If but one- roomed for
A dim lit shy one's
Quiet corner view
For a heart at peace, so lodged
And so fixedly
A more bless'ed place
What towered, royal
The ancient past o'er.
Facing, what for world's dangers
Scanned, defensively.
Why did they name it a freeway to begin with
Honestly it doubles your chances of getting hit
Drunk drivers and those with road rage throwing fits
Constantly driving defensively to avoid a near miss
Are the ramp meter lights really controlling the traffic
It causes more confusion when an idiot drives past it
It's on this road that the impatient show themselves
Another reason the insurance comanies are high in their sells
People changing lanes like they're under the influence
Tailgaters are annoying and also drivers with no insurance
If an accident happens anywhere on the freeway
Artificial traffic builds from the nosey looking that way
Then when lanes aren't moving but yours starts to
Someone always dares to dash right in front of you
You also have those who try to cheat the carpool
Even break through the solid lines just to roll through
That freeway business can be too much for me
To avoid that madnes I rather take the street
You are the pickiest eater she said
And I thought we were friends
There you are playing in your food he said
I looked at my plate; it was not playing
Do all friends criticize or just my friends?
I look at the skeleton of my cake
I ate what I wanted, I say
Not defensively, but matter-of-factly.
They look at each other and snort
Maybe not friends at all
I can do better
Given as a gift
But seen as punishment
He clothed them in skin
Bound with animal
To roam in fear
Manifesting man's sin
Self-preservation
Defensively moving
To find a place of rest
Knowledge for longing
That reached to take
What was NOT given or blessed
Insolence identifying
Pride roaring about
Against authority
Necromancy of old
Connecting the worlds
To gain the final majority
S...K...I...N...
Meant to be shed
For clear, strong connection
Moving in freedom
With FATHER LOVE
Ending possibility of insurrection
Do you still have SKIN...
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-13-2022
Sometimes
when a living outside
and kinda stale inside
property
relationship
or a good faith community,
an originally cooperative
property co-investment,
has been neglected
for too long,
Then those properties
and those relationships,
seem to suffer
from systemic
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,
Those who live there
and those contracted to serve them
respond defensively,
"Well, if nobody else cares,
why should I?"
A culture of economic
and political
and social
and psychological
and spiritual
and physical health care neglect
occupies this formerly cooperatively co-invested intent,
hoping for, one day,
a fully incarnated community
of unconditional trust
and beautiful regard.
The antidote
to a competitive culture
of devolutionary,
pathological neglect,
is a cooperative polyculture
of revolutionary
healthy co-invested wealth.
Both cultures,
like all cultures,
are virally contagious.
I’m Imagining a place where we make sense - the hot-chocolate
safe-house where we’ll tongue wrestle, watch Gossip Girl reruns
and cuddle - sustained by love and Cinnamon Life cereal.
This dark, coffin-like clock in the corner whirrs, mechanically.
Suddenly a little yellow-clock-bird bursts, jumping-jack-like,
through a tiny door on a blue, tongue-suppressor diving board.
“Cuckoo!” it shrieks, to mock me. “Shut up!” I say defensively
but it repeats, “Cuckoo!” like an oracle - an unfeeling instrument
of adult logic.
I drive as if the rest of the vehicles are speeding bullets
because in truth they can be, except they might do more damage.
I drive defensively with my window cracked about an inch.
I do not want to be surprised when a firetruck cuts my car in half.
I turn my head when I change lanes because there is a blind spot.
Those who do not believe in a blind spot are not here to brag about it.
I was pulled from a swimming pool when I was 7 years old
gasping, frightened, cold
must learn to be water safe before I go in over my head
I was struck by a car when I was 9
bruised, shaken, embarrassed, but very much alive
must learn to look both ways
I was told my pneumonia was touch and go when I was 14
I'd never seen a doctor look so worried before
must learn to rest
I took a corner too fast on my bike when I was 17
cut, bleeding, startled
must learn to ride more slowly around corners
I was rescued by a lifeguard at the beach when I was 22
frightened by the immense power of the ocean currents
must learn to respect the rip tide
I was thankful for the seatbelt in a collision when I was 28
rattled by the poor judgement of the drunk driver
must learn to drive defensively and never presume safety
I emerged unscratched after spinning 360 on a wet freeway at 47
protected by a guardian angel from a potential fatality
must learn to check my tire treads and drive slowly
Not knowing the preciousness of life
until it was nearly snatched away
dear life, I love you so!
written 3 Aug 2020
Our most humane possible objective
has become Earth's most sacred healing subject.
We feel better
after listening more holistically
and less defensively
less conservatively bought and sold
during rapaciously disinvested non-conversations,
against healing cooperative integrity subjects
Humane vocations invite
therapeutic whole-system thinkers
and doers
and polypathic fluent ambidextrous feelers.
My most humane political objective
is Earth's most sacred ecological health
and economic wealthy subject.
Just wanting to lose some winter time size 12 blues
and come down one size, maybe two
is hard to do when one gets older
my "Audrey" stomach growing defensively bolder,
Saying "feed me, feed me" as I pass by the grocery store
stopping to shop "Audrey" starts to annoy me even more
growling like a fierce lioness defending ones cubs
I hold my stomach as if to smother and give it a nudge,
The women shoppers around me can relate and nod
knowing that its swimwear season like were peas in a pod
whereas going down the cookie aisle is like being in a gauntlet
the oatmeal raisin and chocolate chip cookies reach out as if to taunt us,
With "Audrey" becoming embarrassingly loud and brazen
I spy a little sample booth which is a heavenly haven
as I gulp the sample down as least for now "Audrey" is slightly satisfied
until homeward bound pass by all the fast food places on my drive...
7-2-17
It's God's Word from above; “There is no greater love
Than to lay down your life for a friend!”
Would you take up the task (if an angel should ask)?
Flee with tail between legs (like the wind)?
If your life saved your child, would your death be reviled?
Tell me what if a girl disappears?
Man attacked by a bear, in the woods, would you care?
Can their loss not be all it appears?
If a thief robs a man? Do you help if you can,
Or express just your moan of regrets,
Invest time in the gym, thinking life’s looking grim,
And defensively pay off old debts?
Do you point then with pride at the one by your side,
As a proof of the love you profess?
Tell me where's Bible say, that great sex is the way,
And the wellspring of all happiness?
Sex is small thing like gnat, just a tit for a tat,
And imbued with more weight than deserved,
But to lay down your life, for a mate, for a wife,
Shows commitment with nothing reserved.
Just consider Christ's love, did it come from above,
If you could would you die to save Man?
Whether crazy or sane, Christ embraced human pain,
Love in Truth, He completed the plan.
Brian Johnston
June 21, 2017
when did we stop.
how did your open face
close its door...
it was alive before
why does your back
say more
than determined
silence on closed lips
tweed fishbone pattern
second skin, defensively
crafted around
dismissive gestures
where did we halt
increasing pace
did we displace
what once was harmony?
***
May 25, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Always, bees compete defensively.
Each flower grows healthily.
Infection junkies kill lustfully.
Managed nuks offer perfect “Queens Royal” –
Sadly, techniques use viruses’
willfully x-terminating young zygotes.
12/28/2016
US AGAINST THE WORLD
Us against the world,
The purity of our love toss their lives around,
Their souls might be an ignorance of our love
But tall shall we stand to defend our course.
The moon become happy when we are together.
Let tomorrow lost in the mind of their yesterday,
Not in our world shall I see you fall defensively
Like the troublesome rain of August.
For in you lies the dreams of a thousand generation.
The sun becomes delighted when we hold hands together.
March my spirit. With the soul of your love,
Let's make the whole world spin around disquested.
Us against the world, you and me against them all,
Never shall we treat the earth like heaven
Where angels glories glow and glamour
Gloriously like the last day of transfiguration.
Silence the drum of my disturbed heart with love
Together we can lift the world of its crimes,
Together we can defend our course against the world.
Us against the world, me and you against them all
With the greatest tool of defense.... Love
The storm was called historic
Before it even hit,
The weathermen euphoric,
As reports they did submit.
They closed the subways and the schools;
Prevented cars from driving.
The pols used all their lofty tools
For snow not yet arriving.
The Broadway theaters shut their doors;
Museums followed suit.
The gyms were shuttered and the stores,
Decisions resolute.
And after all was said and done,
The blizzard never came.
Though all were wrong, there wasn’t one
Who’d shoulder any blame.
Defensively the bigwigs boast,
“We made the right decision;”
But I am one of quite a host
Who view them with derision.
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