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The Fires of Change
I have lived before
Many, many times
I have seen leaders come and go
Kings, emperors, dictators and presidents
Some good, some bad
No matter, they all fear one thing
The people they rule
The fear what the people think
What they say
How they feel
Time after time
The time came when the ruled raised their hands
They began to speak forbidden words
They began to think for themselves
When they raised their hands and said no more
All it took was one raised hand to start the flame
Others followed, raising their hands
They lit a fire that burned hotter than any other
They burned the world with change
Changes that needed to be made
And the world was a better place after
Transfixed by the thunderstorm of raining thorns
I taste the violet vapor that rises as smooth spirit
while my sensitive gaze garners generations of grief,
for those that follow the Savior must suffer like the Savior
and so they shall, feel the iron of violent institutions
their sacrifice will be spectacular
amid emperors and paupers alike,
on my seat of Delphic dreams
divine light washes my fertile face
blond tresses wave from under the hood
of my cobalt cloak, my lap draped in glowing gold,
I hold unborn history in my hand,
my cherubs exhaust themselves
on the years foreshadowed...
J.A.B.
Christian evangelicals
of GoodNews for spiritual elites
and BadNews for natural non-elites
radically separate scriptures
describing a divine EarthCreation Story
of past one-week strategic development,
kept in one sacred sciences department,
Away from
evolutionary/revolutionary scripture predicting
future EndTime judgment.
Spiritual anthrocentric Rapture Narratives,
foreshadow nature-embodied Hell on the Negative side
and timeless spiritual Paradise
on the Positive-Redemptive Side
of individual through cosmic
Eco-Theo Logical unfolding
of history's Great PassionStory.
Yet divorcing our CreationStory
from biblical Rapture Narrative
assumes a dualistic view
of natural past v spiritual future worlds
nature created and spiritual re-creating
rather than a nondualistic dipolar nature
is our outside view
of spirit as our inside shadow
of deep cooperative learning/competitive hating
experiences.
This dualistic anti-evolutionary nature creation event
before and outside
spiritual rapture/holocaust extreme bipolar prediction
for people of all consumed nations
is not supported by Jewish polycultural awareness
of Jesus's nature/spirit outside/inside time
Nor
by His parables and teachings
holding nature and spirit analogically
and ecologically together,
the flowering spiritual wealth of flowers
as seen in multiculturing grace
of naturally diverse beauty
The suggestion,
If your spirit develops envy and lust
then best to pluck out your own natural eye,
before someone else does it to you.
Jesus of Nazareth
grew up in a culture
of Samson nature-spirit rapturous nonduality.
Spiritual Positive strength
grew with the natural evolving length of hair
on Samson's superhero head.
Once nature is grasped
as an outside convex view
of Earth's Creation history,
then Spirit remains an inside concave view,
ego to eco,
natural identity to spiritual individuation
of each healthy individual's Positive/Negative
Rapture Narrative
Speaking in polypathic feeling-sensory nutrition languages
for Ego-Eco double-binding therapeutic Passion Stories,
mendacious dark
and integrity light.
Evengelical self-recreating Emperors
wear no scripture-inspired rapturous clothes,
much less rapturous Wonder and Awe arraignment.
I was born in a world ruled by emperors and organized power.
I was Armed with a spirit of combat and weapons of warfare.
Resistance to the death led me to be captured and imprisoned.
There was one, Jesus, whom I had heard about but had no use
for him. Notwithstanding, here we were, accused criminals of capital
offenses. Authorities of the Jews preferred my release and not Jesus'.
We both were revolutionaries, but our methods were different.
His was a revolutionary plan based on love. Mine was a plan of
revolution to defeat the Romans by any means necessary. I sought
to destroy a system made by men of greed and power. He sought
to save all people from their sins. My crimes were against the kingdom
of Ceasar. Technically, his crimes were against the kingdom of Satan.
Before my arrest, I was very busy seeking to overthrow the
Romans, but not so busy that I was never aware of the ministry
of Jesus as he went about doing good. It never occurred to me that
we would meet, but here we were at the crossroads of our lives.
There were no words spoken between us, but I heard life-changing
words penetrating the very core of my soul.
So, as I freely walked away from my prison chains, I stared at
Jesus and wondered which of us was really free. Every fiber of my
being was wrapped in confusion and filled with questions, and I was
forced to deal with his claims of Deity.
Moreover, I was pardoned and released by a mob. Jesus was condemned
by a kangaroo court and crucified. I was released to fight again. Jesus
was crucified so that all mankind might be able to live forever.
032124PS
When Troy fell by the deception of a wooden horse,
its people fled bringing along their treasures to the shores of Italy;
and with their warriors' skills and unfailing scheme,
their destiny was manipulated by an accurate prophecy,
when Helen had a vivid vision, and the medium verified her dream...
Greece's victory would have been avenged by Troy's sons!
Whoever thought that these fierce Latins would have harshly dominated
and controlled, for centuries, the old world with iron and might;
subjected peoples of many tongues under one power called, Rome?
Not a fancy of ancient dreamers, who advanced hurling out their screams,
never retreating an a stifled spirit; and as they pushed forward,
more empires were conquered, and all were obliged to obey!
And in the heartland of Latium, on those seven hills Rome governed,
noble senators lecturing and imposing laws on both free men and slaves;
the Roman Forum, with its brilliant minds, required absolute loyalty;
among the most honored emperors, there was one who outshined them all!
Why was Julius Caesar murdered by Brutus? Was it deep dislike or unrestrained
jealousy,
that tempted his cowardly hand, to commit a sanguinary act agreed upon by
others?
Such a great and noble man stabbed by conspirators with daggers, sparing no
mercy;
and he who bravely fought the barbarians of the north, and gave them more lands
to dominate,
died a terrible death so undeserved and undignified, only to have his crown taken
away!
And many Romans mourned on his burial' night...blazes raising up to placate the
guilty fools;
enemies who plotted and yet offered him their false friendship, which led to his
mortal wound;
and without regard, they treated him unfairly and cruelly to vendicate their
shameless hatred!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
From ancient times, a bloodline divine,
Ruling over lands, with power to shine,
Kings and queens, of a line sacred,
Their legacy, forever inviolate.
With wisdom and might, they led the way,
The throne, their seat, unchallenged sway,
Law and order, with justice in sight,
Their subjects, loyal, in all their might.
From the Pharaohs of Egypt, to Nubia''s emperors bold,
Nubia''s Piankhy the conqueror, with his army so bold,
Great warriors, monarchs, and sages wise,
Their blood, the very essence of power's rise.
They ruled with glory, wearing their crown,
Near and far, their renown abound,
Their word, supreme, their strength, unbound,
Their rule, an empire forever renowned.
Their legacy, a tapestry of power and class,
Their bloodline, the greatest of ancient past,
So here's to the Royal bloodline divine,
Eminent and resplendent, standing the test of time.
Quyted (to depart from) your arms is an urge I have held on to
Qwerty language got me typing away with you for no clue (reason)
Quenched in your disqualifying love affair
Tired of being your nightmare twyer and your dream catcher afire
Tripping out because I puffed on my drug of desire - the cigarette of regret and its outrageous results
Trapezoids get paranoid at the sight of your circular ways...triangle angles has shaped your geometrical appearance, your symmetrical awareness
I d-don't mean t-to intrude your without-a-trace personal space
Intrigued to see you have moved on with your life's really rapid race
I don't think perfectionists are normal...nor are pacifists to battle friend grounds, going up and down a bomb-packed wall
Damaged drastically by your dismay days and its highest degrees...lowering my confidence levels inedibly
Do note this - I love your hatred and you hate my love
Dandelions grow where my lily pads float and it doesn't make any logical sense at all...so I hand you a bouquet of stars and forget-me-nots and forgive-me-pleases
Empathic emperors are crowned as clever Kings in my town of undefeated honor and elegant dignity
Empower me with the Haar's breeze for the time being and squander our time like children, chasing around each other at the park and playing following the leader...
Empty your pockets of moonjoy and let it sprinkle upon me spacious, splendid sunrises and I'll be the leader and you the follower this time forth and forevermore
And I utter risk-taking words of bipolar weather (emotions and the changing effects)
Alienated ambition strikes me on stage with brave potentials and talents alike that is the opposite of stage fright altogether
Adorn me with blissful blessings that are of the highest quality and will make all crowds tremor with respectful fear
Rouge roses you tossed at my timid tombstone (doing away with shyness)...now I'm bleeding out Crimson, a vermillion vengefulness you spat at me
Remitting relief grief upon me, the Haar's blasted breeze oh so wretched breeze once at ease...Dona Nobis Pachem please...
My parents used to say, "Money doesn't grow on trees".
I already knew that and that it didn't lie in the weeds.
But it was one of their proverbs to teach us about survival.
It was their way of teaching us to be thoughtful and frugal.
It was similar to another proverb I heard very early in life.
I don't remember who, where, or why, but someone said to me,
"Rome wasn't built in a day". They'd say, 'Things take time'.
Hello. My name is Rome. I'm very well known.
I no longer provide a throne for emperors and rulers,
but be advised that I am still vibrant and strong.
I am still admired, and many have been inspired.
History records that I was both feared and revered.
I built great roads and a world empire. And I also set
many hearts on fire. Even the Bible records how I
provided respect and dignity to the citizens of my empire.
Although I am not as famous as I was once upon a time,
let us all understand that I was not built in a day. In Europe,
I still remain, where some things still remain the same. And
although I am not as famous, I feel great, not old and grey.
020823PSCtest, Contest Name: Proverbial. Margarita Lillico
Images of middle ages and emperors rough and bold,
dwellings in mountain valleys centuries old.
In the court yard of the castle there sat the poet,
rhyming for the landlord all praises know to suit.
His living grace depend on his applause,
coins in silky parchments and its cause.
Honoring that curious nature to explore,
happy that he knows no more.
A bored and bold lady of state attend,
witty wrapped to passion decadent.
To mock the poets ambition as useless toil,
her charm and etiquette in disdainful smile.
Attentions and all its trophies praise,
critics and fretted faults from face to face.
The prophet rich with spoils from the celestial serene,
many flowers in dew born to blush unseen.
The lady and her maiden in mingled measure,
how to tenderize that secret dome of pleasure.
The banquet in full swing under full moon prime,
vain and conspiracies amid the boundless main.
Ladies and nectars of amnesia in full amour of delusion,
the wise man in sober wait, giving the lords conclusion.
‘The mortal eye in easy come bliss,
denying magical natures eternal kiss’.
SOLILOQUE
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Alone in the way; without seeing even a single way amongst thousand ways. But he could see a lamp where cobblers and emperors stand together, lamentably begging.
Some of them were not reluctant even to steal the iris of the God.
And their prayers turned out to be a question towards the God.
Went back.
Free from edifice.
Since then, never prayed.
One cannot worship the flowers of prayer with the thorn of appeal; cannot touch either.
Once, at an unforgettable time of loving experience, God asked me.
Is there anything to be appealed?
undoubtedly answered.
Nothing but love; to give and take.
This heart itself is notes of love and the offertory as well.
Songs of love by obliterating heaven and hell.
Wrap up my heart with your esteemed love.
Melt me down with your thermal love.