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12 pillars.
2 fates
1 decision
Exempted actions, by masking the past with elegant words, preplanned manned with extraordinary deviance. But I’m the only immortal that has to deal with previous:
“issues”
of
“issues” caused by the other fate. The worst fate? The right? This is where the road forks. Do you risk it? Is it worth it? What merit has been given to be given a chance.
But that’s the answer: chance.
Do you chance it on fate? Or hate the outcome after the decision.
Premonitions leading to self doubt and questioning.
Deducing outcomes
But there’s only one… right?
12 flags, all red and white.
Surrendering up old habits or signs of repetition?
The colors are mixed well.
In completion
Completing what exactly?
Peace without a piercing police
Pictures partial pressure from Pilate
But when problem post players on duty
Then true disciples' hearts show beauty
I become a burning offering in the hand of fiery furnace
In close proximity to my unaccountable sternness
Behind the need of my annoyance is His deviance from humans' eyes' acquaintance
To a nailed abundance in availability cum anytime, my Blessed Assurance
Scary tale of my untold challenge among Noble
If I tell to all ears probably would have get me ennoble
But firstly I charge my lips against the snitch
Cool and calm with foaming wounds so hard to stitch
Yet, I am surrounded by vicious darling beasts
Standing despite known of the power in the name of the Holy Priest of priests
Sure spirit alert in Him and all wonders done yet Judas fear not such act
As unknown to him let it be to mine he is making brio protract
Pointless view as background of checkmate
To the ego that boost enemies' pride of hate
Is the energy calling unto love to rise
And act accordingly without staging any deceitful eye
But all in all, I know the perished adorable one
Will still not count it a grace rather make out only fun
Let s/he be known for the agony of h/her plot
That the chart fits perfectly a good turnaround lot
Violence keep up pace with peace in silent trouble
Yet, with smile everyone dines as brothers for cheers to double
Lest relationship becomes a rubbling affair
Running in a circle of lifeless concern less occupied to repair
The mighty giant's warfare up against benevolence
With piercing heart, pure eyes viewing violence
Without hesitation I call, on the Name of the Lord.
I know He saves; for my prayer, won’t be ignored.
Praise be to the Name of Jesus
For through it, world becomes no bonus
To deceitfulness in particular of Satan
That all one by one would become an aten
What more to attribute great CHEAT to the heavenly Judas ever live
In his allusive acts, pleasing canal; ever active
Save us from all form of deceitfulness with heart
That fallacy stopped by to be not seen an art
Amen!
Wanting to know I’m safe.
Wanting to know I’m good.
Needing security.
Needing praise.
Needing courage.
Wanting to be brave.
An hour and thirty minutes
the daylight has been gone.
But in my state of mind
it has been too long.
I need you here
to scare away the fears,
to hide away the tears.
Six years old.
Innocence lost.
Only my sanity
is the cost.
These nightmares won’t
set me free.
I only see
what I’ll never be.
He ruined me.
He ruined me.
He’s installed panic
in my head.
Makes me wish
I were dead.
His deviance
controls me.
Even the truth
won’t set me free.
His power over me
enrages my heart.
He’s taken my soul
and torn it apart.
He took my values
and made me ill.
And yet they expect me
to love him still.
I’ll never understand
this cold, cruel world.
How can a daddy
harm his little girl?
So many seek you by the light of the dawn only to lose you through the haze of dusk
You are mysterious at times a silent secret in the navel of mans thoughts, a deviance
a variate inside the doors of the conscience far remote when peppered with denial
you want to be sought after like love agape,
so many seek you by the light of the dawn, only to lose you to the heady scent of musk
you are like a fine cut diamond in the raw, if I press you to a mirror you break the image
you save, you redeem, you make deer sleep, you see a sinner and turn him into snow
Palpable like the studded stars of heaven every filament of your grace, is a hot burner
You show up at the most inconvenient times and sometimes the most timely ones too
So many seek you by the light of the dawn but you being truth, always come as you are,
clear faced and bold, you hold your own
So many seek you by the light of the dawn only to lose you through the haze of dusk
you are mysterious, at times a silent secret in the navel of a womans thoughts , deviant.
"The Theory of Positivism"
It’s criminal
all theories tie that life
in neat tight black bows
the presents under
that tree of life
wide spread
arms once wide open
now closed
are presence of mind
essence embedded
in a heart shut tight
pumping blood cold steel
silver bullets
tutorial delivers the student
an exercise exorcised
in a class room
all glass barriers
broken
revealed in sharp shards
by observer
with scientific mind
articulated
strings
unravel irrationally
Love is the Key
that opens
and locks all doors
Irrevocably
no tears shed at weddings
future turns it back
on past tensed
were there
weddings
question mark
in time
sealed
official
red wax
stopped
Survival
reflex
temporal
hushed
yet
revealed
Pull the Trigger
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Remember Us” / Aqualung feat. Sara Bareilles
https://youtu.be/J5Ecrt96ojo
Assessment, 2.
How can we “cure” deviance when psychological positivism has many
distinct and conflicting theories?
https://openoregon.pressbooks.pub/ccj230/chapter/4-6-positivist-criminology
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Positivist_school_(criminology)
https://www.bartleby.com/essay/The-Psychological-Positivism-Theory-On-All-Of-F3EBSL9CPLL5
trigger.
https://www.goodtherapy.org/blog/psychpedia/trigger
LYRICS/ "Remember Us", Aqualung feat. Sarah Bareilles
https://genius.com/Aqualung-remember-us-lyrics
I intended to say
when I was young
each day felt too slowly incremental
toward my generation's time in Earth's wiser sun,
But my ancient extended hand
keeps writing "exponential"
while incremental
paradox climates of Boomer
boring catastrophic dominance
over shadows summer's equinox of burning
toxic sun.
I pretend to hope and think
I
and my generation
and my local community
could,
and even should,
invite Earth's incremental exception,
a golden holiday
within sad degenerative climate history.
But my ancient retreading feet
keep reaching for an internal climate of acceptance
where no exception
could ever think or feel
interdependently left against right
relation.
Incremental eco-unlogical exceptions
to sacred business as everyday win/win left usual
in maturing might is more right
for youth's wealthy individuation,
Where exponential future acceptance
invites positive climate deviance
in right's past transgenerative roots,
meditative communal branches,
healthy flowering fluent seeds
of communication
Slowly emerging
through incremental wealth exceptions
to disempowering climates
introducing global experiential eco-village acceptance
for Earth's most patriotic health empowerment.
"We appreciate the popular democratic intention,"
began the Drag Queen Ball proclamation,
'Equity for All'
We would even more appreciate
a more specific lack of pretention:
'Equity for All Victims'
of Straight
White
Patriarchal Privileged
Trauma.
The masculine hotness we admire,
and gladly serve,
is a renewed ecofeminist face
to replace past Patriarchal
Capitalist
unfortunate RightWing embrace.
Ecocide,
like Transgender Matricide,
devolves from Patriarchal-Capitalist
self-fulfilling dark prophecies
win/lose zero-sum survivalist economies
fueled by hellish
anthro-privileged
dis-rapturous
anti-health for all
anti-living Earth becoming All
monotheistically desperate
demonic despair
Of a Straight White FatherGod
incapable of ecocidal repair
while continuing to invest
in punishing deviance
from Straight White Male
cosmic monotheistic glare.
From Rob Brezsny, except my own bracketed commentary, Pronoia, p. 274:
I say that the Creator includes death as an essential part of evolution's master plan.
Lifetime after lifetime,
our immortal[ly shared DNA/RNA solidarity] souls take on a series of temporary forms
as we help unfold,
in our own small ways,
the inconceivably complex plot
of the divine [regenerating positively deviant v. negatively deviant] drama.
Each time we die,
it's hard and sad to our time-bound [tragically doomed reductive] egos.
But from the perspective of the part of us that has always been
and will always be [We],
it's simply part of the epic adventure
[divine pronoia comedy].
The abolition of [either self or other-selves] suffering
is a worthy goal [of positive bothMe-andWe deviance].
" Mephistopheles became a river whose current flowed in the wrong direction,
he believed that suffering could be eradicated from life,
absurd as lead being wieghtless,
his deviance led him to challenge my hegemony in the meditterranian world
during the climax of ancient Rome.
He became obsessed with silly theories of evil,
money is evil, war is evil,
vengence, dishonesty, greed, everything instrumental
to gaining competitive success Mephistopheles was considering to be bad,
he had gone insane
and so I immolated him to the Cosmos
and in loving memory I established a Church, an Empire, from his life,
I made gold from grease."
I was completely stunned by these revelations,
I nearly forgot how to breathe,
I was like a child lost in a labyrinth of questions, doubts & beliefs,
every walkway becoming longer,
every moment
darker, everything true suspect,
I was panicing through amazement,
I mustered the strength to ask one more question
before He dismissed me,
do you think you're evil,
the Devil said,
" I am remorseless, unforgiving and unmistakable,
I can be the pulse of your dreams
and the strain in your heart,
I am a purity so clean
that I am toxic to the profane; I am flesh."
J.A.B. Copyright 2013
Who is to say what is Light
And what is Darkness?
Just because my new found freedom
Comes with new found knowledge
Does not mean that I am wrong.
What calls to me of the Darkness
Is also a Light into and unto of itself
It calls to me more clearly than
Anything else ever has. It has
A power to make me feel alive.
It calls to me and lets me know
Who I am and who I am meant
to be. I know there are people
Who will never understand that
This is something I feel is Right.
I feel this to my very core.
So many people think this
Is Deviance at its best. Not
I as I know I am not deviant
Just a woman who needs change.
A woman who needs unusual
Things to help me feel Alive.
Who needs to know my command
Is followed to the letter. To know it
is my will that is followed without question.
Welcome to my new found life of
Hope, Life, Pleasure and Pain.
Know that I do this of my own
Free will and I have thought this
Through more so than you know.
I am not normal so everyone
Else's normal has not worked
For me. For once I am alive
And in control of my Destiny.
Darkness or Light..it is what it is.......
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