Consumed Laughter of All Things


Consumed Laughter of All things

Divide and Conquer or Healing as One

Created by Author on Copilot

Consumed by the very thoughts — handed down from generation to generation. Mothers’ passing — taking many of the hidden secrets — left now only with fathers flesh. Decaying are the memories — hidden cipher rotting by the consumption of media on a loop.

Consumed by the passing of the before — now a similar story with differing players and even greater unrest within the human populous. So steadfast is the song — heartfelt and shared with possibilities — singing into yet another consuming arena of alternate perceptibility.

Consumed in the now — breathing of the focused sense into awareness. Everything and nothing — colliding as one — before the beginning — out there in the existence of voided thought.

Consumed in the future tense — third-person singular — I to we, we to she, they to he — as one by the dividing nature in a consuming world. Breaking into laughter — smokey Joe holding a sacred space — seeing the all in the all — good, bad and ugly as the humans know. Labels — no longer attached to this all in the all — just a vibratory laughter healing a whole continent.

~Ani Po


Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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Antelope Valley


Antelope Valley

Time is drawing nigh

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Neither acrid nor redolent go the desert winds. Entering naked — scorched — with flames of past and cruel memories in hand — trickling into the dust as blistered skin-pops, soiling and feeding the desolation.

A stranger in his own life — no heading but universal guidance at the helm — pangs of surreal humor watching the Mrs hand out the remaining scrubs no longer needed. Bursts into flames of laughter — bellowing the canyon floor — spotting a stranger donning his favorite top. Then another. And another.

Letting go of his past — like the multitudes of colored scrub tops — pondering if burdens now walk with the strangers in his bloodstained smocks.

Deep breath.

Divine dichotomies and universal laws play out in his world. Like a butterfly here — crashing into the winds of dragon fire — toppled yet another continent.

Layer by layer — peeled like an orange waiting for mulling — offering the perfect blend of intensities and flavor. His identity — the very essence — stripped like the scrubs at his partner’s hand — merging with the ethos of the cosmos.

Fortnight, hence another seven, soon will end — Antelope Valley’s gift of introspective glance — immense gratitude for this closing chapter book of traveling amidst foreign land. Once filled with pronghorns and galloping impala — desolate as the baron thought — packed with empty houses and scars from the ancestral fold.

Reduced to ashes filled in laden song — white stage — charred to the fiery red and blackened to the soul’s edge of transformation. Stories end — a new book titled as he returns to where it all began.

Deep breath.

A new story was written. Smiles — ear-to-ear — sipping on future’s elixir.

~Ani Po


Thank you Blue Insights, editing staff Thomas Plummer, Francine Fallara, Victoria Ponte, Gurpreet Dhariwal, David Rudder, Pablo Pereyra, and all who come to support this space.

Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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