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The facial expression I wear; it gives nothing away
says nothing to no one except the mirror only to scream 'HELP ME'
There's no doubt that I've been this way before
I only thought I closed the door
not pessimistic, just melancholy yet so optimistic
Things are complicated, so complicated
could it be that I am clueless
it's part of the million haunting reasons
but the world decided to give me its weighted issues
and let my shoulders do the rest
though it leaves my only two greatest friends and family in peril
yet when push comes to shove intangible I return
ready for a fight
and in my mind, I always ponder the same old entry
Will the world ever accept me for the real me
I feel as if it may once I erase my clueless title
then on the other hand, maybe I deserve it
I've constantly placed irresponsibly the ones I care for in danger
I'm the never ending punchline of a school housed joke
I'm at the bottom of the food chain
And the only one who deems me as somebody important
has a reserved spot in the ejecter chair
for my reckless rejection infatuation with someone
who loves the part of me I try to keep secret
I've always wanted to be someone other than this
I've always wanted something more than this
even though I've complained before, it was all fake
I have no complaints
just a few mistakes that I wish I could erase
How could I be the hero when I'm just the zero
how many times does my story have to repeat and fall back on me
I've tried playing hero before, just being my real self
but denying the part of me that makes me who I am
all my seasons before I leave sealed wit a miss
The last one ripping me apart
just leaving me a single kiss on the cheek
I was the blue rose she wanted
until I turn intangible and the rose withered away
but it gave way to my real feelings
don't remember when I noticed
could've been the day her eyes captivated me
at our first high school dance
my final season has ended, sealed with a memorable kiss
the whole world knows my identities
my name in both senses
I just changed my last name so someone
would notice something different
nobody has except for one
I love every minute I've spent with her
and under her clouds of black, I know I'm her warmth
I could say I don't love her but I'd be lying to everyone including myself
Father Christ went down to earth from the Heavenly Kingdom
Mother Mary bore Him in a humble manger with animals
He had a presentation at the temple
Mother Mary sad at the loss of Father Christ and joyous on finding Him surrounded by teachers in the Temple
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Was Baptized as Christian by His Cousin, John the Baptist
Proclaimed the Kingdom
Was transfigured
Instituted the Eucharist
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Was betrayed by one of His Apostle
Judas Iscariot
Scourged
Crucified
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Was alive after 3 days
Remained on earth for 40 days with Mother Mary and disciples instructing and encouraging them
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Established a Church
With our 1st Pope
St. Peter
Now called Catholic or Roman Catholic
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Ascended to the Heavenly Kingdom
Assumption and Coronation of His Mother and our Mother Mother Mary
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The three months of Lenten Season
Read and thought of writing poetry about Father Christ
To be inspired and create wonderful poems
To be a divine influence for people’s inspiration
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Inspiration comes from the Latin word of inspiratus
To breath into the lungs
Still common with the doctors from 16th century
In English referring to a divine influence on a person
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Organizing things
Thought poems not good
Underestimating self
Low on value
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Father Christ spoke to my heart
Not think of yourself so low
Other people cannot do what you are doing
People are mandating
Ordering
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Mandating Irresponsibly
“You say please when asking for something”
Tried to put please in Reverence Rosary binder
Sacred Heart binder
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Tried to do what You want
So other people can see
Imitate
Produce a respectable mandate
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It is their responsibility
Produce respectable manner
We will try to give our best
Produce respectable manner
Please know that we love You
Father Christ
We will do our best
Produce respectable manner
Date Written: 03092022
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Time: 6:17pm
There she stood under the midday sun,
Holding it against her ear as she spoke.
A loved one on the other line,
And a million things in her mind.
Loved ones? So they said
They left me hanging on the edge.
Irresponsibly to my fate I was abandoned,
Despite my loud cries for help.
She turned, still lost in her previous conversation;
What horrific scene had her eyes walked in.
Open jawed, cold sweat, pale in color
She stood before the body.
By no means did I mean to startle you,
I did my best to hold on until I lost my grip.
It was not my intention, I meant no harm
It was my curiosity that brought me where I am.
A 70 pounds female canine hung from the second floor,
He her honey brown fur strapped by a leather collar.
Her eyes were gone, just like her motionless body
And her swollen tongue that laid low.
In a matter of seconds, so many actions had taken effect.
The voices in her head had divided into groups.
Each taking stand for both matters on the table,
As her legs drove her away in silence.
Please don’t come forward, I don’t even know you.
This is no sight for a young lady like you.
How embarrassed I am.
If I could only move away.
When Camel had been brought down,
She kneeled before the creature and closed her eyes.
Even though they had never met before,
She was not going to let her soul depart alone.
I can hear your kind words
Walking with me towards the tunnel of light.
What happened had left me unease
But now your presence has given me peace.
She retrieved and marched her way
Not looking back to the past.
Red dry eyes and a cold broken heart
Became her friends for the day.
They met in the playground
Him eleven, her ten
Electric times full of youthful optimism
Young flesh collides
A voyage of naivety
And true love
Five years on, teens in trouble
Granted taken by both
Infidelities and lies
He bangs a girl
She revenge screws his friend
And their ultimate demise
Tick tock, fast forward
Their paths cross
On a dance floor
Heated passions eclipse sensibilities
Familiar flesh rediscovered
Irresponsibly...
Swim tiny sperms
Find the egg
Nine months zip by
They do what's best
A family of sorts
Skeletons rattle their closet
Animosity eating at bone
Arguments escalate
Until one day...
SNAP!
She's misunderstood and unappreciated
He can't forget
'No more, go' she says
‘Fine! If that’s what you want’
Tainted love, luster lost
Bags packed, door slammed
Gone
The cosmos was wrong
He hides and cries
Takes time to heal
Slowly grows
Two forward, one back
Moves on
Albeit reluctantly
Life starts to show merit
His smile grows with each conquered day
A spark of new life
Liberated from love
She flies high and free
For a while is fine
Four months on she finds a new man
Replacement daddy
He moves in
Then, when least expected
She sees her ex walking down the street
With a cute blond
Her heart ticks, trips and she feels violently
Sick
BA BOOM! BA BOOM!
Her heart wants him
Her head needs testing
She texts
'I still love you babes, can we link?'
His head spins
Needs strength to resist
But is powerless
Two become one
I know this sounds like theater
of the absurd,
but I wonder if healthy role play
might be left-brain's work ethic
inviting right-brain's first and last impassioned word.
We might pretend our LeftWing
loves to play
irresponsibly back and forth repositioning
while RightWing
is crazy busy with win/lose economics
and disempowering politics
of arduous fragmentation,
Where God would paradise play
with roles of humane-divine
mutual infatuation,
cooperative ego-deferment
unto obsequious giggles
of "Oh no, you first.
I gracefully and divinely insist."
AntiGod does hard vocational work
to teach pagan pilgrim players
and idle, irresponsible nature worshipers
to get back to harvesting souls
to be drained of daylight hours
manufacturing need and greed
to build our deadly war machines
and our ever higher and mightier towers
of anthro-hubris Babel.
Babel sounds like a healthier place to play
with natural sounds
and spiritual languages
for hide and seek with God
as scriptured, sure,
but also unscripted role play
between too autonomous to be realistic Egos
and too interdependent to be ungooey-theistic EcoLogicians.
I hear lose/lose ecopolitics
of hard work polarization
sounds dramatically absurd
while I continue to listen more imaginatively
to ego-eco
inside-outside
co-passioning play
Muse of RightWing stern capitalistic vocations
underplaying Win/Win co-arising
LeftWing wealthy health re-creations.
I said My son
you have your house
and sometimes food,
You have your phone
and sometimes fuel,
You have your girl
and sometimes friends
are also fools
But an uninspiring vacation
won't work for you
without a sacred green vocation,
a prime goddess avocation
a divine nature revolution
spirit evolution
peaceful resolution
soulful restoration.
What Earth needs now
to hear from you
Is tell Her how
to hear your true.
If you can do that
then She'll share with you
Why you can come home
in life's eco-school
where hearts speak out loud
for laws not so cruel.
Teach us how
to cooperate,
Not compete
to masturbate
old ideas
not so great of late,
White House dreams
flame our heads. Berate
what we need
from where we wait
to plant our seeds
to harvest great
what each one sees
on our knees
saluting trees
with freedom's breeze
to cooperate
and resonate,
not misoperate
too irresponsibly disassociate.
Seeking now what you would find
if your dad's ass weren't far behind
where you would like for us to be
where I listen while you pee
out whatever comes to be
because we plant as our vocation, see
what we harvest as Earth's most fabulous avocation,
Hot Mama green and glorious vacation
Goin' out to green associate
what LeftBrain learned to dissociate
from RightBrain ultra-violate.
So your great gran
was a suffragette
She fought for the right for women to vote
She thought that would make a woman equal,
put them on the same footing as a man
Looking back, that was misguided thinking
by woman like your great gran
Your great gran
and her suffragette sisters
didn't count on their own gender betraying them
To use their hard fought freedoms perversely
Frivolously,
and in the end, irresponsibly
Now you're using your right to vote
to remove the stigma of using dope
Using your freedoms to enhance your breasts,
to mutilate yourself
To smoke cigarettes,
sadly giving yourself cancerous flat chests
Surrogate suffragette,
carrying another woman's baby
The same woman who fought for the right
to have you as her breeding pet
You got your great gran
rolling in her grave I bet
Surrogate suffragette,
my how you're fighting so hard to suppress
all those good freedoms women worked too hard to get
Free to get equal pay,
free to keep your job
should a pregnancy comes your way
Free to smash the glass ceiling,
free to abolish gender hire double dealing
Surrogate suffragette,
you say you're a thoroughly modern woman
But your great gran wouldn't recognize you,
if you were walking down the street
and she saw you coming
Ruth wasn't more than seventeen,
the cutest girl I had ever seen;
a drunk driver collided head-on
with a Buick Regal at an excessive speed.
That intoxicated man had smoked weed...
he once was a clean, responsible son.
Yesterday her mom was so proud of a boy so mannered and tame,
today she's gotten a share of the horrendous shame;
he's not aware of the horrifying crash, he continues to laugh;
while in the passenger's seat of the other car Ruth bleeds to death.
The nearest hospital' ambulance comes within five minute's time,
the car radio is still playing that song with perfect rhyme;
Ruth's face is covered with blood and pieces of glass,
and her mom tries to wipe them off with a towel as white as her dress.
She hopes that those paramedics would save her,
but she has no pulse,...how heart-wrenching is Ruth's mother despair!
Why did he drink irresponsibly, get behind the wheel and enter the opposite lane?
Didn't he know that a car is a weapon that often takes the life of an innocent person?
" So sorry for my son's negligence and impairment, I will share your deep pain."
Will's mom apologizes in an attempt to comfort her while sunlight brings on the dawn.
It's easy to see
It's more important to be
pro-life
than pro-choice
if one must prefer to choose
to win or lose
robust healthy life.
Are you pro-life
or pro-choice?
Both.
Pro-choosing resilient EarthTribe life
for everyone.
Do not confuse pro-choice
with pro-death,
Or pro-life
with anti-integrity unhealthy choice.
If pro-LifeChoice
emerges on our Winner's Table,
then the list of what we are democratically for
becomes a health agenda
of resonant life fully lived
with self and other compassion.
And all the diversely negative anti-life non-choices begin,
for me,
with anti-life risks of nuclear holocaust,
anti-climate risks to resilient health,
anti-life automated commodified industrial ballistics
designed to kill
as rapidly
and vapidly
as irresponsibly possible.
This list of patriarchally-driven abortions of healthy choice
against pro-life matriarchal healing humanity
goes on and on most violently
then abusively
then neglectfully
then unconsciously
uncommitted to never aborting LifeChoice
democratic advocacy
respect
dignity
passion
enchantment
wonder
love
sacred integrity.
His life felt sick.
Filled with ick
And she was sighing,
inside dying.
Yet, when asked,
her response
entirely unresponsive,
"I'm fine."
puts her compassionate listener
in a double-bind.
Do I ask her if she is intentionally lying
or irresponsibly
out of her self-isolating mind?
Neither one
feels more kind
and patient,
still, uncommunicating
and yet curious.
Could it be
she is embarrassed
about being merely mortal?
A caregiver
without sufficient tools
or even weapons
to assure EarthTribe's
resonantly healthy non-confrontations
with degenerative trends
sometimes overwhelming
normal regenerative
narrative twists and bends,
A future mother
who must only be
an omnipotent caregiver,
without sustained support
as one of us
co-arising care receivers?
What good is universal health care giving
without reciprocal
compassionate care receiving?
And, how could we,
why would we,
when should all Earth's caregivers
deny our patriarchal climates
of pathology?
When our allies are sick
and filled with unanticipated ick.