Rudyard Kooistra on
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day, a fabrication
by one who made the space and time scheme
a sound back of occurrence
wraps up mutually every part of the theme
hereabouts with thoughts sparking the mind's screen
shows senses are nevermore alone
like a projector expressing a film
sentience zigzags with a one
back before the big-bang bursts a baby
a cognizance nibbles at itself
a big bird hovers over the hollow mes...
Thursday 18th March 2021 8:43 pm
The universe doesn't care about anything, because it doesn't mind about anything.
It doesn't care what it is, because it cannot see what it is, or be seen by anything.
Outside the universe is no eye or mind or mirror, no rules or responsibilities.
And inside the universe nothing matters at all,
Because everything is part of the universe
and none of it has to stay the same
and none of it has ...
Tuesday 16th March 2021 12:50 am
Sometimes I think
Who I am but always I
Feel my existence.
Tuesday 2nd March 2021 12:30 pm
Death is the end of all things
Death is the end of pain and blame and shame,
of sun, of rain, of work, of play
Death is the end of night and day
It brings each one of us, the same,
to the end of everything.
I say Death is the end of all things
So we need to know that's where we go
Whether we want to, yea or no,
It is what existence always shows
No matter what else life may bring,
Monday 1st March 2021 1:54 am
Far above us
The sky bursts into colours-
Blue, purple, grey, orange,
With red and all the hues in its range.
Miles beneath our feet
Are secrets buried,
Arcane and deep.
Their ampoules once known to everybody.
What goes overhead
Suffuses stars and their milky shells.
The departure from earth melancholic but serene,
Leaves behind shimmering trails that spe...
Sunday 5th July 2020 2:45 pm
If you were God
You would create a back story
On how you came to be
Something about a mother
And a father coming together
You would gradually create
The world around you
And the history of what went before
In order to keep you sane
You would form existence
to fit your needs
And each thing learned new
Would be to satisfy the r...
Friday 19th June 2020 2:07 pm
My essay will be finished once the seventh seal breaks and the angles get their trumpets or whatever
Does silence disprove existence,
or does it just mean that someone's not interested.
Living our lives,
guided by the light,
and blinded by the sound that's not present.
Lives filled with love,
love for the waves,
bird songs pushed to the direction where the wind blows.
Even the grass is singing it's story of growth.
when you open your mouth,
the loud silence that yo...
Monday 2nd December 2019 8:27 pm
If you’re a poet prowling in penumbral light,
Staggering through shadows alone and lost,
Praying for a spiritual Sherpa to
Take you to atmospheric heights,
Or at least pull you from chasmic depths
And save you from the crushing pressure
Of self-loathing and free floating anxiety,
You should get to know me.
If your addictions are afflictions
You can no longer bear an...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 11:56 am
A storm trapped in a rain drop
Hurricane wrapped in a wave
Hundred mile winds twisting within a breeze
Devastating quakes in every stone
Dirt speckled snow blanketed over bones
A forest of memories behind a cosmic window
Ash curls out into nebulous tendrils of purple and blue
A ghost of an echo
No longer able to self recognize
Thursday 7th December 2017 3:56 pm
Our Denial of Hate
Within the realms of madness
I look infinity in the eye,
My hands outstretched to cushion
A fall into a darkened state
But the fall is never ending,
Never ceasing or explaining
Infinity’s unwelcome grin.
Downwards I continually plummet,
Like a Halo Jumper
With no parachute,
No DZ below,
Just an ...
Saturday 11th March 2017 10:16 pm
Inertia be damned.
Every time you look at me
It's been too long.
Tuesday 29th November 2016 8:55 am
Some people hold on to memories they never had and feelings they never felt, just to justify their existence. To all of them I say: cry when u have to, and leave depression to those with wounded souls.
Monday 1st February 2016 4:50 pm
i am drawn to
seas of clouds above in nothingness
the seas of water
the seas of open land and forests
the cities with seas of
concrete and people
i was born to be a
Monday 4th May 2015 12:04 pm
The curtains a cocoon
which I have outgrown
though I dare not venture out
my wings maimed
by an internal eternity.
Some days they open
as the sunlight shines
and snow falls
yet it remains a parallel world
a door to an unfamiliar universe
Even inside plates pile up
like a porcelain possum
Monday 21st January 2013 1:36 pm
Up to a point
pliant leaves will seep
into all its waters
until the cup overflows
so much as to stain
the meticulously starched table linen.
Then we shall face with reckoning
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Wednesday 2nd January 2013 11:05 pm
nobody nor nothing is real
for you are never truly gone
just no longer assembled
in the correct order of atoms
to make any further sense of
so they can’t be real
Monday 3rd September 2012 12:16 am
Many times 'convenient amnesia' is all we have to survive and live another day.
My heart bleeds
both fears and gladness
spent poison darts.
My hand quakes
both words and gestures
spared iron brand.
My eye shuts
both dark and brightness
Sunday 10th July 2011 11:55 am
the balm of barometric exuberance.
no longer young, dissipates.
the dewy welcome of sun-quaffed green.
revive severed umbilical dreams.
the present with fleeting acumen.
ceases yet emerges again tomorrow.
the kindling of autumnal reticence.
Sunday 27th February 2011 8:55 am