Long Abusively Poems

Too many times sadly
too seldom gladly
I must learn to trust
Earth's future more

Both Father Sun's timeless 
rounds of enlightenment
and Mother Earth's
codependent rhythms
regenerating rich 
empowering 
soulful soil
and surfing seas

And this trusting more
impels healing trauma's lessons,
surviving hale and...

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Disciples: How will we know True from False Prophets?

Teacher: You will cooperatively discern them
by their polyculturing love.

When does fear that disasters are becoming too relentlessly true,
masquerade as anger that such events and facts and trends
must...

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I wonder how many parents of students
suffer from studying and teaching white nationalism
against tides of multiculturing change.

And I wonder what our school boards
and state departments of bored children and family thinkers and doers
feel about child...

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I don't know,
S/He said,

(right winged left
exhaled downstream
past everyone's egopaled head)

If God is dead
and also much too Capitalistic,
LeftBrain dominant hegemonalistic

(like water to a philosophical shark)

If God is straight
and white
and a patriarchal supremacist accountant
calculating monoculturally ambitious values

Then...

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A HUMBLED MAN

A humbled man
Listens to the wisdom
His mother has instilled in him

A humbled man
Will take that wisdom
And apply it to his life

A humbled man
Will learn how to be a man
Through the Word of God

A...

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Deep within me...
I as one feel so lovely... 
I barely...
have a torn part within me that was abusively...
hurt because of you...
I love you...
Cause we as one do good things...
Good collaboration...
you are my only...
explanation... 
when my...

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It's easy to see
It's more important to be
pro-life 
than pro-choice
if one must prefer to choose
to win or lose 
robust healthy life.

Are you pro-life
or pro-choice?

Both.
Pro-choosing resilient EarthTribe life
for everyone.

Do not confuse pro-choice
with pro-death,
Or pro-life
with anti-integrity unhealthy...

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The soldier’s gone march
Like soul mates never depart
These soldiers gone march
While you struggle to understand this art
The soldier’s gone march
By no means am I apologizing
But I will admit
That these were the time I could not...

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We are not
Your victim 
anymore
This is 
sheer peace
No more
being
manipulated
beaten
and verbally
down trodden
We wanted
you to
change
But how
could you
When
you only
got 
disgustingly
worse
We are
free
You hate
the other 
gender 
Your abuse
is manipulative
violent
and demeaning
You choose
as your
victims
damaged
genders
abused since
childhood
To reopen
wounds
with
sexual degradation 
physical beatings
and verbal
tyranny
And
you are
proud of
your...

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There are very few ones who care
There are very few who share;
There are few who affectionately glare
Number of those specials are undoubtedly rare.

People whom you can trust blindly
People whom you can forgive kindly;
People whom you...

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By

STREET CRIES

AM I ASHAMED OF ME 
SEE THE CITY WHERE I LIVE NOT OFTEN I SEE ME

MY JOB TEAM ONLY HAS ME 
THAT LOOK LIKE ME

IS IT POSSIBLE THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN ME

WOMEN THAT I...

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Seven years old, abusively violated!
Only useless refuse left after 
The extraction of my innocence
Live prey, left an empty shell!
Ten years old, 
Mixed with a blend of conflicting entities
Existing entirely as an irregular frail unit
Not speaking...

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