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Brave New World
A 'world' it is and it spins around in mad circuits of loopy loops.
Has reached an infinite array of denominations in which foolish
insane clowns have taken over the asylum once more as bedlam
pretends liberation as the counterfeit currency of nauseating progress.
'New' I have my doubts though when fiddling with reconstruction
conjures novel aspirations from Holocaust to Hiroshima from pure
race unadulterated megalomania to narcissistic greed ‘all can be
done’ but the genie emerges from Huxley’s toxic bottle unrestrained.
'Brave' should pertain to courage when golden means and common
sense of virtue defaced by ugly grimaces facades mascara of tainted
moderation succumbs to mediocrity construed by disingenuous evil.
An aberration of jesters plotting naked feasts of blinded engineering.
Temptation is an ancient theme and just because we are capable to
plot our own demise does not preclude some hesitation or valid
inhibition as courage must incorporate the rationale. Not to follow in
wolf’s clothing a script of Faustian cloning just because we can.
Manipulation of chromosomes through twisted recombining helices
as a stairway to hell gave us Dolly the sheep. Another incarnation
braying ‘Give me body parts’ to harvest stem cells modified amino
acids like little devils on steroids and protein shakes of unpredictability.
The most cunning argument for creating whole new persons brought
to the fore the notion that if we the ‘good ones’ do not follow science
to create what evolution failed to build from nature’s garden and God’s
promise then the malign others surely will and consequently all is lost.
The mind boggles in the light of self-righteousness and the delusion
that refusal and resistance are signs of cowardice and the misconception
that two or numerous wrongs result in right and law when duty could
prevail as guardian for another world of sanity and accepting our limits.
The thought police and miscreant paradigms of Dolly’s dogma will surely
try to silence my opinion that courage has another merit than the scientific
infestation that my mind and brain needs to be cloned in order to restrain
my voice of caution but when I shout ‘enough’ at least my dignity remains.
Why Rumi, you're intriguing me, with a reason so profound.
For your premise and it's remedy portrays you devil's advocate.
Who counters postulations, with a different point of view.
And offers meditation, to question one's beliefs.
Mankind desires healing, though save his self neglect.
To sacrifice well being, risks a needless brush with death.
Your prognosis is uncertain, while healing, comforts needs.
Inflicting illness on oneself, whichever way, you choose,
Is certainly a paradox, where reason seeks the truth.
An insight of this notion, how vaguely it's construed.
Was to question it's morality, and if, one does approve
By helping others to recover, whenever they fall ill,
Is not what you intended, by what you did propose.
But to suggest self administration, to satisfy desire..
Indeed it's pure delusion, where science is concerned,
The theory is, keep healthy, remember Darwin's words
The survival of the species, is what's desired most.
12/ 10/ 2016.
"If you desire healing
Let yourself fall ill
Let yourself fall ill"
Jalaluddin Rumi.
Winding it's way to the journey of the soul
this meandering
path
uncovers reasons
for injustice and smites the wrong
no damper is put upon
those that look inside
reveal
what is accepted and upheld
following in the direction of the masters
The journey is sometimes cloaked in secrecy
as it tumbles over rocks on it's way to the wisdom sea
filling up the skies with a brilliant light
that seems to shine on
right through the night
The journey could to some
be construed as trouble
for others perhaps just a pebble that sits in the way
to others it is a kiss
for the truth will find it's own day.
Form:
Do you ever listen to people
Who swear they are best friends
But as soon as your back is turned
That's where the friendship ends
In front of your face
You are a guardian angel
Counsellor, confidant and best friend
But don't be surprised to know
Its laced with lies and full of hypocrisy
But who are they fooling
When you know it's an act
Last time you scandalize me
With your construed stories
And distorted facts
Last time you came to spite me
Nail me to the cross
With all your lies and fakery
I wish you would get lost
I am not the last one
To taste your poisoned tongue
But like a Chameleon that changes colour
You personality has joined the lizard clan.
You come with your greetings
False face and lies
Your fakery is disloyalty
Camouflaged with a disguise
What a joke when you came to help me
When you never did before
Have you come to crucify me
Nail me to your cross
I wish you would take your fakery
I wish you would get lost
Judas was a disciple
Once a godly man
Formed his own congregation
But when it was time for loyalty
That's was when the friendship end.
I went to heaven
Cherishing an opulent living in world,
anticipating a front seat in heaven,
I was made to believe that Yamraj will send
a white chariot taking best of souls up above,
Where Dharamraj with scroll of our work
will give a final verdict on ranking,
And pronounce a heaven to the one
who pursued life with spiritual karma.
But to my surprise ....
I only died to introspect,
All goodness gave me joy
grief was all the unwanted,
Realm of no heaven or hell
as my soul wandered,
How in life we fought on caste, religion and creed,
As if it would take to reign in heavens
and satiate an ominous afterlife greed.
Nothing I was empty handed,
no riches, no comforts taken along,
Barely anything above serene clouds,
No fairies or gardens of paradise,
Just a soul afloat with lifetime turned to ashes,
Mind the only reaping land,
ideas sowed in cognitive bruit,
Cruelty and cheat the hell,
heaven the karma of kind hands,
Content the ultimate divine fruit.
Dreaming ending into the actual,
by the crude croaks of raven,
Wondered having construed factual,
I went actually through my inner heaven !!
Written Dec 1st, 2015
For contest "I went to heaven"
By Laura
**
Yamraj is God of death and Dharamraj maintains a record of our deeds/ karma.
Awarded 2nd place win
Dutiful discipline drives devoted diligence...
Quotidian dedication describes
das deft dude,
his promising passion
with English language
within recent past dim sum
might notice he brewed
poems about common
trials and tribulations food
for thought self sadist factorially
reasonably rhyming oft times
incorporating analogy, metaphor, simile
more so to stave
writer's block fortitude attitude
versus less to impress any
first time unknown reader,
or anonymous regular
guy/gal follower disproportionately
emphasizing burgeoning agonizing
travails analogously Druid
cursed his existence fearsome
oaf got me matt chewed
rendered into pulp fiction
subsequently spit viewed
within circle comprising
cannibalistic primate creatures
roam'n around within
makeshift amphitheater crude,
yet sophisticated as
simplistically configured, construed
convoluted edifice witnessed
snaking snarky conga line
weaving and bobbing amidst
totemic pillars where well
kneaded, muscled, oiled...
flesh glimmering while nude
on green acres, whereat
arbitrary petticoat junction etude
aired by linkedin foo fighting
beastie boys in the hood
paying homage to their
benevolent patron - Saint Jude
honoring self serving
cisco, duck, eagle - feather nesting
arrogant, bombastic, conceited...,
egos trumpeting barren airs
exuberantly keyed how
village people got royally screwed
taken to cleaners riverside,
whereby sudden deluge didst flood
courtesy of... mad
don (huh) feeling stewed,
who sought world dominance
raged at populace he should
receive nobel peace prize
and voted, nee crowned emperor
demanded cachet else...
he promised to force unglued
freedoms of life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness!
believe it or not I love everybody
I come from a long line of constraints
I am often told what I can and can't
Yet still I love everybody
Respectively I deplete deploring circumstances
That's got me embraced I am conditioned and treated by the color of my face
Repertoire
Can ignore the realities everyone does not like me
isn't against me
You dislike me because I'm different than you
This is your point of view
Construed, miscued
Some relish in prejudice
For it's the few that confounds and contains me
This is the racial reality
For you see prejudice there's no place here for you in me
You see in spite of this I still love everybody
And I grieve the few and hatred
with a Holy kiss
I love everybody
There's no room for prejudice in my heart
1/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Hostages kidnapped: casualties of war
After extorting pound of flesh
lifetime humiliation drummed into captives
hammering indelible nightmare
no amount of therapy can expunge.
Lifetime trauma inflicted perpetrators wage
dead bodies littered makeshift triage
death and destruction
exhibit super fresh killing fields,
where sally forth set pathmark
to abominable gut wrenching
ghastly hollow hellscape.
Haunting horrid macabre scenes assault,
batter, clobber, et cetera the senses
death construed as mutual
(of Omaha) collateral damage
fallout populated by zone of dead bodies
littering apocalyptic landscape
rendering spooky morbidly fascinating,
especially from safe vantage point
bajillion miles away
whereby yours truly
hunched over his Macbook Pro laptop
glanced the headlines without further delay
aid convoys moving into Gaza Strip
a tepid hip hip hooray
impossible mission for
overactive imagination of artist
or writer to capture bedlam and melee,
scaring up heavenly sight
for grim reaper soirée
repository for skull and crossbones
as arid (extra dry) winds hasten desiccation
whistling repartee (even from afar)
faintly resembling mourning of Zalay.
Countless hungry ill clad masses beg
the question regarding
purposefulness of mortal kombat
screaming in agony against cutthroat
belligerents who gleefully gloat
laying waste besieging
ship of state and emergency lifeboat
senselessly bombing spelling
likelihood for peace on earth remote
silencing the lambs and yellowthroat!
Methinks spouting protestation
against loosed strife,
courtesy demoniac *****sapiens
where talking heads strategize foo fighters
pointless exhalation of breath
sabotaging, shortchanging, siccing,
squashing, subjecting, et cetera
innocent bystanders ultimately hastening them/
they to untimely and unfair nasty,
shortish and brutal death
linkedin to personal choice of deity
and attendant religious shibboleth.
When women rule
Today at the hospital my walked
on crutches ten meters on the way and the same
Distance back. Her swollen ankles were slim and downright sexy thought of patting
her on her ample bum resisted
she said this act was gross.
How am I to argue we live in the century?
Of women in charge woo the man who did something
that could be construed as an act of invasion
he will be found out even if it happened 35 years ago.
The best he has to get a job as a street cleaner hopefully
or a prison warden, not a judge.
So think well all you masculine men what you did
when a mere teenage, hope no one will remember.
The formidable mountain of the undulating life,
needs to be climbed as the solemn summit calmly calls,
follow the undefined trail through the storm of strife.
Cross with devotion the designed gateways God installs,
and in His prescribed ordain repose your steadfast trust,
faith will show the path in the dark night of sordid squalls.
The turbulent ocean of the oscillating life in gruelling gust,
needs to be sailed serene, and the last anchorage found,
get guided by His omnipresent beacon with dedication just.
The dark alleys of suffering suffused with silence profound,
need to be lighted, and broken hearts recovered from abyss,
in the radiance of divine essence God’s grace will abound.
Floating on prayer hymn the journey isn’t construed amiss,
it takes life through the stillness of soul to the bay of bliss.
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February 6, 2021
Rhyme checked on RhymeZone
Contest : Heart Universes-Updated
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh