"Windows"

 This belongs here as the conclusion to all of the questions I asked.

 Windows

Speaking of incantations, oracles, serenity, and love...

The eyes through the heart

On the way to the soul

The life to restart

From mere pieces to whole

Speaks of the relative meaning of things

In utter frustration, I lost all the world

Impatient to sense all the loving unfurled

The dimwitted fear of the loving-less beast

All due to the fear that they can't make the feast

So, on I continue, still frustrations roam

To skip to the time when the heart knows its home

The loving begins with the tug on heartstrings

Awaiting the day, if it's only to feel

Explosion of loving, at last, become real

In the next lifetime the love will anneal;

Substantial as heart, to the loving I kneel

Impatiently waiting for all to wake up

To fill all of life from a lovingly cup

The human complete with the craft and the style

Of love that transcends all the heart all the while

In glancing denials as we peer through the fog

Putting on airs of Pavlovian Dog

What's wrong with this picture that's glued to the screen

The love interrupted, the bout intervened

The loving corrupted with men in denial

The passion disrupted, the loving on trial

No pill is required, only sentience graced

With loving transformed and the hating erased

The frustration holds and impatience resounds

To think it requiring another full round

Another full lifetime for love to be found

The proof of the case is, in fact, all around

The fear of the failure has held us all bound

Sweep aside the conflicts and excuses

They're on the train that rides with the abuses

A juggernaut that leads to more the same

The crafted clown that's dripping in the rain

Late 2024: I was right.

"Satisfaction"

 

Satisfaction that we all desire
Purpose that embodies life's own fire

Only in one form will never tire

To bring about the loving in the light
The charge that sparks the reasons and delight
The flames of candles beggaring the night
Is all contained within the sum of one
The woman lights the way like setting sun
True satisfaction comes without a cost
As the transcendental's slowly crossed
The satisfaction now becomes the norm
Life and all its hardships now reform
When love unbounded blossoms all attune
That setting sun becomes as bright as noon

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"Wound"

 

 Wound

I tried to describe it as thorn in the side

These three thousand years and the pain of the ride

But wound is as deep in the mind as can be

Not merest of thorns in the side of our glee

It may be a jagged edge blade best conveys

The way it maneuvers to render and flay

The heart of the human and humanity

Deeper and deeper, it cuts as we flee

From rational thought of a sentient race

That fulfills the heart for the soul to embrace

But clamour increases and love we displace

All chances of love as we seek to erase 

There's only one love that keeps me on track

For love of a woman, I'll keep coming back

She transforms my soul and renders my heart

 From sense of betrayal to love set apart

"Difference"

 

What is the difference in the man

That learns to love with all he can

Not the stumbled stride of brute

But, loving whole, right to the root

He loves a woman as he can

But, grovels not, he is a man

No animal that merely begs

That is not written in the regs

Nor animal that growls and beats

To force the woman forth her treats

For Humans are another sort

They love for love and not for sport

What is the essence of a man

To hide from nothing, heed no ban

Clarity must be the call

For Human to avoid the fall

Face his demon, only one

Failure irks until it's done

Destroys the Human from within

Causing race to hear the din

The clamour of forsaken soul

Must realize it can be whole

And hear the clairing call

That clarity is all

We can't be human sans our pride

In our race and in our stride

In all we do must be respect

Back we go to missing speck

In all we do must be the pride

Back we go to missing stride

As long as men deceive themselves

The deeper in the lies he delves

Refuting all of reason's ways

As in the muck, his lack he lays

Taken in stride, it's simple to do

But, broken the stride of race to construe 

That all becomes right with the men and their ways

As they learn of the love and its brightening rays

Rather than scoffing at that which they fear

That they're not up to that they hold dear

The misery caught behind every eye

Telling the story of life gone awry

No more to rely on a wing and a prayer

Now I reveal all the landscape, so bare

Confounding the sight for all there to see

Setting the soul and notions so free

I cannot question any longer

Landscape that can make us stronger

The clarity's required, my dear

The fog, it lifts, the view is clear

I cannot question any longer

As clarity becoming stronger

"Man destroyed, woman destroyed"

 

The title to this poem is a modification of the title of a book by Simone de Beauvoir, Woman Destroyed.

Man becomes hobbled with waning of truth
As lifetime progresses from bounds of his youth
Deceit is embedded so deep below skin
As misleading message sinks deeply within
Man could be coruscant, shining so bright
Except for embarrassment hid in the night
The man is befuddled as lie fades from view
Deceit in the heart as the specters renew
Now, comes a lady, the heart of desire
Lighting the essence, release spinal fire
Deceit in the loving encompasses life
Deep in the heart, lust plunges the knife
The fire is not lit, but the woman endures
'Til the bane of the man escalates and ensures
That the man is unhinged and unreason pours out
Then, only then, is the woman in rout

Unreason comes forth in so many forms

But all, in their essence, resembling storms

Seeking the love, which the heart does pursue

But, falling away, as they're falling for you

Or, ranting distractions to hide from the view

The failure men know, as the loving comes due

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"Buried"

 

Buried

It's buried so deep that we slowly declined
The source of transcendence for all of mankind
Thrown in a grave and entombed deep beneath
Patterned behaviour, an ancient bequeath
That holds us in chains of unreason's deceit
From reasoning's presence, we only retreat
The boldness required to say we are more
Than baffling remnants, we need to explore
Magnificent beauty of life as could be
A sentient race with the will to be free
Of the chains and the dirt that were piled on the grave
Of sentient beauty, mistaken as knave
The shadows unseen in the corners of mind
Unhinges the wit and the heart of mankind
Love can emerge from the depths of that grave
As sentience teaches us how to behave

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"Tone"

 Tone

Just a change of tone is what we'll find

As all of loving  filters through mankind

The spinal fire ignites a steady flame

Eye to eye, the loving is the game

The structures of mankind begin to soften

Love produces sanity more often

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"Forward vision"

 

Forward Vision

 Stand upon the rampart's wall of all eternity
See the past and future tense of split infinity
The dizzy spells recede
The forward gaze is freed
No other generation lived will stand upon a time
When culture and the words we use all changes on a dime
The briefest glimpse, head snaps in both directions
What is and what will be is seen in the reflections
Tremendous time of loving change
Don't let a beat of pulse derange
Carry on, just one more time
Crafting words and thoughts in rhyme
What a wind's relief to stand upon
End of all the smallness midst beginning of new dawn
The pulse will race
The heart to pace
Beyond the bounds of time
We'll nestle there
Amidst our care
And love in words and rhyme

"Burn down the house"

 

Burn down the house

A whipping wind approaches habitation
Presentiment of final abdication
From broken views and mankind's relegation
The end of all of mankind's aberration
A flare of fire in spinal conflagration
Burning down the house of aggravation
Rebuilding, now, a house of approbation

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"Crazy"

 

Crazy

Is it crazy to believe that, in this life, there's something more
That hidden in a corner there's a present that's in store
For all that seek the answer to a puzzle so complex
That only hearts can find it; for the mind it will perplex
The stars and moons and vastness of all of time and space
Cannot provide the answer and the will cannot replace
A tender word or two can brush across the windswept plains
Bringing views of heaven midst the joyous falling rains
But magic is within the heart and brings its own sweet peace
The magic that can work its ways and bring the sweet release
Just crazy  

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"Love and Lust"

 Heart, the closest confidante, nonplussed

By reeling of emotions we should trust
So, when the spinal fire is turned to dust
Love, the infinite, corrodes to lust

"Tapestry"

 Tapestry

To comprehend the threads within the weave

Look back on three millennia, retrieve 

The essence of our being's hopes and fears

Threaded through the lives and all the years

Took a toll on me I've yet to face

As heart begins the final leg of race

I've wrestled with the marching grip of time

T fought the beast in words of prose and rhyme

Another life in which the heart transcends

From days of youth, in which the loving mends

It should be coming closer as we march

Past the dimwit stage of pain and parch

As love's fulfilled in youth, the final stage

Humanity, at last, will come of age

So many things that still remain unknown

That only can become, to human, blown

Into a shape that fills and touches sky

Providing riddles' answers on the fly

That burst of incandescence that did burn

Throughout my life, but broke at every turn

Confronting, as I did, the lonely fact

That I was not insane but, still, in tact

While, to the world at large, it seemed I cracked

No one there, at all, that had my back

Ahhh, but now, I see it clear as day

That rhoetry will have the final say

A toll in which a loving life can play

No need remains to hear the jackass bray

As words begin to flow with clarity

As man, with woman, reaches parity

Sanity can spread throughout the race

At last, that I can hold my love in place

As love, at last, is taken for a ride

Sanity can spread both far and wide

To every corner of both time and space

Within the bones of all the human race

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It staggers me to realize, at this juncture, that my existence has been both a blessing and a curse - for me.  To realize, while everyone else is blithering along, that there is something deeply wrong with humanity that can be corrected with such little trouble, to be the only one that has a penchant for clarity, to realize there is only one riddle that counts is both a burden and an unmatched joy that causes revel like no other.  The bane of men must be confronted for humanity to move forward and gain its sanity.  Until then, the monkey remains in charge, braying like a jackass.

That the revel had to be savoured alone in this lifetime is the same.  A blessing and a curse.  Yin and Yang comes to mind.

(pre)humanity has misunderstood everything.  

        I am  finally very happy to say I am not part of the herd in any way.  It's always been true but it has been much more difficult for me to accept until now.

        I don't think this rhoem will require mods.

        This is actually the second rhoem titled Tapestry.

    I mention elsewhere that I have made no predictions about the future, other than the end of the madness of dystopia.  I've thought about it a lot, though.  There are all kinds or problems with uttering them.  Mostly, the change that I expect, once we reveal TLTSIA and correct our course as a sentient race is so outrageous, so free from barriers, that it would be futile to make the attempt.  I'll just say that once our sentience is unleashed, there is no limit in any direction of the TOL.