... is to carry a fire extinguisher
for deadly melt of self and some
a voiding transforming ~ rise.
Thank you, to luck
means what, to you
on Christmas Day
before the New Year.
The religious warring ,
factions of terrorism ,
or oppressed tourism
if you want, no matter.
Who want to charge
have ceased to exist.
Pop culture is-a low lie
tho- in light possibility.
There's tragic progress ,
our own bridges to right ,
as forever stone remains
the anchors of our floors.
My floor incessantly wonders
about yours a lot too much
and about how things turn ,
pitch, and roll into oblivon.
Remember the Bandit!!
Fastest in our southwest
ever there was anywhere.
Rest in peace? I wonder now.
Yesterday is our greatest lie ,
Here isn't desired anymore ;
No truer challenge must be
than the promise of afterlife.
RJDuberg, 12/2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Saturday, December 17, 2005
~Distinctly Different
Pulling yourself through
stiffest unforgiving
opposition
is all you can do.
What I want is what I got,
no more no less
and it is NOT my duty
despite my choice.
The moment this changes
the language proceeding
is toxic harm recognized
and personal pain arises.
Key to integrity of desire,
the peace and happiness,
is understanding flip sides,
their shadows' essence.
Backs to other dimensions
leave one ignorant, a fool.
Keeping all sides in mind
produces clearer moments.
Active search and records
testing one's education
in this case, intellect
makes spin, the distinction.
Over time, spin's moment
seen from its integral
resets stepwise focus.
Back and forth, pulls you.
That way allows words
for the self, to neutralize
itself through no desire.
Remembering shadows.
Look at the differential,
Identify what you have.
Think out everything else
grateful for what's given.
Otherwise, by day's end
hope for a new dawn
falls past the fading light
lost in darkest shadows.
It's the end of the year.
I'm writing Santa Claus.
I heard he was magic
satisfying joyful desire.
The action fascinates
by its minimalist mode
every item on the list
another degree of self.
What you are is listening.
The world remains behind
while the universe shines
to free us all from gravity.
(c)~Dec'05 RJDuberg
stiffest unforgiving
opposition
is all you can do.
What I want is what I got,
no more no less
and it is NOT my duty
despite my choice.
The moment this changes
the language proceeding
is toxic harm recognized
and personal pain arises.
Key to integrity of desire,
the peace and happiness,
is understanding flip sides,
their shadows' essence.
Backs to other dimensions
leave one ignorant, a fool.
Keeping all sides in mind
produces clearer moments.
Active search and records
testing one's education
in this case, intellect
makes spin, the distinction.
Over time, spin's moment
seen from its integral
resets stepwise focus.
Back and forth, pulls you.
That way allows words
for the self, to neutralize
itself through no desire.
Remembering shadows.
Look at the differential,
Identify what you have.
Think out everything else
grateful for what's given.
Otherwise, by day's end
hope for a new dawn
falls past the fading light
lost in darkest shadows.
It's the end of the year.
I'm writing Santa Claus.
I heard he was magic
satisfying joyful desire.
The action fascinates
by its minimalist mode
every item on the list
another degree of self.
What you are is listening.
The world remains behind
while the universe shines
to free us all from gravity.
(c)~Dec'05 RJDuberg
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
~Saying The Love of Spiritual Grace
The grace is known fully
by transformed listening
alpha and omega will kiss
in manifest unity, on the most
divine sexuality, spirit blessed.
The infused gross energy complete
in clearest meanings possible
paradox transpires to transparent.
The sweetest kind of mystery
unthought, yet being of radiance,
existence, intrinsic and essential.
The force faith wants not
its mustard steamy hot,
perfection without constraint,
truth without mental delusion.
This share made for us only
an infinite universe made intimate.
And in return all I ask and need is...
That, my beloved values and holds up
what happenstance of process meaningfully
to what is most worthy and unforgettable.
Failing that harm not for love's sake.
(rough TBR)
(c) 10/2005, RJDuberg
by transformed listening
alpha and omega will kiss
in manifest unity, on the most
divine sexuality, spirit blessed.
The infused gross energy complete
in clearest meanings possible
paradox transpires to transparent.
The sweetest kind of mystery
unthought, yet being of radiance,
existence, intrinsic and essential.
The force faith wants not
its mustard steamy hot,
perfection without constraint,
truth without mental delusion.
This share made for us only
an infinite universe made intimate.
And in return all I ask and need is...
That, my beloved values and holds up
what happenstance of process meaningfully
to what is most worthy and unforgettable.
Failing that harm not for love's sake.
(rough TBR)
(c) 10/2005, RJDuberg
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Being Done
Spiritual scripture sold to the world
gets easier to digest for every do over
we think along lies mothers got over us
after screeching in pain over a childbirth.
Our relief is seed to illusions unquestioned
our passing on the masculine viewpoint
denied value for its intrinsic detachment
yet necessary for seat of great paradox.
Silence of men responding to femininity
is greatest use of a gender's forgiveness
whereby her finish finds a sweet blossom
breathing fulfilled what fragrant love airs.
(c) 10/2004, RJDuberg
gets easier to digest for every do over
we think along lies mothers got over us
after screeching in pain over a childbirth.
Our relief is seed to illusions unquestioned
our passing on the masculine viewpoint
denied value for its intrinsic detachment
yet necessary for seat of great paradox.
Silence of men responding to femininity
is greatest use of a gender's forgiveness
whereby her finish finds a sweet blossom
breathing fulfilled what fragrant love airs.
(c) 10/2004, RJDuberg
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Breath Fulfilled
Spiritual scripture sold to the world
gets easier to digest for every do over
we think along lies mothers got over us
after screeching in pain over a childbirth.
Our relief is seed to illusions unquestioned
our passing on the masculine viewpoint
denied value for its intrinsic detachment
yet necessary for seat of great paradox.
Silence of men responding to femininity
is greatest use of a gender's forgiveness
whereby her finish finds a sweet blossom
breathing fulfilled what fragrant love airs.
(c) 10/2005, RJDuberg
gets easier to digest for every do over
we think along lies mothers got over us
after screeching in pain over a childbirth.
Our relief is seed to illusions unquestioned
our passing on the masculine viewpoint
denied value for its intrinsic detachment
yet necessary for seat of great paradox.
Silence of men responding to femininity
is greatest use of a gender's forgiveness
whereby her finish finds a sweet blossom
breathing fulfilled what fragrant love airs.
(c) 10/2005, RJDuberg
A Break From Depression
I know the greatest need
and also my failure indeed
to honor and love intrinsic.
Once, in a great while, inspiration
arrives meterorically, a find
appearing free of time; noteworthy.
Best cliche is stereotypically grand
the missing link synthesizes holistic
alignment and reveals inner light.
More complicated than a jig saw puzzle
the key element fits uniquely
an interface connecting the knowns.
Knowledge transcends interface then,
through some magic concourse
providing consciousness its moment.
Then, and I predict again now
time somehow reasserts its evil,
erasing what grip grabbed so well.
Left relieved of power and forgetfull
our reason continues on higher
our understanding more articulate.
The reality of life less confused, is
smaller, simpler, if still mysterious too
to gain ever more respectability.
Balance, begins blooming brightly
by itself and in the myriad
this alone calms me now.
For I am weak, but desire you
as beauty abounds in the world
you are beauty's best moment.
I know the highest lofts of praise
only suggest what the eye blinks
of character beheld intrinsically.
This language is more effective
as a listening, even as I write
as I must, I seek to reconcile.
In my higher consciousness
presence purifies the great
the spiritual supreme manifest.
Simplicity equates to the slightest
any and all details harmonize
revealing a resonant truth.
May I reconcile with your grace
I wish to liberate my self
and embrace the love infinite.
How do I continue and keep awake
I've already failed, quite asleep
here with my endless listing need.
(c) 10/2005, RJDuberg
and also my failure indeed
to honor and love intrinsic.
Once, in a great while, inspiration
arrives meterorically, a find
appearing free of time; noteworthy.
Best cliche is stereotypically grand
the missing link synthesizes holistic
alignment and reveals inner light.
More complicated than a jig saw puzzle
the key element fits uniquely
an interface connecting the knowns.
Knowledge transcends interface then,
through some magic concourse
providing consciousness its moment.
Then, and I predict again now
time somehow reasserts its evil,
erasing what grip grabbed so well.
Left relieved of power and forgetfull
our reason continues on higher
our understanding more articulate.
The reality of life less confused, is
smaller, simpler, if still mysterious too
to gain ever more respectability.
Balance, begins blooming brightly
by itself and in the myriad
this alone calms me now.
For I am weak, but desire you
as beauty abounds in the world
you are beauty's best moment.
I know the highest lofts of praise
only suggest what the eye blinks
of character beheld intrinsically.
This language is more effective
as a listening, even as I write
as I must, I seek to reconcile.
In my higher consciousness
presence purifies the great
the spiritual supreme manifest.
Simplicity equates to the slightest
any and all details harmonize
revealing a resonant truth.
May I reconcile with your grace
I wish to liberate my self
and embrace the love infinite.
How do I continue and keep awake
I've already failed, quite asleep
here with my endless listing need.
(c) 10/2005, RJDuberg
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
~Rememberibg II
Remembering Her II
The dreaming is the being, deliciously
imagining means feliciously beyond
in abstract acts of power and hidden.
a counter weight called agreement
so insight will be given fairest wisdom.
providing the great portal of mystery
yet true, pure, as the original instant.
remembering her is the great gravity.
© August 2005, RJDuberg
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Remembering Her
i.
The music is no less vital to remembering you,
the glory for which goddesses get their fame,
my middle age has little more than the years
accomodating the impressive vision you were
so very long ago, yet born again in daily mass.
A memory so grand I have been days on end
to wake up, eventuality insists, in your absence
and nothing in my life approaches a withdrawl
as much as this return to reality defines a fright
no other mechanism or process has ever in life.
© 2005, rjduberg
i.
The music is no less vital to remembering you,
the glory for which goddesses get their fame,
my middle age has little more than the years
accomodating the impressive vision you were
so very long ago, yet born again in daily mass.
A memory so grand I have been days on end
to wake up, eventuality insists, in your absence
and nothing in my life approaches a withdrawl
as much as this return to reality defines a fright
no other mechanism or process has ever in life.
© 2005, rjduberg
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
Between This and That
This twirling finger of mine
dancing on the wind outside
my freeway motor:fa-(çade
a play to the source of power
where calculus spells amaze.
While finger fantasy is pure fun
some actually say they fly when
they fall, free from a plane, a rock
flies then just as much, likely as not.
The difference, if sought, is grace.
© 4/16/2005, RJDuberg
dancing on the wind outside
my freeway motor:fa-(çade
a play to the source of power
where calculus spells amaze.
While finger fantasy is pure fun
some actually say they fly when
they fall, free from a plane, a rock
flies then just as much, likely as not.
The difference, if sought, is grace.
© 4/16/2005, RJDuberg
Yours, Friend
Yours, Friend
I go where my friends are
not often alone to join the fray.
I have more than one circleas such, to enjoy throughout
the day. The difference to running
are limits to learning, and quicker age.
In a pause of contemplation
the trade off seems extreme.
My self reckons purity alone,
time stands still in my attention
Everything I sense shifts from points
to wave patterns that span frequency
My vision appears in a gaze
dazzled by a smile,
you send me.
Can’t, won’t, couldn’t know
how to deny myself that friend.
I break free of myself for love
finding freedom itself beautified
woven greatly to enrich this life.
With gratitude I am yours, friend.
© 4/9/2005, RJDuberg
© 4/9/2005, RJDuberg
© 4/9/2005, RJDuberg
I go where my friends are
not often alone to join the fray.
I have more than one circleas such, to enjoy throughout
the day. The difference to running
are limits to learning, and quicker age.
In a pause of contemplation
the trade off seems extreme.
My self reckons purity alone,
time stands still in my attention
Everything I sense shifts from points
to wave patterns that span frequency
My vision appears in a gaze
dazzled by a smile,
you send me.
Can’t, won’t, couldn’t know
how to deny myself that friend.
I break free of myself for love
finding freedom itself beautified
woven greatly to enrich this life.
With gratitude I am yours, friend.
© 4/9/2005, RJDuberg
© 4/9/2005, RJDuberg
© 4/9/2005, RJDuberg
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Sung Within
Not of time or place, this heart of mine
still beating as loud, this mystery of life
because good answers, a silent kind.
challenging is our preserve, our purpose
religion made irony a fool for hypocricy.
asking myself how long maybe can take
against the innocent slaughtered by god.
has always been a humming that’s mine
a wrap against the elements sung within.
© 3/23/2005, RJDuberg
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Morrow's Lament
The fresh smell sprang
inward notes that rang
across my range of love.
a spring glitter light unsailed
death to dance in bromide.
Pain left this, a strange sorrow
morrow’s ungraced elegance
in voice lamenting innocence.
imprisons an emptiness,
a bloody failure of reason.
Life lies in essence
and the truth is beyond
the remaining crumbling
aims, lost in direction.
inward notes that rang
across my range of love.
a spring glitter light unsailed
death to dance in bromide.
Pain left this, a strange sorrow
morrow’s ungraced elegance
in voice lamenting innocence.
imprisons an emptiness,
a bloody failure of reason.
Life lies in essence
and the truth is beyond
the remaining crumbling
aims, lost in direction.
© 3/17/2005
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Castaneda Untitled
“The problem for you as a challenge is whether or not you will be capable of developing your will, or the power of your second attention to focus indefinitely, on anything you want.” - Carlos Castaneda, The Second Ring of Power
No stopping this, my entity observed as a process
has always had me, my life is right until now
without a way to completely word it.
Rather despite every effort and result
so far, seeming to obscure and obliterate
this true flowing of process defines au natural.
Short events of clarity do nothing, in fact calm
by an evocation in spirt that allows evil chaos
to return expanding fully its utopian negations.
Left unattended, forgotten mediocrity rules life
dramatically enough to inspire myths of mystery
while willful resistance is friction making possibility.
The haze of the gaze has my droll drooling now
my mediocrity red line bottoms in short spurts
while the wretched struggle splashes cooler.
This totality worded, leaves that flow, onward.
Impeccable perception reflects pure actions
beyond but bringing magical collaborative unity.
Bits and pieces, kibitz deceives to please us.
All style points awarded and prizes given.
Real men buy better, women win the credit.
Underneath assessments and all contrariness
the flow is everyone’s worst fear imaginable
self words cannot conceive nor understand it.
© 2/24/2005, RJDuberg
No stopping this, my entity observed as a process
has always had me, my life is right until now
without a way to completely word it.
Rather despite every effort and result
so far, seeming to obscure and obliterate
this true flowing of process defines au natural.
Short events of clarity do nothing, in fact calm
by an evocation in spirt that allows evil chaos
to return expanding fully its utopian negations.
Left unattended, forgotten mediocrity rules life
dramatically enough to inspire myths of mystery
while willful resistance is friction making possibility.
The haze of the gaze has my droll drooling now
my mediocrity red line bottoms in short spurts
while the wretched struggle splashes cooler.
This totality worded, leaves that flow, onward.
Impeccable perception reflects pure actions
beyond but bringing magical collaborative unity.
Bits and pieces, kibitz deceives to please us.
All style points awarded and prizes given.
Real men buy better, women win the credit.
Underneath assessments and all contrariness
the flow is everyone’s worst fear imaginable
self words cannot conceive nor understand it.
© 2/24/2005, RJDuberg
Saturday, January 01, 2005
The Wash
He/She sparring repartee always leaves man bloody until he sees and understands he can only be friends with women who already are in love with another, not himself.
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