Some Haikus.

Into Hyperspace
Ethereal existence
Ineffable flux.





Where'd my ego go?
Now part of the cosmic wind,
Reframed thereafter.

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A sestina

Lens of pure understanding,
Removes my mind from common paradigms.
Outside the box of boxes, transcending.
Polyvalent thought, pragmatic chaos.
Lost when found and found when lost, I dissolve.
Conceptions leave resolve in paradox.

Reconcile in paradox,
Deploys the skeptic for understanding.
All of the fine lines exist yet dissolve.
Change is constant even in paradigms,
Of thought, true whole perspective is chaos.
Cosmically, it all worth transcending.

Of “existence” transcending,
Through the dissonance of the paradox.
Union, yet distinct, order and chaos.
Is it delusion? My understanding?
The merry jester, hopping paradigms.
Off the precipice, all and all dissolve.

The dissolutions dissolve,
In the cusp of transcendence transcending.
Context dictates use of the paradigms.
And no shunning of “proper” paradox.
No absolutes in this understanding.
Special kind of peace found in the chaos.

Torn apart in the chaos,
Ideas of knowledge and knowing dissolve.
Seen in open-ended understanding,
Never ceasing process of transcending.
Experience; extreme ends of paradox.
Manifest paradigmless paradigms.

The structures of paradigms,
Float in cloudy skies of the void's chaos,
Being based in the baseless; paradox.
Corner stones of said structures all dissolve.
Laws overwrite themselves through transcending.
Being, love; the only understanding.

Reach oblivion through understanding.
Cyclic regression through transcending.
“What is” and “what ifs” exist and dissolve.

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English is not my native language but I really enjoyed what you wrote. In fact I have read several times between yesterday and today before commenting, also to understand better. You can see that you weighed your words a lot, this is noticeable. "A sestina" I see it as something to be recited absolutely aloud, not inside your mind, to highlight even more that hypnotic fragrance of it.

Thank you so much brother. I tried to be as intentional and thoughtful as I could with my first attempt at that particular poem form.

And I agree about it being recited aloud, which is why I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about the poem, as there are certain spots that sound slightly off when read aloud versus silently

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I enjoyed it too. Reading it was a small euphoric experience in itself. Thank you.

Thank you so much for that. I'm very pleased it was able to affect you in that way. You guys are too kind and huge encouragement

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Keep them coming void

You got it!

This is a Tanka, inspired by a changa "journey" that I just came back from.

Despite all the fear,
The bowl of changa stays packed,
So, once choice is made,
There can be no turning back.
No matter how long it takes,
My persistence for the depths,
Will be steadfast and not break.

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This is more poetic that an actual poem, but this is a list I made (one of many) to help me better and more deeply enter hyperspace. The actual last one on my list says the endeavor can be a paradox of work and fun.

I will enter the space with grace
I will commit
I will surrender and free myself
I will let go and relinquish control
I will leave all else behind
I will trust and have confidence in my abilities to navigate this experience.
I will step into, be with, and conquer my fear
I will just do it.


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One more for today. Free form. I'm mainly just venting with this one.

Hm?
The most thoughtless,
Often share opinions the most and the loudest.
The most overzealous,
Vying for the most power.
Self correction is a trivial priority,
If one at all.
For those claiming their rightness,
Illusions of righteousness,
Delusions of grandeur,
Mental missionaries,
For their own self-importance,
Seem to never actually attempt,
Any understanding.
Neglect in realizing,
Each individuals' subjectivity,
Is perceived by an individual,
As important as any other individual.
We remain in division.
Competition,
Instead of cooperation.
No wonder I'm so irritable.

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END

I am dead

I'm so glad you were able to perceive that that was intended to be funny at the end! I'm not the best with humor

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I naturally laughed

Wrote this on my lunch break.

Inadvertent consequences,

Amidst the choices we make,
Mistakes happen.

Whether things done differently given a second chance,
Here we are nonetheless.
Each decision
Reciprocates from cause
Effect is the outcome.

Intrinsic regret until

Acceptance is reached,
Meaning and interpretations of conclusions dissolve, transform, and resolve.

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Words to the wise.

Thank you very much brother

An implicit response to an emotional load; overwhelmed; suffocating...
Part of me, dead, grey, bored, flat, cold...
A fuck less given...
This is not what my heart harbors however.
Here perhaps can be seen a neglect of and in self.
Yearning for balance despite this...

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One more. Aside from the verical spelling of a specific word, the first letters progressing through the colors of the visible part of the electromagnetic spectrum, the Fibonacci sequence is also used, alternating in word count from the first real number and the last relative to the number of letters in the original word. So the first line has one word, the second has 34, the third has one, etc.

Myself,
Enigmatic mess, meandering outside of necessary parameters, replete moodiness, neurotic neediness, never able to settle, ambivalence abundantly abounds, indecisive sense of apparent appeal to possibility of outcomes, dourly drying out, not expecting much understanding.
Recursive
Concantenation, embracing my humanity while also escaping it; consciousness is beyond and transcends the human, my incisive mind meets my intuitive.
Ureaus glowing
Resisting the common and popular, contrarian swimming against the tide, violent waves crash.
I am I
A madman with an itty bitty monster inside
Loosen the reins: cage breaks.

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A shattering heart,
Makes it hard to love again,
Hurt, and thoughts clouded...

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Feeling
Very lost
As of late.
Everything seems so elusive.
Loss of words in making
Meaning out of the present experience.
Uncertain thoughts and uncertain actions.
Learning to balance and
Navigate the darkness.
Meandering blindly.
Being

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In ruminating
On struggles I have
I've come to notice
An imperative detail:
I never learned the
Meaning of hard work

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