Point of Surrender — Some Frustration Doggerel

 

“What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you seek too much, that as a result of your seeking you cannot find.”
― Hermann Hesse

 

Looking too hard for answers.
Lost in the trees
with no forest in sight.
Trying to hard for achievement
looking to make myself right.
I waste so much time on becoming
that I forget just how to be.
Losing myself in the seeking
Could I find myself in the me
Letting it all go
Letting it all flow
Hitting that zero sport
Untying the frayed knot
Throwing my hands up in the air
Caring so much that I don’t care
Reaching that point of surrender
My spirt now can be rendered
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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re-openingRe: Opening by G A Rosenberg

 

StreamingStreaming by G A Rosenberg

 

The Me in You (Love Doggerel )

 

“Are you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with, take warning – I am surely far different from what you suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this façade—this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

 

I would love to be the me in you
for in your eyes I shine.
You have always believed in me
My silly jokes, my foolish rhymes.
If I could be the me in you
I wouldn’t have to doubt
you believe in the confidence
of which I’ve felt a drought.

 

I’m weary of being the me in me
that silly sad old fool
who once thought I could get away
with breaking every rule
Yet life stomps hard on fantasies
and every tower falls
For you I want to build castles
I’d make the grandest halls.

 

For if I become the me in you
that brave worthwhile ideal
There is nothing I couldn’t do
to no being would I yield
For you have kept believing
when I was brought down low.
With you I’ve become a better man
Together may we grow.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

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BestowalBestowal by G A Rosenberg

 

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I’m a Construct of all the Mistaken Truths of My Past

 

“Knowledge rests not upon truth alone, but upon error also.”
— Carl Gustav Jung

 

My cup of truth overflows
My certainty knows no bounds
Nothing enters no one leaves
when I start to expound
There may be fools who differ
well let them they’re wrong
What I have to offer
is not a madman’s song

 

Could it be
I’ve been mistaken?
Has my worldview
been forsaken?
A perceptual error
A faulty premise
shakes my foundations
Have I been remiss?

 

I order my thoughts
I rebuild stronger
I accept that this truth
won’t last any longer
than past misconceptions
Ah well it’s true
Older conclusions must
give way to the new.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Stargazing Within the PatternStargazing Within the Pattern by G A Rosenberg

 

PrecisionPrecision by G A Rosenberg

 

Do I Dare?

 

Do I dare Disturb the universe?”
― T.S. Eliot

 

If a whisper shatters mountains
and a wave destroys the sea
if a word can break my heart
and a touch can set me free
If a child’s laughter
can restore an old man’s health
Do I dare disturb the universe
that lies within myself.

 

If a book brings down a government
and a sigh can start a war
If a mother’s tears of grief
can no longer be ignored
If a song sets armies watching
with conviction in their heart
Can I change some folk’s awareness
with a single work of art?

 

If a murmured ritual
can change the world outside
If showing you new confidence
means you never have to hide
If I can share some secrets
that I never thought I’d share
Then I dare disturb the universe
by letting go of fear
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Archetypes from Another PlaceArchetypes From Other Place by G A Rosenberg

 

Mother of SpidersMother of Spiders by G A Rosenberg

 

Lost Boy Blues

 

“Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit”
― E.E. Cummings

 

Whispers from a well
begging for release
soul echoes
aching for surcease
mistakes that have brought him low
longing for but hating days long ago
trying to get through, to be through
to belong, to be strong
to be tough, always wrong
but its never enough
so the coin echoes on its way down
striking walls, striking hells
hasn’t struck fancies
on the bottom he dwells
refuses a hand up, to stand u
to claim that he can
beneath him, can’t reach him
no belief can teach him
his self he’s never met
in the mirror loosing bets
refusing love he cannot trust
so much pressure gonna bust
yet somewhere knowing there’s a sun
somehow knowing the day he’s wong…
— G A Rosenberg

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Blessings, G

 

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Fire on the MountainFire on the Mountain by G A Rosenberg

 

PetalsPetals by G A Rosenberg

 

Artistic Doggerel

 

“All we have to believe with is our senses: the tools we use to perceive the world, our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.”
— Neil Gaiman

 

Colours flashing lights fading
creatures of the night invading
Daemons soar on angel wings
Real are my imaginings

 

My senses in and out of control
what I can see may take its toll
madness, inspired lunacy
may inspire or undo me.

 

Animals with human heads
mermaid, gryphons, the undead
greater knowledge do they bring
my inspired reckonings

 

Used to wish that they would stop.
constantly my brow would mop
then with my visions, made my peace
now my panic has surceased.

 

On my screen I bring to life
all my visions, I midwife
Unreality tunnels shared
my art leaves my soul unbarred

 

Colours, symbols still recurring
archetypes my soul are stirring
Through me tho not by me come
From my art I’ll never run
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Blue WebBlue Web by G A Rosenberg

 

Lizard's VisionLizard’s Vision by G A Rosenberg

 

A Brief Night

 

“It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.”
— Jack Kerouac

 

My gorge has risen
perhaps derision
from decisions
eluding me.
Either way I’m feeling
my senses reeling
my stomach churning
my fever’s burning
concluding see

 

Taking a bit of a night off blog wise. see you all tomorrow.
Blessings, G

 

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ProtectedProtected by G A Rosenberg

 

Chalice2Chalice by G A Rosenberg

 

Caught Up in the MachineCaught up in the Machine by G A Rosenberg
 

Emotions Streaming

 

“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke

 

Flowing through the emotional stream
floating along in ecstatic dream
or is it terror I feel?
In this place It all seems real
tho the illusions dance and sing
they play my heart strings
with wonder and stirrings
of eroticism reoccurring
as their fingers slowly caress
tender parts that may be stressed
of fragile psyche and ego bold
no emotion left untold
Caught in endless reverie
can there be escape for me?
No so I will see it through
nothing left for me to do
but ride the ever present strange
and realize this too will change.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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28-BerithBerith (#28 in Goetia Series) by G A Rosenberg

 

Prowling Through DesolationProwling Through Desolation by G A Rosenberg

 

Identity Doggerel

 

“I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.”
— Jorge Luis Borge

 

Here is a street that I walked down last May
Catacombs in the dark where I wandered
Here is a song that I heard yesterday
with some of the lyrics a-sundered

 

Laugh at a joke that I heard before
tho now it comes from my mouth
Cry at a tale that I heard though a door
in a mansion down in the south

 

None of what you see before you is me
at most I must be a composite
of places I’ve been and people I’ve met
into my void, you’ll too deposit

 

Still there is someone who picks and chooses
the elements of life that I show
something unique that decides what he uses
a spirit that’s always in flow.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Puppet ShowPuppet Show by G A Rosenberg

 

Enticed DownwardEnticed Downwards by G A Rosenberg

 

Mirrored Thoughts — Some Perspective Doggerel

 

“I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.”
— Jorge Luis Borges

 

I reflect on my reflection
and realize no connection
to that pasty pale complexion
that I see
I remember me as younger
and my body lean with hunger
yet the belly hanging under
won’t agree
Still the years have been much kinder
then I deserve, its a reminder
of the truth I’ve been a finder
and I seek
yet the body has a balance
mind and spirit more a challenge
that I chose, that was my talent
I won’t weep
I’ll put it all together
make my whole self much better
to this challenge that I’ll weather
I will leap
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Caught Up in the Dream WebCaught up in the Dream Web by G A Rosenberg

 

Echoes of Baba YagaEchoes of Baba Yaga by G A Rosenberg