SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF

SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF

SIMPLICITY INSIDE CONVOLUTION

Don’t numb my Soul with the wood of your resistance

For all matter breathes. Open your quiescent lungs

To memories of how even molecules have moments of

Crystal bleed, and Ungurahui trees of the Rain Forest grieve.

Take my hand, though it be only a hologram this illusion

Maintains to feel solidity and thus union in an existence

Beyond 3-D that your own conscious level may or may

Not conceive much less believe.

See? Here’s a door. Imagine passing through though your

Flesh and bones still remains on this other side.

It’s your thoughts that penetrate and separate atoms

That once blocked entrances to openings you could

Not envision with mortal eyes beyond those

Four walls or beneath that hardwood floor.

Do not paralyze me with indifference

Knowledge dissolves all ignorance.

Curiosity should be your ravenous driving force

Not limitations full to capacity. You must continuously

And consistently feed the beast without debilitating

Saturnine reluctance leading your thirst to insatiable disparity.

Forget your singularity!

You are parallel-virtuoso in a myriad array of prism-quantum shades

More multi-faceted than your idealism of black on white

With its oblivious canvas naked and stumbling in blind disarray.

You are remarkable!

A Rembrandt Masterpiece, a Picasso . . . Van Gogh . . .

A God Particle ~ ~

Your karmic highway glitters gold outside a jealous Sun

An interwoven, effervescent web of endless possibilities

Problematic solutions yet to be chosen laid out like maps of

The Nazca Lines of Peru, awaiting the free will of your

Resolutions which shall in turn be cause and effect towards

Your Spiritual Journey’s road-trip evolutions.

Weep no more, my friend, for the departed vehicle I resided in.

It was temporary housing/real estate to contain this ethereal

Energy that is Me, now dissolved back inside ether-divine light,

Swallowed in the gentle bowels of the ex nihilo of Eternity . . .!!!

When we meet and do this all over again, I beg you to remember,

Above all else, this ONE thing:

In this physical world or any worlds, in all its copious stages of

Unravel and dovetail, reflex and unyielding, inertia and deluge,

Mass exodus and influx, there is one thing, just one thing, ever

Constant;

Not your equations, your theorems, dogmas or

Institutions of refined scientific or mathematical

Revelations;

It’s something that cannot be dissected or microscopically detected.

It’s its own vibration, its own unique unrivaled manifestation of

Perfection; books merely tip the iceberg of its correlated summation;

Remember, that it is LOVE.

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LAZARUS LEGACY

No, we lose that precious luster

The cold-faceted shimmering glitter

That equals the rhinestones of dead-pearl

Tears.

For we know,

We know,

We could possibly return to the ebony coal

Of our sunken roots.

We only wrap around each other’s fingers for

So long, shoring off the stonewalls of our fragile

Union.

Keeping rhythm with pay-on-installment lust-falls

Or paid-in-full commitments that last as long as it

Takes to blink one half of a lazy eye.

Is there enough funds in the account to keep the

Armament of trust from bleeding out the jugular

. . . all that fire wasted symbolizing secure love!!

 

We hope passion sustains while boredom reluctantly

Retreats, sauntering off ~

A crippled shadow in the cheated night

Spewing bitter remains

Slithering back to the clandestine coal mines

Of damaged youth.

Are we bling and gemstones

Promising brilliance

Cut

Clarity

And color

Begging imagination despite the gifted strokes

Of the Devil’s Brush?

No illusion

A real moon circling the birth of a brand new

Planet, but alas!!!

Rendered stillborn ~

Cosmically dropped from the empty womb of its

Severed axis to join the slow parade of other stardust

In the wake of their shocked demise.

 

Yes, we regain that satin glow

In footprints leading up to the welcoming Divine;

Eternally wrapped now around Heaven’s gilded fingers

Memories humanely erased of our once innate

Uncertainties of self-worth and grace buried in antiquity

Before we rose above those labyrinths of dusty caves

And claimed our Lazarus Legacy.

Our spirts are the presolar grains

That made it here

Tiny gemstones . . .

Dancing,

D-A-N-C-I-N-G

Beneath the proud breath

Of God.

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SOUL SHOES

I have a long way to go in my Soul shoes

They are worn, tattered from this mortal life

My eyes strive to see beyond the veil

Flesh is awakened as is my Subconscious.

Then why do I still feel so encased in silence

While outside, the wild north winds of change

Forever blows?

I can sense the Shift; the axis weeps as it waves

Goodbye to Saturn’s Rings. The stratosphere is

Stretched to limits it cannot fathom to raise the

Vibrations of those on Earth who must awaken

From amnesia to nudge at the core of psychic

Importations.

Once we were glued to brainwashed beliefs

That squashed our hungers to unravel unorthodox unknowns;

Rise now above the dust that signified your dis-enlightened bones!

Peer beyond molecular structures that once solidified your

Conceptual blindness and break free of dogmatic epitomes.

Drop your security blanket; your pacifiers, the masks you

Wore to hide all your idiosyncratic falsifiers.

Tune in to another frequency, turn up the amplifiers.

Why did you expect things to stay the same?

Growth is a necessary process ~ ~ so shed the old

Shic designer clothes and bureaucratic idioms.

Embrace the New Dawn of inevitable pain.

As I kick off the old shoes, my feet bury themselves

In the ether ~ yet I imagine an Ocean of dreams

And I feel firmly planted in those grains of sand,

For each granule, individually, is Eternal…!

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SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF

SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF is originally from New Orleans, now call the Colorado Rockies her home with her husband and menagerie of animal friends.  She has been writing since the age of seven.  It started off as an escape mechanism for Susan, as she was suffering from Childhood abuse.  After a while, it became a passion, and after 35 published books and still going, and appearing in over 16 Anthologies, the rest is history. Susan Joyner-Stumpf has started her own Publishing Company called WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS, having made her best friend in the world, Deborah Brooks Langford, as Vice-President and Marketing Director.  Together, Deb and Susan are also starting up thier own Live Radio Show called RHYTHM AND MUSE INTERVIEWS. Susan is considered a Free Verse, Abstract, Experimentalist, Stream-of-Consciousness Style Poet.  Though she also writes both Fiction and Non-Fiction Short Stories, Novels, Novellas, Prose, Journals, Memoirs and Songs, Susan is most focused as a Poet.  With a writing career spanning over 45 years, Susan has been quoted to say: “It’s been a life-long journey of pleasure and pain into that great Unknown.  I write to help myself and others heal.  I can only hope I’ve helped YOU find oneness too in this world of bits and pieces.”