Best Tyrannies Poems
If you are so proud
of your sensibilities and tastes,
so convinced that your arbitrary judgements
are infallible as heartbeats of angels,
if you are the sole instrument of God's grace and evaluations
then why don't you allow them to stand next to that which you condemn
for your peers and the world to judge,
why deny those immaculate tenets the glory
of intellectual and moral combat
to prove their legitimacy, their spiritual superiority
and not to become what they claim to understand and abhor,
who and what do you believe you are protecting,
its critics like you that retard the development of the Youth,
attempt to shame love and passion,
encourage the madness of tyrannies,
and succor the demons of oppressive cults,
does a rose hide itself in the shade,
does a beautiful sword dignify itself with wild slashes,
does the truth honor itself with silence,
does justice inspire with opinion,
Banish the bullies,
trip the trolls,
excise the malevolent,
leave passionate love alone...
I declare,
let there be contrast,
let there be Art -
J.A.B.
They want to burn the flag today
to them America's blood born banner
represents jingoism, a false heroism of a broken day
a culture illegitimate in divine manner,
feeling excluded from rich spiritual deposits
cursing the color of a People truly progressive
a breed disinterested in the Marxist and Maoist,
feminists and racists come to set fire to Liberty's starry votive,
impudently waving the national rags
of failed narco states and theocratic tyrannies
chanting dystopic glories of thuggish brags
with savage violence assaulting children, women, and men with American identities,
have they ever bothered to read the 1st, 9th, or 13th Amendments
will they ever realize the illusion of ideological hatred,
in our land they live with victory's compliments
yet grown fat on the lies they've been easily fed,
We, Americans, have a heritage, and citizenry
composed of good natured, disciplined hearts,
educated, informed, and compassionate to humanity,
folk, from every continent, creed and diverse smarts,
Come, you ignorant miscreants
come and burn this flag I wear with honor and pride,
come burn it,
Over My Dead Body!
J.A.B.
With flowing robes,
pungent herbs,
arching doors,
organic walls,
and eerie lights,
you take on trappings
of one thought evil.
Yet in you beats
an open heart—
one always skirting
curdled customs,
sterile allegiances,
trivial tyrannies—
one ever seeking
reunions with roots,
transforming spaces,
raw possibilities.
Not to die or to perish or to fall off a cliff
Not to disappear from the hearts of others
Not to drowned, stuck in a submarine
like a can of tuna. I never want to reek of tuna
or reek of cigarettes. I don't want to party
so hard I end up in jail, eating nutri-loaf.
Nutri-loaf is supposed to be nutritious
but it taste like pig-guts mixed with sawdust.
Not to end up on the news because some racist
murdered me in cold blood. They could kill me
because i'm gay, because i'm black, because
I do the right thing and have progressive opinions.
I don't want to get in a fight with a half-goat,
half-woman creature at a bar, but tyrannies
are so prepared to fight. I swear all tyrannies
carry pepper-spray and brass knuckles, which is why
I want to be friends with these people.
Do you know what an Ass Assassin is?
It's a gay man just like a **** Stabber
is a gay man. Lesbians don't really
have anything that funny to be called.
Some people call them Bean Flickers,
but that only makes sense if they are Mexican.
Everything is so mixed up these days.
Some people would say life is like a box
of chocolates. You never know what you are
going to get. You might get herpes or syphilis
Pray to god you don't get AIDS, but that's not
as bad as it used to be.It's worse to get audited
by the IRS. I don't expect much out of life,
but i hope to get better health insurance
and maybe if i am real lucky a girlfriend.
The Mother Earth
The fountain of your profound love
Gushing out with presents and gifts
Showering bounties, its treasure trove
To all mankind your love drifts.
Your rivers and seas, forests and fields
Are full of provisions to banish hunger
You do not relent to meet our needs
You distinguish not between rich and poor
Your hidden treasures are not clueless for us
Your gold, silver, sapphires, diamonds
And precious pearls invite us to transgress
You serve us fruits, resins, cashews and almonds.
We owe our strength and courage to you.
Our bright eyes, our beauty and robust health
Are all your gifts to be honest and true
Your contribution is no less in amassing of wealth.
Your dazzling days and darkness of nights
Are skillfully designed for working and rest
Your changing seasons innovation invites
When dead our body enters your chest
But thankless we are, we deface you with tar
We cut your trees and raise jungles of concrete
Our wastes poison your rivers, seas and air
And thus havocs like tsunamis greet.
You meet all my wishes and desires
I want much more, I can’t shed temptations
My closets filled with diamonds and sapphires
And garments of every description and narrations
You gave me dazzling youth and power
To ease my travel there is petrol, coal and gas
For my fields and gardens you gave shower
Colorful flowers, bees, butterflies like dancing lass
You gave me power, strength and courage
To face tyrannies of anguish you made me bold and tough
To confront life you gave me every advantage
My body strong like hawk and heart filled with love
I am lying on your grass spread like a rug
My mother come, give me a hug
Sintra, Portugal 6-12-2012
As I conclude each day
and year
and life,
conclude that life with death
refers only to LeftBrain ego's Past toward Future
ionic-ironic languaged consciousness,
too often angry about life
and therefore fear-filled about an untimely
and clearly inappropriate
not to mention unfair,
death.
Earth's Time memory
is stored in natural-systemic DNA/RNA regenerative folding
and unfolding egoclocks,
sequence,
rhythmic function,
a recycling journey of time traveling identities,
memory strings transcending generations
by transposing across the eisegetical communications
of any one ego-identified entity
Learning to harmonize in
on
with
within
a too strident humanizing nature
trying to invite more resilient
humane kindness and justice
To gift EcoTribal nature with humane nature
as a blessing for Earth,
from Earth,
with Earth,
for Earth's Advent,
inclusive of all species
and all natural economies,
and all RNA/DNA cellular cultures
of universal co-arising intelligence.
When divine love
and win/win neurosystemic kindness say
"I have nothing but time with you"
fear and anger are also saying
"I regret not having enough time
for my own anthrocentric agenda
right now,
between past's neglected anger
and future-fear depression
anticipating further repression
of this integral body
authentic mind
moment."
EcoLove and Ego's Kindness
only speak with present-tense consciousness,
which is all remaining communication
when neither future nor past tensions
tyrannies
terrors
win/lose dominate preverbal anxiety
Post-traumatic tension
and trauma-informed intension
of ego's fear and anger experience
Anger about past leads toward further fear
about repeating
and repeating
ego's degenerative abuse
and neglect
in Earth healthy life future.
To dissipate fear,
we have evolved curious Adventure
to co-empathically embrace Anger's
non-violent communication
About not repeating a negative judgy,
too Left-brain dominant,
toxic nontrauma-informed past
mono-culturation
Perpetuating anthro-privilege
playing a Win-Lose political game
toward ego-centric political economies
disabling RightBrain ecological pilgrimage
to AdventTransition Ego Away
Toward further
LoseMind/LoseBody
cosmological
devolutionary
deadly conclusions
And not not cobinary
positive health
Win/Win revolutions.
IT MATTERS NOT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
It matters not the price , I shall not cut and run
I will muster up the strength til the battle done
Unsheathe my sword, toil; til the conflict won
Should I perish before the victory is reached
I pray others will rise and fill in the breach
Crown your laurels there are acmes to reach
Challenge all corruption til the victory is won
Imposing evil ever ignored, ousted put on the run
All injustices challenged so truth can carry on
Evils unimpeded strengthen n continue to grow
Rise up and face them, administer the fatal blow
Lesson to all tyrannies to reap the sins they sow
Normal is normal - it is not abnormal
Right is not wrong - or logic is terminal
Subverting a culture of tolerances and reason,
All tyrannies threaten peace and stability.
Unreasonable tyrants from belligerent minorities
Menace tranquility with total hostility.
Up is not down - orange is not black
Air is not water - opinion is not fact
Using lies to spread a dangerous delusion,
With fascist hate speech - bully invective,
Political spin spreads fear and confusion;
Objective reporting is not politician subjective.
Telling a story is not - telling The Story
Oh worm
Earth was freedom
Hear the voice, turn away no more.
Hymn to beauty for the mob: the rights of man
I´ll sing you a song:
Men are born equal and free!
Which nobody can deny their rights in a Republic
A pretty cargo that nobody can deny,
Our constitutions.
Sweet the noble savage meet has sour souce.
The vanity and presumtion of governing
Beyond the grave the eternal laws of god
was the most ridiculous
And insolent of all tyrannies.
To bind
Or control
In any shape whatever
Without having no longer any participation.
No authority in directing its government
Or how to administrated the nation source of sovereignity.
An american indian made slave
Is the example of the Inhumanity of human trade
In the concerns of this world as under the labor laws kids all over the world
Are employed as slaves in Colombia, India, Africa, Azia.
Of liberty and rights I sing: freedom.
Little lamb
The right to pay no taxes
The right to raise a mob or riot
The liberty to overturn the state
The right to break through all the nations laws
Let all be equal.
For The oppressed, the injustice of the law is an example
Every man my brother was made
to why have one property and not another?
Then hail to libery
Reform and riot
Against the crystal cabinet
The laws that oppress the poor are unjust.
The poor people of the world unit
On the rejection of the bill for abolishing injustice.
Sears the young heart to images of woe
Injured women, rise , assert the right!
The miseries of man return
Too long degraded, scorned, oppressed
The multitude
Go gird
Of bright artillery
Conquest or rule
Outline the situation
What nature hast left common
The inhabitant of those cities the mental traveler.
And never forget our history.
in mass-produced photographs leaking
oils and plastics into oceans eternally
churning secret species speaking sonar
beyond the corridor of human tongues
awaiting arrivals admirals of slaughter promulgate
fading flags of kings and queens aging on God’s throne
as veins rise to the surface and lines on maps bulge winds
direct tyrannies toward destinations cultivated by natives
beholding prophecies piercing membranes of skylines
families gather in gluttonous homes quiet as guilt
consuming bounties bound in card-board consumed
by glowing signals processing visions of impotence
and incompetence revealing its radiating birthmark
shaped like a deformed diamond vapid as brutality
Old friend I fear no peace, no life’s atone,
only silent condemnation disguised -
this misfortune is mine and mine alone
and to that end I have philosophised.
To the wider picture of death and woe
and to the same fates of unventured love -
to life’s grim audit of joy and sorrow,
to dream to unknow what I am sure of.
We are a hostage to our tyrannies,
prisoners of old hostilities.
Locked away for life and time
and I fear the years have outlived mine.
That I be ambushed in early gambit
for my king was a sacrifice too great -
just a pawn in a game and I am it
plays out its capture and stalemate.
He not bared to his human desires nor
fruit on the essential vines thirsts alone -
and in the great fu*kening at my core
is an ache and fate that I must own.
We are a hostage to our tyrannies,
prisoners of old hostilities.
Locked away for life and time
and I fear the years have outlived mine.
Now a debt of faith is ransomed this day
and worse, a debit of an endless morrow -
a usury I must now bear and pay,
and from the heart this I had to borrow.
Yet I know only the end redeems all
but is late reprieve to a suffered heart -
there are no happy endings but withal
my spirit is gentled should I depart.
We are a hostage to our tyrannies,
prisoners of old hostilities.
Locked away for life and time
and I fear the years have outlived mine.
Written: September 1995
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Impartial
litigation is what
sustains democracies
Kangaroo courts are what
sustain tyrannies
Does the judge
represent the rule
of law or the decision
of an autocrat?
Tyranny flourishes
when decent people
do nothing
Those defending
the dictator
pirouette with a
nonchalant indifference
as the tappers stamp
defending their case
for justice with a determined
fierce percussion
With their hands in the air
The jurors must make their
decision, observing, confusion,
is there a resolution?
What shows a judge’s gavel impatience
Ultimately, we the jury are the people
Autocracy or democracy?
Tame thy shattered heart, with thou tragic tears;
of lost love tyrannies, of many truth less years.
I give you back my heart, fort it’s near a bust;
a ruptured, leaking vessel, pumps hatred and lust.
As the stars shine brightly, they softly speak your name;
the tongue slips gently, and casts it’s shameless blame.
Near a deadly defeat, of a broken spiritual bliss –
Casts one vibrant, beautiful star, which we’ll forever miss.
I’ll relinquish this guilt of who must now be found;
this diminishing self-serving star, whose now never around.
As the night turns into darkness, I’ll search for that star –
just to capture a glimpse, of this brilliant stellar very far.
And when I’m sad and lonely and are in need of my friend;
I’ll always remember that fading star and this broken heart I tend.
I’ll close my teary, weary eyes, and cast a wish far above –
Shine, shine little star – so brightly filled with love.
(i)
Hello, I say with silence,
but you don't seem to hear;
I'm close, i say with distance,
to you I'm all but near.
Hello, I say with words,
but you can't read through lines;
I'm scared, I say with smiles,
to you, I must be fine.
Hello, I say to others,
but that word was meant for you;
I'm all right, I say to everyone,
do you also think it's true?
Hello, I say,
but still you don't reply;
hello, I shout,
hello, I cry.
Hello, I wave with hands,
but they're shaky desperate, weak;
I have no air in me to breathe,
look, listen when I speak.
Hello, I say to you,
but you hear and turn away;
hello I scream and scream again -
is goodbye the word to say?
(ii)
Goodbye I breathe with silence,
but still I see you there,
as though my mute confusions
were a signal that I care -
as though my form of leaving
were a toothless paradigm,
and not a painful putsch
against the tyrannies of time.
Goodbye I say to minds
you greet, but the word was meant for you;
I have no time for gland hellos,
I wonder that you do.
Goodbye I say.
yet you remain;
goodbye but, oh.
your're there again!
Goodbye my gingers sign,
but they're shaky, desperate weak;
I have no air in me to breathe,
I have no room to speak.
Goodbye, I shout in turn,
but you still don't turn away;
goodbye, I scream and scream again -
is hello the word to say?
Only Time Will Tell
Is it possible to heal all wounds through time
casting off our mortal coils?
Life goes on regardless of
past tyrannies which will surface
striking at any time,
inhibitors to happiness or just a normal life
Time is a stream flowing out into an ocean of eternity
Shall it not deliver us from bruises and trauma incurred?
Only time will tell
The tyranny of memory a serenity
torn down by the traumas,
surviving the tyranny of memory, just surviving!
A strategy is necessary to rid oneself of the terror inside,
to endure and challenge this relentless bully
seeking relief in alternative avenues when the traditional fails
Depending on how we experience time, Rodin's
The Thinker for instance, in a pensive repose
His body twisted and rife with tension
aligned with prism color,
brushed in a glowing bronze,
titanium silvers, canary golds
and indigo blues embedded
Appearing to be idling time away to some,
whilst others see what truly
matters—his philosophy
Time truly heals all wounds
as we shed our mortal coils
Will not all pain and despair be left behind?
Finally ridding us of ourselves
leaving our ghost force to fend for its
self from the law and order of everything
of all matter and non.