Best Theocracy Poems
Democracy is what we do
and breathe together
to empower ourselves.
Some would say the same of prayer
and holy communion
and secular communication
and healthy relationships.
Democracy seems like an empowering experience
of equality and interdependence
before it became an anti-royalist political philosophy.
Which may serve as a humbling reminder
that great abstract theories
so left-brain universally fascinating
derive from whole mindbody experience
of individual egos,
healthy or other-unwise.
If no ego-experience,
then no ecosystemic consciousness
of democracy
or autocracy
or kleptocracy
or plutocracy
or oligarchy
or capitalocracy
or theocracy
or patriarchy
or even warm accompanying matriarchy.
Multiculturing democracy,
a hybrid of egalitarian aspirations
and interdependent respirations,
requires organized
stable
win/win ego/theo-logical communication,
health wealthy ecological relationships.
Disorganized communication
is an oxymoron,
like enriching divestment
and disturbing attachment
and democratic capitalism
and resilient win/lose compassion.
Democracy is what we win/win breathe
do
develop together
to empower egohealth identities
and wealthy ecosystems.
No accounting for
taste
What you dislike
and called a waste
is what I like
You call
cheese,honey
I called it bitter pill
You prefer a monkey
while chimp makes
me chill
You like worshipping
sun
I love worshipping
God
It really fun
you called mine odd
I lived in tradition
You lived in
modernity
But in addition
I lived in christianity
You urged me to
study biology
I urged you to learn
Shakespeare
You want me to live
by astrology
Let poetry be your
spear
You prefer winter
that is your choice
Mine is summer
when I'll rejoice
When you lay on
your bunk,
you hear the
music,rock
but I listen to punk
who should be given
a sock?
You love a black lady
with long dark hair
I love a white baby
to be my heir
You desire
democracy
as system of your
government
I desire theocracy
it had the best
management
Let us be a union
Let there be chaste
Let's tolerate each
one's opinion
for no accounting
for taste
I’m too tired to tell another story
About the pangs of reality
of my barricading delusions
and my spontaneous God given days
A long wait ;A fat fate
A nine day wonder that forever lay in yonder.
I’m bled out of verve ;high on adrenalin
I hated narcissism ,ignored individualism.
Am losing my creed hard as it seems,
No need for innuendos and cover ups
No gimmickry no false flags
I believe in theocracy,oneness of the most high.
I have been punched and bruised
Dead beaten and Ill stricken.
I've been a witness to sordid days
Happy years and bonfire nights
I once asked Santa for maiden
He told me " dude lets be serious"
I won't even bother Cupid
That naked winged baby wielding weapons
who even crowned him an angel ?
I've breached the rules
Threshed on everything with a head full of pain
Tried singing when broken
Only to realise my voice is even worse than my problems
In my fantasies I probed for honesty ,
Paraded with veracity.
But bliss is not a thing life guarantees
And I know this is how life in its entirety goes.
My imaginings are wilder,
Might soon catch a banshee
My nostalgias are inconsistent ,
And My health is really getting better
Will someday soon sky dive in Ghana
Or yet still rally on the Savannah
I sought levity in the midst of debacles
Only to find fury in endless spirals.
I stumbled on a prose
Lo! let me sip on its sweetened repose.
In my hands a pen a paper
so I can write away my woes.
recite it like a rhapsody or sing it like a hymn
As a form of consolation,An escape from reality.
I brought the wise men to mine eyes to read that I may see
Beliefs and fears and outright lies of life's great mystery
In learning years I held my say to await the savant's call
To clear my mind and find the way, the truth that answers all
I looked and longed that I may find the path that sets one free
Yet still was chained for faith so blind could shed no light for me
Deliverance was not my gain if there is such a thing
But pious paragons I disdain who preach then loose their sting
And as I rest, my days but gone, and think what life's about
I wonder at these souls who shone and prayed through devilled doubt.
Heavens and hells, chimes and bells of high theocracy
Don't ring for me for all I see is rank hypocrisy.
Don't ring for me for all I see is rank hypocrisy.
A world was created where every individual believed that being represented
was essential as religions require symbols
to be interpreted by the ordained,
meaning of things provided for us like fertilizer on furrowed fields,
law & tax codes, medical knowledge, emotional expressions governed by consensus,
a democracy of dellusions,
dissent is dangerous and humility heroic,
where surrender preserves and patriotism perverts,
clowns kings and criminals having wings,
Medeval Christianity mastered markmanship of community authority seizing
the sugar of inventive intuition,
terrorizing the truth of personal experience,
thrones were tailored temptations, temples entrapments of greater mystery,
cathedrals collossal contraptions for centralizing consciousness, books burned,
jewels for fools & the fooled manackled to the alter of passivity,
masses being timid tools concentrating their energies on empire expansion,
exiled from ego,
crusades to crush criticism, a monopoly of memory
and torture the text of theocracy,
Cathars killed for lessons become occult,
unlawful cognizance of God within,
authority addicts abandoning their oaths to protect people,
subjects countrymen become,
being pledges & collateral for debts incurred for imperial improvidence,
babies of the masses transformed into bankers' bounty via certificates,
maturing securities on malignant markets of merchantile magic,
digital slave trade,
self governance gainsaid as being a primitive pathology,
a symptom of paranoia or maybe xenophobia,
personally voting on taxation, education and wars apostacy,
J.A.B.
Underneath a gorgeous forenoon sky,
In a lush and cool garden of delight,
The green pheasant lifts his exploring eye,
Calling his all wise sage beyond his sight.
His melodious song praises the divine One,
Whose luminance descends in a beam,
Touching within the shrine bright as the sun,
Turning every thing gold as in a dream.
The Lord rests now upon His noble throne,
Calling all to climb up the stairs of stone.
There my reverie of Jesus commenced--
The glory of His office deified,
His knowledge of man’s history there dispensed,
His science of the present thither described.
Wisdom of the future was His display,
Myself humbled to receive His cachet.
Five years of learning was spent at this shrine--
Proving command of as many disciplines--
Crossing the bridge from human to Divine,
His acute knowledge of miracles begins.
Then writing for His testimonial,
Also history that brightens the wise,
With focus on the rites ceremonial,
And how theocracy does authorize.
Divine authority added to His reign,
With the King’s seal He departs the domain.
The head, a divine messenger for human leadership
Holy scriptures with direct instructions stay as the constitution
Eradication of mixed opinions to keep the sheep completely homogeneous
Official orientation of any kind is void of different beliefs
Creed established and adhered to irrespective of the human right stand
Religion, the command, staff, seal and national identity
Administration under the lordship of some proclaimed unseen forces
Creating a political system tantamount to totalitarianism
Yielding to semi-molded exposure or even close mindedness of its citizens.
My confusion comes from too much doing. During the news
eating cheese and crackers, drinking wine, thinking the world
needs me.
Or the falling leaves, the days shorter but so much brighter.
How the cloud cover of the canopy has lifted to reveal
maybe God.
The longest continuous democracy may end in another theocracy.
A bunch of voodooists with their hocus pocus blessings
and understandings.
Bombs and poison. Grief. Chiseled, tearless face.
Chants gregorian. Her sad, clear, soulful missives from
the city.
Unbelievable acorn crop this year! Skate on them
like marbles. Last year was a maple year. The ash crop
significant, too.
But not the cherries. Or a single pear. Blackberries
held back too. Sure the towers were a violation, but they came to
hold community.
One stands not apart or alone but an individual within
his or her platoon. Committed to the mission and survival of
the platoon.
Fedex leaves a package. There is or is no anthrax
in it. It is our disappointment as Americans that the world cannot
be trusted.
Yes, New York is the enemy and brother of Kabul. How
does one reconcile those differing communities and be a non-
violent human?
With words. Wendell Berry's words. And service such as
the secretaries of state give, leaving when one's time and work
is done.
Staying in the diatonic. Agreeing first on rules of engagement.
Then engaging. Not stopping the fight or thought or song until the fight
is done.
When the world won’t let me be,
And religion just screams.
And everyone keeps telling me,
What they think I ought to think.
And by the looks of things,
I don’t think I want their version of peace.
Peace doesn’t blame,
Peace doesn’t shame,
Peace doesn’t scream,
Peace doesn’t always look the same.
And from what I’ve seen.
Peace can’t be summed up by your latest religious meme.
You see,
Truth isn’t always what you wish it to be.
It stands alone
And doesn’t rely at all on me.
You see,
Peace sometimes wields a sword.
Yet sometimes offers the other cheek.
You see,
Peace can’t be purchased with modern dime store democracy.
Can’t be controlled,
With shiite theocracy.
Or with bible belt hypocrisy.
Can’t be contained by your good deeds of mediocrity.
Although your store bought Botox smile may look down on me,
The gastric bypassed mindset,
May only see what it wants to see.
First world problems,
Of the “plantation’s” convenience,
Never solved the issues of humanity.
You hole up in your ivory tower.
Telling me I need to shower.
You’re hoping that you’re sin’s well hidden.
Refusing to attend
The feast to which we’ve all been bidden.
You find it quite embarrassing,
That I wear my sin out on my sleeve.
Open for all the world to see.
You see,
I’m trusting in the One that covers me.
His strength/my weakness.
That’s my building block of peace.
You see,
The Drummer in this band I seek?
He metronomes a different beat.
It lights my path and guides my feet.
And if it’s all the same to thee...
I’ll march a different road to Peace.
INDEPENDENCE
I have observed that America is a Democratic Republic with high values on the INDIVIDUAL
We are 50 States, some of whose economies rival other countries; yet we are one NATION.
Yes, we have fought each other in a bloody war; yet we are one and shall not be DIVIDED.
As a nation, we set our goals and aim for the heights, flying and soaring like the EAGLE.
We are not about “He, the President or He the Potentate”, but all about “We The PEOPLE".
Our nation is not perfect, but at its core, “We Believe That All Men Are Created EQUAL".
We are blessed and prosperous; and as a people, we pause to give thanks every NOVEMBER.
So often, similarities make great people; but the strength of America is its DIFFERENCES.
Some of our rights are granted through government; there are others that are God ENDOWED.
We have One President, 100 Senators, 435 Representatives, and Supreme Court Justices are NINE.
Our country is a Republic and not a Theocracy; but most of our founding fathers believed in a CREATOR.
It has been said that America is great because we are good; may our goodness long ENDURE.
Cj07/19/2015
Who the hell rings bells anymore
whether in a Capitalist society, a Theocracy, an Oligarchy,
or a Dictatorship
the DING has sure been taken out of the
rama dama ding dong
No ones home, the juries out
G-d is dead?
Shell, Chevron and Texaco
have reduced the life expectancy of people in the Niger delta
to 50 years ......
The Oil companies are fracking the hell
out of the water table ....from here to Canada and back
and guess what..then they can up the price of
BOTH oil and FRESH? water??
Who are the bell ringers [Ask Jessica Ernst how the water is in her well?]
Where are the bell ringers [hmmm, Canada?]
[Strangled in the nooses of corrupt governments]
DO say! Do doubt! Do think....
Take a whistle blower home for dinner!
Blinded by the stars [lulled into limbo by Flamingo dancers]
living vicariously ..voyeurs
peeping through the key holes of ****-holes
Pull yourselves UP..OUT, declare COMMIT
re-remember what it means
to have YOUR WORD mean something
re-remember what it means to be a friend.
Free yourself, for no one else will.
Fallacies RING true to the disempowered
there DONGs removed, their clappers plucked
Sex, drugs and Rock and Roll was the mantra
of MY age, and HELL NO I WON'T GO
our calling card.
*Thank you to my muse and friend Rueben O.
for inciting this ancient ding-dong :)
Please read his excellent write [Didn't Don't]
Mediocracy
Along the simple path we plod
Bureaucracy
With a maze of obstacles to trod
Autocracy
Also trying to dodge the hit squads
Theocracy
Steering clear, of banned lesser gods
Plutocracy
Ride on through, wielding big fat wads
Democracy
A minefield of all above, behind the facade
04/12/23
In a democracy, the leader aligns himself with the people
In a theocracy, the leader aligns himself with God
In a bureaucracy, the people fall in line behind the leader
In an autocracy, the people are peas in a pod
When a nation cries, death rides the reaper is a stride, the loss of reasons in a Ludacris season, where men of nations think they can control the population, the feminine wild, bound to a white populist ideology of ignorance and irresponsibility.
The skeletal hands grace this nation, as technology is at play to pull its strings and prime mistakes, a nation tires to hold the flame, to regain a simpler reason a singular season, but is lost to passion parades of progressive expressions, the right hand of the fool the left hand of man, the one to bring insurrection to the crown, to our country, our town and trying to bring the nation down…
The seat of our heart, the home of our brave, we cry black tears, as the nation is bound and freedoms truncated, we wonder why our freedoms are called into question and lost to the Idiocracy, to attempt to enthrone a false theocracy of lies and hypocrites as we sit ide, hands under ass as we watch or celebrate the death of our democracy.
When a nation cries, something of ourselves dies, and death reaps as it strides, in this loss of reason, we fear a coming dry season, where men of nations think they can control and destroy, the legacies of lies, hypocrisies of the things that divide, blind us to our hearts and minds.
The truth shall prevail, the rights of humanity will be victorious, we shall not go gently into that goodnight, but reap our rewards, into the total of our dedication. The coming white will overcome. The facts will set you free!
IS THERE NOW ANOTHER WAY, ANOTHER NEW NAME
FOR THE THEOSOPHICALLY THEOCRACY TO CLAIM
AND DENY THAT THE LORD FATHER, MAN DID MAKE
IN HIS OWN IMAGE, AND IN MAN FREE WILL DID INSTATE
AND NOW MAN DEEMS THE AUDACITY, THE LORD TO BLAME
AND THAT SOME HUMAN BEINGS DENY NOW THE FATHER HIS NAME
FOR DOES NOT ALL TENETS AND DOGMATIC DOCTRINES
FROM PEDESTALS ALOFT AN ORIGINATER SCREAMS
THE FACT THAT MAN HAS BEEN GIVEN FREE WILL
IS DECREED FROM HIGH, THOUGH SOME TO DENY IT STILL
EVEN ACADEMICS AND SCIENTIST THIS TRUTH NOW DECRY
THAT SOME-ONE, SOMETHING ALL THIS DID SANCTIFY
NOW THE LAWS OF LIFE AND THE LAWS OF THE LORD FATHER
ARE LAWS TO FOLLOW WITH CONSIDERATIONS FOR ONE ANOTHER
AND WHEN THESE LAWS ARE CAST ASUNDER
THERE IS NO ONE TO BLAME, FOR THE HAVOC, BUT EACH OTHER
WE HAVE FREE WILL TO CREATE FREE WILL TO LOVE
FREE WILL TO CHOOSE THE PATH HOME TO THE FATHER ABOVE
OUR FREE WILL TO DESTROY OUR FREE WILL TO MAIM
BRING UPON US ALONE OUR OWN PUNISHMENTS TO CLAIM
THERE IS NO ONE ELSE TO BLAME FOR OUR SHAME
BUT WE AS MAN ALONE OUR ROAD TO SANITY CAN ORDAIN
FOR THE LORD FATHER IS PURE LOVE OF THE HIGHEST
AND MAN CAN HIMSELF REDEEM IN THE LIGHT OF THAT GREATNESS.