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sometimes, I find my self lost in a kind of chimerical bubble like the molokini-crescent-shaped-crater-maui-hawaii...,
i simultaneously see my self as the whole of it, or an infinitesimal throw of the dice, a frenzied ‘quanta-dance’,
my logical, empirical, and carefully trained mind is intentionally sent on sabbatical,
i find myself ‘rhumba-ing’ to some melodious yet impudent refrain, of a fate yet amorphous, gyrating, driven yet unperturbed, the rhumba being a vertical expression of a horizontal wish...[whatever the hay that means anyway, really??? lol, lol and lol again...]
i want to allow for a composite of diametrically opposing forces to, with wild abandon, give themselves over to this thing called:- verve or pizzazz, yet intertwined with élan, with a devil-may-care attitude of consequences..., embracing the jovial and the rakish..., leaving the lugubrious, responsibility-driven, caliginous, upright and uptight restraints of an ultra-disciplined mind behind, waaayyy behind...

oh, what sweet relief, oh what unspeakable joy, oh want wordless bliss that engenders...,
being one with the deepest passions,
being one with love,
being one with compassion,
being one with peace,
being one with eternity,
indeed, being one and in harmonious tune with the infinite...

Spread your petals wide as you open the gates of spring. Your nector given by the gods, healing the sick far and wide. Flowers of bloom keep away gloom as treasures you hide. Your talisman protects, as fairies dance inside. Bringer of love with potions that cupid arrow glide.

deathly silence in the middle of Sun
Horizon spread in the hot morbid air
last flight
and Life's shadowed by
a black dress
waves of deaf sound
the agony multiplied
ignorance in heat
our race feed
marble over the empty souls
destroyed in seconds
by hand's build.

I whispered into the emptiness afraid of what I'm might hear
But even more afraid that there would be nothing there
My shadow casted fear and gave a reason for my pain
As my thoughts became like rotten fruit and they began to fall away
My lips utter desperately from deep inside a broken heart
I look up to the heavens, but my flesh stays hidden in the dark
Where silence fills the voids to disengage and disrepair
Better days let me escape and evaporate into the air
There I sit beside myself when I'm alone at night
As I listen to the melodies of the dead trying recapture life
And from this sorrow loneliness became my only friend
While emptiness replayed their voices over and over again

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu Forster ~

sometimes, I find my self lost in a kind of chimerical bubble like the molokini-crescent-shaped-crater-maui-hawaii...,
I simultaneously see myself as the whole of it, or an infinitesimal throw of the dice, a frenzied ‘quanta-dance’,
my logical, empirical, and carefully trained mind is intentionally sent on sabbatical,
I find myself ‘rumba-ing’ to some melodious yet impudent refrain, of a fate yet amorphous, gyrating, driven yet unperturbed, the rumba being a vertical expression of a horizontal wish...[whatever the hay that means anyway, really??? lol, lol and lol again...]
I want to allow for a composite of diametrically opposing forces to, with wild abandon, give themselves over to this thing called:- verve or pizzazz, yet intertwined with élan, with a devil-may-care attitude of consequences..., embracing the jovial and the rakish..., leaving the lugubrious, responsibility-driven, caliginous, upright and uptight restraints of an ultra-disciplined mind behind, waaayyy behind...

oh, what sweet relief, oh what unspeakable joy, oh want wordless bliss that engenders...,
being one with the deepest passions,
being one with love,
being one with compassion,
being one with peace,
being one with eternity,
indeed, being one and in harmonious tune with the infinite...,
being One with Zero...

The heart of man is very much like the sea.

It has its storms.
It has its tides.

And in its depth it has its pearls too.

THE CHILD: AN UNFORGOTTEN ROSE


Just because a rose dies of natures way
It doesn’t mean that the beauty of the rose is gone or forgotten
She is still there, with her beauty in the eyes that have seen her
You have seen a beautiful rose with your eyes
And for this she shall always be alive in your heart
So don’t be saddened; for all of nature’s wonderful beauties
must revolve to keep the hands of time from coming to an end






John N. R.

1994 Outstanding Poets of 1994; The National Library of Poetry

Look deep into my eyes before you kiss me, For kisses do not speak alone
Talk to me before you touch me, The fire will scorch the words below
Trust me with your heart and I will do the same. Love is grand it will hurt and it will heal.
Do not shower me with gifts or flowery words, the glitter of gold is not for me.
Caress my back as I tend to a task, and join in the ruckus to be had.
Love me gently with kind thoughts, believing in my warmth to surround.
Fury comes in a quick firelight, And I run to hide in the daylight.
Blending in to hide the sorrow not in darkness but amongst the light,
Tis the best place to hide, right out in front of the light.
Firmly planted will I be forever more within me, this is me you see.
When I open myself to love, it is with everything inside written all over the line.
Trust me with your heart and I will do the same. Love is grand it will heal and it will hurt.
I love as my father’s daughter, and fear as the same as I know no other.
Love me quick, and long, and hard, and deep but do not love me alone
Love yourself enough to know that I can love you too, just as I would do for you
The feather of magic I have touched, now speak to me in words of trust
I will not chain a soul that is for you to do for love does not place chains around our hearts
I plant my garden to decorate my soul, is that the same for you?
Trust me with your heart and I will do the same. Love is grand it will hurt and it will heal.

with no more wings to fly you find your self in torment again you cry your tears of pain you look for your life in a dream of people but people sometimes push you off the world your back in the grey again fighting your self in the shadows you once was a goddess of love your life has been striped away where is your angel nowyou have been left alone falling every second you are defeated by death and your demons cutting into your skin you are now a ghost of what you once was your an angel dying a spirit falling a dream broken a faith lost you the shadows the grey the dying rivers torment i am to blame for your demise you loved me so innocent i hated you so innocent so let me die a painfull death and fall back into your torment

Let me be not the anchor that keeps your heart,
the ship at a port of misery.
As I sail away upon the seas of the after life,
may hope be the wind that kisses my sails.
Watch me go into the sunset not with tears of loss
but with a smile that my journey will set a course
where we'll meet again. If you come to miss me,
the memory of me will tread softly in your dreams