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turn and walk away from lifes indecisions
why pay the cost for oppressed dogmatic religion?
why do we give in without question without resistance?
why should we live a shitzophrenic existence?
why do we induce guilt and fear into our own hearts and minds?
why do we attack and destroy the flesh of our kind?
why do we live in a world full of hate, greed and decpetion?
why are we so eager to follow popular conception?
why do we worship the images that are bestowed?
why do we feel like something has to be owed?
why is our god full of jealousy and wrath?
yet demands that we walk a very narrow path?
im sick and tired of the lies that are told!!!!
an authortarian belief system that loves to control.
they bond the spirit with the chains of oppression
while the few know the truth while the others keep guessing
knowledge is power but many misuse it to their advantage
yet the stench of preachers and pastors run repugnant and rancid
if death is a gift a release from the flesh
then let us put these preachers and pastors to the test
Zen Tango
Nothing could and should take command
If you think you need the punishment
Let love get the better you watch the light gun fire
Ahoy deep in the skallow of Todd
Your trip in the ethereal all murky with fog
Surprise the laughter makes us a believer of something different
Just fine like a good bottle of wine if it's free
Mafia black with a crimson glow
I couldn't talk where was my free will
Through jungles of monkeys who show you your path
Back from the swamps i'am sure i'll never turn back
Aware of the maybes and what if's and some highway of life
Wait one distracted minute after the other
When it takes over you got to run for cover
My best days of life taking on a challenge
My worse days of life simply caring
You see something that's not there
But the background was finely drawn, dogmatic intrepid oblique
I was sergeant stink I couldn't think the other way I could only think of keep this distraction until it sunk through my skin right to the bone
I did it all for to get that feeling so I could check the box
I am not a robot
Citizen Skin
It's you it's me It's all around us
It's Poisoned you with goodness
Significant to have a measure in your soul
Could this be freedom
The ignorance of denial the rejection of society
Man made comfort started with the shape of a rock
Expectation zero years fall memories never made
Except when you broke your own law
Abandon all hope those who pass through these gates
See what makes us great get pissed on everyday
What is obvious is oblivious what is honest is how you will be seen
Make the family work you can't go back
So no regrets no discount truth's no packages that are labeled
For your glory
Mostly labelled for your head to create a cost of your own free will
No sentimental regards to those smoking companies
To the Government who cashed in on addiction
The freedom to have no voice the freedom to live invisible
Look in front of you and tell me whats yours
All your life signed over to these whores
Shout as loud as you can people have tried
They purposely give you it for free.
Then wait and remove the carpet from your feet
Then freedom is worn on a soldiers
New pair of socks
airing zeal! If (dog forbid) the richly paid, namebrand
looming kneecapped kneeling illustrious giant egghead
con cussed career athletes fumble, crumble and bumble
spelling a loss for those spectators (who doled out
a wad of cash) quickly make collective disappointment
known by cursing, first in loin, odiously reprehensible,
unacceptable wimpy yikyaking atrocious carpetbombing
expletives. As a casual observer (albeit also participant
within the human league of billions within the culture
club sans crowded house), no shortage of opportunities
avail themselves to scrutinize the man knee ting man
contention upon this oblate spheroid (densely populated
globular planet), these myopic brown eyes of mine need
not pay per view to witness austerity, depravity, gravity,
et cetera manifold gamut of Primate (particularly Homo
Sapien) behavior. Raucous, querulous, perilous, obnoxious,
notorious...actions prompt me to intervene as referee.
I would fear for my life if one to many excessive acts
of kindness would require specialists to scrape my pan
caked body electric off the sidewalk. A similar outcome
would most likely transpire if this totally tubular troubadour
disgust religion. As a tried and true value adherent of atheism,
a vociferous, rapacious, nefarious, jackass, fractious Bible
thumping religious dogmatic character would expend every
last ounce of fire and brimstone to proselytize me. Thus
when infrequently conversing about one or the other
aforementioned verboten topics de jure, I consciously
exhibit genuine indifference keeping mum. Obvious
quietness sidesteps ugly wickedness.
Your anonymous, curious, erroneous garrulous, hip poe
potty mass stir wordsmith Matthew Scott Harris
Form:
Hemmed by whispers of dogmatic grime
Tiptoeing on the fine line
Balancing truth?
Hey you, are you there?
Drenched in the silence of time ,
The dry leaves are seeking to mime,
And tranquillity she rustles,
Hey you, are your there?
Between fields filled with sands
Walking the naked lands,
With bloody feet & scarred palms
Hey you , are you there?
Echo spiralling upwards,
Down the deep dark well,
Ripples of the stone sinking
Hey you, are you there?
Perched on a stone stool
Ear pressed against a brick wall
Trying to pick up a rhapsody
Hey you , are you there?
Dry winter skies
The soil sweats & cries
As dew drop drip on to the earth,
Hey you , are you there.
Gazing at the moon
Awaiting it to swoon
Trying to relive the childhood dream
Hey you, are you there?
Aura of the moon i see,
Light sprinkled on to me,
But the midnight darkness gets harsher
Hey you, are you there?
The skies break up like broken mirrors,
Litters the black tar roads with broken bits,
Creates puddles on the tar roads
Hey you, are you there?
Stealthily the silhouettes give away,
No echos on the clobber stone path way,
The owl looks out for you
Hey you, are you there?
Frustrated with me
My shadow sweeps past me to be ,
And disappears into the misty mountains
Hey you, are you there?
Mighty tide with jealousy amore,
Swoops across the weeping shore,
Opening up te ocean’s dream
Hey you, are you there?
Maugre .. my lonliness
I fire lunatic like passionate madness,
As earth or hell, man or devil calls out
Hey you, are you there?
Hey you, are you there?
Hey you, are you there?
We are never Woke!
Cool, catchy, hip
neat sounding expression
but deceptively misleading!
Best we can do is rest,
shelter at a pillar of Awakening….
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We choose our possessions --
Choose what possesses us --
The Devil, with his lures
of power and gem-my babbles --
Christ His promise of Soul
Liberation: ever higher expansion,
Awaking consciousness into spheres
of unimaginable cosmic spiritual
wealth – Christ, my heart lightener;
guide through shrouded corridors,
enraptured, trans-versing mystic chambers,
those sky-high mansions for initiate
flight. I become the Light-bearer! No captives in
Christ, only partners, who serve the Father,
totally dedicated to His Children's uplifting.
There are no dogmatic prisoners in
Christ. I follow Christ, who follows
God, joyful in a journey of unfolding
omnipotence. What Father wants
less for His Children than he has
For Himself? The Almighty, ever
present, ever loving, beneficent Great I Am!
Written: June 05, 2026, for a contest sponsored by sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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Cimmerian commonwealth
nursing holy brews
churning mysteries
with argent wands
Titans in penumbra
lean close—
brewing enigmas
with argent stems,
greasing the gears.
A grimoire of governance
flutters open,
pages full of
incondite lore
and hornswoggle headlines
nobody fact-checks.
Power studies itself
in a cracked mirror—
greed blooming
like desert weeds
that never dies.
Chiefs grin
their counterfeit harmony,
buying belief
at clearance prices.
Sages—late learners—
soothe the crowd
with honeyed noise
and velvet fog.
Farewell speeches flare
incarnadine,
promising everything,
delivering vapor.
Morals limp in last place
while oily fingers
rake the jackpot.
Imbroglio eternal—
truth rationed
in dogmatic chains.
Skyfoam slogans rise,
tiaras of lies
wilting under their own shine.
And we—
visceral, wary,
perpetually bemused—
watch the circus
spin its cabotage wheel.
Yes, yes—
The Illuminati runs the day.
Sure, mate—
and I’m the Pope
of Broadway.
They were accounted for,
they were officially dead,
but the alarming fact was
that large numbers of the dead
had gone missing.
Occasionally, still pinging cellphones
were found in Hades, Purgatory, and
other Bardo states.
Olympus was drunkenly silent,
as were almost all of the seven heavens.
In nirvana,
the footwear of some of the deceased,
had been left in a pile awaiting a divine fire,
footprints were seen
as if waiting for a cooling wash
in the fountain of everlasting life.
The missing had presumably
transported themselves
to some less boneheaded ideas
of the life after, one not yet imagined
by any dogmatic priesthood.
God was accused of not packaging
the deceased properly.
However the missing were never found
having discovered their own way out
of all that doctrinal,
inconsequential madness.
Written: July 28, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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The poem is inspired by the sonnet “That time of year thou mayst in me behold” by William Shakespeare
This variation on Sonnet XL1 illustrates what Kuhlmann intended.
Kuhlmann is a verse poem of two phrases interspersed with three related syllabic stem- words(nouns, adjectives )with an integral title. The label and form are derived from the baroque poet Quirinus Kuhlmann's 50 sonnet form Love-kiss XLI.
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Through flame: volatile, heat, light:
the metamorphosis
by night: stygian, cimmerian, peaceful:
near oblivion
by season: perennial, vernal, brief:
ochre haze
through heart: pulse, trust, will:
mystic confluence
from time: aeonian, transient, rigid:
euphony linger
through creed: esoteric, hollow, dogmatic:
undying spark
through age: golden, venerable:
filigree prison
through soul: immortal, eternal, cosmic:
oracular obelisk
by heaven: empyrean, elysian, celestial:
ethereal erasure
from perpetuity: ceaseless, fixed, static:
cenotaph sermon
through love: fervent, serene, poignant:
amber drape
from belief: devout, pragmatic, visceral:
inmost pulse.
I would like to see
and hear
and feel a peaceful day
and silent night
When guns
are as rare as typewriters
When partisan hate
is as extinct as flying dinosaurs
When ranting out of anger
to instill fear
is as astounding
as love letters
written on rice paper
in compassionate cursive.
I would like to hear
free speech
can't be hate preach
because anger
and fear
and dogmatic rage are limiting
and divisive
and rabidly dissonant,
dissociative
and myopically unfree
Conserving win/lose
endlessly expensive
back-and-forth debate
Which does not win/win
free mind and body
resiliently liberate.
Hate speech
costs our favorite EarthTribes
everything,
every healthy
and wealthy
relationship.
Free wealthy voice
and healthy choice
creates rich
resilient
resonant
musical and wise compositions,
civil literature,
love stories
flashmob repertory
Deliberating life
delivering creolizing communities,
purple and green families,
non-violent muse communications
to sing
our cooperative Truth
and dance
advance our co-invested Trust.
Dialogue,
Theater,
Arts of
muse-filled discussion
restores free peace
Co-empathic
co-invested
co-operative
non-violet deep compassions
Empowering multicultures
dwelling in enlightened wellbeing
Circles
and round cursive spirals
of community wellness danced
In public squares
and parks
Under shade trees
by day
and freely twinkling stars
by night.
I would like to see
and hear
and feel this peaceful day
and silent dancing
purple night
When automated guns
are as rare as electric typewriters
When impoverishing hate
and fear-provoking speech
are as extinct as predative dinosaurs.
A person is dogmatic when they are expressing opinions very strongly or positively as if they were facts. This "rebellion” is very dramatic, and theatrics are not my strong suit. There are White men holding signs that read “Black Lives Matter” during so-called “protests” to boot. If there is merchandise being produced where is the revenue being sent? Has all the money been spent? Where are the headquarters and who is the corporate executive officer? Who is the treasurer? It is my life that I treasure. To burn down a police station is an idiotic measure to ask for peace between your ghetto and the police. Should one be spared even if they attempt to murder a police officer? Kill or be killed is a law on the streets, but that to some is obsolete when the situation involves the police. What is the phone number? They were thrown a bone. I do not lose sleep. I slumber. Can you give me an exact statistical number of black lives that were lost due to the police policing the streets of American Society with lethal force? My sense of propriety will not allow me to be on the fence regarding this issue. Between 1980 and 2023 , approximately 30,000 Black men were shot and murdered by the police. I have heard such gibberish such as “defund” the police. Taking their money will not make them work harder to defend themselves against threatening suspects I suspect. The families of some of the deceased have been given settlements, so I heard through the media. They were cut a check. The police were told that the government should cut their checks. Dogmatic Individuals have many problems in understanding new ideas. They cannot accept reasonable ideas instead of their own incorrect ideas. If there is a corporate executive officer found I doubt that this person will have anything to say that is profound. There will be no statue erected in his image. There will be no one to say “I stand corrected”. There will be no direct and reasonable ideas exchanged between vandals, looters, protesters, and those who commit intentional arson, and the officers of the law. I saw a police station on fire in another state; this was being aired on the news. I never heard if anyone was apprehended. Maybe no one left any clues.