesome and all encompassing.. powerful.. and life changing.. i choose to turn the dark into light and what better way to do that.. than to make a Monsoon of Love.. and the full version of this.. much more comprehensive in scope.. visual and sonic imagery.. as well as in Monsoon of poetic expressions.. will come around midnight on wee hours of Thursday morning.. and perhaps a shorter one.. of different.. to meet that prompt.. will come for dVerse again.. on Thursday Night .. if i have time then.. to meet that prompt in a much shorter way.. but for now the song goes on.. from my heARt.. wherever ‘she’ and ‘he’ may want to flow as one force with God..as a Monsoon LOVE THAT i for one feel for NOW.. smiles.. thanks for dropping by.. and hope your nows continue to be.. extraordinary.. as well..:)
And it is in the shape of a cup,
perhaps to catch a bit of the water or tears.
Those tears can def relieve the weight
and give you the lightness of a gull
on the winds.
I would so love to fly like a bird,
with wings – not like Superman,
would be cool to feel the currents
through your feathers.
Oh the Archetype of the human cup.. starting with the cup shape of two palms faced toward the heavens collecting life giving water in any collection point for basic survival for humans for thousands and thousands of years..
Oh Goodness.. it is no wonder the archetype of cups/chalice in Tarot Cards stands next to swords..pentacles.. and wands.. as symbolic meaning for Love.. Intuition.. Happiness.. Psychic abilities.. Emotions.. and overall Spirituality that encompasses the whole of the before mentioned 5 for 6 magical ways of life..
And the amazing thing as mentioned before in another comment with you.. these shapes come on their own.. all intuitively without planning from me.. and the chalice is a common one as well as pyramids shapes of up or down triangles as well.. where the cup shape is often associated with Love words of mine.. and pyramids with action.. and bells too.. for messages..
tHere is a much greater force that lives within me than conscious mind and yes.. it is GOD.. and the more we practice our ‘eyes’ of God the greater they grow in connection with GOD within.. outside.. above so below.. and all around us.. as truly a magical force of life..
NO less than a myth of fairy dust or a white unicorn with horn.. my atheists friends will scoff at metaphors like this.. but there is no science that can touch the power of God that lives within me with no little steps of a scientific method alone..
AS I AM A NON-REPEATABLE SECOND FOR EACH LETTER AND WORD THAT COMES.. as they are not analytically controlled by conscious mind.. so yeah.. automatic typing here she comes..
And my grandmother in her eighties did it by pen in the lucid dreaming state of mind known as theta wave way between waking and sleeping in twilight time of now.. with many predictions of life that still are coming true..
No published poet is she.. but the source and FORCE OF GOD IS GREAT IN HER.. in her Cherokee roots as well as her husband’s grandfather’s full blooded Sioux roots as well.. that come to me.. in my ancestral blood.. as a ‘ghost dancer’ myself…
Ancestral blood is a real deal.. and most all of us share these greater human potentials.. but as soon as one scoffs at greater ‘magical’ human potential the DOOR SLAMS SHUT IN THEIR FACE..
And they will never try or feel bliss in the feathers of my skin from head to toe… as i float on terrestrial land and become not just the water as Bruce Lee recommends.. but frigging air itself…:)
If I can develop a pill that will equal how i feel when i do that.. i will be rich enough to feed the poor forevermorenow.. but.. the naysayers live in a tiny hole of a needle and i am the biggest camel they can imagine that fits through that is invisible to them..
So yeah.. i am the invisible man.. and that calls for a little celebration to celebrate the way i experience life from Freddie Mercury that only the young can even see in the aisles of Super-Walmart.. or the Rave Dance halls of younger adults asking me what i am on.. with a mouth watering look of OH GOD PLEASE CAN I HAVE SOME..
WELL IT’S FREE.. BUT IT TAKES CONTINUOUS PRACTICE ALL INNATE INSTINCTUAL AND INTUITIVE WITH NO HUMAN LESSONS REQUIRED..
I CAN SHOW THEM THE ACTION.. BUT THEY CAN ONLY FIND THE POWER IN THEMSELVES AND PRACTICE IT TO EVER feel what i feel after spending literally 40 to 80 hours a week for two years practicing the art of song.. dance.. and free verse poetry.. as a way of life now for almost two years.. in the end of July this year..
And being cured with 19 medical disorders in at least remission.. as my covenant with God continues on now.. to share it all with the world.. whether anyone wants to listen to it or not.. in practice of the task assigned me from within.. with eyes of GOD.. powering me all now..:)
Thanks for the visit X.. i feel a strong force of God within you.. and that’s
If enough people are reborn again like this.. with UTL Unconditional TOUGH Love for ALL OF CREATION .. Sky is not the limit.. Space is not the limit.. as LOVE has no limits.. as eyes of
GOD..WITHIN.. OUTSIDE.. ABOVE SO BELOW.. AND ALL AROUND..US..:)
Have a great now.. friend..always..:)
Oh.. i love the rain.. and in North Florida.. just yesterday i captured a photo of the beginnings of a truly incredible Thunderstorm with a power of rain and wind that stopped a low profile Honda Civic on a bridge.. with winds strong enough to feel the car trying to ‘sway’ off the bridge.. branches of trees everywhere reminiscent of stronger hurricanes.. but the rain and thunder and knee deep water is certainly not something that is rare in North Florida in the Summer days of extreme heat and humidity..:)
Anyway.. off to stores.. with wife duties today.. dance walking.. and picking corn and peas at a relative’s farm.. disconnecting from the hive of Internet for a while and will be back to read and comment on all.. as this is a great prompt to describe the human condition and interconnecting relationship with the rains of Nature overall from sprinkles to the heaviest monsoon of tears.. in my case today..
And.. only time for a short jaunt of 52 words in chalice way.. two photos including the beginnings of yesterday’s short monsoon.. and the gulls that fly through the greatest of storms with ease.. and confidence in a rainbow new day.. oh and a song too.. as life is a song to me.. always now.. along with poetry and dance of course.. as me.. smiles..:)
My real Monsoon of poetry will follow the next day in full rains of words and feelings.. and many more images of poetic photos to accompany that as well.. totally separate from today’s effort.. as well..:)
Today.. now.. and here.. is the inspiration for THAT.. smiles..:)
monsoon tears and the bird’s flight – what a moving image that is
Hi Claudia.. yes.. truly.. the water.. the rain..the air.. the earth.. the fire of life in passion lives in me.. moving through these words as well.. thanks for coming by.. and i hope your nows are all now seriously enjoyable.. with smiles..:)
The images, words and music all bring this to a lovely place. It makes me wonder what birds think of the rain. Is it as magical to them as it is to us?
Ah.. i believe all animal life.. and in some cases human life.. is what humans might describe as metaphor with the world magical all the time.. as to live.. now without the worries that comes from human abstract language.. collective intelligence.. and complex cultures.. can be nothing less than heaven in now.. and as water is life giving force to all animals.. with us comprised of around 90% of it.. ourselves.. it is not only magical to birds and all other creatures.. it is a way of life.. to be with water and live.. and no wonder 90% of all human populations live within 10 miles of a substantial geographic body of water to survive alive.. and hydrated as cool.. smiles.. and glad you come to a lovely place with this.. and hope your nows are as lovely too..:)
Wow, I wasn’t sure I was at the right place..this has to be your shortest post..I am smiling here as you know I enjoy reading your words. that dream like water…I can relate to that ..the water of tears..
Thanks Truedessa.. and in sharing with dVerse this ranks second shortest with 50 words as the shortest.. and one for 66 words above this one.. as well.. but OH GOD yes.. they do grow up to 11,135 words in poetic expression itself.. as well as over 16K words in one blog post.. including comments too.. actually shared with dVerse.. with the longest actual poetic expression weighing in at around 8.5K words or so.. the 11K post is too heavy to post on Facebook.. so it lives here still.. all alone.. in blogosphere land.. along with several other 7, 8, and 9K posts in a creative explosion from me.. starting this spring.. and i go with it.. as i know what a 40 year drought of creativity feels like from age 13 to 53.. it is a gift that i will not relinquish.. by my control for sure.. in long or short and the shortest poetic expression of mine is in one word Palindromes like this:
or self descriptive word STUFF like my recent:
Yes.. i have a huge head.. a very tall forehead..
and lots of stuff comes out of it..
as that’s what big brains
But most of all.. I’M always fascinated
by Dinosaurs.. but no.. not my wife..
i will be watching Jurassic Park
World all by myself..
and that’s okay..
as i for one
I once saw birds playing in the rain….hopping about, fluttering their wings. Amazing. The pic of the sky is ominous and I can well imagine rain tears coming from such. Good work here. Concise and full of meaning.
Ah.. yes birds are amazing playful creatures.. with a long history of that coming from their reptile ancestors.. the dinosaurs.. i have great respect for birds.. as they definitely both know how to be free in flight.. as well as be an ultimate survivor..:)
Thanks for stopping by.. and be by your place a little later as i start my poetic expressions in response to each poem posted at dVerse in sequential order.. if i can stay awake long enough for that tonight.. otherwise.. like the Terminator says I’ll be back.. and i’m tired of the same old phrases.. so who knows.. i may create more.. before the night or morrow runs out.. to do this imaginatively and creatively.. as that comes for me.. now..then..:)
Ohhhh, this is a heart-grabber.
Thanks Dell Clover.. and truly it is inspired by the heart of a Muslim friend who just happens to write about being a carefree seagull yesterday.. and what results is
this comment spontaneous and in the form of chalice.. with a background thought
of Monsoon.. that i noted on a dVerse person’s poem before the official prompt comes out today.. a copy and paste if you will.. but never the less.. a copy and paste directly from my heArt.. smiles.. and be by your place later to comment.. as i’m not sure how much ‘gas’ is left tonight.. for me to continue..:)
Coast on the fumes, my friend–see you whenever, you’re always welcome here.
Thanks Dell Clover.. and yes.. bed is calling me now.. until morrow comes again..:)
Night-y night, sweetest dreams.
Thanks.. a good night’s rest it is.. and now i am ready to write much MUCH more..:)
Good for you!
Rain is tears of love and never more so than with monsoon.
So true rosross.. both literally in life giving rains.. and metaphorically in life giving emotional tears that soothe us into positive action in the darkest nows.. to let the monsoon flow.. not holding back with dams of damning fears over weakness is to grow stronger than the weakest of Grinch heArts to the greaTEST LOVE of UNCONDITIONAL TOUGH LOVE THAT IS ALL THAT IS same as metaphor for God.. AND the song and beat of the DANCE! OF Unconditional Tough Love goes on as reality nowoneforevermorenow.. WITH smiles.. AND WINKS.. as a Sacred Fool grows to tell A Truth..:)
And yes.. NOW i am a fool.. and take great
deLIGHT in ART of FOOL.. as
Crazy as a Fox..
and ‘What Does the
We live in a day and age where the Art of Fool is a largely forgotten human ART and Archetype but the fools of culture live large.. and two of my favorites are Lady Gaga and Miley Cyrus.. two highly enlightened human beings who are not afraid at all to be a greaTEST FOOL FOR GOD.. SO YEAH.. in a way we are each other’s mentors unknown to each other.. as it is human archetype.. all natural from the Omega Wolf to ‘US’.. and ‘WE’ still exist.. for those who understand ‘US’..;)
The bottom line is ‘WE’ show folks possibilities beyond closed doors of imagination.. for human bliss.. and new paths out of cultural prisons of fear.. judgement.. and shame for being human.. and our GOD is as Large as the Flower of the Universe.. and BEYOND that has no name but living NOW.. as Nature evolves us in TRUTH OF UNCONDITIONAL TOUGHT LOVE TO BE.. FOR NOW.. wITh
smiles and winks of course..
and thanks for dropping by..
i love to give more
than to receive..
as well.. obviously..
as tRuly what WE give
is always what WE take with US..:)
People have labeled me as clown since middle school and i take greaTEST DELIGHT IN MY SOCIAL ROLE NOW that i understand it is not from human alone.. it is divinely inspired by the God of Nature as divine is as real as the tale of
But.. I am accompanied
by a yellow cat instead..
with no worries..;)
So true.. unnamed lives in patterns creasing skin.. cob webs..
starry constellations.. rivers veins.. sunflowers..
nautilus shells.. spiraling galaxies..
a fetus.. a curling cat
all the same in
spiral of 1.618..
reaching out perfection
Unnamed lives in our blood
living on through all now..
from dark to i now
light to dark
no one naming
you get those crazy rains in Fla don’t you. As close to the monsoon as we get in the states.
Oh yes.. we do Bill.. sometimes the Thunderstorms can inflict more damage than a regular hurricane as well.. in North Florida.. particularly in one instance where hail associated.. is big as softballs.. last decade.. around the time of Ivan and Katrina..
But anyway.. THEY are awesome and beautiful as well thunderous in sound and well lighting.. so many fantastic displays of lightening.. particularly across the night skies of July.. that is as close to monsoon month that we do get here in North West Florida…
And yes.. the grass can grow grey wilting.. to flourishing green in few hours.. of the most severe of down pour rains..:)
Oh.. a desert of words.. devoid in colors of deeper emotions..
living death of humans words.. ah.. hues of words gaining depth
in shades of life.. words come alive with human eyes..
bright and no longer dead in life..
Monsoon emotions reborn.. alive..
Ah.. Monsoon of change always inspiring
by first drop of human sweat.. tears.. and blood..
to fire a storm.. holding back arms of folding close and same..
when flood gates open.. rains of more do come..
water holding hands together..
change of Monsoon is season now..:)
Angel of rain.. comes clean with ever no ulterior motive..
washing away eyes of dirt.. cleansing earth.. from deserts..
powerful mover.. shaker.. life giver.. taker.. Monsoon Angel
and Devil as one.. all natural comes.. in Monsoon change..
Angel and Devil reigns.. as one force Monsoon..:)
Ghosts rains.. past shadow.. quietly..
in drops of eyes.. respite from steaming
Summer scorch.. rains soothe.. Monsoon memory waiting ’round
drops of yesteryears.. living still.. rains past shadow..:)
Black hole emergency room.. rain not easily escaping..
parching throats of Love.. anticipating worst.. or best..
in prayers.. of living now..
sunlit eyes peak through..
tear love sharing strangers..
never meeting on sidewalk streets..
love lives on in death.. death mends love..
for those who love life and death…
as marrying partners of now…
Monsoon death equally
ruling Monsoon life..:)
Ah.. grief.. a rain with no rules
inside.. oh.. grief.. a rule of showing
outside.. but grief.. a way of
living Monsoon sadness
to each as own..
A never land..
drips and drops..
single travels splash
in swirling moisture flow..
oh change.. ah change.. is in the air..
a drop of life
takes as Monsoon
Never a stranger to earth.. for so many
years until humans erase stranger’s
existence from the face of earth..
stranger still lives in mountain
streams.. in drops of coming
rain and Monsoon floods..
all around this stranger
lives.. with never judgement
against what this stranger is..
ah.. to live with this stranger is
much easier than living against
the stranger that is i and us and
we and them.. all together as one
the stranger of God
named human plants
a seed of
Ah.. the world waits for saviors.. creates super heroes by the dozen
for our perusal.. oh.. but each human is a drop of Monsoon Love
just waiting to explode as seed of living
naked human life..
no longer clothed
by illusions of shame..
guilt.. regret.. over what we
are as simple
strong we are together
locked in arms of warmth..
weak we are
We Love as
A Monsoon of Love at 2 o’ CLOCK
angle can be straight A
aiming squarely AT
moon.. moan.. Soon..
or not.. 2 o’ Clock
Stark reality of Nature’s Love
has no limits of building human..
Love pours down in ways of
Love far beyond an
ant of mound..:)
So many Universes exist in clouds
of grey.. heaviest rains of Monsoon
pour.. eyes of love live naked
in eyes of i’s.. where Love is
a dream come true
with floods of
Rains with eyes of forever.. same intent.. same desire
ever wet with love for all.. oh.. to imply that
rains are less than Love.. no matter
how forceful.. soft.. or long
they fall.. is never to
or puddles of
To live with Nature without clothes
of culture is to know better
the strength and warmth
of human heArt.. lighting
soul.. spirit of strength..
warmth of arms
Storms of eyes tell forever stories
of heARt.. where waves crash
high and low.. in Monsoon
Anger and Passionate
Love.. Waves of
Yes.. Love a strong and
everlasting storm of rain
in emotional pelts of delight..
or a quick change of season
from Love to Hate.. a multi-purpose
storm Love makes.. only eyes of Love
it takes.. in
Monsoon Love or
Drops of words start Monsoon wars.. and smaller
floods of guns often lead to words.. a stormy cycle of
forever it seems.. is war.. a Monsoon that
one day will hopefully hide its
face and flesh and blood
toll of the
And Spirit of Human Truth..:)
Ah.. yes.. the Monsoon of Nature is out tHere..
just waiting to hold more than hands..
if we taste it and pour under
it we can become
oneness with All..:)
i suppose if everyone is exposed to the same
fears in life.. of Nature’s power and awesome
story of giving and taking life.. perhaps
there will be more harmonious
relations in the gift of love..
when necessary for
Yes.. a Monsoon of Love
comes from years of holding back..
Love grows in drops of waiting distance..:)
A Monsoon of Love lives
in and out of the
arms of sweat
Oh.. to get lost in the Monsoon rains of being..
a long season to wade in streams of now..
never an escape.. never an entrance..
rain goes on in love of Life..:)
Nature creates and awaits Balance
in happy families of Earthquakes
Meteors.. Comets.. Tsunamis
Volcanos.. Hurricanes and
wettest giving life force
of all the distributor
of wealth of
Ah.. yes.. the balance of Nature’s requite from
harsh sun and desert floors to massive
rains Of Monsoon girth..
To find that balance in
us.. is to also
within Us.. outside..
as above.. so below..
all around Us.. is Nature
and Us.. for those who Flow
in Nature’s Practice of Balance..:)
….. lightening floods of Love ….. this is so lovely including the shape
Hi Candy… thanks so much for dropping by with those kind words of appreciation for what i do here.. with Monsoons of Tears.. and hope you are having a Monsoon of a good time in now as well.. friend..:)
Imagination.. Dream of creativity coming in paper dolls of Sun and Rain.. Rain.. Dreams of
Sun.. Stars.. Galaxies.. Super Novas.. and so much more.. for Rain seeding Life to Organic
SoUls.. in flight of heArt in Emotional and Sensory SpiRit.. bringing
feeling finAlly to whole Imaginative Creative View
of Dreams finAlly
Kiss your Baby Goodbye
Hoses.. wires.. PASTED bandages..
painFuLL deep brown eyes.. blood stained skin..
an ominous pasted on notice in front of crib bed
that says MULTIPLE CONGENITAL ANOMALIES..
No way to breathe.. born without sinus passages..
Transposition of great blood vessels.. open heart surgery
required on 30 day born heart.. no immune system.. extra digits
for six on each hand.. with two thumbs instead of one.. respectively…
It is the day of the open heart surgery.. surgeon in his sixties.. huge hands
tell me at 37.. don’t worry it’s just like when your grandfather gets a bypass..
and the the nurses say don’t worry you are still young there is plenty of time
for more children.. your wife is beautiful.. you will have beautiful children to come..
Baby is wheeled toward operating room.. surgeon says.. kiss your baby goodbye..
So wife and i bend down.. and after 30 days at the hospital are shell shocked for
whatever comes next.. father sits beside me in waiting room.. and offers advice..
Son make sure you raise him as a man…
My mother didn’t do a good enough job for him…
he bails after 3 years.. when my mother doesn’t work..
Oh.. the values we place on humanity.. gender roles
here or there.. a do or die proposition of static
roles for patriarchal minds of being..
I sit back quietly at this point
and almost giggle
at a reality
strange as this…
And truly feel sorry for my
father who thinks raising a boy is
all about being him.. baby survives the
surgery and as really expected from birth by
doctors and nurses.. veterans of this show..
passes away in my arms.. not afraid
to cry.. i call my father.. and he just
says oh no.. i don’t wanna
here any bad
A 500 mile trip back home..
ashes will be sent in cardboard box
by postal service.. the lesson of life is..
how lucky i am just to be a human
alive for now.. never ever will
i doubt my blessings
in life again..
and truly a lesson
i need for five years..
10 and a half years later
at the start of my challenge
of JOB.. but i have the blessing
of knowing my son survived much
worse.. with never a smile.. never
a laugh.. and only pain for
51 days.. and yes..
So beautiful…..awesome pics…
Thanks so much sreejaharkikrishnan for the visit.. with those nice words of appreciation.. a beautiful now it continues to be.. and i hope the same for you.. with smiles..:)
Ah.. the light and rain of love lives on through the worst of storms of darkness.. rainbow of humanity shines through.. in greaTEST of
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