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water weeps wildly
whilst washing away your
jesting foolery.
I saw the sun annihilated
Against backdrops of liturgy
Lethargic activity that earns
It’s title as the Earth’s endearing child
Against backdrops of monogamy,
Pedestrian thinking,
Accelerated usage,
Lapping up mentalities from bowls of pulled poultry,
Doing nothing for the Universe, Yet stealing all unities,
Dissention and green lights and babies birthed and apostrophes in time,
Influencing the way we work on thinking of ourselves as HUMANS, As people, not things.
Growths, from children to adults, the contortion of time, the peeling of fate, the sweet sugar coating like a scab on your life,
Bleeding out of your heart and seeing out of your eyes and feeling through your brain and feeling through your synapses.
Here are the producers of the broad way show of assimilation
Here are the problems, Here are the irregularities with the hole in the boat, But don’t worry everything is now under…
Black as a burn on white , yellow as a can of
Cream, not yellow at all.
Not nothing but irregularities we perceive as
Potential ingredients in life.
But in greed, is what we are, in need
Not so much, Thinking SO outside
Of the box, that the box has grown
Legs and walked away and has grown
A full beard and a full head of ideals.
And we are trapped outside of this fully
Matured matron of mystic answers.
And we are pleading to God to be let
back in...
But you know something, GOD IS IN THAT BOX TOO.
And you know something else, inside all of us
Is a little box opening when
It's ready to breed a plague of
Insatiable urges.
A quest for self.
A journey through self.
Black and blue benches where a man sits,
Breathing, he breathed.
Waiting for his anti-matter mother to annihilate him,
But less than he believes because anti-matter
Kills not what it touches, But what it needs to
Kill itself.
A piano, might be boxy and Brute-Like
But might mean more than piano
To you.
It might mean the 'end is nigh'
For music is the sound we hear to
feel forsworn,
to feel filthy inside of ourselves.
GOOD, GOOD
But remember, the Doctor is here
And he is watching from inside
The box, and he's sitting over a cup of tea,
With GOD,
In that BOX
How does it make you feel when the one you voted for, lost?
Did the earth stop revolving; or did the sun refuse to shine?
Did your boat cease to float; or did your sails fall into the river?
I was just thinking about the times that my candidate lost, and
about the time that I voted FOR a candidate adamantly opposed
to the union that represented me and my financial well being.
Personally, I have not agreed, but the American voter for the longest time
has been trained to be totally self-interested, even if that interest does not
represent the common interest of the nation. There should be no question
about how we got to where we are.
I was also thinking about the first presidential election in which I voted up to the most recent one. With a little research, I discovered that there have been 12 presidential elections in which I have been a participant. In those elections, I voted for 7 candidates who won and 5 candidates who lost. At no time did I ever think that the winning candidate I opposed was not my
President or Commander-in Chief. I have always been sadden by that way of thinking because there is no constitutional grounds for such mentalities.*
A couple of days ago, I was taken aback when a person I greatly respect indicated that the new Commander-in-Chief was not her Commander-in-Chief as she waved goodbye to the former president. Also, several years ago when a new president took office, a dear friend of mine said, "He's not my president. I did not vote for him." I said in response, "Neither did I vote for him, but he is now OUR new president". I could be mistaken, but my understanding of the American way is that we are free to oppose and disagree, but when the majority wins, we do our best to unite as one.
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*Constitution; Article 11, Section 2, #1.
Service workers wearing fake smiles perform for the customer. Catering to their needs; pretending. Insecure bosses put the pressure on making it known that you are replaceable. Treated as a number, employees wear name tags. Told what to wear and that opinions don't matter. Corporate policies drive the machine and the answer lies in the picture book. Great emphasis put on consistency, resulting in robotic behavior that is rewarded. Individuality is highly discouraged. In matching uniforms to represent a company; divided into groups and stereotyped. A job well done is expected without acknowledgement but mistakes are called out from the other side of the window. Two faced co-workers throw you under the bus and get tongue tied when confronted. It's obvious that their own insecurities drive such behavior. The bigger person feels compassion. Walking on egg shells in their presence and justifying his behavior with hard work. Fools buy into the lies and carry it's message with confidence. Creating an image of someone they don't even know. Judge mental mentalities that boost egos at the expense of someone else. Ambivalence is rare in this word of mouth to mouth industry and your secrets aren't safe. Gossip queens give dirty looks and stick up their noses. Little do they know that they actually know so little. Often shocked when they find out the truth. I see through this transparent behavior and I don't get involved. I'm too old for the drama and my time isn't wasted on such issues. These attitudes are contagious and so easily adopted. Breaking the cycle and avoiding it's virus, calls for a man with life experience. Someone who has already been through this and been in the shoes that they wear. It takes an open mind built on a foundation of acceptance. This is an attitude that cannot be taught, closed minds won't listen. Lead by example, an impact can be made. Lowered expectations influence less judgement. People are born into a harsh world and at the end when the waitress presents you with the check; gratuity is not included.
lub dub, lub dub echoes of the heart
just one sound that will tear it apart
its reins will tighten and choke the air sacks
fuselage lines squeezed from the fortress of plaques
the alarm is out to all cells standing in harm’s way
its possible they may not make another day
it could be sudden like a viperous bite
that could send the body into a shocking flight
tunnels are barricaded, tissues starving for blood
chemical stations are straining to get thru the mud
the flashing alarm has tripped, all responders are rushing
anti coagulators gown up to intercede and begin crushing
sirens in the rescue bunker, corpuscles set out to quell
can they get there quickly or will life end up in the well
detour routes are now flagged to allow an alternate flow
when safety is signaled all lanes will open and be set to go.
all commuter service has been put on red alert
predators do not interfere, let the squads tend to the hurt
second alarm sounded as there are many causalities
the impact is enormous, there may be reduced mentalities
life lines installed to improve the balance of nutriments
also to flush out the exorbitant level of ill condiments
recovery is expected although time is of the essence
mortality levels can rise post arterial strikes, during convalescence.
all teams called to aid in the tragic head on collision
will undergo precautionary measures for structural revision
efforts were made with fortunate outcome without a fatality
all inhabitants within the vascular circuit now have stable vitality.
this highway thru hell episode will be published in medical journals
to exemplify what occurs to inbound route and to those externals
echoes of the heart rely upon safety of all users of the track
drivers will have annual inspections for hazardous cargo like plaque.
this has been an inside look at actual effects of a heart attack.
and cast have been commentated for their heroic tributes.
the events has been edited for visualization but are true to life
He was a father
Now he's just an example of a man with feather
Flying away from his responsibilities after/
All those words he altered.
Maybe he thought we won't survive
Mother struggled in difficulties to keep us alive
With her/our dreams will revive
With sorrows and frustrations her heart danced to painful jive.
She had no trust but being a single mother with two
Negative side her heart askew
Because she could not bear the transformation of what was cool
Now her heart is blue.
That was 16 years ago
When he left us below
It was like running a company without a CEO
In our minds/ depressions overflowed
It changed our personalities
Gave us new mentalities
And gave Mom a painful opportunities
To drunkenness as her new oddities
Because of the deep sense of frustration we felt
Her lungs turned into a pathway for alcohol
And her system began its storeroomSoon she became a habitual drunkard
My brother bathed with notorious attitude
Evaluating problems that was equivalent to gangsterism
And buried education on the knobs of cigarettes
Turned into a daily observer for the street
I have always been a quiet and a shy person/but the hate I had for him it made me bitter than the word itself
I was depressed and miserable
I lived unhappy for so long that I no longer enjoyed the feeling of happiness.
My childhood was the hardest journey
I was surprised how I had such good friends
They wallpapered me so much love
From that moment I believed I can be great with or without him
I had to forgive my father but I also decided to forget him
That was the best remedy.
I now live a fulfilling life filled with abundant happiness and peace of mind.
© Artistic Poet
BEING HUMAN BEINGS
Some people are evil.
Maliciously.
Some people create drama. Monstrosities..
Some people have ulterior motives. Intentionally.
Some people have remorse.
An apology.
Some people have profound words. Poetically.
Some people are tree huggers.
Organically.
Some people have no common sense. Stupidity.
Some people are real religious.
Spiritually.
Some people are inmature.
Mentalities.
Some people die in crashes.
Fatalities.
Some people are ignorant.
Their just to blind to see.
Some people have a sixth sense.
Let's call it telepathically.
Some people feel sorrow for others.
Some would call that Sympathy.
But when people understand sorrow for others.
It becomes empathy.
Some people are real chill. We'll say Copacetically.
Some people are plain fake. AKA...Artificially.
Some people are solid.
Its called Solidarity.
Some people are single.
Its called singularity.
Some people take their last breath.
They are put in a cemetary.
Some people save their breath and never speak.
Monastery.
Some people are tone deaf.
They have No melody.
Some people dress real risque.
In other words quite provocatively.
Some people rise above the rest. That's what i call Quintessentially.
BUT......ALL.... PEOPLE....
Should love.
Unconditionally.
Demonstrate peace.
Peacefully.
Work.
Systematically.
Live.
Longevity.
Laugh.
Uncontrollably.
Respect others.
Diplomatically.
Throw away the hate.
Practice racial equality.
If We do all those things,
then the world we live in,
could be in,
perfect harmony.
In the Orient it's called Karma,an inescapable butcher of beasts continuously chopping,slicing & trimming the meat of our mentalities,precisely weighed,
Occidentally the official judge of justice is commonly greeted as God,punisher of aggravated appetites,gatekeeper to the blissful & blightful kingdoms,
perhaps there are astral accountants tabulating spiritual treasures of ours,scribing with blood & bones,celestial lawyers indicting us on ancient legalities,
no action eludes the energy of Nature's ear & eye,to sing with no voice or weep with no tears is to try & erase facts from flesh,removing silt from river,
sometimes good fortune arrives in our awry lives,unanticipated & unsolicited like dreams of victory teaching us its possible to outdo the odds,dance on defeats,
however,recompense is irrevocably required by the Divine source as agony is requisite for birth,a timeless tax that gives everything a welcome worth,a value,
a mother who delivers a deformed child,small business owner increasing sales,a professor thats worshiped,pastor of an indigent church,self content poor man,
the purse of Providence is heavy & organic like a full belly always digesting,making space for more & more charity & confiscation,smote with a kiss,
a balance of thefts & rewards,lies that give loss,love that provides learning,poverty that lends perspective,sorrow sowing strength,profits producing paranoia,
justice is a blacksmith that will heat you & cool you,strike you & smooth you,shape you into something appropriate for your properties,polish your planes -
J.A.B. 2010
Been knocked down
But never put out.
Been lied to, cursed at
Even talked about.
Had a few pick-me-ups and
A couple of dust-me-offs
Serpents trying to slime me
With materialistic pay offs.
Obstacles laid in my paths
Like bear traps in the woods,
By foes and those
Who only wished to know they could
See what I see, go where I go,
Proclaiming sister and brotherhood
Just to see what I know.
Nonetheless, I persevere over time
And continue on with the race,
Tears roll down my cheeks
To clean the dirt off my face.
Channeling my anger wisely
Keeping things Arctic cool
Leveling the playing field with prayer
My momma didn't raise no fool!
This is how life's been for me
Over the years,
Nothing much scares me,
Only God I fear.
Shoulders and elbows at times
May get a little dusty
When an older mindset
Makes me a little rusty.
But after some contemplation,
I can see that shining light
My visions like premonitions
Give me a new insight.
Of what is to come
Or what possibly could be,
Because there's more to just
Opening your eyes in order to see.
When we stop thinking
With programmed mentalities,
Accepting what they feed us
And taking part in syndromed formalities,
People and things begin to change,
You adjust accordingly
As life is rearranged.
You can go anywhere in life
Be what you want to be,
But won't get very far
If your mind ain't free.
So from one who is learning how
To anyone I can reach,
Know that there's more to us and life
If as we learn, we teach.
To be continued....
Heartbeat of a sleeping giant
In my mind, there is a boy who exist in
Chains.
Inside a cold, dark room of painful
Solitude-- is where is heart would remain.
Behind these walls the sorrow is inevitable,
As relentless as the passage of time.
Mentalities corrupt and dark, brainwashed
And hopelessly blind.
Prisons are packed with crowded spaces,
Lifers and guards with hallow faces.
Shackled hearts afraid of changes,
And weakened wills become complacent.
Yet I maintain with patience,
Time can limit but shatter my will,
Strength blazed across my chest as solid as
Penitentiary steel.
But silence speaks,
It tells me all I need to hear,
It confirms my believes and it promises
I have to fear.
It reminds me that without freedom,
I’m alone.
And these whitewashed walls
Don’t make up for blackened souls.
I’ve given 95% of my boys
A handshake than a pound,
Before they were either locked down,
Or buried off in cemetery grounds.
What I’ve done is who I am,
But who I am is what I do now.
I won’t let up or cease to fight.
Just time I plan on doing it right.
And what’s right lies within me.
I’m learning to appreciate my struggle
For it would be hard to find the
Joy of accomplishment without it.
We live and we learn.
We rise and we fall.
Like the heartbeat of a
Sleeping giant,
With bittersweet dreams.
Stay up, never down.
So much emphasis is placed today on the role of the wife
She is to be pure, pristine, just, hardworking
She is to imbibe all who surround her with faith
She needs to be able to know everything without ever asking
She is to be the woman behind her husband
The one who would make of him a gem
To be a wife, is surely a complicated state
Acted out badly, one can even be a contraband!
But what of the duties of a man,
Is he as important as the woman
To be a husband requires one only to work and bring money
To care not whether the home is, without him, in harmony
Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not
Husbands have rights, rights to use words of spite
Rights to beat, rights to abuse
Rights even to cheat, to hurt and bruise
When the woman speaks out, or scolds such a man
She becomes something seen by some as a legend
Seen by others as un-womanly
Whatever, she knows how to protect herself through her duty
What of those men whose wives scold not
Should they be brought back to the pot
To be cooked and simmered
To be brought to the right path
Feminists, equal rights, equal opportunities
Women's places no more being in the kitchen
Husbands, change your mentalities
We, women, we are frail and easily broken!