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Stick together people
the elites
are gleaning power
from the seeds of misery's garden.
they're dividers of the masses
nothing more-nothing less
they smother smiles - voices. happiness
hoping to keep us in our safe-less spaces
for eternity.
every media outlet is brimming with
half-truthers-distorters-liars
phallic symbols for political parties
erect with hate-void of integrity
highlighting the ogres of society
breeding fear
spotlighting the freaks of society
wanting us believing all white people
are grand wizard-hearted
that black veins are filled with thug sludge.
corporations are feeding piles of green to the media machine
forever stomping the bent backs of the plow horse class
planting hollow-souled politicians in our garden of democracy
but in time
all devils will expose themselves
stumble over their own fetid script
in time they'll soon forget their own lies..
slit their throats-hang from ropes
of their own making
stick together people
unity is the purest form of diversity
stick together people
soon enough (with help of God)
we'll turn evil to crumbs.
Don't fear the blue man group
They're far less dangerous
than we are to ourselves...
but
do beware of carnivorous teachers
those harmless looking
wire rimmed
blackboard preachers
wielding pieces of chalk
on the tips of 38 caliber tongues...
turning classrooms into cancer cells
teaching the innocent
that it's all about
color of skin and not character
after all-
Despite the truly oppressed
coming here by the millions
from every nook and cranny
on this cracking planet.
Children are being taught
that the USA is systemically
racist
oppressive
inherently evil.
If that were the case
would they not avoid
it like the plague?
"Teachers," along with the politically connected
are pushing socialism and mayhem-
The press corps. {short for pressurizers} are the devil's sword.
Pitting we the peeps against one another.
Always dividing by color, turning up the pressure.
Highlighting the worst of mankind
Turning up the pressure to further divide
Playing heavily edited clips
Turning up the pressure
over and over again...
for ratings
for revenue
for votes
Turning up the pressure
way past the red zone
until the colors explode
into a death rainbow...
Soulless pressurizers
dividers of souls-
Pay attention, parents; they're after your lambs.
Demand body cams for these teachers of mayhem.
Protect them from those chalk-wielding, scorpion-hearted thugs.
Lift your hog noses from your cell phones
Listen to your children-
give them a peck of hope
and a bushel of love.
It only made sense to me-
like I only wade in destiny,
like I only drink very dark tea,
on summer mornings when they are scorching...
It only made sense to me,
like it's scoring the dividers detracting O' tall and torry,
at the worried hello sojourning,
...of a next year's encouraged
deuteronomy,
and the slots spell perfectly like I am optionally twerking
tangents and the emotional torpid laughing,
hacking as I complain entrapping this dent upon the distances-
completing me in the persistence, as I know of no more to be finished
and fixed,
this is existence and the amiable confidence.
When holistic
interdependent
sacred
joyfully compassionate Earth integrity
remains EarthTribe's primal vision,
polycultural meaning,
panentheistic networking purpose,
reconciling win/win peak experiences,
Then past win/lose unreconciled dark histories
remain our potential win/win
co-messianic challenge
To not settle too quickly
comfortably
into agreeing to disagree,
continuing autonomous
individual ego-supremacist perspectives
long familiar with "just us tribal folks"
truly
and fairly
seek resilient redemption
from those other
unenlightened past oppressors
colonizers
dividers
bullies
predators.
To openly
holistically
systemically repair disuniting trauma,
to actively reweave reconciling therapies,
to reconnect
to re-ligion
what monotheistic
monopolizing
monoculturing
capitalizing Truth
patriarchal Adoration
has blown apart
with colonizing dreams of privileged
Divine AnthroSupremacist Paradise...
What this unreconciling timeless form
of unflowing constipation has stolen,
binding LeftBrain stuck on dominance
away from panentheistic Beauty
unveiling Joy
disclosing Win/Win Wonder
CoPassion within EarthTribe's interdependent
RightBrain web
Further opening
stretching Truth/Beauty bipartisan
conserving deductive inductive liberating
bicameral intelligence
still actively reconciling awesome PolyCulturalists,
health wealthing ecotherapists
curiously
inviting evermore widely fertile
and deep nutritional
co-redemption
Inside/Outside
Whole Open Systemic
sacred reconciling
restoring EarthTribal Integrity,
1 Non-0 Zone relationship
out
in
polyculturing MeWe
eternally timeless spaces
of bilaterally echoing
full forward
and empty past time.
The dawn of Year Ninety broke, a clean and golden morn,
A planet completely remade, a species twice-born.
Lysander stood upon the ridge above the Sunken Spire,
A willow-form of silver wood and veins of quiet fire.
His height was twice the stature of the child of Sector Three,
His movements like a slender branch that shifts above the sea.
The absence of all malice, of hunger, and of dread,
Had unspooled the heavy fibers of his biological thread.
And with his quiet rise, the phantom lines of sovereign pride
Dissolved across the valleys where the older world had died.
The borders fell like fever from a long-tormented frame,
No steel was turned, no legions marched, no decree spoke their name.
The ancient ghosts of territory, of fortress, and of crest,
Like winter frost before the sun, sank deep into the breast.
The pain that once had armed the hand and built the concrete wall
Was opened to the anchor node, unmetered, shared by all.
A mother’s cry in Sector One, the drought of Sector Four,
No longer stopped at checkpoints or the barricaded door.
The collective mind, in empathy, received the bitter sting,
And wove the ache of centuries into a single string.
Where once the barbed dividers stood to guard the hollow grain,
Now surged a tide of healing hands to wash away the stain.
The map of old Vaeloria, where blood-bought nations bled,
Became a tapestry of care, by quiet mercy fed.
No citizen was left an island, stranded in their grief;
The shared scar of the species brought its ultimate relief.
His mind was still the anchor node, but light the burden grew,
A silver song of harmony that every citizen knew.
The human telescopes afar, from some dark, distant place,
Could see the spark of Vaeloria burning bright in space—
Not with the glare of nuclear war or empires built on stone,
But with the graceful willow-light a lonely mind had sown.
I glanced out my window watchin' kids plod along to school today.
I recalled my school days and how things have changed along the way
I watched the little fellers hunched over with their over-loaded packs.
'Tis a wonder the little dudes don't develop a twitch in their sacroiliacs!
I wore overalls and shoes that I was told by Mom I'd better not scuff!
Nowadays, kids are sportin' Rebok shoes and all kinds of fancy stuff!
If they don't have the latest and greatest, they're bound to pitch a snit!
Appearances mean everything even to kindergartners, on the face of it!
To begin school in days of yore, I was required to supply a pot of glue,
Couple of No. 2 pencils with erasers, ruler, ink and a ruled pad or two.
Wrapped in a newspaper for lunch, a baloney sandwich and apple for a snack.
When my grandkids showed me their list of supplies, I nearly had a cardiac!
Included were - a backpack, Rigatoni noodles, crayons and composition books,
A cell phone, calculator, protractor and for reading, one of those fancy Nooks,
Facial tissues, scissors, a ruler, colored pencils, pencil sharpener and erasers,
Elmers glue, Ziploc bags, a ream of paper and plastic dividers to use as spacers!
One change of clothes in case of accident to include underwear, pants and socks,
Disinfectin' wipes, three-ring binders and a padlock for individual locker locks!
I am caused to pause and ponder how we "oldies" got a solid education,
Sans all the geegaws and fancy frills that are now required for graduation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Fighting against external enemies is natural.
Isn't my fight against myself a Herculean task?
Desires and drives that decrease me into an animal
In my predicament, my consciousness is in a mask.
Values and valuations, like heroes and villains, fight
Benumbed by existential angst, I resign to the fate
My conflicts between power, peace, and patience reach their height.
The poles of physique and psyche pull off in a hate state.
Discord between desires and deceit, like lane dividers
Divert my inner equilibrium from its axis
Even thick kith and kin seem out of the blue outsiders.
There's no logic between my philosophies and praxis.
As though unbridled, my horse of existence runs trackless.
I run fight battles within and lose hapless and helpless.
Through your brokenness tried to break down my openness, bleeding human blood for that you told me I am wrong that I am not strong, that I am weird ,qweer and improperly strung, dying...emptying inside hanging on the rope that you strung, suffocating can't get air, can't grasp the chair,you stand there and spectate your creation looking annoyed by the sounds I make as I gasp for breathe then cut me down before I reach death and rub my neck and get me some water,then you tell me to stand up and get moving and you watch me falter, tell me to keep pace, feeling flushed in my face, dizzy losing this race, life in disgrace, misplaced in my place with you , ever confused as to what I mean to you, pleading for an answer you treat my inquires like their a cancer,ever searching for the answer ,this Lance is in my heart and it's bleeding out for you my dear,if only when you hear my squeals if you could feel, then maybe something here would be clear , through your frequent temperature changes my perception of you is lost in the haze,cold days and heat waves,try to see the truth ,fog for days, you've got my heart caged for you, masochistic love prisoner, roller coaster rider wearing blinders,no clear dividers ,where are the lines? ,what is the contract? What is this gig?, in your hands I snap like a twig, fractured and confused , distorted and used,rat crawling in my skin, damp within, crying inside, flames rise then again there's smoke,ever kindling the pit on these cold dark nights where there's a struggle to obtain any warmth,like a moth you wipe off just enough of my powder where I can't fly away but enough where I always crawl on back to you, unfortunately you never wish to fly with me ,oh baby could we soar,but Instead you leave my wings weak and sore,cold and worn, dying for your heat, falling at your feet, stammering to your light ,ever losing the fight ,it's in your dimness that I do dwell with you in this sweet repetitive hell, sit in my cage ever waiting for you to open my cell
By candle’s breath the shadows creep through halls of sorrow,
Where whispers wake the sleepless ghosts of each lost morrow.
The ivy claws at windows cold, in hunger and dread,
While moonlight mourns upon the stones remember the dead.
The clock strikes twelve, its echo cries through mortal fears,
A hymn of dust, of faded love, of endless tears.
The portraits weep in golden frames where silence bled,
Their eyes still plead through time and pain remember the dead.
Through crypt and chapel drifts the scent of wilted bloom,
Where souls in lace await the dawn that breaks their gloom.
So when the wind moans low and prayers of night are said,
Kneel softly, whisper once again—remember the dead.
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Would you like me to format it in a Victorian parchment style (aged-text effect, candle emoji dividers, or ornamental breaks) for a more “award presentation” look?
One's perspective
might be the precursor to his down fall
when it's all or nothing
he might end up
with know one at all
betrayal of ah lover
has real consequenses
a fool only loves someone
that he only misses
a celebration doesn't make you
a celebrity
I've found someone else
we're alone when it's just you and me
can't do that round here
everyone know's were married
they push us around snear
it's, get and gone; Ya'll hurry, hurry!
we sneak away to find romance
in romantic places
see people we know
we hide our selfs
or turn our faces
Divoice my wife
you divoice your husband
then we can be together
we been saying this
seems like forever
People tell us
they don't want us around
call us stupid said I was a clown
dark skies when they
come your way
find shelter
that's what people say
a combination of
activities and obligations
divided time and loyalties
stressed out don't wanna
make decisions
perching around like
a pigeon
lose my tread of thought
can't pay attention
you my wife
you my lover