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Our Limited Understanding

What did he mean
when he said
turn the other cheek?
Does it mean
violence isn't the answer
and peace is always the way?

Is it to deny the natural
carnal response?
To challenge the older laws
that have long been ensconced?

Maybe it's a come on
to the ungodly
"Give me what you got
I have no need to be afraid."
Maybe he meant
our bones are fragile
but our hope is not?
It shall never rust nor decay.

Surely a punch in the face
is no threat to one's life.
If a man put a gun to your wife
would you just let her die??

(surely life is precious
but God have mercy
should it come to this)

Should we cast down our weapons,
trade them for pruning hooks?
Is that what Jesus meant?
Or perhaps, maybe,
it begs you to take a deeper look.
and gaze at the wisdom God has sent.

Does it not surely mean that hatred
can't be snuffed out
by more hatred?
There are many trials we go through
but one thing we must know
is that love should always be sacred.

When he stated
Ye are the Light of the World
does that not imply
that the world itself is DARKNESS?
It's a gloomy forbidding place
with many pricks and thorns:
why add to the harshness?

For now it seems
we see through a glass darkly.
Having trouble deciphering
the passages and what they meant.
What about Romans 13
where it says, Execute vengeance
against those who do evil?
To whom is it referring
and to what extent?

Our limited understanding
leaves us grounded.

NOTE: This was written in response (and inspiration) to Liam McDaid's poem titled Thou Shalt Not Kill. It's a very fascinating topic, and one where I don't quite have answers...

Copyright © Timothy Hicks

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Art of Love

This times, you would receive the two things from others.
Violence or grace. 
Jealousy to your success,
And grace to your failure.

So, you should not be sad.

Survival is meaningless with grace. 

Believe me,
You are the king or queen of love.
Try to distribute your love.
Don't want to see yourself as the beggar of love. 

One day, future of mankind will be written with your love.
You will become history.

(The poem is dedicated to my favorite poet Charmaine Chircop.)


Copyright © Sandip Goswami

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No need for violence or aggression
A passive acceptance of oppression 
A powerful tool for social protest
To be peaceful and not violence many will resist
It presumes the intent of social change
Some believe not using belligerence is insane
Nonviolence is a synonym for pacifism
When you hear this word, you associate it with Civil Rights and racism
Nonviolence is not inaction it is the patience to win
You gain a lot of support, love, respect, and friends
See many people do not like change
So many have used diverse methods in their peaceful campaigns 
Dr. Martin Luther King seen peace and equality to all races in his dream
Mahatma Gandhi helped India win its independence through bigotry that was extreme
I think that we should inevitably re-shape the social order in a lack of prejudice form
If we constantly use peace, we can weather many of these racial motivated storms
To listen to another's point of view is largely dependent on reciprocity
Not injustice, hate, and apathy
That is what makes me so angry
Remember what Jesus’ says, "love thine enemy”

"Nonviolence means avoiding not only external physical violence but also internal violence of 
spirit. You not only refuse to shoot a man, but you refuse to hate him."
Martin Luther King

Treat people as if they were what they ought to be and you help them to become what they 
are capable of being.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

An eye for an eye only makes the whole world blind.
Mahatma Mohandas K. Gandhi

Copyright © Jeffrey Lee

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The Hunter

The hunter

I saw a man once on TV
He was hunting grizzly bear
Then bear, he got the upper hand
And blood was everywhere
That man was in an awful state
But I lacked in sympathy
You live by sword, you die by sword
That’s just the way it be.

I knew a man, a fisherman
He hunted for big fish
But when his boat did over turn
He never got his wish
Cause big shark came and took his life
And Karma, it was done
It seems that this time hunter lost
And mother nature won.

It seems some folk are low on soul
And only live to kill
I have no sympathy for these
And nor I ever will
When the game gets turned around
They’ve only they to blame
Because they gained their pleasure from
This heartless killing game.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Cain's Self Denial 2015

  Cain's Self Denial 2015

4 a m again alone,
In a room full of peers
A raging war is being fought,
Confined between your ears
Drafted into battle, with no enemy to engage
Yet volunteering unwillingly fueling dueling rage
Mystic river flows, with the blood of innocent
No longer even knowing, or caring how truth was bent
Angry at nobody, and everyone in between
Sabotaging yourself, and unraveling every seam.
Imaginary enemies
Whose roles change day to day 
A game with no clear rules 
Consciously  unconsciousness, I know that I must pay 
What promise can be spoken, to bring life into the void, uttered self denial, to speak within the ploy
And the enemy I can't see,  nor begun to understand 
Callously reflects my cards and always tips my hand
The price you pay for breaking souls, just keeps on feeling cheaper 
You soothe your conscience with the ancient line that your not your brother's keeper
There's no bad and there's no good, you played the only hand you could 
And the hollow eyes around you, pretend they couldn't see
You shake your head and try your best to pretend you don't believe 
Yet you know too well the horror. . .  Of what you've come to be

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw

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STORM COMING African tribal violence

Storm coming, madam
Me-- I’m going up country-- 
Lay low and stay sweet*

*stay sweet--stay alive

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Nairobi, Kenya
November 26, 2012

Note: Political unrest near Nairobi, Kenya due to election strategies. Polish nun told me that she was warned by a local moonshine runner to hide. Too late. She was pistol whipped by local police who wanted more protection money. Didn’t get the money (it was a free clinic, so nurses had no money) Police beat the nurse/nuns and absconded with the very rare and precious AIDS meds to sell to the hospitals.Free AIDS clinic was forced to close.(Kenyan government does not have free health care for the poor)   Nuns are recovering then being transferred to other clinics. Three went back to Europe forced into early medical retirement due to permanent injuries sustained by police and/looters. The care program(education and/or placement) for the children whose parents were AIDS patients is gone. Children have taken to the streets in desperation.  Count your blessings.

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop

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The joy of the pheasant shoot

The joy of the pheasant shoot.

Getting set for the big event
The good folk do their stuff
They beat the earth with sticks, do they?
With their little dogs so tough 
They flush those pheasants from the scrub
So all can have some fun
Killing them with smiling faces
As they fire beloved guns.

Then as the pheasants in a panic
They bolt into the sky
Our hero’s with their guns in hand
Make sure that hundreds die
As the air is filled with the cracking sounds
As birds fall all around
Just so these fools can get there jollies
These corpses cover ground.

I wonder sometimes if these hero’s
Have any souls at all
That they could get such satisfaction
Doing these acts so cruel
Sometimes it leaves me speechless
At the way folk get their pleasure
Killing beauty just for fun
Is an ugly kind of leisure.

10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Medieval Ages work still in progress

I'll write to you of medieval ages,
Foreign lands,knights and of many sages.
Medieval verse,and versification
With ancient meter I shall imitate,
To flesh out this age's animation.
And stories fictional and real I'll tell.

The souls of sundry virtues and vices
I shall show to men of all kinds of eyes,
So that I their souls might excite to life. 
Who truly is alive without his senses,
yet many minds live with mental fences. 
The Gods were chased away from this  bright land,

And many countries were drowned in darkness.
Art was unpainted,clogged up fairy wells. 
Unlearning became the new science of man 
And music deemed to be of Satan birthed 
For its mirth, and carnal rhythmic pleasures.
Oh of truth this divine art of muses,

Music's mothers, the soul with beauty fuses,
Yet still were libraries burned to ashes, 
and with timeless secrets the fool clashes.
 Empires undone from within and out,
To be hewn down by hounds to war devout,
Who from savage forests came to devour 

The sheep and the pampered puppies of Rome.
The Gods did pity these once great races,
the light torchbearers which the dark faces
with it’s all consuming flames of sheer might
which scorches into ashes scrap and dross,
to fuel its holy energy and fire,

the giver to mankind of life so sought.

Copyright © Victor Chavez

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Your word oh God is like unto a lamp
that guides the footsteps of your flock
inscribed upon their hearts like a stamp
and the path of the master they stalk

On the road to Mount Zion they walk
and the gifts they bring you in praise
about their redeemer and King they talk
and his banner is the one that they raise

Their garments resemble the spirit of light
and crowns of radiance upon their head
wield the Word of Truth do they fight
with principalities the earth will shed

Against the rulers of darkness they stand
the fallen sons of God and their wiles
they hold the shield of faith in their hand
to defend against that which defiles

They wrestle not with flesh and blood
against the strongholds of darkness they wield
with the gospel of peace are their feet shod
and the sword of the spirit in the field

They fight against those who mankind would harm
the war is not with weapons of steel
they have gone forth to sound the alarm
to flee from the gods where the fallen do kneel

The knowledge of God teaches love and truth
and tender thoughts of understanding
so many minds acquired hatred in youth
and with the armies of Demons are banding

To understand God his Word you must know
discerning the powers that rule in his stead
the Word who is master the truth will you show
least on the wrong path you be led

The sword of the spirit is the Word of Truth
God does not torture or rape
The Demons are ones who with war do sooth
and the face of this world shape

sources IICor. 10:3-6 Eph. 6:10-17
Mark 13:2 II Tim 3:1-5 
Apocalypse 11:18 , chptr 19

COPYRIGHT © all rights reserved
2010 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Copyright © Poetryof Providence

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The modern super hero

Made up super heroes we're taught to love
Made up archetypes we watch get rough

We cheer on as they dispense justice
We've stopped questioning why we idolize this

As our heroes have become more brutal and more violent
We've become more detached and less present

We're passing our degradation of what it means to be a hero to the next generation
They won't be impressed until it's more violent, bloodier, the next super brutal sensation

Copyright © Christopher Stones

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What suffering has been abated?
The cat still toys with her pray
Watching like a mother protecting her young
A grin carved with malintent

Order, a court of greater ills
Ladders with no rungs, smooth pillars
What sins does this kingdom commit
When there is no capacity for reason?

No ships sunk from remorse
A cargo never considered

What generous heart is weaved in roots and vines?

Copyright © Justin Benassi

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Fuller Ironic Future

Your true self is intelligence
and the rest of you, only appearance,
don't lose sight of your true self,
don't waste your time chasing trivial
yet unobtainable goals.
Rumi (M Mafi, trans)

Physical is always special case.
Energy is physical
and always special case.
Information is always special case.
Energy is information:
information is energy.
Special case is always realized
by its energetic information.
Dimension is unique frequency information.
Time incrementation is special case information.
Concept is general:
information is quantitative
(special case).
Buckminster Fuller, 1979, 1075.12, p. 446.

No one of us
and all of us together,
believe in optimal intelligence, information, integrity within 
our families,
our Earth,
our God,
with coincidental absence of any intelligence,
presence among, without,
in Special Case Physical Universe.

Warnings Against the Use of Force
predict Warnings Advocating the Use of Tao-Balance
as Active Peace Natural Special Case Information
Natural Systemic Integrity
Energy Ionic and Ergodic Balancing Intelligence.

Those investing Tao teleology to help deploy power
within Earth's Tribes and Trees,
Oppose conquest by force of arms,
    oppose violence as over-reactive conquest to control behavior,
   generate sustainable compliance.
For violence is wont to rebound.
Where competitors organize, thorns and brambles,
chaotic entropic evils and sins grow their hubris-decadent flowers.
The raising of a great Win-Lose Gaming Strategy
Yin follows with a karmic balance of overly-satiated dearth,
depressing, oppressing, suppressing living dying,
not fully alive Special Case.

Therefore Wisdom, Intelligence, Information, Integrity
effect their harmonic eco-logical purpose,
then stop with Midway Balance.
Special Case Logicians dare not react with power-over arms;
Integrity effects synergetic meaning,
and does not over-knot EcoUnity;
Intelligence effects spacetime binomially general-Commons relationship,
negentropically prime balance as universally implied by double-negative,
by avoiding too labyrinthine esoterics,
mid-metamorphic polypathicism;
Information effects positive meaning
and bows humbly toward double-binding negentropic Yin
double-negative original intents and coincidental purposes.

Special Case Wisdom affects, effects,
causes, infects regrettably responsive defense,
without remainder.
End of sentence.
Followed by fore-givenness, forebearance, 
reconcilitation, regeneration of prime confluent relationship
of active peace.

Eco-logic grows eco-centered ecojustice naturally cooperative systems,
so cannot love violence.
For Special Case Integrated Organic Systems age
age when over-extended past Primal (0) Tao Balance.

Egocentric EcoPOLYPATHOLOGY deductively-evolves
backward in time toward proactive competitive Win-Lose conquest;
the absolute spectral opposite of non-violent Win-Win orthopraxis,
where "Win" remains constant across each binomial appositional
logically-balancing position.
EcoPathology evolves violently against Special Case Information
Zero-Centric Taoism.

EcoPathologists mentor short-lived evolutionary strings
of dysfunctionally negative competitively hoarding
Left-brain dominant behavior.

If Universal Intelligent Intent is not yet commonplace understanding,
then our cooperative ecotherapeutic practice
cannot yet result in a sustained Beloved Special Case
Physical Universe.
Our lack of Universal Integrity and Wisdom practice
is our most efficient, tough-love, Teacher
of bicameral Right-Left hemispheric balanced Information Systems.

poorly-sited natural resources,
reverse-recited ecologic,
evolving backward toward spring,
then winter's advent forward
from root toward branch
toward flowering seed
toward prime rootedness again;
discarding pretensions of ego and eco
as not eternally evolving MIDWAY interdependent Integrity,
TrimTab Tipping-Pointed Wu-Wei
Win-Win Tao's Group (0)-soul Theorem.

Prehensile pain and dissonant loss and blindness
cause short-sighted,
all too frequently recited, rehearsed, retold
repeated suffering mini-death crying for new birth.

Wrestling with God,
abundantly yielding great polypathic exercise,
misses opportunities to wrestle with God,
to wrestle with wisdom within ourselves,
to wrestle with each Other,
with cooperative eco-centric Win-Win Original Intent,
to wrestle with God of Universal Wisdom.

Only violent assumptions wrestle against,
while double-negative balancing cooperative
ecosystemic assumptions wrestle with
commonly-held distortions,
side-by-side global EarthTribe solidarity,
each challenge shared toward Future's 
self-regenerative polyculturally dynamic information.

Physical Universal Wisdom
wrestling with dissonant frequencies
revolving contortions,
resolving contentions,
eco-justicing ecotherapy optimally responsible balance
and harmonic octave functions and frequencies
with prime-fractal forms of time and memory encoded
bi-nucleic acids.

Transitionally Shifting Regeneration
toward active-peaceful contentment,
a more democratically accessible absence of irrational confusion,
less suffering short-fall well-being outcomes of Universal Intelligence
--Just the Right amount of reconnected pain and ego-loss
for neither Right nor Left of (0) Tao Center
regenerative eco-redemptive birth of EarthTribe
comprehensive multisystemic bi-consciousness.

Our well-discerned inclusive EarthTribe Truth is Wisdom
and the rest of anthro-centric Us, only appearance,
not quite so much Special Optimized Case as we would all prefer.
Don't lose sight of our Universal Permacultural Truth,
don't waste time hunting trivial egocentric dissonance
with unsustainable sub-optimizing Win-Lose outcomes.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

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Race Riot

            Race Riot

Race Riots don’t start in Baltimore quiet
Silence is not what they seek 
Innocence stripped naked in childhood
Oppression festers in neighborhoods disease
Not genetically engineered in labs 
Pharmaceuticals have a hand some say
To fire the imagination, inflame bigotry
Revolutions begin in fear, form with the youth on streets
Young men find abuse as a way of life
No future, no truth of any use
Oppression germinates, grows in the dark like tar
Spreads on the heart contagious as black butter
The plague is far from over
It prays on black and white furious waters poison
Sour behavior feeds with flies and maggots, garbage and decay
Race riots take place silent in the mind at first
End in a pool of blood or something worse

Copyright © Earl Schumacker

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Padock filled with bulls

The paddock’s filled with bulls
All waiting there to die
They don’t have too much future
For the farmer, he’s the guy
Who has the power of life, and death
He decides what lives and dies
As he fattens each beast carefully
That’s where his money lies.

I see these creatures roaming round
And it makes me feel quite sad
To know that for my appetite
These beasts be treated bad
The taste of steak is mighty good
But what a price we pay
I eat my share of it, that’s true
Perhaps I’ll stop one day!

One paddock filled with bulls
It opens my eyes wide
To realize these wondrous beasts
Throughout the years have died
So I might feast with bulging belly
It really is not fair
Living on this little farm
It fills my heart with care.


Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through
Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor
Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave
Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start
She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask
Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial
She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Copyright © Poetryof Providence

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Misery Laid Upon Softly Kindled Pine

Misery Laid Upon Soft Kindled Pine

The great Judge marks this hour at noon
 bright was this day in month of June
A kinship richly felt with wooded glen
 saddened by the evil in hearts of men

A fierce battle for land was fought
 death reigned supreme all for naught
Blood splashed upon the limbs and leaves
 sorrow grips as each family grieves

Dead feel not the heat of burning Sun
 no real glory felt by those that won 
Misery laid upon softly kindled pine
 vultures fly waiting to come to dine 

The carnage shook the stars on high
 time not given from sweet good-byes
An unwelcome breeze stings this land
 all for naught, but evil in death's hand

The great Judge marks this day of pain
 as tears fall ,victims lay in dashing rain
A new day awaits the glory of hope sent
 forgiveness for the wasted lives spent

June birds now flitter, renewing song
 lives so saddened move right on along
Human spirit always racing to survive
 rarely embracing joy of just being alive

Returning Sun shines upon life and all
 man's fate is to live then greatly fall
Other journeys await in mystical realms
 so many great ships, captains and helms

R.J. Lindley
09, 15, 1977

note: I have little memory of why I wrote this one
 back then. Perhaps a book I read, movie I watched 
or blues that wrapped me so often during that time.

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Its Gangsters and VIolence Part 1

As i spit, the fire blazes off of my tongue, burns this love of anger inside of me
the sunny warmth of this heart seeks out what bestows me
and i continue to depict life in a red hue
so as i walk down the streets, red chucks on my feet and a red jansport backpack, i see
these kids on smack
and im thinking, damn, all high on the mainstream of life that such bitterness has
constrained them.  That's not where i want to be
but as i continue to walk along this side of the sidewalk, the redness in these curtains
bleed and convey me, control me, compel me, intimidate me
And now I am lost.  Absorbed into the brightest of red.
I represent RED.
So as I enter the doorsteps of this home, 
the blue skies fade away, 
and turn this dullness into gray.  
As I take the first step through the door, 
broken dishes scatter alongside every broken tint 
of blue that rushes out of the tub, 
palms raise and screams ring throughout my eardrums.
Such fate of tears I cannot unwind.  
I leave.  
Take the shelter on this side of the sidewalk underneath the ocean sky
along with my family built by society.  
We must hold strong together, 
we must defend each other when in need and through struggles.  
Bring forth the blue of the day.
I represent BLUE.
They walk along the lines.  
I must walk in the middle.  
They are bright with emotions.   
I must dim myself out of respect.  
In the royal purple chambers of loyalty 
i sit in the middle of the road 
not to disclaim their obstruction, 
but to prevent it for change.  
To seek out greater intelligence 
and proclaim that life does not end
 just because of society.  
The consistence of this eager swells

Copyright © Krystilla Cha

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Its Gangsters and VIolence Part 2

Man whose that chick over there repping blue 
thinking she can come up here and mess with my man. 
Don't she know who she's messing with?
i got to show her wassup.  
Can't come up in my territory 
thinking she owns this place. 
Who she think she is?
Such violence rises
Gosh that chick over there 
look like she want to start something.  
Need to call up the boys.  
She don't know who she's messing with 
and what she's about to get herself into.  
Do she know who I am?
As these gangs and violence mix like water and oil,
full confrontation blend and war is reborn.
This division of color 
leaves them blind to see what is really there.  
To see who is really there.  
More people die everyday 
because one person chooses to allow that effect,
chooses to allow that resentment,
chooses to allow that hatred.  
Red tears fill the ocean young souls swim in 
just because, YOU claim another color.
May 19, 2007.  I was murdered on the front steps 
of my door.  My little brother still remembers 
the day i fell on my back.
May 30, 2007.  I was murdered at my niece's birthday
party at the park because THEY thought that
I shot HER.  
My last visual was seeing her blow our her candles
and making a wish.  
June 1, 2007.  I sit here in this room.
Between two cousins, two lifeless bodies.
One shot at home, the other shot at the park.
Such lust for regret represses
Damn US.

Copyright © Krystilla Cha

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There Are Two Kinds Of Evil Men

There are two kinds of evil men,
There are two kinds of men,
There are the evil men who think they do good,
And the evil men who know they do evil,
I am Cain who killed Abel.

Copyright © Dean Marais

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Cold Fear

Looking out with apathy as strong as currents from the greatest seas. Destined to roam yet destinies free lost within the symphonic ballad containing all of lives mysteries. Will we ever see what we were ment to be or are we trapped within our self created Fantasy.
Screaming down from up above all of them calling "blood for blood" covering the cries from within being sure to never allow them to win. Within the blink of an eye and the burning within, turning tranquility to violence and violence will spread leaving those who oppose feeling hopless, dead. Suppressed by the sovereignty we are buried by power.In the end it's me,perhaps even we, who must begin to fear what humanuty will grow to be..

Copyright © Jess Smith

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Good Enough to Know

Walk through things that hurt you once
Mind-play distances, half done stunts
Turn away and off the path
Feel your way and crawl to ask.
Heartbeat pounding, muscles bulge
Vision lessened, do what you're told.
Mind played distances, half-known thoughts
Deep stirred feelings sold for nought.
Fists then clench and look around
Told and told and told again. . .
Hail the Goddess one and all!
Feel your way and move towards.
Never knew you, Where've you been?
Brighten up and Hail again!

Copyright © Erik Spector

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The Mystic Aardvark

Alan the mystic
Rejected wrath and
Violence and ire
Alan said
Result in endless

by Gail


Copyright © Gail Foster

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Sonnet: Nothing feeds on itself like violence

Sonnet: Nothing feeds on itself like violence

Nothing feeds on itself like violence
The more it self-destructs the more its might
Goya geek – padi eaten by its own fence*
The dog that swallows its own tail in fright

Yet nothing changes fast as when throttled
Takes the weight of one’s whole life to wake up
Many the night Dopplegänger dreams rattled
Will the hand that wields the chopper back up

To see the other severed from body
Since violence begins in thoughts at will
Who can hold it back once in thoughts born free
The root cause of violence springs despite will

Envy and hatred begin in the eyes
And stick in the head right until one dies

•	Pagar makan padi: Malay for : The fence eats the padi/rice; meaning, treachery (where trust is betrayed).

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan