Long Demote Poems
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NonViolent messiahs
and bodhisattvas
are not born to scorn
or demonize
or even demote
or excommunicate
win/lose competition games
like capitalism
and patriarchalism
and systemic racism
and sexism
and totalitarianism
and fundamentalism
and dogmatism
All politically privileged
undemocratic
sometimes self-righteously punishing
authoritarian parenting shame
and teaching individualistic blame
and governing with rod and staff
and cannon and nuclear ballistics
Making ZeroSum Win to Lose
evolutionary assumptions
about a dog eat dissociated
dehumanized dog world
filled with personal
and political,
local
and global,
cognitive/affective bicameral dissent
monoculturing leftbrain dominant
lack of co-invested passion
for win/win
resilient healthy and safest resolutions
Angelizing
re-connecting
re-weaving
ego/eco-therapeutic
bicameral co-arising
compassionately communicating
win/win cooperative co-investments
democracy transgeneratively empowering
integral systemic healing
with NonZero Zone positive
health/wealth anticipations
Mediating
revolutionary 20/20
multi-sensory revisioning
Right Yintegral/Left Yang co-empowering
eco-politically enlightening
bicamerally intelligent
health resilient
win/win systemic wealth
restoring
re-ligioning EarthJustice/Peace
regenerative
preventatively resilient
brilliant consciousness
of YangPower
co-passioning YintegraLight
Angelizing
positive compassions
in-between Heaven's ancient spiritual light
and Earth's natural co-passioned powers.
Knick-knacks, bottle caps, pop tabs, and acid
The reflux of my mind of many memories redacted
Connections don't elucidate the fuzzy things that happen
Only emphasize the vacuity of brains fried and flattened
I wouldn't deign to age another decade with this habit
But self-control's a feeble virtue in youthful years uncounted
Demote me to a lesser life where everything is vapid
My rancor for the world only grows as time elapses
I press on indulgently into the sugared gasses
The romance of it influence next generations addicts
For boys discover empathy and girls affirm their status
They haughtily plod to the tracks as the sully train passes
Luckily for the bereft
grieving through darkness alone
dawn is abundantly deft
at its medicinal tone.
When a new morning appears,
duty abruptly commands
focusing thoughts on careers
and some routinized demands.
During distressing ordeals,
structural chores are, of course
spokes on restorative wheels,
turning with rhythmical force . . .
Multiple labors assigned
(whether unique or mundane)
comfort the crestfallen mind
like an elixir for pain.
Physical efforts promote
pleasing endorphins to rise.
Mental endeavors demote
misery’s spirit and size.
Affable people abound,
sharing benevolent goals.
Meaningful purpose is found,
forged in incredible roles.
Muscular hearts can attest
circular time is renowned
for its centrifugal zest,
helping the lovelorn rebound!
E. V. Wyler
What do I want to write?
I will write about whatever the h I want to write
Why do you feel like you have to write about
Christmas on Christmas Day?
I will write about dreams
Do you believe in dreams?
No
Dreams are for dreamers
Because everything you do is dictated by the Man - God
You cannot do, say anything that
if He doesn't want you to do it
you can't do it
I want to start things long ago
But can I start?
No
He doesn't want me to start it
Everything has a time - its time
If if it's not the right time
You can't do it
So what are dreams good for?
They motivate you
They put things in the back burners
- in the back of your mind
That yes, you should get to it
When are dreams fulfilled?
When the Man upstairs fulfills ya
And that could be today
tomorrow, who knows?
Who is the Boss?
It's certainly not you
You are not the boss
I am not the boss
No one is the boss - except Him
He dictates it
And don't you forget it
Got to tell you a story
I know this one girl
Who got promoted so quick
Until one day she thinks she is King
Because that was what I thought
When I saw the way she treated the other person
And the next day, guess what?
She was no longer running the show
She did something she was not supposed to
And get canned
So you see?
God can promote you
And He can demote you
Don't think you can run the show
Don't let your head get all wired
And forget
Only HE - can run the show
Whose show is it?
His
You are only here because of Him
You only do because He makes you do it
Don't think it is you who is doing it
Good luck and good show
Be a Merry Christmas, will ya?
You can't Punk my metal, you can't Punk my metal/
You may steal my ouija board from the cemetery/
But, you can never punk my metal/
You can't Punk my metal, my verses are stainless/
All my opponents are like zombies, they're brainless/
Their verses are painless, you don't feel a thing/
But every time I speak, you feel it in your veins/
Adrenaline high, my songs are do or die/
Trying to imitate my style, you can't even try/
My word play is something that you can not explain/
All these metal wannabe are just Plain Jane/
I'm changing the game, you a pawn in the way/
This King will take your Queen, it's nothing you can say/
You just trying to stay afloat, I'm the skipper on this boat/
You can either demote, or bow down and devote/
I'm coming to your town, and I'm coming with a vengeance/
Vengeful... No time for repentance/
Sinful... No time to just listen/
You can't Punk my metal so just stop pretending/
I am the superior, exterior and the ulterior/
You can not compare, it's clear that you're inferior/
The best to ever do it, the greatest to ever try it/
If I think it, it appear, all I gotta do is write it/
I spit nothing but fire, like a full submachine gun/
My verses are true, they're not repetitious/
We don't like your metal, but that's none of my business/
You a punk rocker, you should be a TikToker/
With these metal head actors, who deserve them an Oscar/
Imposters, give the people what they deserve/
And retire while you still can, hurry up I urge/
It's really your only option before you get eradicated/
You killing the metal game and my fans hate it/
I'm killing the metal game and everyone loves it/
I'm exposing all frauds, and you got busted/
Instruction to court reporter
Despite the superb qualifications of these individuals, and despite the fact that President Trump and his legal advisors at the White House and Department of Justice reviewed, approved, nominated and appointed them to serve as interim U.S. Attorneys even before the Senate confirmed them, the President has now forced both of them to resign.
Todd Gilbert resigned about a month after his appointment as interim U.S. Attorney as he refused Department of Justice pressure to demote a longtime non-political attorney from the leadership team in his office. Erik Siebert resigned on September 19 as he refused Administration pressure to bring a baseless criminal case against someone who President Trump sees as a political opponent.
When asked on September 19 about Siebert, Trump admitted: “I want him out.” Trump later bragged about firing Siebert on his social media account. Bizarrely, he claimed that one reason was that Senator Warner and I had recommended him and that we were “bad guys” and “bad Senators.” He seems to have entirely forgotten that he himself nominated Siebert and Gilbert to be U.S. Attorneys!
Financial loss of counters opposite failing verbals
This task of free speech even when instructions are given legally fails the mind of staff members.
Yet term limits are produced in a non progressive product of conclusion
Corruption evidence from failure within the highest branches of government.
The process of liberating in military cut throat allergiance sense hesitates and war gains a list life no longer disruptive as passed tense is drawn.
Fairest and prettiest of all queens, you're never faithful to your king whose hands
barely touch your luscious lips that others secretly kiss;
and you meet them in an empty dungeon to satisfy your urges of lover,
not honoring those vows blessed by that priest who sprinkled Holy Water.
In the prime of your youth, you were given in marriage
for an exchange of great wealth by a father so greedy and heartless
who sought his interest, refusing to admit you were of a tender age;
and he brings his gifts to appease a king who won't demote his rank of prince.
Loyal maids know each secret and arrange your meetings with another knight,
keeping a watchful eye, and they would warn you if they heard footsteps;
naked and screaming, enjoying the ecstasy of lustful lover...wishing it would be night,
to forget the lack of everything: from sensual kisses to warm caresses.
Does guilt ever accuses your conscience of wrongdoing,? No, you seek revenge
by having continuous affairs with knights who have more sexual drive than an old king.