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The mental instability of a liar
when they hear the truth cursing begins ugly
you are judging me seems to be their next move
cornered crying the victim, pity feel sorry for me me me
I am a good person the first sin tells its tale
those under the veil of sight replying violently in nature
Which corner alters your ego to put up such a fight
what rules apply to the under dog quarrelling
There is only one circle drawn in the sand
we are all sinners needing forgiveness every day
pride you will not let go through sheer stubborn behaviour
chained to the fragments of a soul's spirit
trust has been betrayed never will it say sorry
even when proven wrong it quarrels about position
the highest value holds the light separating darkness
The most beautiful, the realm beyond imagination
the end of your mortality, the judging of your soul.
Today I stood in heaven's doorway to face God's verdict,
I've never imagined, I'm still young, too young.
I have so many dreams not yet fulfilled
but there's a feeling, peace and comfort I can't resist
I see happiness without end, love without envy,
life without hatred, God eternity.
I look back, my family, friends and enemies I saw
I felt lonely and discontented without their forgiveness
suddenly I hear voices.."One more step and be with us".
Minutes and hours passed, I decided to take that step..
But..
then I woke..heard chattering, laughing, my siblings arrived,
So glorious, it's going to be fun...Oh If I take that step I will be dead by now!
Singers and dancers,
artists and writers,
philosophers and poets,
academics and health professionals,
parents and teachers,
actors and contemplatives,
grandparents and children,
live and die between Heaven and Hell.
Between Heaven's interdependent sensory Enlightenment
and Hell's individual secularized Industrious-Militant Revolutions
Pathology and sin result from severing healthy spiritual tools
for development
from degenerative denatured fake-wealth weapons
for destruction.
Heaven's tools restore peace
where re-tooled weapons
without divine mercy
redistribute Hell's sure-fire punishments.
Sacred tools,
like bicameral hearted minds,
were
and are
for hunting,
gathering
harvesting
cooking
serving
cleaning
recycling
composting
regathering,
impressing
not trangressing,
health-restoring FuturePowers.
Weapons were
and are
for killing
threatening
hating
condemning
judging
repressing
depressing
suppressing wealthy MultiGenerational Matriarchal FlowCycles.
Technological tools,
post industrial,
have evolved from
WorldWideWebs of Heaven
for cooperative social health information
Too often devolved into propaganda weapons
against WorldWideWalls for self-ghettoizing Hell
promulgating competitive anti-social disinformation.
Sacred tools, verbal and non-verbal,
derive from
and help build
heart-paths toward progressive liberties in love
and conserving equitable and responsible compassions.
Secularized weapons
contrive from
and help destroy
other paranoid
rabidly bipolar
mind pathologies.
Sacred tools serve immortal life.
Secular weapons serve up violent death.
Just as word choice
is the smallest detail
of communal win/win communication,
Weapon choice is the smallest
and also least cognitively wealthy, part
of commercial and residential conscious win/win choice-making
well-tooled
politically healthy
true-wealth conserving co-investment,
Articulating
incarnating
re-creating
sacred life evolving in-between
LeftBrain's ideas of Heaven
and RightBrain's experiences of lose/lose Hell.
Unity
(Verse 1)
United as one,that's where we stand
Why can't we hold each others hand
Even if we don't understand the plan (the plan)
Lift each other up, stop being so color struck
Count out blessings,don't consider them luck
Stop focusing on, just you and me
Let's come together , remake unity
(Chorus)
Unity, where has it gone?
Divided up,yet we're still strong
Why can't we all just get along?
Come together, put the past in the past
Build a future that will last
No longer selfish, its not just about you and me
Let's come together and make unity
(Verse2)
How can we look, at a book
Based on its cover ,
When will we stop judging one another (another)
Realize we are all sisters and brothers
It doesn't matter what back ground you've come from
We all have a battle to be won
We all have something special instilled
Its up to you, if you want to give
Don't ever think you can't succeed
Encourage your own self and just believe
(yeeeaaaahhhhh)
(Chorus)
Unity, where has it gone?
Divided up,yet we're still strong
Why can't we all just get along?
Come together, put the past in the past
Build a future that will last
No longer selfish, its not just about you and me
Let's come together and make unity
Bridge:
We will make it, we are strong
We can face it, through the storm
Help me say
We will make it,we are strong
We can face it through the storm
(Chorus)
Unity, where has it gone?
Divided up,yet we're still strong
Why can't we all just get along?
Come together, put the past in the past
Build a future that will last
No longer selfish, its not just about you and me
Let's come together and make unity
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
11/10/16
From outfield judging eyes await your plight,
though sweat and stupor feign to your ruin.
Now pull up your trousers, cinch your belt tight...
glaring down from mound, pitch straight and proven.
Blurred ball unleashed, pitcher's swift arm uncoiled...
tho' bat be av'rage, the batter may not.
Cauldron-like blood boiled, fever'd swing loyal,
now away to skies, all eyes on prized swat.
Faithfully she watched from merciful stands,
clouds roll away from fancy, fated rush.
His chance to meet life, alone in her hands,
though startled by a bat's powerful crush.
Will you strike true in life's bewilder'g plan,
carried on shoulders of heavenly fans?
Drawn to a scent that has appealed,
innocent heart lowers its shield
but betrayal sees trust shaken.
How may our broken heart be healed?
When we feel as such, forsaken,
it’s time for us to awaken,
rising above clouds of despair,
tranquil, blissful and unshaken.
Judging not, we become aware,
that those who did not with love pair,
came to teach, as of soul contract,
to forgive and for all souls care.
The code of love, in this way cracked,
we forge with God, a lifelong pact,
relinquishing expectation,
letting not lower mind detract.
Silence as our meditation,
our heart pulsates with elation
and so we flow, as does the breeze,
each life breath, soul’s celebration.
Free from overthinking disease,
our wounded heart thus heals with ease,
for within us glows flame of love,
witnessing life as but a tease.
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
As I walk along during the holiday season
In this city made up of so many cultures,
I begin to wonder if we’re her for a reason
Or just fodder for the prejudice of vultures.
No matter who we are or where we come from,
There’s always going to be problems we must face.
In a world full of hatred, we need to overcome
Judgments towards others that have been so misplaced.
There’s a lot of good out there around this time of year.
It’s all around us, no matter where we look.
So, why is it that the rest of the time, we live in fear,
Instead of looking to Jesus and the chances he took.
He lived a life in which he loved everyone he met.
Not once in his travels did he turn someone away.
There are lessons to be learned that we should never forget,
Like not judging others for the bed in which they lay.
My purpose appears worthless amongst a surplus of people.
Counted as half a man, “Will I ever be equal?”
Why should I try, apply, or put forth effort
When the forces of evil try to keep LO & VE separate?
Could be we’re different, rich or poverty stricken.
Middle class & working, the clock keeps tickin’.
Calendars turn: Question, “Will peace prevail?”
In our view of one another, we should see ourselves.
Should I be held responsible for those before me,
Or, should I be judged for what I do on my own?
At the moment of conception, we are all free
To follow the one true Judge and never be alone.
People seem so intent on having power
That they forget to look inside to see where they’re from.
Soon, the day will arrive when, at the given hour,
People will see that eternity is only for some.
I Plead the Fifth
We were taught the Constitution like scripture—
memorize the amendments, underline freedom,
say it like it’s untouchable.
The Fifth Amendment promises
the right to remain silent,
protection from self-incrimination,
life and liberty secured by due process.
But what does due process mean
to a child hiding under a desk
while footsteps echo down a hallway?
What does liberty mean
to a family outside a detention center
clutching paperwork like a life jacket?
What does life mean
when headlines move faster than funerals?
We say, “I plead the Fifth,”
like silence is safety.
But silence is often the problem.
We stay quiet after another school shooting.
Quiet when families are torn apart.
Quiet when pride pulls a trigger
and calls it strength.
The Constitution says the government
cannot take your life without justice.
But what about when we take each other’s?
Who tries envy?
Who sentences hatred?
Who holds accountable a culture
that says win at all costs?
We climb over shoulders and dreams
and call it ambition.
We protect property harder than people.
We debate louder than we mourn.
And when truth feels heavy,
when the mirror reflects us in the chaos—
we plead the Fifth.
Silent about bullying
until it becomes violence.
Silent about injustice
until it becomes tradition.
The Fifth Amendment was meant
to shield the innocent—
not excuse indifference.
Imagine if we gave each other
due process:
listened before judging,
reasoned before reacting,
cared before climbing.
A free land isn’t proven
by memorizing rights.
It’s proven by protecting lives.
So today,
I don’t plead the Fifth.
I plead for better—
for classrooms filled with laughter, not alarms,
for borders that don’t erase humanity,
for ambition that doesn’t require casualties.
The Constitution promises life and liberty.
It’s time we stop being silent
and start living it.
Defects are the imperfections
of a character that is hostile
to changes making it more
susceptible to judgment;
name a few of those individuals
who assume of being perfect
and don't need a transformation
to point out some or all
of their hideous faults!
What's flawlessness...
a virtue without blemishes?
Who's the impeccable one:
if not the Creator who gave
us life and wisdom to live it?
We are very harsh in judging
others, not noticing our flaws...
not feeling ashamed of what
we think when we replace
humility with vanity!
Our reflection in that mirror
doesn't display self-worth:
the image seen so clearly
is not true to the self-concept
of what we should really be!
Written on 7/30/2017
The Sacred Combustion of the Moment
A storm of blood ignites our marrow in the silence of the heavy night,
It strikes our chest like a blind lightning bolt that asks no leave, no pardon,
We no longer turn our faces toward the scattered bones of rebel days,
We throw ourselves naked into the flames, as into some ancient, holy feast.
It's a love that tears down old temples and walls without a border,
That tramples underfoot deaf conventions, laws of ice, cold patterns,
When our whole body screams "stop" with its very last breath,
We build from our own chaos a citadel that defies both time and forgetting.
We pay no mind to the world's gossip, cold shadows, petty miseries,
To the judging eyes from houses without soul, without dreams,
We live at the white-hot temperature of a single moment, burned to the forehead,
That feels to us like an entire ocean in waves barely promised.
Stone statues collapse into dust, laws and ancient canons,
Beneath our scorched footsteps that leave embers on the earth,
We are only us, a flame flowing through our veins like a river of eons,
That learned long ago to carry in its palms the breath of the sacred wind.
All that remains is this pure current, electric, magic, and wild,
A windstorm in which the whole world slowly, silently unravels,
A mad dream, hallucinatory, and, in its depths, blessed,
That has no time for gentle tenderness, only for fire that burns, mute.
And maybe tomorrow, from these ashes, someone will speak of a fire,
That I burned brighter than a fallen star at the height of summer, unafraid,
But today we live in the raw pulse of one single, repeated siege,
Loving each other madly, until everything, everything turns to flame.