The world's oldest profession
is considered a crime
yet only the females therein engaged
are arrested fined or serve time
to all concerned
it's a business transaction
ain't nobody's but their own
providing satisfaction
money's the motive
with payment surrendered
and they have the means
for services rendered
but altho' the women may not have been kissed
if all involved are consenting adults
a victim here does not exist
Life, what a large canvas of karmic art!
We sketch as best can on its cosmic face—
With thinking head or with a feeling heart
And trace life‘s long journey with varied pace.
Some sketch with utmost care, some with raw flare,
None can what’s etched erase nor scratch apart,
But vacant-eyed at one’s own errors stare,
Keep painting still in abrupt fits and start.
Whilst destiny watches as if in fun
What people all their life may endeavour
To meet life's debt of labour that be done,
And then, the clock as strikes the closing hour
As if with consenting nod of heaven,
The journey run and curtain called, dream’s done.
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Sonnet | 04.09.2007 | art, dream, life, philosophy
When your heart and your head
Have a major disagreement,
Which body part should win?
Certainly not in every case,
But in 2020, my heart won.
Two of our dearest friends offered a gift to my
wife and me. My wife immediately consented
Without question, to the opportunity to go on an
All expenses paid cruise. I immediately said "No"
With my head, but I could not find the heart within
Me to say anything but "Yes".
Our friends had gone on 29 cruises and wanted
To share one of their greatest joys with us. Indeed,
I have what we call a bucket list, but going on an
Ocean cruise is not on my bucket list.
I confess that there was a secret war being waged
Between my head and my heart. With my calculating
head, I was losing one of the biggest conflicts of my life.
Moreover, by consenting to accept the gift, I learned
Experientially, a great lesson about selflessness.
Due to circumstances related to the COVID-19 virus,
The government canceled the scheduled cruise.
Notwithstanding, the heart of our dearest friends will
Forever have a special place in our hearts.
Nothing good ever came out of hell
we all can see the enemy works on people's fear
The fruits of disaster has been sewn into those consenting
freedom has the choice to move without restraints attached
removal of these rights has turned the system of law upside down
passing laws that amount to curfew status in a time of war
dictators that close down all opposition and homegrown truths
The twisted tongues of oppression manipulate words forked
a new breed of public figures emerge justifying murder
control the masses and you have an army defending the deceiver
consenting adults
locked eyes restricting the flow
a shared submission
I suppose there’s a difference
between voluntary and involuntary servitude,
maybe in the same way consenting adults
enter into all sorts of degrading personal situations
which otherwise would be major felonies,
but when it’s happening
it doesn’t feel much different;
servitude is servitude after all.
As the Great Bard once said,
“you have to serve somebody”,
and the spectrum of service certainly is broad;
from uplifting and honorable
to enslaving and degrading,
but technically it’s all service,
service to others
service to our own karma,
and in service comes sacrifice.
I suppose there’s a difference
between voluntary and involuntary sacrifice,
but when it’s happening
it certainly doesn’t look much different,
but it is.
The power of will
can overcome any adversity
turning hardship into opportunity,
curse to blessing.
And this power is important,
but what is the power this will is balancing;
what is it that sets the whole into motion?
Maybe as we serve others, serve the situation,
we discover simply
it isn’t us.
(7/2/23)
This LeftMind dominant
viral virtue
of practicing RightBody patience
Is a coverup
for feeling deep impatience.
Feeling impatient is not as hopeful
as exploring active curiosity.
Curiosity
about why someone,
including my own anthro-privileged self,
would default to live win/lose
competitively
When our healthiest,
and safest
economically enlightened
and politically empowering experiences
have always grown choices to live
liberally
radically
integrally
EarthTribally
sacredly
neurosystemically
ecologically
more fully win/win,
cooperatively co-invested.
Passionate curiosity might kill the occasional cat;
but probably not more deadly
than dispassionate lack of curiosity.
Besides,
passionate curiosity can also be more fun
than boring impatience
More joyful,
than sad
mad
bad
More curiously glad
even appropriately win/win consenting adult/adult lusty
More sad/glad soulful
preferring mindful disciplines
like healthy therapeutic dances
and well-sung
resiliently brilliant love songs.
1.The dogma of atheist does not contain any stance
(positive nor negative)about any form of incest.
about pig eating,about swine soup,about fried frogs,
about consensual gaang baang etcetera.
2.Moreover,most atheists do not customarily condemn
the very practices that religion condemns,
for example,idolatry,adultery,and homosexuality.
3.Atheists do not constitute a cohesive or powerful group.
4.They argued that as long as sex is between two consenting
adults,then it should be permitted.
5.It is an act that is morally or naturally wrong and it should
be punished by law.
The One who writes the music
In notes of hope and peace,
Leaving out the darkness, embedding
Grace that relieves…
The One who writes the story
Between joy and faith,
Echoing life through the pages
Inspiring such thanks….
The One who writes the moments
With a pen of sun and rain,
Silencing the worries, easing
Even the past…
The One who writes the smiles
Through intimacy and light,
Foresees the edges of sweet joy,
Enlightens and enlivens…
The One who writes my colors
In hues of wonder and love,
Brightens all my heart’s yearnings
With dreams forevermore…
The One who writes my journey
Through blessings so unique,
Miracles and Godsends – consenting
To bring me a full book…
This volume is made up of wonders
Far more beautiful than the eye can see,
Far more brilliant than the sunlight,
Far more amazing than I can explain
For it comes to those who know Him
The One who writes with a creative hand,
The One who inspires and understands,
The One who answers all my prayers.
Because of Him, I know what it means
To love beyond my wildest dreams!
I can reach you by quick email, downright,
Can text you in the middle of the night.
I can call wherever you're on the map,
Given WiFi is on and What’s Up app.
Social media plays rewarding roles,
As a fake façade for the seeking souls.
As soon as I exit the Facebook page,
I'm a lone actor on an empty stage.
Virtual vortex, an illusive trick -
There is no escape with a button click.
PC consumed our consenting mindset,
Captured and trapped in online phishing net.
Shall we ever break loose, lively and free
From contagious web of digital spree?!
Let’s turn gadgets off and learn again how
To connect and to listen - here and now.
I'd trade distant chats between you and me -
To get together for a cup of tea.
January 24, 2023
Contest: Acquaintances and Neighbourhood Poetry
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
consenting consort
a silvery fluorescence ~
liquid lightning flash
(November Full Moon – Algonquin)
She’s a lyrical dame with a sexy refrain
Creeping cat-like out of the dark,
Crossing the high bridge, the wind at her back,
On the hunt like a hammerhead shark.
She caters fetishes, routine and ritual,
Plus a few that are rather unique.
She’ll treat your fever with high-grade medicinals
On the banks of the fabled French Creek.
She performs all the obvious favors
That involve the way a vixen behaves.
And when you crave a particular flavor
She consents like a rented-out slave.
She’s a practical dame with a sorry refrain
Slinking sideways into your bed.
Making hard things simple as summer rain
While clearing the space in your head.
And should you consider the hand she’d been dealt
When her pimp turned her out on the strip,
Consenting transactions are all well and good,
But you might also leave her a tip.
follow love’s scent
heart consenting
ascent assured
10-December-2021
These concealed agenda,
unravelling soon,
Stage by stage,
man a captive to man,
manipulated,
"Liberty" is lie,
they make the boundaries,
Locked in the prison in summer
separated in winter,
distancing like foes,
disguised as animals,
collective condemnation,
these theories.
That condemns congregation,
prohibits association,
suspends education,
closed the offices,
and makes me poorer,
compelling dependency on handouts,
These Fears that Originates from Wuhan,
embellished by the media,
accepted by the doctors,
empowers their reset,
depression and fears, the tools,
beleaguered minds consenting to the suspense of their brains.
apoplexy aroused before the force,
There goes your rights to say No,
Sick or not, a Jab.
vaccination by force,
consent unnecessary,
Your right fritters away.
Here comes the medical Rape,
without my consent,
Do not Rape me.
The cosmos sees itself through the individual eye,
creating space from limited believes not shy.
Whispering firmament reflecting source consenting dreamer,
detached magnification of a rhetoric believer.
Contemplated exhibition of natures trance,
echoes from eons past to purpose advance.
Redemption of all things by beauty,
the art of life force creation and its duty.
Philosophical reign of liberty by light,
mind clothed with wings takes flight in that sight.
Gathered rays entangled breathing beams,
radiant apparition tempers in forms of seems.
Unexhausted spirit where discord can not be,
immortal progeny imagined mystery.
Where intuitions swarm in harmonious wisdom,
the essence poised for all sainted blossom.
The soul in timeless sphere is waiting for the view,
until it dreams in the threshold of the new.
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