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Homeward James: by Bill
For the king hath arisen
nsync with royal couture
decked out and bedizened
to the nines resplendent blindingly,
I telly you to envision
colorful dress exploding,
qua gaudy flashy
gold flecked fission,
this quotidian get
up courtesy commoners
copious colossal co-gent
coffers, stoking inquisition
condemning criminals
(predominantly crude
crepuscular Cro-
Magnon like creatures)
amidst a bloody
sea of crimson
and clover, where within usurped
hinterlands, there flourishes
enslavement jurisdiction
hard (heart sell) earned manumission
thru sworn fealty to attend
willy nilly, and
pamper ruling powers,
sans whimsical nocturnal necessitation,
especially eunuch horns
dill agent allegiance,
asper unquestioned prurient qualification
eventually (meaning soul posthumously,
quintessentially, and
subsequently) acquiring redemption,
plus bridging the gulf
between life and death,
viz longed for unification
as penultimate non plus
ultra holy communion
despite disparate, distinct,
and diverse denomination
afterlife automatically bespeaks,
concedes, and decrees equalization
erasing mortal edicts
against fraternization,
whereat atheist and/or orthodox
religious attain graduation
figuratively hewing eternal
(fashioning noteworthy Gabriel)
angelic exhaltation heavenly melodies
exhorting glorious habituation
incorporating individuals
into idealogical institution.
Positive psychology
of enlightened empowerment,
contrasted with economically unenlightened
and politically disempowering trauma
Through millennia of emergent anthro-hubris
monoculturalism
monotheism
and anthropocentric
value-monopolistic
capitalism
Brings us into each mindful conscious moment
of co-empathic win/win
AnthroMind/EarthBody health-wealthy trust
Faith in co-passionate LeftBrain/RightEmBodied bicameral
cognitive-verbal/intuitive-nonverbal powers
potentiating sacred co-passion
conjoining organic cooperative pleasure
In discovering co-relational health powers
and ecologically wealthy light
within both public and personal transformative domains
Neurological anthro-scapes
and ecological landscapes
positive win/win networking
toward culture/climate health,
interior as exterior
Powers to love,
to compassionately communicate
verbally and nonverbally
what we all wish to become
To give forward co-redemptive democratic health
and ecologically valued inter-religious wealth
Not ever-more privately condemning,
and publicly criminalizing,
marginalizing,
capitalizing against
eviscerating powers
To ever-more polyculturally engage
polytheistic
EarthJustice
sacred-mind/organic-body vocational destiny
of sufficiency
simplicity
compassionately pleasing peace.
Positive local-ego and global-eco balanced psychology
through more cooperative bicameral discourse
and less competitive anthropocentric debate
Co-passionate discernment
for happy, healthy, and kind multicultural ecotherapy
Not degenerating ever-more losses
into frenzied
cognitive v intuitive
thought v feeling
mind v matter
sacred v organic
brain v body
human v divine
Dissonance
dissociation
dualism
divorce
demented LeftBrain domination writ large
Global economic and political competition values
deemed more evolutionarily efficacious
than cooperative bicameral
dipolar co-arising
co-passionately co-empathic
peaceful pleasures
of AnthroMindFullness inside
EarthEmbodied integrity
inter-religiously manifest
outside
Together
embracing positive eco-psychology
of enlightened empowerment,
contrasted with economically unenlightened
and politically disempowering
irreligious RightWing trauma.
A man sitting on a toilet seat giving strength to his belly,
though resting his chin on his hand imitating the thinker
who is sitting in front of the gate of hell with deep thoughts,
naked on the bottom-half because he couldn't get completely naked
like the thinker, excretes waste from his body.
Although the waste excreted from his body can be flushed out
it may alleviate him for a while, the belly still is a bit uneasy
from the accumulated evil thoughts he kept in his body for years,
won't be able to flush out.
That's why the toilet seat starts to crack,
and because overly abusing the lower body
the pain creeps up from the bottom of the pit,
and that would be the entrance to the little hell.
If you see it from another angle, you can say that
the water from the toilet is the water of Lethe, which
will merge into Elysium, and therefore it may be Utopia;
then why squat down on the toilet seat troubled.
It's rather interesting to watch life,
since he is unable to filter the root of the larger hell
that is lurking somewhere in his body, though,
he fell into own dodge, condemning the lower belly,
unable to leave the toilet.
You are a weary wanderer going after a soul that drifted away;
you are a befogged soul facing hell but turning away from it,
and anchored the weight of your mind to the hell that is
on the other side of the world, sniffing a nauseous smell of sulfur
bubbling up from the bottom of the deep sea.
You are a wounded charger dashing aimlessly through the midst
of the smoke of battle and the rain of bullets, therefore, though
you have a mane you are unable to rise or call the wind, yet carrying
a self-conceited pedant who favors the use of unfamiliar words and
invents odd phrases to show-off on your back.
Why don't you, instead of pacing in hell,
swallow a handful of powder to help loosen the bowels excrete
the layer after layers of evil thoughts and the heaps of wastes
accumulated in the body for decades.
Singers and dancers,
artists and writers,
philosophers and poets,
academics and health professionals,
parents and teachers,
actors and contemplatives,
grandparents and children,
live and die between Heaven and Hell.
Between Heaven's interdependent sensory Enlightenment
and Hell's individual secularized Industrious-Militant Revolutions
Pathology and sin result from severing healthy spiritual tools
for development
from degenerative denatured fake-wealth weapons
for destruction.
Heaven's tools restore peace
where re-tooled weapons
without divine mercy
redistribute Hell's sure-fire punishments.
Sacred tools,
like bicameral hearted minds,
were
and are
for hunting,
gathering
harvesting
cooking
serving
cleaning
recycling
composting
regathering,
impressing
not trangressing,
health-restoring FuturePowers.
Weapons were
and are
for killing
threatening
hating
condemning
judging
repressing
depressing
suppressing wealthy MultiGenerational Matriarchal FlowCycles.
Technological tools,
post industrial,
have evolved from
WorldWideWebs of Heaven
for cooperative social health information
Too often devolved into propaganda weapons
against WorldWideWalls for self-ghettoizing Hell
promulgating competitive anti-social disinformation.
Sacred tools, verbal and non-verbal,
derive from
and help build
heart-paths toward progressive liberties in love
and conserving equitable and responsible compassions.
Secularized weapons
contrive from
and help destroy
other paranoid
rabidly bipolar
mind pathologies.
Sacred tools serve immortal life.
Secular weapons serve up violent death.
Just as word choice
is the smallest detail
of communal win/win communication,
Weapon choice is the smallest
and also least cognitively wealthy, part
of commercial and residential conscious win/win choice-making
well-tooled
politically healthy
true-wealth conserving co-investment,
Articulating
incarnating
re-creating
sacred life evolving in-between
LeftBrain's ideas of Heaven
and RightBrain's experiences of lose/lose Hell.
Darkness you have a funny way of shading the light
colour coding from such a pit spinning the web of deceit
clouds within suffering victims cry to the heaven's
Shame on such corrupt souls poisoned by lies
twisting truth shows bad manners condemning justice
to speak correctly false faced inside forked tongues
Where the poor are heavily burdened inside such greed
values no longer hold the ground to address this shift backwards
principles are darned from the fabric sewn into morality
Backwards thinking science crosses a great divide in society
slavery is rising fast where the toils of labour have been reduced
to crusts little crumbs are being swept away like worthless pieces of dust
V.
It used to be understood that
people were pretty safe,
that our streets and our neighborhoods
weren’t a dangerous place,
that you could let your kids go out
and they’d come back alive,
that we had good law enforcement,
security to thrive.
But now they coddle criminals,
help them get out early,
our cities have become failed states
of crime, drugs, and feces.
Worse yet is they’re importing them,
illegals in cruel gangs,
handing out money to the thugs
who probably should hang.
It seems a week doesn’t go by
we don’t see migrant crime,
people murdered and women raped,
it happens all the time.
Whole apartments taken over,
the tenants extorted,
by people your leaders let in
so they could get ahead,
all of it just to rig the vote
so they alone can win,
no problem with condemning you
to a future quite grim.
Your life has no meaning to them,
they’ll gladly leave you screwed,
see the evil and don’t forget
what was taken from you.
The King of Kegs
He was the town drunk, that
everyone loved.
Didn't care about being arrested
nor his children going food less.
But at the bar, oh such a big hit.
Always knew tons of jokes, he
was the King of the Kegs!
And nary a night, was he not lit.
The sobers, shall we say, judged
him as socially, mentally and
morally unfit.
Such self-righteous boring twits!
Who judged him to death, never
thinking that they had major
shortcomings and faults, too!
As we say in the USA, these prigs
thought they were it!
They had no idea he was attending
recovery meetings at night.
They so wrongly were condemning
his addictive plight.
The King of Kegs became quite sober.
Moreover, he saved many, many others
from death.
He even opened a mission is southern
LA that operates to
this day and helped thousands to give
up the booze and live a life with nary
a drop of alcohol to begin their day.
Nope, you won't hear of such heroes
like this on the news, no!
Too busy decrying the evil men do.
After all, a fat paycheck buys them
the best shoes.
Things that are magnificent, my
friends simply are not worthy of news.
+Here's to all the good people in the
world, including all those suffering from
addictions, their families and those who
do not understand that it is both a
psychological and physical addiction,
not a moral one.+
August 3, 2019
3:45am PST
RELIGIOSITY
To truly be a Christian, saintly woman or man,
Not to have just a religion, but to be born again.
A new birth truly happens in the inner man,
by the blood of Jesus Christ though some if can’t understand.
Meats refrained, keeping the Sabbath, it doesn’t bother me,
Whatever makes a better person, or brings you liberty.
Respecting people’s differences, in each rightful place .
their beliefs and their diversities in each given race.
True religion is to truly love, God and man,
it is the faith of Christianity, the rock which we stand.
Win the heart and not the war, should be our only plight
Proclaim to show the Way who Jesus is, Truth and the Light.
God justifies the humble, not who think he is right.
It’s by my Spirit says the Lord, and not by power and might.
So why focus on the mote making your brother cry,
When you can’t see pass the beam that’s in your own blinded eye.
Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.
Not condemning one another for their inherent belief.
Yes the wheat and tares they grow together, if you please,
Spiritual battles to win are won upon your bended knees.
When the blind leading the blind, no one can really see,
When love is absent, all it is, re-li-gi’osi-ty.
oh there is this voice in my head that echoes
sometimes whispering venomous, poison insults
and at times screaming negativity... grasping my heart
twisting my spirit to tatters and ruin
a parrot mimic, chattering in the dark corridors
of my mind, hiding in all my inner private spaces
plucking and yanking, killing my tranquility
STOP your endless speaking and your crippling malice
I cry, for there is another voice murmuring
a voice softer but much stronger
this voice is courage and will nullify your condemning
in the hush-hush of night I must listen to both voices
and my insides are aching . . this is what I have to say noxious voice
I wish to be an eagle flying high and not a parrot caged in my mind . . .
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January 13, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/The Poisonous Parrot
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1104-553-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Plucking The Poisonous Parrot
sponsor, Maureen McGreavy
Third Place
Society – me ****
Society, the straight jacket of “socially” acceptable mores,
condemning all to a “one size fits all living coffin.
Social “mores”, cultural cudgels of “independent thought”,
ballyhooing the wonders of our differences
until Society’s sycophancy rears its head in obsequious disapproval.
Societal “Class Warfare” – High Society gazing at the “Waterfront”,
the homeless wrestling the wharf rats for scraps.
Secular secessionists worshiping the gods of political pontification
while the poor listen to the rumble of empty bellies
the elected intelligentsia nudge each other at the trough.
9/21/2016
submitted to – What Is Society? - poetry contest