More and more US politicians are talking openly of Jesus.
Fewer and fewer people in the US are going to church.
Fewer and fewer people are thinking about how He sees us.
More and more politicians leave us in the lurch.
It's sacrilege to question someone else's faith...
when we can't see into their heart.
It's sacrifice to question our own motive...
when we can't see past the tiniest part.
It's opportunism to turn the world upside down...
and hold the Word upside down.
It's opportunity ev'ry time it comes 'round...
ev'ry two or four years to turn things around.
Cognitive decline
follows chronic emotional neglect
Said the curious student
to teachers of dogma
Said the silenced sage
to muted musicians
Said the silenced voice
to the petrified dancer
Said the theologian
to exhausted bodhisattvas
Said the frustrated ecologist
to traumatized wiccan worshippers
Said the gospel sympathizer
to Old Testament victimizers
Said the scientific systems reformer
to irreligious deformers
Said the green-caste revivalist
to the caste abolishionist
Crown chakra abuse
follows root chakra neglect
because
Root chakra ignore
follows Crown chakra adore
Because my cognitive ethos decline
follows our chronically traumatized
eros neglect
As my disillusion
follows Earth's disempowerment
Re-cognizing humane ethotic decline
follows chronic divine erotic neglect
Not empowering transformation
not enlightening communication's
authentically engaging restoration
Intellectually sagacious incline
following polyamorously amusing
compassion.
Which comes first?
asked Justice Sage
of Peaceful Muse
Divinely inspired Peace
or Humanely expired Passion?
For amusing organic bodies
inspiring sage minds
perspiring pronoia purposes
While DivineSage minds
worship HumaneMuse bodies
anticipating deep sacred meanings
Unveil organic unitarian Muse
purposes flowing toward
prevailing universal sacred Sage
meaningful peace forms
Pronoia Gaia's hypothetical paradox
Gnostic God's metaphysical orthodox
How could SageMind remember anticipating
organically resilient purpose
without MuseBody religiously conjoining
sacredly resonant meaning?
Why would democratically organic bodies
reproduce belonging
autocratically irreligious minds
seduce longing
For sacred AnthroSage inspiring Peace
love songs refueling
Organic EarthMuse perspiring Passion
justice dances restoring
Which sacred longing first
comes organic belonging last?
asked peace perspiring MuseBody
inspiring SageMind passions.
To feel at peace
with other protagonists
in Earth's most generous creation narrative
May require forgiving past injustices
of the anti-religious antagonist within.
My MuseBody
needs to touch
feel
engage my SageMind
so my wealth-crowning SageWisdom
can perceive my health-rooted MusePleasure
Inside resonant
outside resilient
re-ligious revival climates
of peaceful mind/body communing
To feel at peace
with other Othered protagonists
engaging Earth's most generously creative
FlashWise SageMob
dance reweaving egoSage/ecoMusicality
voicing/choicing
bicameral co-intelligence.
I
God always wins the wager if we live long on earth... and even if we don't.
II
Some questions die with questioners; even if God heard the questioning daily (for 90 years)
III
If Jesus died for the sins of those born after 2000, will more from India and China be in heaven? Will whites be a minority in heaven?
IV
If race and color don't matter in heaven, God is miserly not to have given more practice here
And what of old Joe Biden
And all the lies he’s hid’en
For it don’t matter much
With which side you are sid’en
They all seem out of touch
With the county they’re divid’en.
For the eagle needs both wings
The right and left both “feathered”
To face the honest facts
Of what the county’s weathered
While clinging to beliefs
To which their minds are tethered.
All the voices and their rants
Irreligious solemn chants
Bagels defending scones
Armies marching on i-phones
As they order Uber-eats
And never leave their seats.
Beware the idle surge
Of the cardboard bearing purge
Lest you suddenly fall prey
Think a thought you shouldn’t say
As you pass a shuttered church
Where you dare not go to pray.
What has this to do with Biden
Battling windmills with his pen
And the myriad of “writers”
Who make his windmills spin
Twirling in the distance
With no why, or where, or when.
John G. Lawless
©11/24/2022
CRUSADE
The crusader brandished his stiff sword
sharpened
didn´t want
but beheaded idols
to liberate his inner temple
swift and passionate was his riding
saturated
didn´t want
but unpaved the temples
to remember the first stone
and had peace
on the way he clashed spades
bled
sparked spades
was blinded by light
floated in the void
and saw colors
earthly shades
and then kinetic spatial explosion
of unknown prisms
crossing cross crusaders
irreligious and revering
Battle me, ill thrash thee into dust
Warrior spirit bust with a carnage thrust to ya chest
Evolving the sun into my godliness throne
But the moon says i make her moan
So i gotta plant my seeds into her lunar drones
Midnight admission, crackhead addictions
Street corner benedictions
Minotaur inscription ending in nothingness
Its best that opal u-turns, burn the scar deep within
Dragon blends seethe swords conceived tainted lore
Belize believe nothing else comes close, cuz i wrote IN'I gourds
African soldiery and more, strike existence snare
Pour youth between thin air blocks columbine shocked
Aviators rocked I flew higher than they ever got
Stocks and bonds cropped akuma slash block
My talents germinate brain waves optimistic in nature
Irreligious vapors incompetent
Money rules the defense soon to trial, convictions vile
Shape up son, close is judgment interaction won
Unless hector had the gun and he was the one by your side
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