WEEK 3 — MKMMA — THEN 2014 — WHY AM I HAVING SO MUCH TROUBLE CREATING A TITLE FOR THIS BLOG POST? and NOW 2015: IT WAS AN OPPORTUNITY IN DISGUISE!

The world without is a reflection of the world within.

The title is out there, so let us begin.

 

Let’s begin by looking back.

Maybe it’s there, the thing that I lack.

 

But if it’s something I lack to figure this out,

If it was missing before, my guess it still is, no doubt.

 

Not only that there must be rat inside my head,

Because that blue box I saw earlier, is now a bright shade of red.

 

And if that is a sign that tweaks my perception,

I’ll take the hint, and return to conception.

 

Certainly, that’s a much better place to start.

Instead of my head, let’s go with my heart.

 

ONENESS is a word filled with harmony;

As when melodious notes blend in a symphony.

 

Or a tiny young lamb shivers with cold having strayed from the pack,

Finds warmth in the flock, having found its way back.

 

For here with its mother comes the second word on my list.

Not just the heat from her body, it’s here LOVE must exist.

 

Master Key lesson number two describes our subconscious mind,

And it’s there that care of offspring we happen to find.

 

And the Natural Law of Attraction governs all that we see.

All that once was, now is, and all that will be.

 

If one word describes how this Law works just like this,

Two minds, two hearts for a moment as one when the lips of two lovers meet in a kiss.

 

So ONENESS and LOVE are two concepts, might there be three?

I suggest MULTI-PERCEPTUAL VIEW POINT it might happen to be.

Just take a look at Mandino, and how 1000 wise men describe the success that they see.

 

So that’s it, the end of my story.

Unlike the news, it wasn’t that gory.

 

But I must admit, not entirely complete.

What perceptual flaw, turned the blue of that box that I saw as red as a beet?

 

I forgot to let go, before sitting down to write.

It’s hard to find a title when squeezing with all of your might.

 

Slipping beyond that, what’s the first thing I looked for in looking back?

How much happiness and abundance in something called lack?

 

 

Having played it by ear up to here, my subby has granted a few more minutes of time,

To test out it’s memory banks with a much better rhyme.

 

Tennessee Williams wrote the book where this poem must be

Ava Gardner starred in the movie, oh woe as me.

Not her, but I just noticed my clock and it’s four minutes of three.

 

So, if anyone asks why a few minutes past the deadline I happened to run.

Please tell them I was really; yes, really quite done (and having, of course, a whole lot of fun) .

 

But the whispered words of a dying man,

Must come out when the subby takes the rudder to more than I can

 

To the last stanza of a poem created to fit at the end of a movie where it happens to be.

Tell them it’s about oneness, love, and the king, that according to Oggy in GS – is a tree.

 

HOW CALMLY DOES THE OLIVE BRANCH

OBSERVE THE SKY BEGIN TO BLANCH

WITHOUT A CRY, WITHOUT A PRAYER,

WITH NO BETRAYAL OF DESPAIR.

 

SOMETIME WHEN NIGHT OBSCURES THE TREE,

THE ZENITH OF ITS LIFE WILL BE.

GONE PAST FOREVER, AND FROM THENCE,

A SECOND HISTORY WILL COMMENCE.

 

A CHRONICLE NO LONGER GOLD,

A BARGAINING WITH MIST AND MOLD

AND FINALLY THE BROKEN STEM,

THE PLUMMETING TO EARTH AND THEN:

 

AN INTERCOURSE NOT WELL DESIGNED

FOR BEINGS OF A GOLDEN KIND.

WHOSE NATIVE GREEN MUST ARCH ABOVE,

THE EARH’S OBSCENE, CORRUPTING LOVE.

 

AND STILL THE RIPE FRUIT AND THE BRANCH

OBSERVE THE SKY BEGIN TO BLANCH,

WITHOUT A CRY, WITHOUT A PRAYER,

WITH NO BETRAYAL OF DESPAIR!

 

O’ COURAGE COULD YOU NOT AS WELL,

SELECT A SECOND PLACE TO DWELL?

NOT ONLY IN THAT GOLDEN TREE,

BUT IN THE FRIGHTENED HEART OF ME?