Sara L Russell, 10/10/16
So if we are light beings, then is the aura a fountain of white
diamond fire reflecting the sun, dancing in the air
in a million drops of exploding starlight from the seventh universe.
If we are light beings, we are beholden to shun the darkness.
Always shun the darkness, for it is full of the shadows of djinn;
those shadow people know your comings and goings,
behold, they are legion, they hunt the starlight children
fly like a moth to the light; since it holds only the luminescence of love.
We are light, we are strong, we are wingbeats of angels,
we are the blameless abiders of law from our leaders,
like a million dancing raindrops, we can weather the maelstroms,
holding the light as a feather; since it is fragile and needs our belief.
And if we are light beings, being lighter than air or arias,
then is the aura like haloes of sunbeams reflected in sea;
only then we are free to ascend in the spirit of freedom,
being the love light and keepers of tranquility.
Oh corona, corona
You deadly virus from China
Sweeping the world like little Hitler
Turning good, regular law abiders
Into panicky hand sanitizer stealers
Hoarders of toilet paper and pasta
You’re the top news headliner
Everyone’s like ‘corona, corona!’
You’ve invaded the White House in America
And infected the UK health minister
You’ve locked down Italy and China
And grounded flights from all over
But we’re fighting you with soap and hot water
No handshakes or hugging a neighbour
We’re sneezing in tissues to catch ya
Crowd control and hygiene are our armour
You won’t win, you microscopic monster
A shepherd loses
one sheep of a hundred, goes
and looks for the one, rejoice
when found, or of the
woman losing one coin of
ten and when found, rejoiceth
*As scriptured
Jesus spoke to welcomed sinners and feasted with them, loudly enough to be heard by the abiders of the Laws, who was in the midst, and they were critical of him to be amongst the wretched crowd, ergo, the parables, whereto, leaving the ninety-nine righteous souls, and seek out the one lost soul, or not be denied the full value of your worth, and seek out that within you that has been lost, and once found, you are made whole again, indeed, a righteous soul.
Date: 06/23/2019
Without reticence of our duties civic
Won't it now be disingenuous to attack
Sanctimonious radar of indolent criminals
Who don't nod or show symbolic morals
Are we drawn onward to a new era
Where the law-abiders air an aria
We few who don't want legislation
No it is opposition governmentation
Do we have to borrow or rob the system
Refer investigators for the mission
Pull up the plethora of evidence
Dammit I'm mad at this happenstance
May 6, 2018
Valentine’s Day:
The annual sabbath of pacifists,
exhibitionists, and abiders,
conflated into a single wilting of wills,
destined to the jaws of a shredder,
or landfill,
blocking the visibility and scent
of sustenance for buzzards
and other parasitic organisms,
designed to sustain
the ecological balance of decay,
when if forgotten,
will leave one
in a similar state of graces
with the non-recipient
of manufactured gestures.
So don’t forget the impassioned poetry
stenciled across
a stock photo of strangers,
or the waxy bister
of formed chocolates,
or you might find yourself
listed among the outcasts
who take a break from love
on Valentine’s Day.
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