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Oh, once we had a dream, in great romantic themes
Emotional dreams we loved to share every day.
How boisterous we were running around tall firs,
Stopping to catch our breath and lose it in a kiss.
Those were the cool summer days, so carefree, with love.
How we aspired for brighter days with mirthful stance,
Our beings of wedded bliss where life around us
Excited all passion and live in paradise.
Accidents do happen but we had lover's luck.
We never noticed the darkest clouds amassing.
Out of the blue a severe storm brewed over us.
We ran fast out of the forest to open green.
The forest was alighted with deadly lightning,
Thankfully we escaped what could have been our end.
30 December 2021
12 syllables per line.
"Disobey the orders of Trump. Obey the orders of humanity.”
— Gustavo Petro
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That order to kill
is just to assuage an ego,
Palestine deserve to live too,
Just like the Israelis,
So, oh soldiers of fortune,
Disobey that his orders.
Blood suppose to flow in veins,
not into the soil,
Peace needs to reign in Palestine
not only in Israel,
Children in Palestine need
their parents alive as in Israel.
Donald donates war to the poor,
yet accuse Hamas of amassing weapons,
to destroy a once beautiful country.
Now that Sinwar has seen the war,
Has Trump been able to trump
his remnants out of Gaza,
Instead rains of bullets form their bazaar.
If their brains are blocked
Are yours too blocked?
Oh soldiers of fortune.
I searched for myself
In cloudy reflections of unpolished mirrors,
my soul seeking solace In the eyes of others.
I asked the morning star to be my compass,
to guide me through the dark,
but not even she could bring light to my path.
I read the words of others,
wearing them like a warm coat,
incognisant of what I needed most -
Only through the bleed of my own heart did I begin to see myself.
As I began to forage in the void,
vanished verses, of my subjective soul,
which once trembled in labyrinths beyond time,
bloomed like born again petals kissed by tepid rain.
In fields where I hid behind silhouettes of butterflies,
I misjudged stillness for death,
blind to suppressed roots breathing beneath me.
My envious eyes cursed revisiting birds
who took their wings for granted,
until I realised the messages that robins bring.
Now my spirit accepts that my past is the most beautiful thing -
I can never have
and the inner child I once was,
will always smile beside me.
I am still gathering the scattered fragments of me.
Still learning I need not be complete
to see my real reflection in the mirror -
I only need to clear dust from amassing
within my eyes.
Once upon an outhouse dreary, while I strained there, lank and leery
of creatures scary down beneath the privy floor--
As my veins were close to popping, suddenly there came a whopping
rush of air, but nothing dropping, dropping from my nethers sore,
“'Tis but a sputter", I then mutter, “popping like the thunder's roar--
only this and nothing more!”
Ah, succinctly I remember - a distinctly warm September;
for bath tissue I dismember - an issue from the hardware store.
Eagerly I wish for passing - that which had been amassing
in my numbles far surpassing - any grumbles heretofore
A gassing foul and shameless to deplore
Nameless here for evermore
Then, methought the air grew smelly, perfumed from my askew belly
The fumes of fish stew from the deli, like the breath of Balthazor
“Wretch,” I cried, “as God hath bent me—by what devils hath he sent thee?
Respite – respite! No more! Some forthright output, I implore!
Purge, oh purge this burning urge I'm yearning for!”
Shall I potty... Nevermore?
With apologies to EAP.
Bushels and bushels of apple upon apple,
Canned, frozen, or fresh just couldn't keep up the pace.
Fallen fruit amounted to ripe fermented scrapple,
The solution of course, stared us both in the face.
If we had the setup we could bottle the stuff,
Taking the essence of the apple's sweet mashed flesh.
Producing hard cider would use up more than enough.
All that we'd need is grinder, storage, and a press.
We searched the internet for the tools of the trade,
This proved to be fruitless, expenses added fast.
There had to be a better way, something hand made.
Maybe a trip to Walmart could solve this at last.
Gripping three one hundred dollar bills, we were off,
Wood chipper, yeast, trash can; we loaded up the cart.
Borrowed a car jack and a old tarp for the trough.
It all came together, we're ready to start.
We had a few issues duct tap readily fixed,
Amassing cider in bucket after bucket.
We capped each barrel with ingredients mixed
A little of this, a little that, ahh... suck it...
Fermented, bottled, capped and allowed to settle,
Trying at last, dry and sparkling, with a smooth taste.
Up to get more, we fell tail over teakettle,
The only mistake we made was standing in haste.
This is what the wicked are like— always free of care, they go on amassing wealth. Surely in vain I have kept my heart pure and have washed my hands in innocence ~ Psalm 73:12-13
A wise man long ago bemoaned the thought
that those who seek the paths of righteousness
so often struggle mightily. Their lot
seems only to be wreathed in hopelessness.
Meanwhile, the wicked reap rich dividends
while disregarding others' poverty -
they'll use whatever means may suit their ends,
neglecting justice, love, humility.
Believers know "these three remain" to guide
up peaks appearing insurmountable:
Faith is that trust in Him who walks beside;
Hope is that blessed wealth uncountable;
and Love, which guides us to eternity -
For "God is love", the greatest of the three.
I went to visit Farmer Fred
Found him out in his wood shed
He was splitting up some oak
As I approached, he paused and spoke
“When I was young, I served my country and was willing to give my life for what I believed this country stood for.”
“Today I’d give my life to protect my family from what this country has become.”
I looked at Fred a bit askance
And he could see at a glance
That he should explain his new stance
‘We will bury you’ is coming to fruition.”
“Our country is becoming the very thing I fought against.”
“Pravda had nothing on the propagandist news in our nation.”
“Give it any name or label you will, government control over people has failed “the people” throughout human history.”
“I do not hold that government is evil, rather power which is corrupting and evil.”
“It has always been about power over others.”
“Kings, Emperors, Chancellors, Prime Ministers, and Presidents all abuse it.”
“Using government power to control others by controlling their means of earning and amassing wealth.”
“Feudalism, Socialism, Communism, Fascism, all place government at the top and make all people beholden to government.”
“Free market capitalism was the only exception.”
“Some played it better than others and acquired more wealth and wealth is power.”
“Thus, the role of government should be to check that power by ensuring the playing field and rules were applied equally.”
“All men are created equal, not all outcomes should be equal.”
I hold my hand up
Fred paused quite abrupt
With a pained look like please don’t interrupt
“I will simply say, we are no longer ‘The land of the free and home of the brave’ rather the land of the aggrieved and home of the knave.”
This was all he had to say
Fred dropped his ax and walked away
As children the two brothers were happy
their imaginations flowed with ease
when, in a box and a basket, they were pirates
who sailed the seven seas…
Amassing a great fortune
a treasure so plentiful and grand
and when they discovered a secret cove
they buried it in the sand
They took only what they needed
of the jewelry and the gold
vowing one day to return
perhaps when they were old.
Return to reclaim their fortune
their treasure chest so grand…
the one they left when they were children
buried in the sand…
The two young pirates have grown old now
as they remember now…with ease
when in a box and a basket they were pirates
who sailed the seven seas…
And they smile as they both realize…
their memories are strong….
and the treasure they amassed when they were children
has been with them all along.
Aioue (pronounced A-wah, with no emphasis on either syllable) is a way of seeing and living in the reality of the Source of all things. The word comes from the notion that it is made up entirely of vowels, which create the least amount of conscious intervention in the breath. Breath is the very definition of consciousness on any level. It is the eternal and the temporal, residing in a one syllable word. The Hebrew word for God sounds vaguely, phonetically like breathing and keeps the tongue out of the way. Aioua has the same idea at its core and by design keeps any further human ideals out of its existence.
Life is (re)animated when Aioua’s name enters again into you. It is spoken with every rhythmic cycle of breathing and returns to its source when you or anything that possesses it can no longer speak it. All sentient things are eternally uttering the reality of that which it borrows its life from.
One does not need an exhaustive volume of systematic theology to live in its light. There is more than enough in this simple 5 vowel English word to keep any planet fully occupied for as long as it exists. Indeed, the more we add well-meaning but short sighted philosophical meat to it in order to understand it, the more rancid and exclusive it becomes, a product of a higher functioning world more focused on amassing and weaponizing knowledge than on pure intrinsic understanding.
Aioue speaks.“Use my name to live in peace with each other, but stay away from the planet of Europa”. What’s on Europa, you ask?… my point exactly. Dump your questions and don’t build a sub-culture in it’s name. Each time you come around, live and breathe and die in it. Plenty of discoveries remain in the known universe to whet your curiosity. Too many think they know better and have attempted to land on another planet looking for answers that are not to be had, and too many innocent people have suffered as a result.
This primal understanding has been inside us since before the first religion was erected.
It's not about a pat on the back
or having your name etched onto a plaque
It's not about a huge bonus check
It's about the eternal reward that you should expect
people are always wanting to boast about their earthly deeds
they are insecure and earthly recognition they seem to need
but just because the boss points you out and the Pastor mentions your name
If It's only earthly recognition you seek, the what will your soul have gained?
to constantly seek earthly things and the desires that are of man
amassing monetary treasures and acquiring lots of land
there's nothing wrong with these desires
but they are not what God requires
It's not about the money, your status nor your college degrees
It's about the eternal salvation for you, that God has decreed
God wants you to live and abide by the Word that he sent
and the preaching and teachings of Jesus Christ, His Christmas present
to love your fellow man, to have a spirit of no fear
to study on the Word during your time down here
for tomorrow is not promised, at any moment you could die
and then where will you eternally reside?
with The Holy Spirit we now have reconciliation
Jesus Christ died on the cross to offer us salvation
His atoned for our sins so we could have justification
the sacrificial blood was the redemption for our sins
the grace and mercy of God within our reach once again
earthly recognition or eternal reward?
you decide which deposit you can afford