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A house divided can not stand. This thought was hailed by greater men but I feel these words need to be said once again.
Can we not find common ground to be a nation resolute and proud?
Our universities once fertile for debate if you speak out it will be you who they will castigate.
O tempora o mores did Cicero exclaim is it the child parents of the past raised in rebellion are they to blame.
We are not perfect and never will be but we live in a nation that allows us to be more than our grasp because we are free.
Let us stop this new speak and microaggression, our safe space, all of this only retards our progression.
We are a nation born of adversity, let us rejoice in our inalienable diversity
A hours divided cannot stand.
Bias lurks beneath our outward veneer, unaware.
It hinders our sight, raising unseen walls.
None without exemption is prone to bias.
It is natural and it creeps into our minds, unseen.
Like the ripples of a silent stream, it causes wavelets,
Shaping our views from a distorted angle,
Limiting our sight into fleeting glimpses, partial and blur.
We should be able to see through the veil of our bias.
Perception must be a slow, steady and focused process,
And never a hurried one like that of a racing sprinter.
Develop a more inclusive approach and an open mind
Confront our biases with courage and perseverance
Enfold diversity with threads unique but blending as one.
It is in our differences, we find our true strength.
With deeper perspectives, we become more humane.
Let us accommodate truth within mind’s every fold.
Let us make alliance with all colors, cultures and creeds.
Embrace each as fellow beings of every country and clime.
Erase bias and in harmony, let our lives take wing!
Sadly, the weight of my conditioning holds me tight,
Preventing me from taking flight and soaring high.
Oh God, I pray to make me rid of all unconscious bias.
Help me see the light and awaken me to the power within.
Guide me towards truth that sets me free from all bias.
Strewn to the floor he collected his marbles and memories
Had played for hours as a child with his friends in the flat
Passed innumerable hours never bored always enthralled
Abraded by wear of near instant replay nostalgia flashes past
A time of Innocence and Recall of pure Joy
Collecting from lucky packets from the five and dime store
He cherished his treasures and assembled a wealth of its own
Built a shiny smooth fortune traded with his mates from next door
Never lost sight of his satchel clinking and clonking at every stride
Foundations of Wealth and Possessions
They only had a small space on the floor boards smelling of wax
Polished the wood and their skills on their knees with great care
Rolled the little balls one at a time to get the closest to the wall
Practised side spins straight lines curve balls ingenious bounce
Perfection and Victory held their suspense
But the little buggers appeared to have a devious thrall of their own
Fell into knotholes swerved back to where they had come from
Ricocheted recoiled or stayed idle deviated from inglorious norms
Some disappeared in the pantry just in time for a substandard deviation
Snookered in unintended Diversity
Today he respects outliers and dispersion from a delusive tendency
Cherishes and embraces people and places and different paradigms
Which include eccentricity oddballs and nonconformist dissidents
Finds beauty in a spread of reasons emotions and different drifts
When Loneliness strikes he looks fondly at his Marbles
28th June 2019
In the garden of time, where dreams intertwine like shadow and light,
A paradox flower opens its crystal petals, divine enigmas.
In the eye of a broken clock, seconds dance in circles of infinity,
Melancholy is a rainbow spilling across a sky of forgotten memories.
In the city of mirrors, where faces melt into rivers of anonymity,
A cloud of thoughts weeps its rain upon roofs of shared silence.
There, where beings are merely echoes of an unfinished song,
Puppet people, woven from threads of desire, scatter in the wind.
On the edge of an abyss of ideas, a fire butterfly burns its wings,
A paradox of beauty vanishing into a sea of banality.
In the heart of a forest of thoughts, trees search for their roots,
But the wind whispers stories of old, lost in time.
The sea of souls battles between rocks of misunderstanding and dreams,
Each wave a silent cry of an unfulfilled existence.
In the night sky, stars are the lights of unfulfilled desires,
And the moon casts its shadows, traveling through waves of melancholy.
In the silent halls of the mind, where thoughts find refuge,
A rainbow of ideas is born from the ashes of a fire extinguished too soon.
Paradoxically, unity is born from the acceptance of silent diversity,
And in the heart of a chaotic universe, a soul sings its unique melody.
The wisdom of God is his secrets
the glory of men to seek them out
but until he understands his childhood
he will cloud insight with his doubt
With our faith we can move mountains
overcome every obstacle in our road
can leap like the ibex every cliffside
and reach the gold of the motherlode
You have placed within inspiration
and in our minds to reach for stars
the diversity in planes of learning
until we make them completely ours
I bow before your majestic truths
laws of the cosmos contains no lies
the direction of its course is fixed
its movements to create us wise
Every speck we don't understand
we will seek till its truth divine
our only satisfaction its pursuit
until its completed in our mind
Only you can heal a blind man
or repair the lepers skin
transform hearts made of stone
change a man who he is within
Only your spirit can touch his inside
beyond his flesh and bone
only you can reach beyond ones sight
and heal the parts to us unknown
You have given us a need to learn
until we dig into solid rock
we will analyze every grain of sand
until its secrets we unlock
Like the sun our fires are burning
it drives what we weld in its heat
your energy warms our universe
and all its secrets we do seek
You have paved the road to wisdom
showered its path with justice and love
the power of truth and foresight
will produce the life we vision of
Genesis 1
New International Version (NIV)
The Beginning
1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2 Now the earth was formlessand empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.
3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good,and he separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning —the first day.
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC
Written: November 28, 2023
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In my last prayer, words and dreams merge,
My concepts have changed as a brittle verge.
Such a rainbow of hues in this growing vision,
My head swirls in whispered tasks and decisions.
Strong in my beliefs, I now question all things,
As if a veil is lifted, I sweated even the little things,
My soul is seeking knowledge and rearrange,
Now awkward by set ideals, I relish the strange.
No beyond blindness or rigidity to act as a slave,
Having altered, I am now freed from any cave,
In my recent musings, I have explored curiosity,
Getting raw insight and seeing awe in diversity.
My comprehension grows as I explore my mind,
Laying buried muse that shines akin to orbs aligned,
Placing the ideas in words is an ideal symphony,
Written words depict my impending destiny.
My route is wider, and I explore the universe,
Seeking wisdom all over, valuing what's diverse,
We ought to value this superb mental shift,
In our recent beliefs, raw prospects are adrift.
Nature loves diversity
just as air abhors a vacuum.
Stability lives in staged apposition with diversity
as Yang predicts Yin,
as time moving stably forward
predicts time imagined more diversely
as the history of regeneratively slow-evolving Earth.
Stability, without conjoining diversity,
is a highly subjective attribution
when blanketed across a lifespan,
when covering a generation of interdependent lifespans,
even when defining a genetically stable species
across many re-stabilizing generations.
What is stable within a life
is what is reliably conserved,
like a heart beat,
and breathing,
digesting and eliminating,
consumer and producer functions,
economic and political forms of conserving balance,
cooperative survival of the best interdependence
more than competitive Win/Lose frictions,
or all thoughts and feelings of stability
disappear.
Conserving stability over a lifetime
is a highly subjective attribution,
perhaps too broad and sweeping,
too global and universal
too totalitarian
too elitist biased
to be more microscopically accurate
across any one lifespan.
For example,
the growth rate of an infant
could not be stably conserved
throughout an eight-decade human life span,
nor could the constant two-year old questions, Why?
conserve stability
in a four-decade middle-age climate
of chronic crisis
about half-empty ecopolitical ego-stability.
Adolescent adventures in gender-related competitions
over multigenerational cooperations
could not stably conserve
a marriage
or a nation
or a planet
across a regenerative trans-speciating lifespan
of co-domesticating creolization,
democratization of shared wisdom,
health,
wealth.
I wonder if conserving stability
of bilateral mind,
and centering on stability with diversity body
more likely matriarchal than patriarchal,
oriented toward health and safety
across eight positive WinWin regenerations,
at eight-decades of humane life,
facing immanent individual ego-death,
could already be conservatively stabilizing
in the bicameral mindbody
of an infant child,
or even a stuck in adolescent competitions
patriarchal-dominant
nation?
They are one in the same for satan gave man this idea
But the facts are so lame plus the fact that I can see
That they could also see is what I wish, they'd finally come to realize
For a fish is a fish is a fish no matter how much one disagrees or lies
Just in the diversity alone never mind man's own intellect
Look at all the beauty shown from something it must reflect
Just look at how perfect you are no matter what you may say
Tonight just look up at one star unable to see just how far away
Say right now God were to Create a simple stone and then you came upon it
Through study you might think its age is known but in being wrong you'd admit
Special Creature now unknown to you is because satans lie's so easily conceals
Being that Special Creation is true thus the due credit he so often steals
Well he doesn't steal my praise away for God's Words are what I go by
Just greet the Lord in His day telling Him you no longer believe satan's lie
And just wait for His gentle breeze to blow as His creatures take to the sky
And even if you don't really even know, for yourself, just give the truth a try
In America's heartbeat, a rhythm's found,
Of dreams pursued, and freedom's ground.
From cities bold to small towns' charm,
A nation's spirit, in every single form.
Diversity's strength in every face,
United voices, in a hopeful place.
Innovation sparks, progress leads the way,
A land of chances, for a brighter day.
In every challenge, resilience shows,
A people rising, where courage grows.
From sea to shining sea, the land's alive,
With hearts so open, and a spirit that thrives.
America, a story of dreams and grit,
A nation built on hope, where hearts commit.
With freedom's torch, and hearts so bold,
A nation's journey, where stories unfold.
The good, the brave, the hopeful, the free,
A land of opportunity, for you and me.
From history's lessons to a future bright,
A nation's promise, in every single light.
In America's melody, voices blend,
A symphony of dreams, where all can tend.
With hearts united, and spirits high,
A nation's heartbeat, echoes across the sky.
From classrooms buzzing to fields of gold,
Dreams take shape, where young minds unfold.
America's future, in every single hand,
A nation's progress, across this promised land.
In diversity's power, the nation stands,
With hearts so open, and helping hands.
Communities thrive, where kindness leads,
A nation's strength, in love and deeds.
With innovation's spark, the future's lit,
A nation leading, where dreams take a hit.
From tech to arts, the creative play,
America's spirit, in every single way.
America's beauty, landscapes grand and wide,
From mountains high to oceans' gentle tide.
Nature's wonders, a treasure to share,
A nation's pride, beyond compare.
The people's voices, a chorus so clear,
In every vote, the nation's future's here.
With rights defended, and hearts so bold,
A democracy's heartbeat, worth more than gold.
In times of need, hearts come together fast,
Support flows freely, like summer's warmth at last.
A spirit of kindness, a willingness to share,
A nation's goodness, beyond compare.
A land of liberty, where dreams take flight,
With hope as fuel, and hearts alight.
America's story, in every single part,
A nation's journey, with a hopeful heart.
A powerful poem, inspired by a thought-provoking storyline on a show. We are all part of the great human family and everyone is important. Our diversity is a strength. Let's embrace every colour of the rainbow. Blessings.
We live by the blood of our ancestors
(Our names are written by light)
By Michelle Morris
17/02/2024
We stand on your shoulders
Yet the water is still above our heads
When will the nightmares end?
When will black no longer be dreaded?
We live by the blood of our ancestors
Spilled time and again to save our futures
When will our blood be enough?
When will the red be a good hue?
We survive and do our best to get by
We are black magic and black tragic for their games
When will we just be part of humanity?
When will our being be good enough to be named?
For shoulders are tired, so tired, so tired
And our blood is too wise, too wise, too wise
Our magic has tried, has tried, has tried
The tears stay in our eyes, our eyes, our eyes
For our ancestors have tried, have tried, have tried
And our future is strived, is strived, is strived
For too many loved ones have died, have died, have died
And our names have risen through pride, through pride, through pride
So, try to put us in the ground, with the dust and the worms
So, try to keep us down planting cotton and corn
And we will keep rising, like the sun each day
And we will be a tribe that lives on to say
We stand on one another's shoulders
And we will learn to swim
We will hold on to the hope and dreams
For the black is the beauty of our skin
We live and we love, it's in our DNA
We share and we hold on to hope and faith
We are here together
By God's everloving grace
We've survived and we'll thrive
For we are black magic and miracles
We are the birth of humanity, the cradle of it all
We need no name, for we are one connected whole
For shoulders are wired, so wired, so wired
And our blood is pure life, pure life, pure life
Our magic is sired, is sired, is sired
The stars stay in our eyes, our eyes, our eyes
For our ancestors are nigh, are nigh, are nigh
Up in Heaven so high, so high, so high
And our future is delight, is delight, is delight
And our names are written by light, by light, by light
© Michelle Morris, 2024