"reorganizing the pulsation of my heart
and the electric waves of my soul
with the fine mist of being"

Jude, I don't think I've read anything else this poignant, imaginative or revealing all year. Excellent wordsmithing in this piece. You are a master poet.

-=ra=-

Finally maneuvered here. With so many things going on in your miind, you don't have to wrry about the world's end. Mankind? yes. The world? no.

Ron

thinking we are all of the collective/the wholeness where would one go? everything is yourself :)

staying focused is hard in such confusing times, i think you are mastering it.

Brilliant, Jude. Simply brilliant!

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Sometimes we are our own ruin? Sometimes it's a defense mechanism and we just can't help ourselves. Thoughtful piece.
Sheila

Hmmmm... now let me see.... marginalia or genitalia?! which way shall I go... ??!! :)) I would say there's definitely a bit of both here: there is the very visceral and fundamental "dust to dust" aspect of this poem jostling to be heard amongst all the "ah, but..."s of the intellect's spiritual and existential reasoned investigation. And both are forced through sieve of experiential truth. Trying to solidify whilst at the same time seeking to evaporate can be tricky: thank God, therefore, you haven't already written off "the reinforcement of dreams maneuvered by unseen angels thrusting opened wings into the core of my growing mêlée". Such are the wings that will probably steer and keep you clear of whichever selfs frustrate one of these days. Intriguingly penned in the margins out there in Bucking Bronxo land, Bro! mavericK Kate xx

Will that ever happen Jude, steering clear of one's self? You make me think always.

Maneuvering. It is all we are capable of as mankind, emotional issues. Purpose, being and not being, decisions not granted to us. We are granted to play a little, maneuver, at the margins of a temporary existence. Our sphere of influence? Influence! Play for fun at the margins. Anything less insults our purpose. Love and peace to you my dear friend. Jon Michael

An aging body - a burgeoning mind ... it can cause some problems. One must take pause, and meditate for a moment, when reading your thoughts brother. Enjoyed this ... r

Excellent expression about something that may touch us all in some point when we do feel that sometimes we get in our own way. That is the magic of expression...in that it touches us all differently and yet the same.

sorry Robert but you're stuck with you, most interesting verse, we can't run from ourselves, I've tried a few times but the best thing to do is to face up, then again depending, it might be good to stay in fantasy or blame game, as in blaming the parents or the world. When I see real big fat people I feel sorry for their capture in this world, you can't run, you can't hide, we're in for the ride no matter how bad, cheers

Dear Jude, Life seems to be so complicated but in reality the truth ist closer than we can imagine. Let yourself go with the flow; you will see what the light of life will open for you. Love emile

I read this poem last night, but was so tired I just needed to wait till tonight to respond. I am presently designing One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest at Ivoryton Playhouse. Needless to say, your poem correlates my experiences with this play.
Sometimes we are our own worst enemies, we cannot seem to stop sabotaging our own growth and development. I for one, can always steer clear of negativity, but once in a while I do get in my own way.
I am in a quandry, it almost makes me think that you are about to make a huge life choice, but somehow you feel it could be the sunrise of your demise. Do not let fear stop you, nor uncertainty block your judgement, you must listen to your heart and allow the Universe to guide you. If you are stumbing, stumble on over, I will catch you.
I see good things for you up ahead, but you need to believe deep inside your being that you can trust yourself to make the right choices. Go for it, Jude, you only have one life to live..

"As you breathe each moment in and out, look to your soul and see what's inside. what is abundant in your life? What are you grateful for? What do you need more of? As the answers flow to you, fill what is empty and empty what is full." quote from DAVIDJI

I offer you much peace, light and love,
Amber

...attempting to wriggle free from the straitjacket of self, consciousness, existence...wonderfully expressed, Jude.

John

Sometimes each of us have to struggle to get out of the boxes each of us designed...

Carole~

I think the majority of people have built for themselves a little cell where they work, play and invite likewise cellmates into their lives. Freeing ourselves of this self-imposed lockdown is easier said than done. good write, Jude.

"such is the way the world will end
inside my beginning,
when i can finally steer clear of my self"

I read this and went "WHOA!!!!

Chip Bergeron

It's so true, that we often stand in our own way...whether it's through fear, uncertainty or just plain laziness. Keep reinventing...never lie dormant...it's just so darn difficult at times, isn't it?

It seems in the world's eyes we can get painted into a box and not considered much as an individual. The world of secularism is easy to escape from by not being a conformist and cutting the strings of political correctness which socialists try to mold us into for collective thought.

George

this is an awesome example of one person working to be amazing! good write, good for you!

All too often we tend to reside in a life rut for various reasons...soounds like you are taking Sherry's route and continuing to not only break out of the box but going back to reinvent it into something useful on your inner travels...well done.
fee

If we continually strive to be normal, we will never know how extraordinary we truly are. We must step out of the box, even if it is the very box we have designed for our self, if we wish to grow into the person we are in our dreams. Excellent message and verses, Jude. I really enjoyed reading this; a great way to wake up my brain for the day.
Take care,
Sherry

There is no reason to substance & space as in point of fact there is no reason to or from reality...excepting for the self...e

An atomizer filled with rejuvinated pheromones--->

"reorganizing the pulsation of my heart
and the electric waves of my soul
with the fine mist of being"

Squeezing the cosmic pump bulb like squeezing the testicles to know they're still alive! Grab it while the grabbing's still good, Jude! This whole poem is an ejaculate of reinvention, maneuver is semen philosophy, getting it out so a new load can grow...

"to unearth purpose within my action
while transforming my thought’s motion
with the growing particles of my origin
and the sunrise of my demise"

s

Profoundly thought-provoking and a testimonial to your uncanny ability to make words do your bidding; thank you for sharing, Jude. Love and peace to you,

Regis

if i could only get out of my own way, i might actually go somewhere. brilliant piece. connect to this on so many levels.