Soul Seasons

By 2b2b2 and Ralph B. Cooper

The time of day, love experienced vicariously in real time as well as during dream times.  All begins in the awakened mind, that feels, compares and processes varying signs, whether it be celestial, terrestial throughout times.  The following poetic prose is my attempt to define the feeling and directive of being alive.

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: 2b2b2
• Release date: Oct 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223785491

2b2b2

2b2b2 (aka Ralph B. Cooper) is a Bronx born and raised author of poetry and prose. His unique and thoughtful expressions began to reveal itself approximately ten years ago, when faced with real and imagined mid-life challenges culminating in “2b” seeking to release repressed emotions by organically reading and writing poetry. Reading over his creations and that of other poets, he found cathartic release and subsequently felt renewed and purposefully empowered from sharing a myriad of written poetry & prose filled observations, interpretations, and expressions

Book preview

‘NOID, NULL AND VOID

Cyber rocketeers of space dissolve before guise are surmised.

Dim wattage penlights flashed across screen plight by minds of less.

Metaverse’d infamy of virtual reality inviting strife by thumbprint design.

Anonymously latching onto Haley’s comet to ride nowhere, always behind

Still lagging in shine, Icarus soaring nigh way, way past, wayside and unseen

Blinded by light not reflecting a good side in its own right, drafts unseeingly.

Obscure origins, maybe an E.T. texting home, visa long since denied residency.

What a world it must be to be so dour perpetually homeless topically

Pitiful as an amusement parks’ relevance along shorelines of Super storms aftermath

Desolate, and worthless in shown aspects of gifts to bare, soft shoe in steps washed away.

Harsh and cold, trying to show-up as dawn’s early light, really dusk duly departed ensign.

Telescopically viewing a celestial pathos, of a white dwarf burnout sign, flashes of brilliance

Once long ago such a ‘noid conjured itself out of all known consciousness, fading to black,

ceremonially.

Now ‘Noid, Null and Void revolves round negative zones of increasingly dense,

self-imposed gravity....

PAST FUTURE PRESENTS

Reoccurring flashbacks to mind

Newly crowned ancients’ renown

Other paths 2b forgotten until found.

Ancestral visits upon my futures’ daze

Flashed across the dark skies to illuminate.

Looking back, is the wheel that moves forward.

So, my world turns and tilts on caustic haunts.

Previews unexplained and casually blinked away.

For today is repetitive in the way we sleep awake

Silenced alarms proliferate through seasons encountered.

Twinkling stars blink in and out, yet no sirens are 2b heard.

Absurd conclusions persist as sound is perpetually late to disturb.

Brightly lit ideals bubble and form in those yet 2b born again.

Performances of universality are once again renewed in revues.

The audacity that never is ever uttered proves, never is the past future tense!

ARTISTIC VAPORS....

To catch a muse,

I can’t lose.

Experiences peruse,

by chance to use,

Inspiration upon manifesting stories

Sharing themes for fleeting causes

Scribing victorious captioning bulletins

Proposals in mind,

hoping to reach masses.

Hurriedly heating aroused digits in penning

Suspended by reflections cast upon time.

Hoping to find parties in reception.

Incepting senses for sakes of  contemplating

Thoughts drawn down lines for perception.

Infecting minute inklings towards new directions

Swift is a plan based off written mental urgency.

Reaching critical masses, expecting delivery

Guests change direction suddenly within creators.

Leaving tints or whiffs of genius repeatedly fleeting

Authors’ original thought escapes, on trails forgotten.

Forever  pursuing  returns in  perfect composition,

usurped yet again by the perpetual drift of vapors.......

INSCRIBE  LIFE’S  EMBERS

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Hence, I engage in a rage.

Fought out in unrelenting ways.

Enduring my actions implement

Staining my refrain with throes in woe

Ceasing in want for reposed

Predisposed to endure this eternal fire.

Glowing inside but feeling burnt

Smoldering in the desire to release reproach.

Eye’s view scenes that spark flintlock

Explosions of insight flash and expire shock.

Glimpses of fireflies’ flash in sequence

Illuminating my ever-changing dreams existence

Writes ignite paper burning from cinders.

Something flammable easily stoked within us.

Never 2b fully doused or contained.

Igniting my life in the scribe of pen imposed

Burning and consuming thoughts to memories

2b replaced by new embers