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I used to fantasise about gangsters,
A bad guy who would change for me.
The movie industry told me, the music videos and news stories.
Men acting like children or women dancing like trash, those were my options.
A young Dancer, trying to experience culture that was growing and never stopping.
A young girl from a comfortable culture, new and made of many.
Running from her own but false ideals of authenticity and creativity, constantly played to me.
Processed my grief as a young one, listening to music that was meant to keep me poor.
Promised the artists abundance and left them soulless and sore.
I was in IIn LA in 2015, on skid row, overwhelmed with what to feel.
Standing with William, 17, an ex singer in the church I was giving with... Who had just finished a drug deal.
He told me he could sing, I dared him in my naivity.
He belted Amazing Grace at the top of his lungs, his sound vibrated through the city.
Walked along Hollywood boulevard the next week, stayed in Beverley Hills.
Did no one ing see this from my tour group?
No dots connecting? How are you sleeping still?
Clung onto appropriation as a way to honour what I always knew,
Though grew to disown and rebuke the influences that stuck with me while I grew.
False masculinity, femininity, the furthest from the healthy woman I wanted to be.
Expected to speak on and shake my appendages,
Overload my expenses and for fun, poison my mind.
Young white girls throwing gun hands and popping for thousands, creeps watching, satisfied.
Not advocating for anything, just other appropriators at the desk.
Ticking boxes, discussing talent, deciding who's less.
Sequins and pigtails, thigh slapping and Tik Toks...
I can no longer identify with mainstream competition dance tetris, which is facaded as Hip Hop.
1. Victimisation or Oppression
2. Selfishness/Greed
3. Discrimination
4.Dishonesty/Lies/Bull/Hypocrisy
5.Pompousness/Arrogance/Too much unnecessary excessive Hubris
6.Jealousy/Envy
7. Spite
8. Excess Meticulousness
9.Overeating and gluttonousness in terms of craving for wealth or money
10. Disloyalty/Betrayal including Disloyalty to One's Core Values.
11. Cultural Degradation and Neglect.
12.Ultra Perfectionism.
13.Anyone who claims he or she does not like Music or Poetry.
14.Anyone with an unfounded disdain or hate for his/her fellowman or fellow person.
15. Despair & Pessimism.
16. Calling a spade a leaf.
17.Those who are prone to promoting or advocating violence in any shape or form.
Standing in the garden, as I listen to the sound of the fluttering humming birds
Touch of Spring memories linger in the air as I stand at a complete loss for words.
Taste of wild honey from bumble jumbo honey bees
Romancing the palette of my mouth as I enjoy the sweet summer breeze.
Burst of colorful hues camp around me with all of nature’s natural creation
Beauty at its best without any flaw or abrasion.
Destroy the garden
Without sorrow nor pardon
Feel not pity and have no mercy
Excuses shouldn’t take no curtsy!
Excuses are solely mere lies
Clothed in deceptional disguise!
O how we nestle and cradle excuses drifted by the breeze
Constructing for them a nesting place in the hammock by the trees.
We crave honesty from others
Yet, hold tightly to excuses as if they were our brothers!
Care no more to build your excuses a rocking cradle
For those excuses will prove to be, someday, fatal
To self and others in the future – unforeseen –
To your goals – to your visions – and even your dreams!
Tear down the Garden of Excuses you have built
Let it all wither, dry and wilt
Make no more habitats until your excuses find a new lodging place
And stop yourself from advocating the case
So that you continue to harbor fictitious excuses
‘Lest you lock your garden gates to truth when it accuses!
How many dreams unreached?
How many goals have been breached?
How many visions never seen?
How many achievements achieved with spleens
As your excuses lay-on back
Retaining nothing but an empty sack
Cradled and nestling in your garden’s court
Delegating and demanding truth to abort?
Tear down the garden
Let your heart and mind harden
Without mercy nor pardon
Excuses are but lies deserving not your courtesy
For all excuses bring you nothing but malicious fallacies…•
Bounded by honourable hearts
Delicious dreams gravitating the mind
Gleam sunset patching life with brightness!
As autumn rain effectuates its pledge
While stars evince my inner desires,
I do believe.
Gazing at the blue sea reinventing itself
Advocating serenity in my path
To unearth calmness of life
I do believe.
With ecstasy and cheeriness painting my journey
Beauty of the earth gracing the eyes
Diluting grief to nothingness,
To stimulate me believe:
There are notable forces in life than hopelessness…
There is a rationality behind every drop of rain,
Love waiting out there,
And that I do believe.
When I perceive peace pledge – peace…
Starry sky hiking with confidence,
As I journey beyond the woods,
With adoration sanctioning the love of someone
Ancient mysteries concealing themselves,
Glowing recollections salvaging my delight,
Faith capturing the vicinity…
Sanctioning misty rains to grace the occasion, while….
Succouring me recoup my optimistic moments,
…. I do believe….
The poet with his mighty pen,
Warrior for all women and Men.
Using words that all can afford,
Phrases mightier than a sword.
With eloquent prowess a tale,
Powerful thought for a ship to sail,
Gentle and tender lacking power,
To grow a bouquet of a dainty flower.
A poet can render you to tears,
Or dispel your wildest fears.
Poetry forges a bridge sublime,
Between now and the earliest of time.
Bringing your imagination to play,
Or educating with facts of the day.
Images beyond your wildest dreams.
Passion intense and whimsical scenes.
Fantasy to delight the hardest heart.
Adventure that really stands apart.
Wisdom handed down through the ages.
Enlightenment gained in poetry book pages.
Its such an easy way for children to read.
Just a short line at a time for them to heed.
Poetry can create a new world, in a single verse,
Or try to better things that are definitely worse.
Poetry can throw a damper on such actions as wars,
And stand tall advocating efforts of a good cause.
The good word of our Lord above,
Is often coupled with the Peace dove,
With sincerity in the words that were spoken.
It can remind us that they mustn’t be broken.
Heaven's (to Betsy) dis allow
wing danger fields vow
wing to protect and bless
beasts and children – endow
wing inadequate livingsocial
egads, fore-fend, now
a days such simultaneous show
whirring, or bath,
asper in above - flow
whir a sad comment
aery on humanity,
when one cannot,
but be faulted bestow
wing unforgettable sibling
camaraderie making
a splash together -
holy cow
"big brother" watching quickly
contacted and how,
hastening to doorstep
child welfare pow
were fully advocating
(nee demanding)
legal custodian to bow
with demands...,or else...
get locked up in tow
handcuffed if in sub
ordinate or cause row
dee ness regard
ding custody of
minor, no go
even though dependents
only freshly crow
wing out of toddler
call robin hood,
to help post bail
necessitating scraping dough
such nonchalant
activity, would grow
into flagrant sexual abuse know
tub bull lee i.e. pedophilia poe
tent shill strongly predicted,
especially ho...ho...ho
Christmas holidays,
where queen tush
scent shill average Don Joe
Jacob Jingleheimer
Schmidt sits on Santa's lap,
(a veritable stranger),
this practice oddly enough
acceptable to status quo
ordinarily kids
should think "whoa"
upon being accosted, confronted,
detained...and NOT slow
to run the other way pronto!
Grace
is not the rather loose reputed love of choice
after natural laws of Earth's justice have been primally satisfied.
Nor is Mercy,
her sister,
a gratuitous co-passionate remainder,
icing on the after thought of justice cake,
after having had Her revengeful way
for sins of our enslaving Fathers.
Rather,
Earth's nature-spirit laws
for protecting nutritional rights and equity
are the evolving justice of last resort
when intrinsic co-empathic trusting grace
has been rejected too often already
within some connecting string of incarnation,
some sacred identity we might and could love
as organically transcendent life itself.
The primary health role of nature's nutritional law,
protection against ecocidal toxins,
security from anthroprivileged injustice,
absence of co-empathic therapeutic trust
as presence of community co-immunity,
is to support effective deep meaningful anticipation,
and not over-reactive wide purposeless anxiety,
toward full development of richly resonant transgenerational relationships,
political and economic musecology.
As a materialistic, yet healthy-social, song and dance species,
we have spent far too much energy
on advocating the triumph of just political relations,
rather than justly cooperative and inclusive economic co-ownership,
rooted in co-empathic gratitude
through listening to and with suffering oppressed fractured species,
stories speaking to our own compassionate voices within,
advocating for future generations of EarthTribe peace.
When our relationship with EarthTribe's Commons
is more about protection from material harm
than loving sustained healthy relationships
rooted in natural-physical
organically inter-religioning
co-infested gratitude for compassion
and outraged attitude against Othering dispassion,
then we are significantly inside and outside the comfort range
of thermodynamic balance,
co-arising trust,
where Grace deteriorates into BadKarma
and restores into GoodKarma
as decomposition informs gratitude's re-incarnate potential
Grace's wealthy step-sister room
for Mercy's further transgenerational
trans generational
transgene rational healthy growth.
Our forest habitat
gusts breezes
across our skins,
as darkness slowly turns
toward bright sky light.
My son
who cannot walk
nor speak his name
talks vociferously forth and with
and adding as this morning breeze
together part of Her embrace,
playful tickles
across his advocating happy Yanging face
teaching out and taking in, as possible
what and whom is impossible
for any of us to see,
whether blind as he
or sighted as we
might actually hope to be.
D is an avid scooting son
toward virgin forest greetings,
able to smell and feel morning seasons and rhythms
of days and night,
dark and persuasively gusty bright
flow of solar and lunar breezes
across our democratic EarthBound skins,
nurturing solidarity
older than concrete avenues toward cities
of overwhelming unforesting,
unraveling
tribes producing what once was nutrition,
good food more than fake food,
healthy love of gusty bright mornings
over toxic repressed-yin darks,
nightmares of climate acclimation
to separating multi-sensory linguistic pathologies.
D's life is liturgy of love
blemished only by occasional aversions to entrapment
and suffering alone
when we might become possible
to produce healthier webs of cooperative nurture
together,
Dad and D
as We.
Daranyani D,
celebrating sacred forest winds
as feminine matriarchal principles
gracing his brown naked skin.
Diversity of days and holonic nightdreams,
democratic nutritional pluralism,
principles of forest reweaving civilizations
older than cities
surrounded by fading cultures of wealth
through deforesting this EarthTribe Morning
which,
on its very best warm gusty day,
has become worthy
of concelebrating Daranyani D's
forest optimizing breezes,
liturgies of EarthTribe's
Secular Out and Sacred In
brightest elder
matriarchally principled
(0)Soul bilateral sacred brain-dance,
Elder RightBrain
Still-PolyCulturating Light-RainDance
Choreographies Sacred (0)Sum EcoPolitical
BiCameral Green-Dominant.
Just like his preachy, but basically happy, ElderDad
co-eco incarnating
our forest habitat
gusts breezes
across our naked wrongs and rights,
as darkness slowly turns
toward bright returning sky light.
Exuding cheerfulness
along their contagious smile
they never fail to glow…
indeed, sharing the blessings of God
while fulfilling charity pursuits.
Passionately devoted to life-building endeavours
willingly, they reach-out to others with care
showing Christ's love, peace and hope
being a help in distributing relief goods
advocating justice for the oppressed and abused
cheerfully giving out advice to those seeking counsel...
striving to bring to the hopeless, helpless, and hapless:
gift of the Almighty, sealed by divine grace, mercy and joy.
As their partner
in the field of volunteerism
I pray that the Lord would abundantly
grant the desires of their hearts...
midst genuine faith in Christ
that strengthens despite trials
so they would continue serving* in their blessed stature.
*Romans 12:11 Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord.
May 25, 2020
Edited on June 30, 2021
1st place, "A Brian Strand July 2" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/2/2021.
Someone special died because you drink and drive
Dear drunk driver I want you to know
Forgiveness is a fire enlight save souls
Maybe you live
Maybe you are deceased
Maybe you forgive
Maybe you are hurting
Blue you blue drink
Driving reckless quicker
Lives are linked
cause you can’t handle liquor
You didn’t care
You knew you were drunk
Car a weapon killing daughter or son
What if it was your mama
Or your daddy
Broken and bleeding
Screaming and crying
Wrapped around a tree
Or on the highway
What if your wife and child
Died that day?
Someone special died because you drink and drive.
Every day and holiday a family sighs
No more birthdays or 4th of Julys
No more phone calls or smiles from bright eyes
Victims who died because you drink and drive
Those who survive have hard work to do
Physically, therapy, or creating life new
advocating for cause for spiritual mending
Creating a bridge from tragedy to winning
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