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These are not greater than us.
These are not indestructible.
These are not absolute.
We are laws unto ourselves,
our own direction; our own discretion,
and we govern here.
Yet we abdicate,
allowing what is ruinous;
encouraging what is destructive,
and this is our preference.
Overthrown by our schemata
we coexist with our hostages,
imprisoned by these;
surrendering to them.
And there is comfort here.
It's familiar; it's what we know.
There's no need to adapt
because there is no change.
And though we have thoughts of more,
we know these are only thoughts,
because we cringe at the necessary depth
of the place we must begin
to achieve the extraordinary.
So here we are creating laws,
consulting our conditioning,
intimidated by it;
blaming it.
We are our own jury,
our own disruption; our own destruction,
and we are helpless.
We are victims of our own undoing
because this is what we choose.
Quote: “It is utterly false and cruelly arbitrary to put all the play and learning into childhood, all the work into middle age, and all the regrets into old age”. -- Margaret Mead
On a spring morn bathed in golden light,
I'm enchanted by the mist, a breathtaking sight,
Like stairways to heaven, from the lake they rise,
Utterly spellbound, I wander beneath azure skies.
Yet wars rage on in lands afar,
Where freedom falters 'neath a tyrant's star,
Innocents fall, hostages to greed's cruel deal,
Utterly disheartened by the leaders' heart of steel.
But amidst the chaos, wildflowers bloom,
On the ridge they dance, dispelling gloom,
Sparrows and swallows in a joyous spree,
Utterly beautiful, a sight so lovely, it sets the spirit free.
On a warm afternoon, thoughts drift anew,
Watch deer and chase turkeys, in sun's warm hue,
And in quiet repose, my aging frame does rest,
Utterly, I must write a poem, before I forget.
Hostages kidnapped: casualties of war
After extorting pound of flesh
lifetime humiliation drummed into captives
hammering indelible nightmare
no amount of therapy can expunge.
Lifetime trauma inflicted perpetrators wage
dead bodies littered makeshift triage
death and destruction
exhibit super fresh killing fields,
where sally forth set pathmark
to abominable gut wrenching
ghastly hollow hellscape.
Haunting horrid macabre scenes assault,
batter, clobber, et cetera the senses
death construed as mutual
(of Omaha) collateral damage
fallout populated by zone of dead bodies
littering apocalyptic landscape
rendering spooky morbidly fascinating,
especially from safe vantage point
bajillion miles away
whereby yours truly
hunched over his Macbook Pro laptop
glanced the headlines without further delay
aid convoys moving into Gaza Strip
a tepid hip hip hooray
impossible mission for
overactive imagination of artist
or writer to capture bedlam and melee,
scaring up heavenly sight
for grim reaper soirée
repository for skull and crossbones
as arid (extra dry) winds hasten desiccation
whistling repartee (even from afar)
faintly resembling mourning of Zalay.
Countless hungry ill clad masses beg
the question regarding
purposefulness of mortal kombat
screaming in agony against cutthroat
belligerents who gleefully gloat
laying waste besieging
ship of state and emergency lifeboat
senselessly bombing spelling
likelihood for peace on earth remote
silencing the lambs and yellowthroat!
Methinks spouting protestation
against loosed strife,
courtesy demoniac *****sapiens
where talking heads strategize foo fighters
pointless exhalation of breath
sabotaging, shortchanging, siccing,
squashing, subjecting, et cetera
innocent bystanders ultimately hastening them/
they to untimely and unfair nasty,
shortish and brutal death
linkedin to personal choice of deity
and attendant religious shibboleth.
Tarred by the same brush
In the ongoing slaughter of Palestinian children
one misses a voice from Israel, so far, it is silent
The expectation is for Jews witnessing this horror
falling back to the old mantra, if asked, says Israel
right to defend herself.
At the cost of seven thousand dead Palestinian children!
Then we get what Hamas did, yes it was bad
but was the bombing of Gaza and the murder of
2O.000 and more a plaster on the wound
And they blame it on Hamas if they stop resisting
we will stop bombing civilians get killed because the dastardly Hamas hides among the people
How is it possible to hide in a congested place like
the Gaza Strip.
What I suspect is that the Jews of Israel don't care what happened to the Palestinians, demanding a lull in the fighting to rescue the hostages, show not an ounce of sympathy for
the children killed by their sons!
Yes, the young men of Israel who, with abandonment, are strewing death on innocent people
Once again, I must conclude the people of Israel are Zionists and guilty, and like the German people found guilty of knowing about the Holocaust.
...Then working with the government,
who always liked more western cash,
they set up an agreement that
they hoped could contain this backlash.
Two scientists could see the arc,
and work to verify its age,
one from Harvard, and one Cambridge,
and to Axum both made their way.
The American, an old man,
Professor Hammond was name,
the Brit was a young grad student,
named Alice, with a genius brain.
As they settled into their work
neither of the scholars could know
that in neighboring Somalia
an evil man plotted a blow.
He went by the name Ibrahim,
whether it was real, no one knew,
established as a terrorist,
an Islamist, quite tried and true.
He’d built a name in civil wars,
the kind that always racked that place,
made a reputation with force,
he left death, and people displaced.
And though the man gained followers,
he was frustrated by his land,
ruined and lacking resources,
Ibrahim was an ambitious man.
When he heard the arc had been found,
an idea grew up in his mind,
Christians and Jews worshipped the thing,
a route to more money he found.
He took with him one hundred men,
slipped the border, went to Axum,
keeping his people outside town
until shadows of nightfall had come.
Then they attacked St. Mary’s Church,
stormed the building with guns blazing,
killing priests, security guards,
anyone they found resisting.
Quickly they sieved the old relic,
took Alice, Hammond, and four priests,
hostages until they got paid,
at which point they {might" be released.
Chased by police they all fled east,
back into the Somali state,
where they hid amongst the chaos,
where all involved did celebrate.
A scheme pulled on the infidel,
they would now pay to arm their foe!
They had no choice, if they did not
then to hell their relic would go!
Ibrahim put out a message,
a video, as such types do,
demanding millions for the arc,
it was seen by more than a few.
And there was a bunch of chatter,
amongst talking heads on TV,
talking of how such a relic
just found, could soon be history.
Religious types the world over
spoke of how it would be a crime
if such a thing would be destroyed,
the loss of a wonderous find.
All knew some action would come soon,
too many folks were up in arms,
talk of commandos, and or raids,
to Ibrahim it raised alarms...
CONTINUES IN PART III.
After nearly a year
Hamas released four October 7th hostages.
Unfortunately, they're all deceased.
Tossed away, like ballast, from a sinking beast.
Will they be mentioned at the DNC?
Will they be remembered by anybody?
Does anyone still remember October 7th
September 11th
the ghettos of Warsaw
or the ovens of Hitler and Eichmann.
We have forgotten!
Trojan camels have entered through the globalist gate.
Purely in the name of a new world disorder of calamity.
The elitist ribbon and perfume it as tolerance and diversity.
{Diversity only works when hate is taken out of the equation.
Tolerance is feasible but only in the wake of a common vision.}
However, large numbers of participants are cross-eyed or blinded.
There is an unhealthy growing tolerance for terror.
Little empathy for the innocent and the common man.
The people have turned into sheep too frightened to speak.
Herded by their masters into endless shadows.
From which they'll not reemerge from their sleep.
We have forgotten, but we'll soon be reminded...
by a maelstrom of mayhem and violence.
HOSTAGES TO FORTUNE
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“Luck—that’s what some call it, a capricious cotillion with probability, eventually holding one hostage to fortune…” quote by the poet
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Onlookers watch, brows furrowed with wisdom,
judging the inanity of my gambles, the absurdity of my heart~
the unwise pledge made to destiny and chance.
Is it luck I chase or a deeper current pulling me onward,
a commitment to something unseen~
a surrender to the unknown Hand that guides me?
Consequences sometimes sharp and bitter~
Are they lessons etched in pain or moments of grace,
divinely ordained, the Master shaping my soul?
Were my falls intended all along,
an awkward dance orchestrated by a Divine hand,
making me a willing hostage not to fortune but to faith?
Yes, I am a hostage, bound and gladly surrendered~
a devotee of faith's uncertain embrace.
In my captivity, I find the ultimate freedom.
As hostages to fortune, our crippled hands can’t share kind gesture
Neither help nor usher others toward greener pasture.
Our covetous hearts that are fortune-hostages never spend for charity with bliss
Bound by carnality of selfishness from greediness' abyss.
Held hostage by fortune, we are the arrogant competing vainly with the haughty
Trampling essence of humility while defying authority.
Imprisoned with earthly fortune, our minds neglect divine wisdom
Blind to the need of contributing to advance heavenly kingdom.
Confessing personal cravings for wealthy fortune-settlement
Our repentant souls now seek the Lord for contentment and fulfillment.
As heirs of God-given treasures, we strive for responsible stewardship
Triumphant to use fortune while engaging in ministerial partnership.
Gratefully praising the Almighty for endowed fortune, verily blest
Our spirits, freed from love-of-money bondage, live today with divine kindness-zest.
Go on
tell them
tell them how
your democratic masturbation
searching for solutions
has failed in calculation again
now people with eyes made of glass
are bringing war to us
war has no heroes, only victims
and people who forgot they are
formula is clear
we invaded their way of life
now they are attacking ours
an eye for an eye
until we all became blind
lightless
go on
run
shout your lungs out
when you use weapons
to maintain peace
bloodbath is inevitable
or this is what your real intent was,
is
to baptise us anew
launder in our own blood
on which book
are you evaluating valuable ones now
while you're designing
a brand new world
holding blameless victims
as hostages of your fundament
none soil
in blood built
remain peaceful sleep
are you sleeping well
knowing you set
Abraham's children confrontation
as two David's fight
while Goliath is watching from the audience
are you sleeping well being aware
you left no one
to keep that thumb up
when we all appear
lightless
Global tensions are starting to increase
We have been warned many times before
Though will there intensions ever cease
But this time l wonder how long it is for?
Nothing has ever been long term lease!
When still the" rich taking from the poor"
Missiles! in the atmosphere they release
Think all the damage to the earths core;
There's hostages still awaiting their release
Soldiers all over it seems now on their tore!
And there supposed duty? to bring peace
Are we not just fighting a never ending war ?
1 of 64 poems in this style written through 2020and 2022