Best Self Rule Poems
A right to free movement
A right to live
Where we want
Should be our perogative
We should not feel that we can not roam
Or decide to set down new roots
Or to find a new home.
Borders are a man made concept
Nothing to with nature or creations set up
They were created by those who wish to rule
Making it easy for them control
Dividing people into smaller groups
Then instilling within them a tribal instinct,
Selling them an identity of nationhood
Proud to march under flags and anthems
Creating many individual races
This started back as further than the dark ages
Almost since the dawn of man
A flaw that may see us all dammed
Unless we begin to evolve back into a state
The we started off as
Just one race
That allows everyone to share
And move around the planet
Sharing cultures, faith and love
Sharing the wealth of which there's more than enough
Working in communities to create much more
One mass co-operative force
Respecting the resources of this earth
Not just exploiting it for all its worth
But nurturing and using permaculture to grow
The foundations of the seeds we grow
And fostering tolerance between us all
Building a peace that is eternal
Putting an end to war through self rule
Existentialism becomes the new tool
Of being your own authority
Showing kindness and compassion to all
This is my dream I share with you all
One race
One love
One peace is may call.
These darts of love fly from our eyes
Adrip with passion's poisons clear and sweet,
Our aim that of another heart's defeat,
Its mute enslavement to our sighs.
Love blasts holes of unexpected size
In our defense; no wall will be respected.
The briarbarbed fence of self-content
Is breached, and trampled, with perspective.
Passion paints its fell directives
To our sniper's scoping of the front,
That field of victims fair,
To take down and devour in the hunt.
The wounds of pride will bear the brunt
Of soft assault upon stern self-control;
Desire stabs the shuddering soul
Until its thirsting edge grows blunt.
Thus we conspire to murder our sleep
While surrendering self-rule
To serve another's purpose
As captives of the deep
Dungeons of our needs, and keep
The key clutched tightly in our hand,
Afraid to lose the sweet ache of love,
Loath to let complacency sweep
Devotion from the stage, and weep
The loss of desperate, mutual need
That grows within, that intoxicant weed
Of victorious love we rush to reap.
Independence
In search of freedom, many braved the high seas,
Needing to flee the chains of their home countries.
Desiring a fresh start in a far-off land;
Educating their children to understand.
Plymouth, Jamestown, Hampton, and other such sites;
Enduring hardships, attacks, and other fights.
Now viewing self-rule, like Paine, as Common Sense;
Declaring to England their independence.
Early clashes at Lexington and Concord;
Not shrinking from gunfights or edge of a sword.
Claiming patriots’ victory at Yorktown;
Earning a U.S. republic, not a crown.
Slipping gently towards entropy,
Ownership with an apostrophe.
Braid the loose frays of sanity
Till something true finally answers me.
Troops are marching over many lands,
Tagged cornflower blue--a worldwide brand.
Don't speak out or you will be banned,
Towers implode just as they've planned.
Constantine merged Rome's faiths to one
Keeping time and step with Pagans.
Moloch laughs at our dull compassion
While Illuminati goals corrupt conception.
With a punitive eye beneath the skin
Mankind’s been declared the pathogen.
So an age of ignorance was ushered in
With aims to squelch the soul within.
Rotating parties deflect shared shame
Allowing complacency to be blamed.
Splintered populations can be tamed,
And bombs tend to leave bodies maimed.
Thieves steel gold and filch the free press,
Bobble heads working to keep up stress,
Businessmen sponsoring all this mess.
"We've got some pills if you feel depressed..."
We inherently trust their authority
As they outlaw nutrients due to toxicity.
In an effort to organize bioactivity
They count on our enduring apathy.
We protest lies, so they've built some pens.
Peace simply means they'll take our weapons.
"So go buy a widescreen for your den
To watch us start your wars again."
Even the name Bilderberg is a joke.
As they like it they’ve managed to fleece us broke,
Locking humanity into the yoke.
They sold the world lies before they ever spoke.
Crypto-eugenics is a fatal threat,
Academia functioning as a stooge pet.
Look into those eyes; they've got no regret
To kill us all off like they're clearing a debt.
Global control would only serve them well,
Micro chipped souls have no secrets to sell.
Salivate each time you hear their bell
Or they'll call themselves gods chasing you through hell.
Our oppressive puppet liars, they will not quit,
So don't waste breath saying, 'I'll submit.'
Words of our liberty are just and legit,
And truthful self-rule is a righteous fit.
When bureaucrats state dissent is treachery
In truth they've already sold their loyalty,
They still threaten our sovereignty.
Reclaim our human right to be free!
Independence sought freedom's key
Nonetheless freedom was not free.
Demanding equal voice and rights
Equality was met with fights.
People paid for it with their lives
Ensuring liberty survives.
Neighbors committed to self-rule
Denounced foreign reign as cruel.
Each tax was a knife to their throat
No subject had the right to vote.
Courage, followed by bravery
Expunged indentured slavery.
Irelands capital Dublin, it's a beautiful city
Famous for its Guinness and Jameson's whiskey
The Temple bar area for music and the 'craic'
Many say on departing "one day I'll be back".
Molly Malone can be seen, with her wheelbarrow
In busy Grafton street that's so bustling and narrow
The silvery grey water's of the river Liffey
Flows right through the city and into the sea.
Busy O'Connell street with its giant spire
Had troubled times with the sound of gunfire
The spire now stands where Nelsons column stood
A reminder of British rule that's now gone for good.
The symbol of self rule the G.P.O. stands
So peaceful now all you hear is the bands
The Halfpenny bridge is a wonderful sight
Even more impressive when lit up at night.
So come on over to Dublin, do come and see
Do indulge yourself, with some Irish hospitality
When the time comes to leave after your stay
You'll promise yourself to comeback one day.
16 May 2018
Hidden within the deep recesses of the dark green forest.
Hidden from the world, cocooned within the tall green grass.
Hidden in the yellow summer sun amongst the moss.
Hidden from humanity.
Immersed deep within the sea of my soul.
Within my dark shadowy existence.
In this forlorn time of skyscrapers, celestial apartments
And bricky neighbourhoods.
Images of their inhumanity and indifference festers.
Scratching a hole in the thick walls of my existence.
Searching to see without in that narrow tunnel.
Hidden within the sanctuary of my resistance.
Less no one will see me, but I will see their hell.
Hidden as I am from their power in their bloated world.
I will see these mortal creatures in their daily dance of routine,
As they become weak in the eyes of God with their sin,
In their power struggles within their empty hollowness.
Of their vain power and nothingness.
While I stand, wait and observe their mortal combat,
In the field of useless commercial life and gabbled debate.
While I revel in the misfortunes of their lot in the lotto reel of life.
While I smile at their idiotic attempts to break their own wall of damnation.
As they burn in the fire of their own hell.
Created by them from the fiery passion of their own lust and greed
In their violence and godless self-rule.
In these days of wrath, fire and hell, I bury myself deep
Within the salvation of my own soul, at peace as I weep.
Amidst the chaos of their struggles,
Within the wheel of their own explosive release,
As I am released into the depth of the green forest,
So my soul can revel in the blue sea of peaceful caress.
Created brink of poverty's rule
a Eucharistic pool of drool
abomination from a fool
incriminating from self rule!
Discover Faith, the sainthood's tool
and rediscover self, God's yule
no celebration need extend
or bow to legacy's pretend!
A soul's conflict with space extend
and so decipher, what we've been,
to belly up, we miss the trend
of going further ~ losses tend!
As looking back, mistakes contend
while roads of Glory ~ brighter, bend!
There is stupid in your tone...
your voice outside alone...
...For your words speak without
experience...
...Your stupid lacks great depth...
...The wise understand with little
surprise...
...You encounter conversation...
your eyes meet with no conviction...
self demise...
...We know what and how you say it...
with descriptives you delay this...
...regurgitated information cries...
...Just recalling without reason...
...You yourself have a difficult explain...
...Yourself confused...
...others bemused....
...The uncovering...
...You have only cheated yourself...
...In the actual act you yourself display...
...The aware zero tolerance ricochet...
...You with held information...
... Borderline corruption...
Truth in lies now follow you everywhere...
...A piece of work for sure...
...your life all meaning dis taught...
...Now all heir achy over you...
like a rash...
re-explained facts re-examined...
...and the lies they confiscate...
...With known self explanatory...
...The end result no joke...
...In life self rule...experience eludes obey...
...All reason suffers no fool...
...your signature dictates...
...only the fool itself frustrates...
...Play the victim if you dare...
...your reputation you have smeared...
...I have bowed out stronger and more aware...
On threads of wispy air,
in breathy undertones of political wind,
I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the quiet ruination of our commonwealth.
I can hear the sleepy madness, turned avalanche
between my ears.
I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the whispered words of terrorists,
guttural phrases taunted as political incorrectness,
flaunted vacuous nihilism fomenting insurrectionism,
the quiet convulsion of our self-rule.
I can hear the sullen invocation, turned torrent
within my mental models.
On threads of wary air,
in stealthily vengeful murmurs of pretenders,
I can hear the casual, softly spoken demise of justice,
the grim sabotage of governance by principle,
and with it,
the slow dripping blood of all those who died,
all those long forgotten.
The fading ink on parchments spelled out ideals
never attained or practiced in a nation’s history of enslavement
and genocide.
Yet can the people’s ambit even begin without the
enshrinement of these principles for all?
I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the reckless, feckless conmen concocting hallucinogens.
Conspiracy contagions so easily playing upon, confirming
the jaundiced eyes, so easily validating the invectives of the addicted.
On threads of wispy air,
in breathy undertones of political wind,
I can hear the quiet catastrophe.
Are you listening?
When you tell little ones, "Stop taking all the toys,"
then you don't watch to see if they obey~~
when you instruct your school-age girls and boys,
"Stop now. Do chores and homework before you play
more games and talk to your friends," but you never
check to see what has actually transpired~~
when you give kids a curfew but you aren't ever
aware of what time they get in, proving they aren't required
to stop coming in late~~when they won't stop being mean and rude,
and you say, "You're grounded," then the next day let them go,
do, and spend as they please, proving a stinking attitude
is no deterrent to self-rule, you're under their thumb~~this, they KNOW.
They said he was finished, his moment long gone,
Buried by headlines from dusk until dawn;
Yet voices of millions rang clear and concise —
A nation stood up for its freedom and rights.
From truck stops and town halls to docks in the rain,
Came Americans done with endless disdain;
They chose not the noise of the ruling class curse,
But a banner that reads: AMERICA FIRST.
Drill bits were turning, pipelines ran fast,
Energy freedom reclaimed at last;
Supply chains anchored in red, white, and blue,
Building again what Americans do.
No longer apologies spoken abroad,
But strength without bluster and peace built on God;
NATO found clarity, rivals took heed —
Firm hands & clear purpose, virtues we need.
Two hundred fifty years carved into stone,
From muskets at dawn to a nation full-grown;
The same rebel spirit still runs in our veins —
Self-rule, strong borders, and freedom sustained.
So mark this return not of man, but of sense:
Of duty and limits, of prudent defense;
Love him or not, one truth now rings clear —
America First is why hope reappeared.
Asked about the thoughts on the spiritual
I said I can’t tell you it’s individual,
Self determination and self rule
Are the key aspects to being spiritual,
Finding your own way seeing what fits
Remembering to question everything,
Open up the mind in an awakening
Discovering conscious reality thtrough the illusory.
Spirituality to me is Love, compassion, tolerance and peace,
It’s about living a good life in a righteous mind
Connecting with creation and the divine,
While believing in self is fine
We learn to leave ego far behind
And understanding duality determines life and belief.
Meditation and practice help soothe the mind,
Helps us on our journey, helps us find the path,
Discover happiness, contentment in the way we live,
Helps life lift the spirit so it’s transcending,
While keeping us grounded in the luminescent soul
Aides self love and self control,
Breaks domestication that’s instilled from old,
It makes everyday for me glow.
This is spirituality to me
Being benevolent and breaking free,
Living life in the present and understanding this,
The life I lead maybe hit and miss
But it’s only me that can decide what is wrong and what is right
And choosing to step out the dark and into creations divine light.
First and foremost is you
Yes you, all parts of you and gratitude as your plus one for a better attitude, as you well know
Better tag on hard to that grounding of yours,
Solid footing firmly planted to the ground,
Mind geared up to solder to them goals
Stay rooted and aligned, this is your time
Stillness betters focus always, so eyes on the prize, it's game on
First for the count is one to love, your own self perfect place to start
Another is one to look forward to, better days to come your motivation
Then there's the one for you to do right now, here this instant
Embrace the present moment sis, don't just sit and watch life sail past you
Day in day out, breath in, breath out, one day at a time
Mind on daily mantra mode: keep head down,nose clean, eyes always glued to the prize
then proceed to hit repeat
one step two steps, no more back and forth
fall only forward if you can, a crawl to the finish line still counts as a win
First one foot back, then one in front
keep it moving, eyes stay glued to the prize
ears shut to the noise, chin up, rise up, shoulders back, left foot, right foot
choices, engage free will, choices, always wise to the choice
This battle yes, that one you let go and watch from the sidelines if you like
Easy does it, slow the pace down, just trust in the process cos this one is timeless
Rein in the need to fill in the void,look inside you, yes inside I said, stay still hold focus, stand still, your truth to be found inside you sis
Put your back into it, marrow to bone, from inside to outside, soon you will make it, you know you can do this,
You got it your magic key, key to the lock, unlock the secrets of self mastery, that's right bout to master the self now, self governance yea, secrets reveled, life on self rule, marching, finally marching to the beat of your own drum, left right, left right
Ears shut to the noise and eyes glued to the prize as always
First one step in, then two steps,chin up, one day at a time
Then proceed to hit repeat!
Earth life, a hard school, dark desire cesspool,
Senses externalised, all objects sized,
No wonder then, we behave like a fool,
Truth dawns, when by Holy Spirit baptised.
Ego controls thoughts, so we’re ill-advised,
Body hormones rule, our instincts cruel,
Bemused by illusions, fleeting goals prized,
Earth life, a hard school, dark desire cesspool.
All hope seems lost, feral lust’s our fuel,
Though conscience speaks, as God Himself disguised,
We heed Him not, behaving like a ghoul,
Senses externalised, all objects sized.
Hypnotised by thoughts, our soul’s paralysed,
Chasing rainbows, we continue to drool,
Game of shadows leaves us demoralised,
No wonder then, we behave like a fool.
Discerning cause of pain, as pulse dual,
We cease thought flow, that ego’s vaporised,
Thoughts reassigned to their role as a tool,
Truth dawns, when by Holy Spirit baptised.
In timeless time, God within’s realised,
Heart lotus blooms, revealing soul’s jewel,
In-form polarities are stabilised,
Our free will’s liberated for self-rule,
Earth life, a hard school.
05-June-2022
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