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Just when you think memories die
They say your life flashes before your eyes
Silent nights
Scripts of peace in a new born life
Hunger in days
Taken back less for what poverty weighs
A couple visits to I-C-U
Now as a ghost I see you!
Pain inhabits reflection
My anger and aggression
Smiles and faces
Childs and different races
In my final poem
I lay it down a mercenary
Look to heaven with no commentary
Double jeopardy,
A sinner plagued with leprosy
Broken jewels in hands of an innocent man
It's going to be a little blood shed
For the faces that weren't fed
Walk as mortals on the Day of the dead
Even in God's hands there’s a little bloodshed
In black hot hue
Let the volcano spew
Everything changes
Every aggression is spent
Every narcissist disappears in himself
Mayhem in the bookshelf
Nothing is immutable
Neither space nor time
Nor sun nor moon
Let alone the focus on
Sovereignty and singularity
A monolithic spree
However omnipotence
It may exude
The presidency itself
Is an interlude
Within a boundary
Of brittle ego
With tenuous commitment
To democracy
Some say angel
Many others say wretch
Time smiles
Makes a sketch of the Statue of Liberty
Dwarfing the height
Broadening the expanse
In an egocentric trance
This time is crazy
Making the rainbow hazy
However formidable
It may sound and look
Bereft of imagination and color
In future
Even the demurely looking women
Will eventually wonder aloud
And their support they would disavow
Until the sovereignty blossoms from the nucleus
Of lovely apples
Born of the flowers of the rainbow nation
November 1, 2017
For the Contest: Eight Word Challenge - 5
Sponsored by John Hamilton
I don't imagine
we could ever have an environmentally healthy just war.
We need only look at torn and poisoned outcomes
from past ballistic international encounters
to see "healthy war"
as yet another oxymoron
capital city leaders fail to notice.
If no environmentally secure
and well-defended organic life justice results,
then no ecological
resilience-growing war.
If no ecologically positive war,
then no economically just war
as any short-term empowerment wins
are abundantly offset
by long-term losses
of trust
and well-being
and robust trade
transactions,
relationships,
communications.
If no economic just war,
justified violence,
justifiable aggression,
then no democratically healthy just war.
If no politically cooperative win/win just war
of co-empowerment,
then no socially just war,
justified violence,
justifiable aggression.
If no social
or political
or economic
or ecological just war,
then no theologically supported just war.
If no theological just war
then war is just inhumane madness,
lose/lose destruction,
absence of all that could be win/win sacred,
cooperatively owned
CoPresence.
Justice may "Just say No" to drugs,
but restorative
healing justice
definitely says No
to retributive injustice,
aggression
violence
retaliation
bullying
hatred
war.
The world is a her playground,
when her eyes are watching all the players.
She believes in playing god,
if the reason is good.
Goodness is worthwhile, she says,
but never in exchange for fun.
Changing too much for the better,
would repress the natural instinct.
She worships nature,
a thing savage and beautiful all at once, without remorse.
She doesn't believe in guilt,
because she says no matter how much we re-arrange things,
the wild finds the crack beneath the door.
She thinks every instinct is a mechanism
independent of its form of expression.
(She once said churchgoers are prone to passive aggression)
Lust, she says, is a prime example.
As if covering our nakedness
could ever suppress the urge to reproduce.
Silly notions are intolerable to her.
She says it's too bad,
most people aren't very enlightened.
The passing years don't change this much,
when you account for years of regression.
Sometimes things go backward.
But according to her,
at least when things get tricky,
life gets interesting.
I wonder what it means
we are a multicultural species
still capable of waging war,
employing ballistic terrorists,
investing in capitalism's ruthless game
of surgical monopoly
to become patriarchs of bloodied mountains,
This feels related,
perhaps co-arising,
with inability to distinguish
an ecology of natural grace
from an efficient economy of spiritual just rewards,
Ego's self-righteous returns
for prudent win/lose strategic investment
in owning Earth,
pieces of the property pie,
and renting human secularized resources
by the mundane weekday hour,
or contractual time-clock year
Leaving behind jubilee years
hopes and tears
and sabbaths
for those naturally deprived
and spiritually poor;
meat to feed future real-world war machines.
Victories and defeats in war,
terror,
shouting-matches,
strategic aggression against maligned characters,
colonizing predation,
political and religious monopolization
of win/lose investments
in overpowering persuasion--
These can all be earned,
but not graced.
Love,
life,
health,
natural/spiritual hybrid wealth,
awe,
compassion,
gratitude,
kindness,
mercy,
cooperativity,
synergy,
regenerativity,
integrity,
restoration,
resonance,
recreation,
healing,
co-redemption,
communion--
These are signs and wonders,
powers and co-arising principalities
of sacred grace,
and cannot be earned
or reductively unlearned.
What could be evolving purpose
in outrageously degenerative wars,
deliberate intent to terrorize
and counter-terrorize,
hate,
oscillating cycles of anger and fear,
evil humors
and cynical financial investments
against each sacred Other,
against Earth's habitual health?
What could be revolving meaning
in ecosystemic wealth
of co-passionate powers?
Religions of polycultural kindness,
multicultures of cooperative integrity,
Earth's natural/spiritual economies
of permaculturing grace.
Spent too much time mourning dead dreams of mine,
Look you in the eye with my wistful stare.
Withdrawn for so long, you won't find me there,
A melancholy hell of my design.
Please hold my hand tight and tell me I'm fine.
Squeezing grim feelings eases my despair.
If God did this, who uttered the prayer?
What did I do wrong? Please, give me a sign!
Through my shroud of depression, you should know,
What being my lighthouse means when I'm lost.
Gloomy aggression seems all I can show.
Loneliness comes at a terrible cost.
I always feel like you want me to go,
Quietly hold me until I exhaust.
May 26th, 2023
Eight Word Poetry Challenge sponsored by Emily Pinet
Tie my hands and lay me on a bed of fire
Unleash ultimate fantasy in your mind
Do something bad like you've never done before
Let me feel it's good while our bodies are on the floor
Your alluring lips are as strong as beer
Touch my weakness and show me no fear
Slowly undress what bothers in your heart
It's you and me at the moment, we don't fall apart
Kiss me with compassion and own me tonight
This love is burning... goes to an intimate fight
I need your aggression, your strength, your body
I won't blame you for being a theif of my innocence
Turn off the lights and show me darkness
I am dying to feel your presence as it crawls to me each moment
We are the worst people unveiling the best crime
So let's make the most out of it while time never stops
The Beauty and the Beast:
https://youtu.be/8w5AvnsvH44
There is a villain in every story.
The wicked witch of the west,
The wicked witch of the east,
The evil step mother if you choose me as second choice.
A monster ,a beast.
What does the villain look like?
Some people may ask.
It doesnot always have a black cap,
Or a witch ‘s broom.
Or a big and scary mask.
I have a villain of my own.
But she’s kind of hard to see.
She has really a good disguise.
She looks a super heroine.
Who love to live a happy life with her siblings and mom.
Who help the poor and wounded people.
Who sing a song for her bright coming future.
Tell me what I need according to my idealism.
And tell me what I will get according to your ideas.
You bring out my scars.
My sadness, fear and aggression
You cause me a lot of envy.
And leave me with depression.
And deprive me of my confidence.
Take away of my self esteem
Cause me to fear Judgement.
And make me yell and scream
You taunt me with your words.
Like this is some kind of game.
But when it comes down to it.
There is no one else to blame.
This villain is not the creature.
Or a devil sent from the hell
It is made by man himself.
There is a villain in every story.
A statement that is true.
But how do you kill the monster.
When it lives inside of you?
Alphanumeric emergency is her agency of supremacy,
press your neck with a kiss ment for carniverous kinesthetics,
move you into a position of requisition, repitition aphyxiated with joy,
she can always be found on the border of banishment and bedlam,
bedevil you between hesitation & aggression, hug you inbetween love & anger,
place a soul betwixt a lamb and lion, orchestrate necessity with a natural nimbleness,
ask one to trample or tumble upon the question mark,
numb you as a plumb hung on a ledge too long,
she'll say thank you as your resources become a subject of ridicule
and when the lungs of childhood age with exhaustion from hailing her
more effort she will exhort, bite you on the fingertip of surrender
reminding us that glory is a growl from the jaws of jealousy,
earthy are her entanglements,
healthy her arrangements,
keep you searching for fragments on battlefronts -
J.A.B.
"The Unhidden"
courage winks
and grins
Spring is in his step
harsh courage wins
unhidden
staring down
the barrel of a lens
there’s a mad man
losing marbles
sitting all alone
cornered
without friends
a bully bringing in his
paid assassins
courage winks
and grins
he knows
cowards
without friends
always lose
in the end
courage winks
and grins
he's centre stage
the world debates
watches and waits
for a bipartisan
saviour
to march in
truth
always wins
out in the open now
courage
winks and grins
with the whole
world watching
the end
or
the beginning
to
begin
Z swastika
not on his watch
Storm trooper
Russian Rouble roulette
coiling scales an oily blini
downing nuclear pancake,
deep fake coward
alone end of the table
hell bitten, no friends
sits Vlad the Impaler
courage winks
and grins
Spring is in his step
harsh courage wins
unhidden
staring down
the barrel of a lens
Holocaust
nyet
not on his watch
never again
"Slava Ukraini!"
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Ukraine President Zelensky welcomes Spring in Kyiv"
https://youtu.be/M-x-ujiB-oE
"Storms" / Wolf Alice
https://youtu.be/g_QOmSaZySI
Slava Ukraini
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glory_to_Ukraine
Z - Russian Symbol, Ukraine War, 2022
https://fortune.com/2022/03/07/russia-z-tank-marking-how-letter-became-symbol-pro-ukraine-war-invasion/
https://edition.cnn.com/2022/03/07/europe/russia-z-symbol-ukraine-war-cmd-intl/index.html
https://www.msn.com/en-au/news/newslondon/why-has-z-become-a-symbol-of-russian-aggression-and-what-does-it-mean/ar-AAUJzwW
The Holocaust
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Holocaust
The Holocaust in Ukraine
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Holocaust_in_Ukraine
Reichskommissariat Ukraine
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reichskommissariat_Ukraine
LYRICS/ "Storm", Wolf Alice
https://genius.com/Wolf-alice-storms-lyrics