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"The Mortal Wound of the Civilized World"
Shift upwards
speed fast
the choice, Is
Gears chosen by the
energetic heart
fuel the freedom
The point of attention
the “I Am”
an expression
of the same
consciousness
that you are "Is"
we are living
yet contained economies
numbed and played circadian
pinned and
framed
to our walls
day in
night out
repeat
by remote control
thinking we are free
true ignition evades us
until the game is over
We are caught up
in the mortal wound
of the civilized world
humanity
monopolized
bored we are
we are
the board game
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Find the knowledge or wisdom,
Seek her like a shining gold;
She is a human's treasure
That you must firmly hold.
It's truly expensive to learn
From the school or university;
You must decide to invest,
For she will make you happy.
Better think of the future,
Train up the mind of a child;
Let him study his lessons,
To be civilized and not wild.
Educate your heart about God,
For He is the source of insight;
Fear of the Lord is discernment,
He shall let you see the light.
Never ignore the truth
Of the heavenly message;
Ask the Father for intelligence,
It's best to find the knowledge.
I have
no tears in my eyes,
no sorrow in my sighting,
no faded mood in my face
I am not hungry
my body is not emaciated
I go to gym every day
I have no lack of clothing and foods
I enjoy the day and night wastefully
I enjoy the scorching summer and biting winter cold
I enjoy the autumn and spring copiously
I'm walking boastfully beside you
but this you have no food to just living,
no cloths in this biting cold,
no bed to sleep a while,
nothing has for you on this earth
this you have no way to enjoy the autumn and spring
this you, every you are going to die every day
without concerning of inhuman like me!
my ecstasy, my elegancy, my aristocracy,
my so called pious-religious sense
leads me to the upper staircase of skyscraper palace,
leads me to the well-protected religion temple fort
but in my (inhuman-conscienceless)eyes
you are the sinner of previous birth
or you are unlucky creation
or cursed of Creator on this earth!
oh! how wondrous this beastly me
I feel Shame
I feel Shame
DAMN on the inhuman me!
oh! my ravenous belly
eats, drinks shamelessly
and wastes beastly
Oh! how can I
still claim that
I'm human!
I'm civilized!
I'm religious!
where thousands of peoples
die on starvation,
die on hungry procession!
-February 05, 2020 Chattogram, BD
Hey Black California
It's Irish
Now is your time it says
Only you are the living
Special news letter
If I was really big news
Why?
Why live so?
People are civilized
Capable of amazement or?
Being watched
For being news bigger than?
Answers
Wandering into a world life
Without knowing
Winging it below the completed people
Blocks the learning
Something starts and ends the little topic
If learning the black news
The white girls a business
If funny paper is in
She owns the funnies
Little guess gives big hair gal the shoe
To be run by a lady of the night is?
Not a funny for Irish
Enjoy yourselves black
The movie ladies name is
Jenna can't lose
Now I know as times is easy and is hard
How's saying you knows these shows paying her
Next morning no newspaper to show you black and white
Crime is old and smart
If out the vocabulary then put it back after writing congress article in newspaper
Catalyst California Poem
The death penalty, a practice rooted in antiquity, continues to evoke controversy and ethical dilemmas in modern society. Despite its purported role in deterring crime and administering justice, the death penalty stands on shaky moral ground and should be abolished for several compelling reasons.
Firstly, the irreversible nature of the death penalty is inherently flawed. In a justice system prone to human error, the risk of executing an innocent person is ever-present. Numerous cases worldwide have revealed wrongful convictions, highlighting the fallibility of judicial proceedings. Once a life is taken, there is no recourse for rectifying such a grievous mistake, perpetuating an irreversible injustice that stains the fabric of society.
Moreover, the death penalty undermines the fundamental value of human life. By sanctioning state-sanctioned killings, societies diminish the sanctity of life and condone violence as a means of resolving conflicts. Such a stance contradicts the principles of compassion, rehabilitation, and forgiveness, which should underpin any civilized society's legal framework.
Furthermore, the death penalty fails to achieve its purported goal of deterrence. Empirical evidence suggests that the threat of capital punishment does not significantly deter individuals from committing heinous crimes. Instead, socioeconomic factors, mental health issues, and systemic inequalities often drive criminal behavior. Investing in preventative measures, such as education, poverty alleviation, and mental health services, would yield more effective and humane solutions to reducing crime rates.
Critics argue that the death penalty provides closure to victims' families and serves as a form of retribution. However, vengeance should not be conflated with justice. Studies have shown that the prolonged legal processes and endless appeals associated with death penalty cases exacerbate the victims' families' trauma, prolonging their suffering rather than offering closure.
In conclusion, the abolition of the death penalty aligns with the principles of justice, compassion, and human rights. By rejecting this antiquated and morally dubious practice, societies can move towards a more enlightened and humane approach to criminal justice—one that prioritizes rehabilitation, reconciliation, and the inherent worth of every individual.
652.
The 2nd Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History:
The Barangay
The Malay people formed a settlement
Having a culture & own government
They had a ruler & social stratification
They possessed a literature & practiced a religion
These people lived on nature
They depended their living on agriculture
They adhered on peace & order
Governed by laws & a certain ruler
They were ruled by a gat, lakan, datu or rajah
Who came from the noble class or maharlika
There were also freemen or timawa & slaves or alipin
Living on their own or serving from within
These ancestors of ours were not illiterate
They had an alibata or baybayin to communicate
They were also not savages & godless
They believed in the afterlife, spirits and deities who punish & bless
This is the 2nd Period of Pre-Spanish Era – The Barangay
A village of families, heritage of the Malay
Proof of our orderly beginning & civilized origin
God was with the Philippines since our genesis herein.
-05/07/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
You try to make them civilized and grown-up,
but the words are infants,
they want to crawl around and yell for a bit.
You know that an eye is upon you.
watching you in that whelping room
where creation rearranges molecules
into a planetary system of speech
made of matchsticks and glue.
A poem is about to be splashed,
onto a speeding window of light.
Logic and reason must first
bash their bulbous heads together,
until their mechanical, self-winding brains
fall out.
The collective humming of incubators,
begins to lipread your silence.
A process similar to hand washing.
Eventually a swaddled indigenous form,
unwraps itself,
it begins to walk upright.
Matchsticks and glue
form readable fragments.
You begin to hope,
that someone inside that watching eye
will name what you have done -
even attempt,
to explain it to you.
people ask what happened to us
we were like you, but more alive
for we did not have electronics to distract us from living
we listened to each other
and responded in kind
we were a proud nation, expecting the best of everyone
positivity was our truth; we had good hearts
our minds were pure, we were believers in a spirit world
our religion included everyone, no one was excluded
we were more evolved than you are
We never expected to go like we did
a flood got us, washed us out to sea in a few hours
we were holding on to each other at first
because we were united, we were one
we were the civilization of civilized
If one is hungry
And bored
Of watching over Mecca,
What better place
To steal an apple
Than from another country’s orchards,
With fighter jets
Twanged in the sky
Like flying bottle openers,
Diving down
And peeling back a tin can roof
Of a school bus
Loaded with 40 children,
Whose shoulders are all
Strapped
With blue and red back packs
That look like little lunch boxes,
One of them
Surely containing
The sweet temptation
Of the perfect apple.
Mistaken identity, can happen.
So, a few bombs,
True,
Have to remove
The dozens of windows
And deposit
The million shards like razors
To flay the skin of the girls and boys
And, in an attempt to remain civilized
About this,
First cook
With fire and oil
The cheekbones from the skulls
Of the five year olds
Who are still alive,
And it’s important to keep fresh
The liver, tongues and hearts
Shish-kebobbed
With splintered ribs, white as serpents,
And finally, then
There it is,
The well done slab of lamb’s meat
Still clung, red as a beet,
Limbs and noses,
To be stripped
From that one buried back pack
And within it, zipped,
The fine taste of a ripe apple
Polished by mom
As a snack that was packed,
That day,
For school.
Free Verse
I live not far from humankind the cradle that is of
what and where we are all coming from Johannesburg
so they say and going to one human race of every colour
no need for power domination colonializing margins
The ‘dark continent’ where the ‘savages’ did not abide
by our expectations of what civilized should be and mean
where it was us the other 'othering' cannibalizing our flesh
of freedom dignity compassion lost in money mind and soul
My cradle rocks and sways in the wild gentle winds in
torrents of emotion mood reflection history anticipation
certain of uncertainty of what the intermingling retrospective
past and future web together like a tapestry of life a bricolage
Lost threads there are and double knitted faults and hollows
shallow worn out spins and spiral knots and missing patches
mended winding fabric scars and wounded oscillations
swings and roundabouts cul-de-sacs and four-way stoppage
Is there a pattern to cradling the moment to memories to
fantasies of rooted wings and flapping roots a human kind
of compass joining needles implements of mass construction
subjective individual shining lights and armour idiosyncratic beauty
Are we starving demising suffocating for self-righteousness
loosing the plot and all the marbles thrown high up in the
air with juggled balls we aim to fix the waters rivers flowing
on their own with push and pull of light and lighted gravitation
Just here and now not there and then when sunshine rises
where rainbows glitter melt and wax the wane all of the colours
into violet prisms focussing condensing refracting blinding darkness
understanding knowledge of the shadows and bright clarity
When I write some thoughts on paper on the screen of modern
techniques and ancient art of crafted words and scripted meaning
the cradling of the moment takes its paths of where I’ve started off
and might be going once and only when the moment passes
02nd July 2016 written in Johannesburg and everywhere