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I've been jealous of Time,
sharing it with the foot steps of Days
feeding it to the appetite of Age,
Possessive of unbuyable beauty
that roams reckless within a creation fenceless,
senseless ownership, owning only the yawns of yesterdays,
jealous of glory as it ransacks the wrinkles of haughty heroism
hungering for more rumor in the religion of rhapsody,
following it throughout the carols & catacombs of hearts greedy,
feeling the charm of challenge to earn my woman's wishes,
jealous of commitment that sits silent in the center of attraction,
Jealousy is the General of my affection's arsenal,
a strategist that tells me love is worth a crusade,
taught me not to surrender to simple circumstance,
that my woman's warmth puts my skills on parade,
relentless progress is the ambition of Jealousy,
a must be aptitude, a must see attitude,
jealousy is that drum beat in my bravery,
war paints the face of my fears,
sharpens the claws of my soul,
a song that stammers not on success,
a lyrical miracle,
should not lose, could not lose, will not lose -
J.A.B.
Do you think you can do things on your own
Without God’s help?
You are not doing anything on your own my friend
He is there helping you
Whether you realize it or not
It doesn’t matter
Just give credit when credit is due
And know when, why, what, and where
He is the force behind your incredible strength
The endless energy
The reckless abandonment
The one that you call yours
Are you sure it’s from you
And not from Him?
You don’t have anything
Without Him giving it to you
So don’t be proud
Haughty
Lest you fall
You are nothing of your own
You are everything
Because He gives it to you
So think of it the next time
You take a leap
He is the one who makes it
And breaks it
So be
Dare
Do
But be sure you give Him what is due
The total acknowledgement
The power beyond
The incredulous bewilderment
The utmost appreciation
You are there because He carried you there
So give
Sing
Do whatever you have to do
But let Him know
That you appreciate
Adore
Love what He is doing
In your life
That you wouldn’t be here
If it wasn’t for Him
So start, will you?
Don’t let it go unknown
Let he who knows
Says he knows
And he who does not know
Gives One the praise
But be quick about it, okay?
Can you hear the rumbling rising from the east?
Words of tectonic proportions are pressing, persisting
moving the masses, a bundled behemoth
desperate for change.
As "party" heads talk over one another all around
spouting clever promises, like ticker tape
an unlikely one, his gold hair flung
rises up with haughty tongue.
And from within the great divide a plaintive cry is heard
break from the lies, look deep inside, renew the search
for truth and freedom to be found once more.
The land cries out, no time to waste in numb passivity
heed now the altar call, arise and stand, united
for all the world to see.
Can you hear the rumbling rising from the east?
Written on 1/22/2016
"Haute Desiderata"
things of beauty
drip off bodies
transitory
le rêve privé
vague veil
reveals desiderata
transparent
magical
pomp
exotique
automaton
idle idol walk
robotic
sensuous
cool and vacant
such beauty
drips off bodies
transitory desiderata
elusive
illusory
birds of paradise
haughty
haute
pomp desiderata
gilded
graceful
incomplete
desiderata drifting
dwindling
desideratum
elusive
statues idyll
idle idol walk
numbing
comfortable
birds of paradise
les grand faux apparat
ad infinitum
mute Belle Époque
bardot bardo
comfortably numb
on repeat
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Schiaparelli
Haute Couture/ Fall-Winter 2022/2023
https://youtu.be/wiYtuhyj83s
“Comfortably Numb”/ Pink Floyd
https://youtu.be/_FrOQC-zEog
Desiderata
latin, meaning.
https://recollections.biz/blog/la-belle-epoque-beautiful-era/
"Desiderata" - meaning of the word; history of the poem
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desiderata
https://www.desiderata.com/desiderata-history.html
https://www.desiderata.com/desiderata.html
Max Ehrmann, Poet, American - "Desiderata"
Terre Haute, Indiana
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Ehrmann
LYRICS/ "Comfortably Numb", Pink Floyd
https://genius.com/Pink-floyd-comfortably-numb-lyrics
Their pride and arrogance is incomprehensible,
the way they make bold claims with their heads held high,
that are blatant, brazen lies.
Their pride puffs them up so much that they think themselves greater than Ja.
With haughty eyes, glances and nods they scoff at his righteousness,
claiming their fallen way is superior.
What fools they are, for their wages are hate, vengeance and eternal suffering.
They shall make their homes in she'ol, thier beds in the abyss.
This is very sad a great tragedy in reality.
They shall not stand up to the judgement of Jahu,
into darkness they shall go, weeping bitterly,
Naked, cold and alone.
And there they shall remain for all eternity,
and be forgotten as if they never were.
And the righteous shall be exalted in celebration,
at the revelation and the reality of the father who is Ja.
He is all knowing all doing all loving.
Infinitely wise, loving and mighty.
It is him who created all, he is the beginning and end of all.
He is salvation, Ja, Jahshua who is the messiah, means Ja is salvation.
And he is, praises be to Ja.
If you surrender fully to Ja, no evil can befall you.
Be his instrument, like a lute say and together make beautiful music, until after the stars burn out.
They mocked him, the old religious fanatic
Asking God a question with every step
Pleading for mercy for each of the town's Jews
Blessing each morsel of food he so carefully chews
The haughty soldiers are loading up the train now
Jamming the last cattle cart 'til it near burst
But Yankel is still fiddling with his shoelaces
Trying to recall which shoe to put on first
What had the Holy Books told him ~ Right or left
And then which laces to fasten and what prayer
He just couldn't remember. Would God ever forgive him
The sounds of the engine gaining steam up there
Shoes in hand, he chased the departing train
Stumbled and fell on the stones in his path
His whole town transported to Auschwitz without him
Each one to the crematoria to shower and die
~ Only Yankel left to pray to God, mourn and cry
April 14, 2021
Last Train to Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
I do not speak your language I said to the ghost.
I speak a better one, fancier than yours, fancier than most.
I speak American, taken from English and hillbilly.
Your language is stuck up, decidedly silly.
The ghost was astounded, confounded, incensed.
Old English had served him well ‘til this fence.
What is American he asked, in a haughty, snobbish way.
I immediately thought “tea time” and decided to play.
Have you not heard of the Boston Tea Party?
It was the day we took over your ship, hale and hearty.
We threw all your tea in the sea, ignoring your taxes.
He ran for his wood shed, his chains and his axes.
He came back empty handed, for he was a ghost.
Could not pick up anything, a crumb, maybe, at most.
We decided to be friends, we talked into the night.
Me and the ghost, on my lap. What a sight!
August 5 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 5-8
Key Verse – Ezekiel 5:13 Thus shall mine anger be accomplished, and I will cause my fury to rest upon them, and I will be comforted: and they shall know that I the LORD have spoken [it] in my zeal, when I have accomplished my fury in them.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ACCOMPLISHMENT ZEAL
Lord God, You are my accomplishment Zeal
along Your weighing scale
Thank You for setting my soul in Your love that does not fail
As You change me to walk toward Your statutes’ trail
Away from abominations, tempting to make me wail.
Lord God, You are my accomplishment Zeal
along Your watching pity
Thank You for consuming my pride, showing arrogant intensity
As You free against loftiness to practice sincere humility
Away from destructions of being haughty.
Lord God, You are my accomplishment Zeal
along Your winning prayer altar
Thank You for protecting my faith against evil’s mortar
As You besiege we within Your guarding of truth-Gibraltar
Away from desolation of deceiving worldly star.
Lord God, You are my accomplishment Zeal
along Your warning Word
Thank You for guiding my ways through Your Scriptural record
As You strengthen me to serve well, tied to Your grace-cord
Away from wrath of devouring false teachings’ sword.
Lord God, You are my accomplishment Zeal
along Your waking alarm-movement
Thank You for sanctifying my heart against sin-pollution’s defilement
As You bring me to Your forgiveness’ peace of contentment
Away from counsels that trouble my commitment.
Lord God, You are my accomplishment Zeal
along Your working mighty hand
Thank You for lifting up my spirit toward Your visions, heavenly grand
As You lead me to Your sanctuary where I can biblically stand
Away from wickedness with its selfish and greedy demand.
Lord God, You are my accomplishment Zeal
along Your whispering voice of compassion
Thank You for seeking my heart and its chambers to check my passion
As You move me to worship You midst fulfillment of Your great commission
Away from provocations of fleshly and carnal mission.
August 5, 2023
Hypnagogic spell immediately cast
overpowering drug induced state fast
overcome even those who just woke
prolonged narcotic effect could last
bajillion years (hyperbole to wake
any lil lulled reader) superfast.
Before he/she succumbs without blame
impossible mission monseigneur or dame
to break loose against buttressed bed frame
magnetic pull overpowers
superman/woman and/or lame
nope, I can't rattle off any specific name
only no man, woman, nor child can tame
overpowering urge greater than whatshername?
Ja Sleeping Beauty, or similar
facsimile thereof within eye blink
shutters lids with soundless clink
quite elementary ma rinky dink
poem, but would ya expect me,
an arrogant, defiant, haughty,
career punster who doth hoodwink
matt er of fact Scott
tush trumpeting ratfink,
meanwhile, I will not let thee think,
lest ye become mettle some as hot zinc.
And what thwart my feeble
attempt to bewitch and beguile
quite aware ye probably reedsy
to spew glippy glop gloopy bile
spurring lifesaving recourse
insane asylum, cuz bedlam
forces thee to dial,
and splutter exhibiting harried style
swiftly tailored demeanor
hooping I get just desserts,
and be condemned at trial
within interim and meanwhile...
Yours truly will exalt inside
unit b44 downing
one after another
B52 eventually died
(jettisoning these lovely bones)
at least say to himself,
while gratefully dead, he tried
to curry lunacy, (albeit harmless)
across the the web, world wide
reading experience this
letterman being your lucky charm guide
into outer limits of twilight zone
ha... ha... ha... no place for ye
to run and hide,
which bolsters me prejudice and pride
without sense and/or sensibility
(think Jane Austen),
whose ghost would chide,
one twenty first century wordsmith,
who seeks a bartered bride
hmm, maybe someone allied
i.e. linkedin with AllPoetry,Cosmofunnel
FaceBook, MyPoeticSide,
PoetrySoup, Prose, All Poetry,
Hello Poetry, Tumblr...
I even roll out welcome Matt
for thyself tug get shanghaied.
Can we be 'alone with G-d?'
Is that an oxymoron?
Or is it brutally real?
Is it only that Man is in search of G-d?
Or is it that G-d is also in search of Man?
***************
When we are born, we are totally dependent on our parents.
Our parents are G-d for us then.
As we grow, we come to see our parents' limitations;
But do we then move toward G-d naturally?
Why, no! We move, in fact we race---the nerve of us!---away from G-d:
Stronger, faster, more powerful, more confident,
Proud, haughty, conceited, arrogant,
Infatuated with ourselves,...
Until the day that we suddenly sense our own physical limitations,
and thus begin the long, slow, agonizingly painful trek---
humbled now and experientally wiser---
back to our Creator...
...ending in restful death, the ultimate acceptance of life.