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these carnal desires will see me expire
inseperately stained from this foul game
of avoiding the smallest pricks of pain,
growing rage for making me play
with these machinations inside my brain,
artificial aspirations alienate the cause
and effect, misdirect these things we call laws
it's so flawed, I can't move on
I'm weighed down by noiseless sound,
of no one else around,
can't let that put us down
the drumming want to take a jaunt,
to run away with no embrace
can't look back or face regret
still managing to get upset
bereft of those I truly wept,
but on I crept, each lowley step
a constant pace and rhythmic breath,
unruly unrest, unconsciousness,
what does it mean do I exist
or just subsist on this planet,
trapped in my orbital plane,
fighting flames of growing disdain,
this dark domain will surely wane
but not without closing its veins
refrain from pulling the trigger
that figures, it doesn't help you
or me so I think I'll reconsider
trying to see this whole play through
Parly to con-verse, lia to mislead or inform
Mindfully as in (ment)
Parli is part of a word that explains, with
lia in the middle who so often complains
Ment to misdirect one.. Or billions? its moot?
To distort our mentality..What can it all be about?
Parl lia ment if you've noticed says it all in its name!
It might not work for you.? My description..Yet to me
All looks really so plain.' Talking and twisting and
Mentally blitzing.' seems to be the main aim? I think
Of the casualties? i reflect on the pain.' Any honour seems
Hollow.' Insane? In the shadow of this dark.' And it seems such
Has been forever? (in reading) Matthew; Luke John and
Mark.'
Judge yourself as if life is contest
of who can embody
the most truth
Our experiences are fool proof
so forget the expectations
of those considered
wise
My eyes are fully free so all
I see are things that
have been eaten
by the whole of me
This life is a soliloquy & it vents
each and every thought
most perfectly
This symphony is orchestrated
by the one that creates
with boundless
intentions
So creative that its made
innumerable extensions
that connect
all throughout infinity
I've developed an affinity
for the mind
body
soul & spirit peaks
The holy spirit of which we
religiously speak or mention
is found in the words of those
that tirelessly seek
Be mindful of the wickedness
that arises under the guise
of false praise
It materializes to the lost
offering mountainous peaks
but don't be fooled
by words or light shade
The convolution & curves are
meant to misdirect so subtly
that you agree
with the confusion
Free yourself from the illusion
of self & dissect
with utmost respect
to who you came to be
Forgive yourself unapologetically
even if not seeing the truth
is unforgivable
tragedy
Earth is a masterfully woven
experience blanketed by
interchangeable realities
Its falsities are so real that even
you have come to believe
that you were born
to be a casualty
We're all soldiers in a war
casually shooting ourselves
down without
knowing
Remember to never stop
growing even if the battle
is hard & the thorns
won't stop poking
Those that eat lies will start
choking when they
regurgitate
Don't throw up but throw
down the inconsistencies
before they digest
& it's too late
The Truth
I am here to make you...
uncomfortable.
I am the truth,
the whole truth,
nothing less than,
but there is more.
The problem is you never look for it.
You never step outside your zone,
your place of origin,
your home inside,
where you hide.
The world is not passing by,
it is coming this way,
like a freight train without tracks,
able to misdirect and confuse
the course of action
that has already been taken,
will be taken,
and will be "took".
Ask yourself,
who or what do you believe?
Ask yourself,
critical questions,
before you end up in
the emergency room,
fair game for experiments,
that might go wrong,
who knows?
The streets are not safe anymore.
The schools have been overtaken by unicorns.
Homeless heroes are treated badly,
less than the scum of the Earth.
No homage to their personal sacrifice for all,
at all.
Rotten Politian's that suck the marrow,
from the citizen's bones,
bask in the moment,
but will pay a "measure" in the end,
in full.
Preachers,
pastors,
oath breakers,
and simple plain takers,
will be the makers of their own demise,
the sin of which is blacker than
darkness can be.
This could go on,
and it may never end.
But it stops here,
with a fear,
for the ones that dwell on the lie,
of the apple pie,
and eat until they are truly content.
The witch asked the children,
what flavor candy they loved most?
She did so to make a gravy,
a sauce,
for her dinner,
that night.
It was the last question,
she asked,
and she wanted a
truthful answer.
It is the house of consciousness
channeled from above
It is the home where dreams reside
The cozy place of love
Invisible, intangible
distinct from flesh and bone
commingled with the breath of life
brought forth by God alone
The coverings that we can see
the body, clothes and hair
can misdirect the human eye
from treasures buried there
Ravaged by disease and time
with battle scars to show
The human mind is prone to find
some judgment to bestow
Our love is often limited
to what we see and feel
and carelessly we overlook
what outer shells conceal
The loveliness of human flesh
does not increase one's worth
No man can judge the value
of a single life on earth
To take a closer look in faith
should be our common goal
for deep within each person lies
the beauty of the soul
1st commandment "have no other god except me"
Should there be, He is impartial referee
2nd commandment "do not make idols"
It simply makes the two seem equal
3rd commandment "take His name not in vain"
If thou shall make out of it gains
4th commandment "remember the sabbath day and keep it holy"
For him to make all the 6 days struggles wholly
5th commandment "honor your father and your mother"
Also the elders and that shouldn't make you a smother
6th commandment "you shall not murder"
Like those before Corona herders
7th commandment "you shall not commit adultery"
Don't make it turn out to be your economic treasury
8th commandment "you shall not steal"
The worst is trying the whole lifetime to conceal
9th commandment "don't bear false witness against your neighbor"
Only God can help h/her with such labor
10th commandment "you shall not covet"
Not even pieces of paper inside the ballot
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11th commandment "follow your heart"
That's if you think it is smart.
12th commandment "rethink with your genuine mind"
To know how worthy if the kvetch affined
13th commandment "let go"
When at will, none is ready to burn down ego
14th commandment "living with the tragic"
But no one dares hold you if you turned it a magic
15th commandment "saints also do sin"
The difference is that they learned how to give in
16th commandment is "walk in-out like a stranger"
You will sincerely be given respect like danger
17th commandment "no one is perfect"
Even pastors do misdirect
18th commandment "you should place a tag"
But don't dare try to brag
19th commandment "no one has ever return with heaven's video tape"
Not even a single audiotape
20th commandment "be empty of worrying"
After all, no one can tell of himself foreseeing...
autumn lingers unfinished
though cold drops november
rain and waits undiminished
'til native summer sun remembers
what could unmake
when days full ache
bloom autumn colors
quick winter all borders
golds greens yellows
reds purples browns
a rusted rainbow frowns
as leaves scoot over meadows
fallen from mountain forest
after fields have given harvest
a father of one teaches his son.
chase catching leaves for fun
they twist turn swivel pirouette
lunge leap slide slice 'til earth is whet
while boy staggers with arms stretched
missing while dad knows misdirect fetched
two and three leaves while son fustrated
cries to quit but egged on infuriated
at last by chance or by experience
claps and traps one in victory dance
Copyright © Cornelius Brantley | Year Posted 2024
If there’s no god, why show respect
for pain that’s felt by an insect,
for doesn’t that in part deflect
from order’s natural select
which did from soup somehow infect,
cajole or otherwise confect
life as we know it, and inject
complexity, until bedecked,
upon the scene comes Man, erect?
A pain-free god’s what you expect?
It seems creation's architect
is oft accused by means direct
(an argument they resurrect),
of child abuse, pain and neglect,
a charge to which I must object.
Though I'm not needed to protect,
still neither shall this go unchecked.
Although I mean no disrespect,
I think when one is circumspect,
allows not logic to defect,
to fancy, does not genuflect,
and stops carefully to reflect,
they, too, will see the disconnect.
For when they do, I do suspect,
unwittingly, Godhead bisect
(it's rare, if I may interject,
that they might attempt to trisect),
considering not, in effect,
that though there are three intellects,
their wills, communal, intersect,
their overlap complete, correct.
Now you may ask what this affects,
but what it means is all aspects
of common will and dialect,
are locked in a direct connect,
such that when one of them elects
to carry out a plan perfect,
none are diminished, none henpecked,
nor subject to a misdirect,
nor actions that might disaffect,
nor any sovereign state rejects
(hence child abuse notions are wrecked).
I have the scriptures to inspect;
in these I cannot recollect
attempts from truth to redirect,
so I eject as incorrect
the notion that God did elect
to avoid pain, to disinfect,
but rather, chose pain to connect
with life, with us, and with respect,
through Christ, and not in retrospect.
Zoning by micro-climates my
Yards' spaces, and then
Xeriscaping them to conserve
Water because of the drought, I can
Visualize neat straight furrows
(Under colorful vines
Trailing red, green, and purple grapes)
Saturated with various seedlings:
Radishes, squashes, sprouts, etc.
Quietly absorbing sunlight, and
Pushing roots deeper into my
Organically amended soil.
Nasturtiums, previously planted,
Misdirect insects away from my plants.
Ladybugs, and other predators, help
Keep down the hostiles that got through.
Jumping forward from Spring to Fall,
I can imagine picking tomatoes from the vines,
Harvesting football-sized zucchinis,
Gathering various root vegetables, and
Fruits from bushes and trees.
Eating unwashed sweet peas
Directly from their pods.
Cooking pies from mixed berries I grew;
Baking pumpkin bread or zucchini bread.
Agonizing again over what to plant next year.
So you needed to break me to make me. You want to reform my soul before you take me. Well then, I surrender because of fate it should be. I am not defeated. They were not empty sufferings. But more Contractions, birth pains.. I was being reborn again. Prepared for the glorious day when I can say I am alive and living with inner grace. Where I truly believe I am an image of him that which he made me. A mirror of his reflection, constantly elevating. Strengthening and awakening deep parts where only his prayers can take me. Places where forgiveness waits for me. My thoughts once oppressed by shadows of misdirect, that I learned recently were not of his fate but they were also not a punishment.. I know he hasn’t forsaken me, he hasn’t let go. Sometimes Love must wound to heal, they say the pain is the lesson which I believe is real. The more scars the deeper the conversations and self-realizations with GOD are. So yes, you need to break before you can be your best and truly Divine. Its grace, and it’s not always smooth sailing as we will find. It’s not the lack of him in your life, but rather a strong presence and reminder he’s always by your side.