Long Badge Poems
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Direction, in deed.
Badges, sacraments, war, union, they all are offshoots of
what in belief we. IN-Operational reciprocity, inverse, are like chemical components in reaction to say sobriety, walking the line. Not crossing it in drunken disrespect of pride, lust, greed. Or clan of self, alone in lawlessness. From life, self- banned from the clan.
See belief symbolizes the virtues, as they show their rite (right) to be.
In you, the union, the reason, of the law of the light to be shined by the science of supernatural King authority. Rite? Right. That's why Saints have powers. The Sacrament or law and promise of what is sacred under God, (King author, authority, judge
and loves poet, lawmaker, we need to esteem) shining his badge and our badge, upon our belief. To esteem is to believe in humility, justice and respect of someone else's self, so that there can be Union, a sacramental marriage of
all these things. Purity, chastity, charity, faith, hope, all witnesses and support at the wedding and the greatest Being love, it is the ring bearer under the light of this beauty, the High Priest and a bride itself, of belief. But not of itself, but by another's deem. The authority to God to esteem. Where passion is the Queen. Passion is another story. For another long read.
.......where am I?
("Depth Psychology Merit Badge, aka The Myth of Being", 2015, original oil)
The Myth of Yesterday
“Yesterday, today was tomorrow
and tomorrow, today will be yesterday”
So say the sages,
and so say us, groping in the dark
following the trailing sparks
of fireflies dancing in the night.
But the fact remains
it’s all a myth,
the myth of being and becoming,
the myth of yesterday and tomorrow,
the myth as a story
we tell ourselves
to make sense of it all.
A riddle wrapped in a mystery
inside an enigma
told to the blind ones
safe and sound within their cave.
(2/15/24)
This is a story, I'm not fond to recall
One decade ago, when my daughter was small
She was too young for Girl Scouts,..so instead, joined a troop
Of young "Brownie" fledglings...there were ten in her group
They needed a leader, ...so I stepped up in command !
Like a proud mother soldier, I would lend them a hand !!
They would come to our house, and we'd do arts and crafts
I'd serve milk and cookies, as each afternoon passed...
Part of my plan, so they'd be fit and strong...
Was to learn about nature...but things went sooo wrong!!
We had gone for a hike...to wander the woods...
Finding interesting leaves, and whatever we could..
They ran a few races. We played hide-and-seek
A few roasted hot dogs, near the rush of a creek
By late afternoon,....we called it a day
I gathered the girls....and to my terrible dismay!!.....
The girls had been hiding, in red poison oak!!
What a dummy I was......and that is NO JOKE !!
When I took the girls home....expecting insults....
The parents were kind. But here are results.....
From ten little girls....there were rashes on nine...
We emptied the drug stores of all Calomine!!!
Because of that day, I lost my good name....
But I did earn a badge, in the new hall of shame
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------My Most Embarrassing Moment Contest
Sponsored by Cindi Rockwell
The sheriff of Soup Creek has returned from Soup City once more,
after a run in with the judge, some bars and a concrete floor.
We cannot defend Mayor Tom they say it’s against the law,
maybe it’s time for something different, and switch to south paw.
Jenna and I received ten days in jail for contempt of court,
some sensitivity training and a scathing report.
The judge gave me one more chance to turn my nose brown,
or he will take away my badge and run me straight out of town.
We were locked up in jail without a proper investigation,
as for the actual lawbreaker, he just ripped up her citation.
Our saloon owner Jenna is still stuck there in that misguided jail.
They will not release her, and they refuse to grant her bail.
We need some volunteers to help us break her out,
she has not been treated fairly, of this there is no doubt.
They want us to be submissive and turn the other cheek,
but we need to form a posse and bring her back to Soup Creek.
("Morphogenesis Merit Badge", 2011, original oil)
Why not, kill ‘em all,
All those extra humans,
And even better, all their children
Before they are even born.
Kill ‘em all
For the sake of the planet,
For the sake of your vanity and youthful self.
We don’t need more humans
We are the cause of all evil after all.
Pro Earth vs pro Life
Is the issue of the day.
And yet strangely,
It is the earth which is the fertile one,
Earth which is really us
Growing, learning, expanding
In every one of us
One by one
Even as we survive and thrive
Happy as hell
To simply be alive.
(12/4/25)
the numbers come in
62 percent say no—
no to the chair,
no to the needle,
no to suffocation,
by use of nitrogen gass,
no to the quiet hum of the state’s revenge.
but these governors
dont believe in your god
or any afterlife,
they just believe in power
and the hard steel of punishment.
they say killers of children
are beasts—
but beasts are born of something broken,
a twisted wire
in the brain’s dark room.
and yet, they drag
the quiet schizophrenic,
the dreamer with the soft eyes,
into the same cage
and call him or her dangerous too.
justice
wears a crooked badge,
and if you say
you weren’t harmed,
if you whisper
you did nothing,
they still twist your words,
stack the deck,
smile through jury tampering
like it’s just another game
at the courthouse bar.
two weeks to save your life—
that’s all they give you.
fourteen days
to read a lifetime of law
and stand against a machine
that eats the poor and the lost.
62 percent say no,
but the machine keeps running—
a blind god
that never hears
the prayers of the condemned.
should our children have to witness--
these executions,
claiming some form of deterrent,
as they did in the 19th century.
("Enemy of the State Merit Badge" - #41, 2011, original oil)
The Big Lie
The big lie in American politics today
is that if you’re not supporting Big Government
then you are against the little man.
The corollary of course
is that Big Government works
and is to be trusted
as the source of truth, security and a nation’s well being.
The 20th Century proved that dream a lie.
The political spectrum is simple;
total government on one end,
zero government the other.
This is what defines the true Left and Right,
yet the majority of US haven’t a clue
what zero, let alone small, government even means
haven't a clue they in fact
are almost all left of center
often far left.
The big lie in America today
is that we are a nation divided by politics
when it is simpler than that;
we are a nation of both conservatives and liberals
divided by fear, divided by definitions and desires for liberty,
too many of US having chosen security of the group,
the faceless masses and anonymous civil servants
over our individual freedom and liberty long ago.
The divide is thus within us, a pulling at our own heart,
within our own cognitive dissonance.
We are a nation of little men
indoctrinated by politics
as old as tribal boundaries
to fear the other, to hide behind the Big Man
to celebrate his greatness - as the greatness of the State -
to extoll the beauty of his new transparent clothes
and in our weakness
join with tyranny
in solidarity with our brothers and sisters
to silence those who question the dream,
lynch those who dare to choose,
and forget those who somehow, against all odds,
find their own way.
(10/20/23)
(“Creation Myth Merit Badge”, 2016, original oil)
Death Cult In Our Midst
There is a death cult in our midst
Some you can tell, many you can’t
Until they open their mouths
And out comes the hate for Life
And cheering on of Death.
Everywhere you look you can see the cult
Online, on TV, in movies and games
Where death and destruction
Is glorified and normalized
And you score points and win
When you kill.
The line between fantasy and reality
Thus blurred and/or erased
Leaves US where we are today
Broken and divided
Fearful and emboldened.
What does tomorrow bring?
More death
The cult dreams, whispers, chants and sings.
More death
Until only the pure remain.
(9/15/25)
The Universe presents its toughest tests
To its strongest warriors, who stand the best
Not for the faint of heart, but for those who can face
The fiercest battles, with a steadfast grace
For it knows their strength, their courage true
Their ability to rise, after falling anew
It pushes their limits, their will, their soul's might
To refine their spirit, and bring forth its light
Through trials and tribulations, they find their way
Through the fire and the storm, they emerge anew each day
Their scars, a testament to their inner might
A badge of honor, for fighting through the night
The Universe puts its toughest battles, on its strongest soldiers still
For it knows they'll rise, and its cosmic plan they'll fulfill.
Second, third, fourth... stimulus check(s)...
ah... the stuff a dream come true would be made!
Such would constitute,
the closest phenomena
approximating winning the lottery
cuz yours truly never blessed
winning sizable, nor
minuscule amount of money
beset with one after another setback
token scapegoat (no kidding),
plus puny size linkedin
with spindle shank legs
always bullied and
derided as laughingstock.
Whether rich or dirt poor...
since being young unemployed adult
(yupper, poverty mine bane and,
red badge of courage) the end result...
thus, aye cannot imagine state of euphoria
(yea right Matthew Scott), so just halt
such fantastical thinking,
before being totally shushed up,
nevertheless such luck
would invariably catapult
me into doing a sommersault,
pulling my weak back,
(I got a week back) out in the process,
how mine lovely bones would exult
similarly and/or hypothetically
if lottery numbers I chose matched,
more likely greater chance me getting struck
while inside courtesy lightning bolt,
or got automatically generated did score
winning ticket - suddenly this dolt,
would find himself mobbed by strangers
worse case scenario lured
by paranormal and/or occult,
perhaps stunned with
tranquilizing gun subsequently kidnapped
courtesy sinister satanic cult
comprised of rainbow goblins
trumpeting moral turpitude,
hence words of wisdom
occurred best not to insult.
When awakened hours, days, weeks later
parents (if still living at home)
would spring into action
renting out my former bedroom
to another heavily tattooed and pierced
long haired pencil necked geek
sporting dreadlocks
the late Bob Marley would envy
if still alive.
Castles in the air
suckers' poor me,
thought cha might care
to dangle false promises
and deliberately ensnare
buzzfeeding gussied up
glittering essentially bupkis
that doth blindingly glare
finding meek geezer passively submitting
theme of mein kampf -
never ask for grandeur,
which outcome would interfere
with grist crafting poems.