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Premium Member Implosion

To be immune from aspersions mean and vile
May assuage our hurt feelings for awhile
But to really uphold the Golden Rule
We must also withhold words harsh and cruel—by poet

In an upside-down world
Where self-victimization
is a realization and hatred lingers, it goes nowhere
May not yet get it, and still not self-aware
Now some may think that healing is
Ignoring what is destroying and go on enjoining                  
others near them to do the same, their end game
Using, medicating with words as ammunition stored on a shelf
Toxicity is there, taken aback, down deep in yourself
Hatred lingers, collecting dust mites 
Imploding,  suffocating smites and is on reserve                                                         
In a mindset where glory they deserve 
Personal gut-wrenching bile packaged
Collecting more dust, disgust has an impact
It only makes you a stronger  hellcat 
One that hasn’t let go of the baggage
Is in an upside-down world of their own 
On their own and may think they’re OK
Flies in the ointment, stagnant,  a delay,  decay                                                               
In a world where “making it better” ails, and means 
Undoing what has taken lives in time in details
Only bequests, and is deeded
A new form of healing is much needed 
Healing is   embracing  the newest challenges 
There are bigger issues, bigger things   
Then just you, heed the warnings
It begins within

“Civil war tested the proposition that America is one nation indivisible”—from the book “With Malice Toward None"— Stephen B. Oates
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Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Don'T Dare Tell the Truth

Don't Dare Tell the Truth

Just make believe all is well~
Like driving a car, with no brakes on the way to hell.
For starters start hating God, Christians and Jews.
Next, give away all control to the government, too.
Let them decide what you can read, see or hear.
And yes, that day already is here!
Give up all guns to the government, just as the Jews
in Germany did.
You forgot the Holocaust history!
You did, you did!
I suggest you see Schindler's List and the vile things
Hitler did.
We are throwing our American freedoms out the door,
And waiting like helpless puppies to be slain on the floor.
The name aspersions we lay on others who don't think
our way,
Doesn't portend for a happier day.

5/27/2019
10pm  PST
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Twisted

You were born to be a filigreed crown
to soar like the swift      never touch ground
but they gave you labels   suiting their thought
words sharpened like knives    in which you were caught
 
Spoken words in unisons                    cacophony
untouchable     not decent      not fit for family
oh the old wounds                and their residual pain
I just want to           see you soaring again
 
The others hated you         without any word
their actions spoke louder         than expressions heard
unworthy to speak to           or even be seen
to be hidden from others     aspersions as mean
 
How on earth    could you possibly shine
when you felt their ridicule    locked forever in time
I watched you dry up       before my own eyes
in the heat of the ire              the flame of despised 
 
Like an animal branded           wearing its mark
cast out like our Lord         flung from the park
on rocks were you broken         too limp to hold
to crawl and to cower          where reception is cold
 
The unthinking know not        the powers of word
wrestle not with ideas       conceptions they've learned
who never consider     that our mouths are the flame
that torture the sensitive       stab them with pain
 
How long does it take       for a heart to die
too scarred to ask questions           or the wondering why
a planet of suffering    the agony of breath
like those barely living          and too slow is death
 
Where you can hold stars           and dance in the day
to sing of life's joy     partake in its sway
be moved by its chords           like crescendo of song
to be not cast down     like everything's wrong
 
The scar like a keloid      to thick to peel
weather beaten hard         shielded like steel
Walls like a fortress     the place you reside
away from misfortune         the dark place you hide
 
Listen my Love      my words are for you
I know where you shine       I've seen them accrue
If I thoughtless hurt you   please let me know
I'm only a student         molded like dough
 
Break out beloved     create something new
polish your character           bid cruelty adieu
set your sights high      seek always insight
let love be your leader     in words that delight
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC
Form: Verse

Snaggletooth the Snitch

We (me and the missus)
live in a decent
accommodations low income
quite modest rent,
which facility lacks no shortage
of gossip mongers

with mail delivery the major event
many old people smelling of unguent
faux superman thumping chests nsync
with hooking thumbs around
suspenders feigning to be affluent,
and self important as former

triple secret double agent
yeah, minus the snitches,
the one bedroom apartment
at highland manor ranks
as most satisfactory ascent
to appease our taste, and

general environmental ambient
aspects compared to other
housing situations of ours
so, despite most every nosy, ancient
snooty, hoity toity...tenant,
particularly one butch herd gal

with a cock eyed louey, facial accent
a perfect spectacle for circus big-tent
single bucked sharp front tooth
sparkles, mocks, glistens...
as if brushed with Pepsodent
of course displayed "FAKE"

seventh heaven-sent
friendliness, when poor us
near being penniless with only tencent
experienced a warm welcome
a short time after moving here
but demeanor thereafter went

postal - stamp ping like the dickens
as if yours truly an unrepentant
sin nurse stir jokester,
nonetheless  minds hateful words adamant
lee averse to cast aspersions,
cuz a friendly gesture linkedin
with my preference to be cogent

practicing what this atheist doth silent
lee preach, sans attempt tubby tolerant
in the face of someone belligerent
attentive to mine credo, dogma, ethos...
while alive in this world be tolerant
of others, whether he/ she wuzzent
pleasant still recalling days of yore,

I felt disgusted with myself when hell-bent
to hurl expletives (adding insult to injury)
if somebody bad mouthed me,
thus object lesson not requiring fervent
fanatical religious fervor
plus gluten free and NON GMO
improving health of Clark Kent.

Premium Member Natural Spiritual Counseling

Hello, dear Eldest Son,
and what are you feeling entitled to today?

...

CliffNotes on Christianity.
You mean like Christianity for Dummies?

...

No, no aspersions intended.
I'm wondering...
Maybe some context would help.
Why are you asking about Christianity?
I mean,
other than your totally secular development
and your absence of any sacred fertilization.

...

Yes, well,
we do have that not small problem of evil
despite our omnipotent God.

...

Omnipotent. Like polypathic is to omniscient,
polyculturing outcomes are to omnipotence.
Radically and profoundly and resonantly powerful.

...

Polyphonic to omnipresent... 
I'll think about that.

So, yes, I guess my own big take-away from Christianity
is the Holy Spirit is also Gaia.
Just two different names
for one shared holonic regenerate nature-spirit
of co-intelligent evolution revolutions.

...

No, that's about it.
Once you catch on to Holy Spirit
as matriarchal Earth Goddess
nurturing regenerative bilateral-temporal flow,
you can just map Christianity
onto sacred ecology,
and vice versa,
and whatever doesn't seem to fit
probably got added on by some benighted council of patriarchs 
anyway.

...

What about God the Father?

...

Well, who would be Father to Earth Goddess?

...

Yeah, that's what I was thinking too.
Earth was born of Father Sun,
and then these two mess with each other
and next thing you know
people come along to make up romantic stories
about photosynthesis
is like breathing
if you have leaves
or healthy bicameral lungs
and heart
and mind.

...

Sure, no problem.
you really didn't call to ask for money?

...

That's what I thought.
How much this time?

...


Naked

Naked

On an island
in the midst of the crowded city street
Traffic lights blink
as colored tear drops hit the pavement

One way signs 
all seem to point in your direction
casting aspersions,
via black and white arrows

Sidewalks filled
with throngs of gawking onlookers,
mouths wide open,
peering from the side of their faces

The deepening sadness
leaves you vulnerable to prying eyes
leering at your flesh, 
exposed to high rise windows

You hang your head, scared,
chin against your unclothed chest
when you see not one, 
but two shadows on the asphalt

Suddenly you are
draped in the finest cloth money can buy,
shielded from the pedestrians 
who now divert their attention elsewhere

Turning, you see a friend, naked, 
as his clothing now adorns your body
and you feel safe
with him at least for the moment

and sometimes a moment is all that is needed

Acts of War Iv: Jihad

I can bring you a holy war. 
Of souls and sour things…
I feel your slings and arrows of poison sight!
I dealt with your Hypocrisy your lies, your bitter night.

I simmer in your black bile of self-loathings 
and 
small Petty aspersions 
and 
Other annihilations!

I can bring the rain, the rage the righteous holy war of faith and abandoned grace!

In your ignorance and hysteria, they’re abject hypocrisy, I boil in brazen apathy and sour thoughts…

I can bring your whole-e-war 
to your Door steps 
to your living room 
to your sycophantic neurotic soul. 

You fester with black bile of Lies, hypocrisy 
At its finest a testament to your Atrocities 
As you think you’re aristocracy. 

See! 

See the harrow narrowed duplicity or poison animosity, 
I bring you holy war and holocaustic ash. 
Bombastic. 
Fantastic. 
Annihilatistic, dead?

A jihad of the soul and flesh. 
A holy war. 
Feel the coming rage, 
in an age, at the brake of day. 

I will rule my inner dominions. 
I can bring you your holy war 
of wars 
the war of souls and flesh… 

The war of machines and man made of history 
Of souls and sour things blackened to ash
Holocaustic aftermaths…

I feel your slings and arrows of poisonous second sight in profane fluids; blood n sack cloth and lashes as lies; damnation crimson crime, 
Feel the ruination of lies and ash in night! 

I dealt with your superiority, your fictions
your scalding eyes, and ragged lips, stained,
And heavy thighs under raven eyes…

I simmer in your black bile of loathing and small Petty aspersions burning away in nihilistic ash.
Form: Rhyme

So Called New Friends Hangers On and What Happens Afterwards

Sorry ,
My friend and confident of days old

Do not fret
Regret is wasted until the cost is met

I still hold you in high regard 
I still remember you covered in your mothers make-up 
And sitting on the naughty step

Until 
Fame and success took hold of you

Before

Everybody grew through you
Not beside or along with you

You lifted while those around you stole 

1 piece at a time a part of your soul 
Hanging on to your coattails tooth and nail
Riding the gravy train for all it's worth


What on earth happened to you my friend 

Fame and success has been unkind to you

And this is written not in pursuit of envy or jealousy 
Rather than to remind you 1 day

When all is said and done 

Down in the dumps out of luck
And your so called friends have abandoned you
You will realize I never gave up or left you
Cast aspersions or judged you

All I ever wanted was my best friend back
And to go back to having Sleep Over's 
When we used to tell and share everything 

I didn't loose a friend 

I lost my sister

Premium Member The Furnace of Afflictions

My fury and outrage remain unabated , it seethes like magma
and spreads itself throughout my being , it is barely contained
I shield it to keep the damage within , so it does not consume me
or those I love and want not to hurt.
My dark raving hisses and steams awaiting release , with screams,
hysteria that I may not be able to save the one that becomes my
vent , the outpouring eruption of pain , that I would whip and lash
with lurid pitch that it might cloak with agony the one whom I love
upon its receipt .
Why cannot I cover it and shift my focus to that which builds and
does not tear down and ravage as I have been ravaged?
Why does not that majesty of things that stand before me
not move me to ease or peace?
Oblivion , that vast chasm that plunges deep within my 
soul ice cold heart , I wish it destroyed , but its the only thing
within that seems still alive and beating.
I wish it replaced with tenderness and warmth that it may
mark you with pleasure and not agony, clothe you with 
beauty and not the ugliness that has taken up residence
and keeps its rent.
In sackcloth and ashes I mourn the loss of innocence , not 
for myself only but for all those who suffer , and raise
not their hands against the perpetrators of their suffering.
God do not let me join in acts of perpetuation , that I strike
others in kind , in repayment for their deeds.
My life has been sacked and looted , thieves have stolen every
precious piece of personality that might make me redeemable.
Raw and naked estate exposed, my inheritance from Adam ,
I was molded in pain and forged by fire imprinted by a storm
of ire......
Oh God , why did you preserve me so that I had not died and
left me alive to cry , scream at the trials of fire that blister 
the souls of men....
Awaken oh my heart , do not sleep in the death of love , and
the reign of savage pain , and the cries of those who live in
affliction , whose cries have been silenced before you.....
My tears have become stone , my walls a castles fortress
I cannot cast aspersions it holds you as well as I,
unlike the earth my stone cannot drink in the sun
 
Job moments

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Premium Member Point Your Fingers at Your Own Chest




True, there is evil in this spinning, world so vast and wide.
But to label, entire groups, shows that humans can be snide.

I am not talking about murder here at all here.
But it’s so easy to condemn others with words and jeer.

We do not present true facts to prove that anyone is a cheat.
We just toss out generalizations, while we tap our poetic feet.

While good men and women may lose lives tonight in battle.
We are warm and safe at home and hear only our pens rattle.

We get a POTD and it might go to our most creative heads..
We think we are special, while civil servants, by tonight, will be dead.

America, or any country needs men and women to protect and serve.
In their armies or in politics, before Communinism throws us a fast curve.

Most of us have had ethical or religious training of various kinds.
It’s unseemly to condemn any, who serve in anyway, is indeed, most unkind.

Watching the words we write, is far from a tasteless joke.
If we pen to destroy others, we are no better than pigs in a poke!

Generalizations about entire groups are reflection’s on our souls and us.
Share ‘your ‘character defections, before casting aspersions of others at us!


                                 5/26/2024
Form: Rhyme

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