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GAMBLER OF THE FAMILY:
He is a young vibrant guy,
Who has a very innocent appearance,
So he is fairly cherished by everybody.
But in every situation he is always the wrongdoer.
His family calls him Ricky...
Friends call him Wager.
He is the firstborn child of his parents,
And he has two brothers and one sister.
I'm very close to the family.
The father is late,
So he is expected to act responsibly,
Since the mum is not fit and he is the eldest child too.
Unfortunately, he is not acting as such,
But his siblings are living logically.
Out of wedlock, he has a son who he doesn't care for.
Ricky's father left some properties for them,
Therefore they wouldn't suffer.
The father kept advising him when he was alive,
Due to the kind of life that he is leading;
He can't save for the future,
Neither can't plan well for his own life,
Since he is enticed to gambling.
One day he was arrested for that reason,
And it caused the father a big time shame.
Yet, he is never willing to change.
Always bringing home troubles...
Anytime he gets a job and start working.
Now the mum says he should stay at home,
Just for the family to be free from debt incurrence.
People are always chasing him for their monies,
For not rendering his services after been paid.
He uses the monies to gamble.
One day the mum was washing,
When he told her he's going to town.
Till today, Ricky hasn't returned.
Unexpectedly, he took along an issued cheque,
Which was issued in his name,
Purposefully for the sister's tertiary education.
(ie;For full payment from first year to final year)
It was sourced from the father's long-term investment.
No one knows where he's gone to,
After he's cashed out the cheque.
Doesn't pick up calls when the family phones him.
Some friends say they saw him somewhere,
Whilst he's being searched for.
Others too say they've not seen him at all.
The sister is now staying at home,
And everybody is not happy about that.
The mum is really concerned about his life,
As she sits all night thinking about him;
Praying Ricky returns home,
For she don't want anything bad to happen to him.
.
Orbiting a pole is it's sole function
I have yet to determine a purpose
The bedazzle causes the children to run
But the idea, I can't quite interpret
A merry go round would suit just fine
No need for heads or tails
No creepy eyes staring in to mine
No music, whistles or bells
It defies reason, if your thinking logically
With Lions, tigers and bears
This haunted contraption forever taunts me
My nightmares begin at the fair
Rusting gold and chipped paint
Up, down and around
You may take a spin, but I feel faint
With the tune of a devilish sound
Clowns are usually a package deal
When this sinister circle's in motion
Not bothered too much by their wicked appeal
Only this revolving locomotion
No More Sad Songs
Everything that's seen views on different terms
Not understanding how the other just won't learn
Mental perception in an emotional state
Arguing over nothing our sexes eternal fate
Logically thinking lets think this thing through
Knowing that it is something emotions never do
Thinking the other one is doing whatever it is
You think the faults hers, she says it's his
How can the exact same thing go misunderstood
Trying to figure it out won't do you any good
If only she could see things through my very eyes
If only he could stop hiding and telling his lies
All we can do is remember to look in ourselves too
For within ourselves are the answers that'll ring true
No more blaming or hunting to right your own wrongs
Because in the end all you'll be singing is sad, sad songs...
bmdavey@06/25/16
Having lost my marbles,
I set out on a quest to find them;
And started my journey following the signs
To a place that they call Bedlam.
I stumbled upon some unpaired socks
Who, somehow in the laundry,
Their mates had been lost.
“Have you seen any marbles wandering about?”,
Above the crying sounds of socks, I tried to shout.
One lone sock of dark blue, with a hole in his heel,
said, “All the marbles round here, tend to roll down the hill.”
So I continued on down into the unconscious regions,
Past ideas and thoughts that were frozen or freez’n.
The deeper and deeper into the imagination I travelled,
All the things that I knew started to unwind and unravel.
“Halt! Who goes there?”, cried a three headed pig
“You must first give the password; it is ‘Jiggity-jig.’”
“But you just told me the password,” I said, amazed and confused.
“Well of course I did, Silly – it’s the word you must use.”
“But then everyone would know it and all would get in.”
“Well to keep anyone out would be such a sin.”
“Then why have a password?”, I asked quite logically,
“Because if you didn’t know the password, you couldn’t get past me!”
“But, of course,” I said, giving up the fight,
I wanted to regain those marbles before the end of the night.
So, with a “Jiggity-jig” and a “Have a good day”,
The three headed pig moved out of my way.
I did find some marbles, but they obviously weren’t mine,
These marbles were of one color and were terribly unkind.
“Have you seen any other marbles, wandering around here?
These would be of all different sizes and colors, even some that are clear.”
“Oh, those marbles!?”, the snobby pack said,
“We were hoping the human they belonged to was already dead.
If those marbles weren’t so different, perhaps they wouldn’t get lost;
We could become your marbles, at quite a reasonably low cost.”
“No thanks,” I said, “I’ve become fond of my own,
Perhaps they’ve returned, I think I’ll go on back home.”
So I started back on my return trip,
The stories of which, I think I will skip.
And when I woke up – with some unmatched socks in my bed,
I found all my marbles safely back in my head.
Why does this resonance of love,
lovely resonance,
feel so complexly complicated
to achieve?
Complicating,
complicit in felt imperfection
While red hot hate
burns resiliently,
remains pure
and uncomplicated,
unnuanced,
Vengeance is Mine!
bright as red anger
smoldering in cold
black coal fear
of perfect disregard,
contempt,
anxious judgment,
shaming blame
unequivocal unilateral conviction
I was right
to never truly love
in that unredeemed
leftist win/win compassionate
Not Right RedBlooded win/lose
competitively traumatic
capitalist-patriarchal
monotheistic
punishing way
Of anthrosupremacist survivalist sway,
HuMan MonoCulture Yang, LeftBrain dominant
dissonantly against
EarthMother PolyCulture Yintegrity,
RightBrain prominent EarthTribal
interdependent living systems
unraveling out in partisan bipolar directions
CoArising dipolar dynamic
four seasonal erections
green ecopolitical healthy wealth
win/win organic
Breathing in polypathic Taoist reverse insurrections
of bicameral body/mind
co-governing buried projections
for feeding
and watering public/private health
root chakra
eco/theo-logically polytheistic
living sacred double-binary
emergent information
Joy/Integrity body health
is green mindwealth safety systemic,
neuro-network win/win optimization,
and eco/theologically cooperative
co-investments in mind-body
EarthTribe inclusive
co-empathic healthcare
Which may be why
does this resonance of love,
lovely resonance,
sound so complexly complicated
to co-intelligently achieve?
And feels impossible
not to fully co-invest
despite considering
all the LeftBrain dominant facts
of Earth's eventual mortality.
This is my living will
No matter what this is what's real
If I can't live with out a machine
Then what could my life really mean
If with out them I will quickly die
Please unplug them and say Good Bye
Because logically my life is done
Living with tubes and all the noise won't be fun
And no matter how hard it may be
Please unplug them for me
Life has been good even at it's worst
I have been Blessed as much as cursed
Made friends in many places
Don't remember all the names but can see all the faces
I have seen Joy Love Laughter and Hate
And what I want isn't up for debate
Please remember after I am gone
May be not one thing from my life will carry on
But the ones I Loved know it all to well
I am begging for heaven but may end up in hell
Either way so many people and places I did touch
About some kind of return I didn't care much
I just want you to promise me
You'll unplug the machine and set me free
This my best friend is not pretend
Please hold my hand and kiss me in the end
Without you I couldn't have gotten this far
You know just exactly who you are
Please don't you shed not even one little tear
Unplug me and remember I'll always be near
Even though my body you won't see
In your time of need you can count on me
I will watch over you every day
Trying to be sure happy and safe you will stay
Now you know my final wish
Let it end with an I LOVE YOU , a Hug And Kiss!
So please don't let me down
In all these years your the best friend I could have ever found!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2011 unclecharlie
Today's unvaccinated experience
within
and upon natural spiritual Earth
is yesterday's clearly
most purely
manifest destiny.
On the other hand,
what tomorrow's post-pandemic destiny
will most healthy manifest
cannot be rooted
in other than silent gratitude
for currently positive deviant,
healthy ecological,
economically co-invested
multiculturing democratic
socio-economic empowering
capital wealth
Manifestly,
even liberally, win/win obvious
to future regenerative communicators,
preserving
protecting
providing
provisioning
previsioning AfterVaccine restorative
HealthSystem History
Our most ego/eco-logically healthy destiny,
her and his most manifest polypathic wealth
absorbed therapeutically
co-redemptively
silently this late sacred Earth enlightening
empowering dusk
Of co-manifest ecosystemic destiny
to preserve health and safety
resilient history
of natural/spiritual
indigenously bicameral
interdependently multiculturing humanity
born of EarthMother's
most sacred light
and deep flowing power manifestations
TheoEco-logical
HeavenlyWind spirit manifestations
resurfacing
yesterday's Deep EarthWater
bio/geo/eco/ego-culturing climate health destinies
Naturally manifest
Here Becoming
Now also spiritually feminist
Grateful reborn health
conserving wealth
of safely liberated AV Being.
Science and Religion
Some ask, “Why do you waste your time on religious matters?
When it’s obvious, science is the answer.”
After countless hours, I realize the theories
Are like sieves and will not hold water.
I do not blame the scientists, who attempt to explain
The universe logically or the evolution of life
With evidence gathered.
It is these so-called “intelligentsia” who distort the facts
With fabrications and then propagate the lies to replace the truth.
This suits their narrative, the fools!
Science is rational, armed with data to analyze existence,
Whereas religion quenches the souls of human beings.
I, too, want my name in a history book,
But not as an idiot.
Spells in our lives
When things done for money
Bring less delight
We had enough motives
But struggle to keep living up
Necessity makes us so keen
Like it is all to us
Tours in our ways
When little done for love
Born memory ever green
We had much fright
Yet we never gave up
Stress for what seems nothing
Leaving assurance most time
In chase of precious gem
To tie ourselves to the prime
Wonders if good not mixed bad
That wrong not brewed right to blend
The wight of loss and gross pulse
We shall hardly believe logically, reason mortals surcease
And question the paper for the pen's drive
Sacred music and liturgies
are not merely leaves and flowers
produced by complex and richly branched
and sub-branched analogies
between ecological and theological root metaphors
of co-arising nurture;
between naturaLeft and spiritualRight co-experience
of Earth's spiraling revolutionary nutrition;
East to West horizoned
healthy light intention.
Each regeneration absorbing fertile flowering fruit
to recreate communal caring communication
climax
through primal musical vibrant metaphor
of ego-death mortality
compassioned yintegrity
repurposed into regenerational eco-lives,
past through future win/win epic intentions,
virtuous virality of EarthTribe's manic DNA
for thriving health
as wealthy Yangish solo anthems.
Each courageous ego
a metaphor for Earth's curiously spiraling revolution
iconic of DNA's bilaterally rising and falling structural evolution,
curved waves
yang and yin spherical iconic metaphors
for left and right cranial hemispheres
emerging informed by patriarchal Western predative history
and nondualistically reformed Eastern enculturation
cooperatively co-parasitic;
Creolizing curious white light supremacy
as not not color multicultural sublimation,
monocultural suppression,
both/and polyphonic and polypathic
right-brain resonant
so also left-brain super-resilient
multicultural ecological co-empowering
monocultural theology
supplanting ego's pursuit of monotheistic disempowering
from-above wealth
Of communally sung and danced metaphor,
sacred silent
replete with secular vibrations,
seductive and reductive,
inductive and deductive
co-arising ego/eco-sublime
metaphoric muse
of cultured octave scale
and tone
and hue;
vibrating tables of eight-fold elements
eco/theo-logically metaphonic
cooperative caring communion
both/and disunion.
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