Genebrothers

A mind born, clear, clean, free without
restriction, obligation, responsibility.

A mind nourished, taught what it will surely be,
taught of my environments, my person,
my personalities and is molded, a duplicate of me.

Along life’s way. a happening, a melding
comes knocking at the door of the mind
that is clear, clean, free, no restrictions,
obligation, responsibility, that is a duplicate of me.

It is here a loss is reached,
as my pure nourishment is breached,
with what was lurking not far away.

Some will express a merging is for the better,
I have doubts, as weakened I will be.
I have doubts, as I will be less than I am,
merged with environments, person, personalities
mine will be contaminated, my creation,
no longer pure.

Along the way from birth to hence no more,
I, gone to rest and the mind that was clear,
free, with no restriction or obligation or responsibility.

What was born of me has taken a new…

As I, born clean…as I, born free,
I had no obligation or responsibility.
weakened… strengthened…

I wait the merging

While in my garden, I was lonely
as its beauty was mine and mine alone.

I rapture and was lonelier then before
as its beauty was mine.

My yoke was heavy, my longing to share
welled within me with distant sadness being
with me for time without end.

I saw my likeness within the dew of my creation
and it was good and I was without sorrow.

Knowing my longing to share now passed to
my creation Adam and woman, Eve was also in the dew.

The creations were of my desire and they were
happy with the newness of their beginning
and they had a longing to share.

All and everything was within their yearning
excluding the tree of knowledge although
greatly was the woman’s desire to learn
and she did not want to have knowledge alone.

Coeducation was born.

Looking at the clearest water,
clarity with a depth of person.

The longer I watch its beauty pure,
I see what time has lanced.

The closer I travel with my road,
I understand its epoch.

Looking at the clearest water,
Its clarity has begun to muddle.

The longer I epoch,
I see little of what once was.

Today as any day,
No more, No less.
Programmed obliqueness.

Awakening,
Shower to clean,
Breakfast to un-fast.

PC and Poetry, for the mind,
Wal-Mart to refurbish,
Then we dine.

PBS,
PC and Poetry,
Card game and munch.

Supper,
TV,
Then, bedtime.

Today as any day,
No more, No less,
Scheduled obliqueness.

Silently, more or less.

What a wonder,
I see from behind,
I smile and I wonder.

What a wonder,
I see on that leaf,
Pretty red and green.

What a wonder,
I see looking at me,
All wiggly and fat.

I think you are a BUG,
You had better stay away,
Stay away from my cat.

Wishing no malice or mischief.
Nothing but the truth.
Behold all to be beautiful,
Behold all to be pure.

Wishing no malice or mischief,
Doing so would be quite daring.
Harm is hurtful and malice is cruel,
Ask the harmed… ask the reviled…

Nothing but the truth,
Lying is destructive,
To at least one, you see
Moreover, to thee.

Behold all to be beautiful,
Without exclusion.
My eyes are unclear
However, my senses are bright.

Behold all to be pure,
Life’s beginning…
Purity detoured, Lost, unclaimed…
To be found, Refined, righteous.

Those unknown pass by…

shadows with eyes that pry.

The eyes pry deep seeking

what age has bequeathed.

Hidden, is what we were,

Hidden, is what we are.

Today my light is content to share

with shadows removed, as shadows

cannot penetrate the hallways of innocence.

Content to write my thoughts are,

and are what were.

What is done  is past…  

Bluebell Books Entry

Standing tall…In control

Standing tall…Masterfully

Standing tall…An image past

Fantasies you gave

Fantasies to keep

Seeing this image

I am standing tall