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It seems to be something of a trend
to dump on happy endings these days,
and anything that shows moral sense
brings calls to be cancelled right away.
The only thing the elites accept
is the dysfunctional and depraved,
anything else must be childish,
from 'simple minds' mired in cliché.
I’ve been alive long enough to see
that yes, the world can be truly cruel,
But I have seen that just as often
it can be a hundred shades of cool.
And to demonize the wholesomeness
that some entertainment will provide,
to scoff at all the family values
that brought the millions fulfilled lives,
how does that make a person feel smart?
How do they not realize, in their brains,
that life has as much light as darkness,
that there’s more than just wallowing pain?
I admit there is real value in
examining things that make us hurt,
but isn’t there as much value in
looking into what makes this world work?
I think it comes down to two reasons,
and the first I say half-way in jest,
to me it seems our society
is a victim of its own success.
To put it simply, some folks are bored,
with the type of life that we all have.
Where once we struggled just to survive,
now we feel fat and lazy and bad.
The morals we used to celebrate
worked so well they became commonplace,
we forgot how they built our nation,
assumed they were the natural state.
And given the questing human mind,
we went out looking for something new,
but when things are good you only find change
flirting with less moral points-of-view.
You start to fetishize the bad-boy,
romanticize all the criminals,
of course, you're safe while your doing this,
so you don’t comprehend it in full.
And then it creeps into the culture,
hidden by buzz-words like ‘tolerance,’
but like any drug, the hit wears off,
and you need more and more decadence.
Until you’ve been immersed so damn long
that you think it is all that is real,
that there’s nothing but the decadent,
and you are so desperate just to feel.
Some people are destroyed by all this,
others burn out and make a retreat,
realize the wholesome is not that bad,
and away from the cities they beat...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Albert Francis Simmons; in Detroit, Michigan, was born,
His robustness, with intelligence, nature did adorn;
Though, worked as a high-ranking Secret Service official,
His moral sense became a matter so prejudicial...!
Burnt, like charcoal, by Jason Wynn, his service, commander,
As a price for his, lion-like, unwavering candor;
Visits the kingdom of hell; becomes a hellspawn therein,
He's sent, by devil Malebolgia to meet his kin...!
Forgetting his past forms, like a drunken ape, he wanders,
In search of identity, his zest and zeal he squanders;
Averse to going back to hell, he tries to find a goal,
Fighting like a lion, against evils, safeguards his soul...!
To remove social evils, like a crusader, he fought,
Criminals and the crooked under moral codes he brought;
Hunted by a fighter angel for the sake of a game,
Jason Wynn, the true fighter angel, soon he overcame...!
Attacked, as though an unknown beast, both by heaven and hell,
Heap, ambassador of the Green world, enraptures his spell;
Killing Malebolgia, over the hell gains control,
Changes hell into heaven, playing his reformer role...!!!
29 March 2023
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Ages there are in which the ration'l man
And th'intuitive stand side by side, the one
In fear of intuition, or scorn for abstraction;
Irrational one, the other inartistic.
They both desire to rule over their life,
Unreal or real, counting life to be.
Prudence, foresight and regularity,
The means with which one meets needs principal.
One o'erjoyed hero disregards these needs,
Counts life as beauty and an illusion.
As in the 'case in ancient Greece, th'intuitive,
Handles his weapons authoritatively,
Victoriously than his opponent, and
Establishes art's mastery over life.
All utensils we use in daily life,
Were made from art, not from our pressing needs.
Houses, our clothes, our clay jugs, all them were
Intended to express exalted joy.
Guided by abstractions and concepts, we
Succeeds in warding off our misfortunes,
Without ever gaining any happiness;
So that's the case the ration'l man's life is.
Th'intuitive man, aim freedom from his pain,
Standing a-firm amidst his culture's frame,
Reaps cheer, illumination and redemption.
Defense against misfortunes, he obtains.
I was once advised to read Nietzsche's 'On Truth And Lies In A Non-moral Sense.'I do not read Nietzsche; I sing it. I sing 'On Truth And Lies In A Non-moral Sense' this way. I am sad to observe that Nietzsche did not write it this way but in his eloquent flowing prose. Unfortunately, when I look at such prose and skim content, lines appear this way to me.
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According to an ancient tradition
One can distinguish between two senses of Scripture
The literal and spiritual
The latter being subdivided into
Allegorical
Moral and
Anagogical senses
The profound concordance of the four senses
Guarantees all its richness to the living reading of Scripture in the Church
The literal sense is the meaning conveyed by the words of Scripture
And discovered byexegesis
Following the rules of sound interpretation
All other senses of Sacred Scripture are based on the literal
The spiritual sense
Thanks to the unity of Eternal God’s plan
Not only the text of Scripture
But also the realities and
Events
About which it speaks can be signs
The allegorical sense
We can acquire a more profound understanding of events
By recognizing the significance in Father Christ
Thus the crossing of the Red sea
Is a sign or type of Father Christ’s victory
And also of Christian baptism
The moral sense
Events reported in Scripture ought to lead us justly
As St. Paul says
They were written for our instruction
The anagogical sense
We can view realities and
Events in terms of their eternal significance
Leading us toward our true homeland
Thus the Church on earth is a sign of the heavenly Jerusalem
A medieval couplet summarizes the significance of the four senses
The letter speaks of deeds; Allegory to faith
The moral how to act; Anagogy our destiny
It is the task of exegetes to work
According to these rules
Toward a better understanding and
Explanation of the meaning of Sacred Scripture
In order that their research may help the Church to form firmer judgment
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I.
The world that you’re coming into
has never really cared
about who you are ‘deep inside,’
there is no money there.
Your teachers and parents praised you,
because that’s what they do,
the great weight of reality
was never told to you.
You’re unique, but not that special,
you must find skills of worth,
otherwise you’ll have a hard time
surviving on this earth.
t’s not because people hate you,
or that they ‘keep you down,’
ot’s because all are struggling,
all fear they soon will drown.
Don’t think that you can hit it big
With some real clever scheme,
trust me, it’s all been tried before,
get rich quick is a dream.
It’s hard work and tenacity,
real success comes from grit,
the pain of it beats weakness out,
you’ll be better for it.
If you don’t work, you will not eat,
that is the old cliché,
it’s true enough, but there’s much more
I think we have so say.
To not work and live on hand-outs
got from the government,
keeps you alive, but not much else,
it kills all moral sense.
All sense of your adulthood will
just wither on the vine,
you’ll always feel inadequate
in the back of your mind,
knowing you can’t sustain yourself,
that your own efforts fail,
that others must take care of you,
by them you must be bailed.
Either the shame grows in your heart,
and you feel pathetic,
or worse, you hide, and blame others
which just makes your soul sick.
You start to rag on those who work,
pretend they put you here,
ignore knowledge counter to this
in an eternal fear
that you might have to look and see
how your choice made this hell,
to hide from lacking dignity
tou tear them down as well,
And make all suffer what you do,
make all people live a bad life,
so you won’t have to feel the pain
of trying to live right.
What’s left will be a withered thing,
a ruined shell of man,
it’s best to realize starting off,
it’s best to understand
that men have to be productive,
that we were made to build,
best to work hard and start that cause,
before your soul grows ill.
Agape love is the highest form of all expressions of love. It is the
kind of love that God has for us and that we are to have for each
other. Agape love was displayed, in action, on the cross.
John 3:16 records Jesus’ words,
“For God so loved (agapao) the world, that he gave his only
Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but
have eternal life.”
Thus, the inspiration for this work.
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AGAPE that was strong yesterday,
Will be as resilient tomorrow,
Where AGAPE is in true display,
Its power is inherently thorough.
When LOVE is faithful and true today,
It will on tomorrow bestow good,
And diminish all that blocks the way,
Toward mature Christian personhood.
Where we found AGAPE yesterday,
Along the highly traveled life-road,
Today, we will find along that way,
All the more so, if the truth be told.
For our quest will be much more intense,
When AGAPE is experienced,
As an action based on moral sense,
And worn as reverenced laureate.
Life changed by the power of God’s LOVE,
Shown fully in His beloved Son,
Is AGAPE LOVE learnt from above,
When from the cross, salvation was won.
No Judgement Jamie always was told
that judging others was vile and cold,
all her teachers did proudly attest
that living life without judging was best.
And the media reinforced these words,
to judge other people? Hateful! Absurd!
To judge was the make them a victim,
what peopled needed was more compassion.
So at sixteen, at a big school dance,
Jamie found herself approach by one Vance,
she’d heard rumors he was a player cruel,
wanting only sex, and bragging rights too.
But she was no bully to judge all his acts,
so she went with him to his car out back,
when she called him later, Vance, he just laughed,
and gave her Herpes on top of all that.
Then there came college, and time to decide
what she would do with the rest of her life,
her father said study to bring in money,
her mother said think if she would marry.
But Jamie would not make that decision,
she could not judge, would not build a vision,
just went with her gut, a choice so easy,
but nobody hires for gender studies…
After college, working in a dime store,
she met her a man with tattoos galore,
her father advised,”That man is a thug.”
her coworkers said they heard he dealt drugs.
But she was in love, who was she too say
if it as wrong or right to earn cash that way,
they moved in together, it seemed all right,
’till police dragged them both out one night.
After a night in jail, Jamie was clear,
but had no place to stay that was near,
the place she’d left, she couldn’t afford,
but she got a deal from a new landlord.
Got a new place in a rundown slum,
her dad said moving to that place was dumb,
but judging these people, that wasn’t good,
it was nothing more than a neighborhood.
Until one night, when a gang-banger charged,
stabbed poor Jamie for the purse on her arm,
she died according to her moral sense,
but at least she didn’t make a judgement.
Species did die ere man,
In the round of selection,
So many and so long.
What difference now
Should they go?
In trackless time
Lent to adaptation,
A peice succeeds
To its proper slot,
Only displacing
By adjusted gene.
Extinction wrought by man
Plays at no game,
But sweeps all the peices
To the floor.
After so many millions
of years
To be
Now
Out of time
Out of tune
Out of space
Out of place
Out of luck
Out of life
Only because
You make it so.
So whats to do, old man,
If all that was, is lost
To a human field.
Even you cannot
Turn entropies tide.
If morality came
From the divine,
There would be our excuse,
It wasn't us
Who said that we could kill.
But man is creator
Of moral sense,
If it comes at all,
Only to live in good part
With his human kin.
The wolf and the whale
Know that they live.
They know their fellows.
Pain and ecstatic joy
Are part of their life.
We reason that
We alone matter.
That is our fault.
Everything with eyes to see,
Ears to hear,
Many senses
Beyond our own,
Are the consciousness
That gives the universe
Its meaning.
We always discount
What we do not understand,
We cannot see
Through a gorillas eyes.
Precepts must grow
To evolve a morality
That encompasses all life.
While we struggle
Our gilded towers to raise,
Life is destroyed by
Our over wheening mass.
If life is to proceed
Along its evolving path,
Man must grow
To learn control,
Become protector,
All life is here
For all we know.
To be the species,
Like a meteor
Of extinction
Must appal.
We need another story.
For human blessing on life
To be, that each woman
Have only one child,
Till evolutions productive
Glory, restore the earth.
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
The preacher man ask me never to curse a thing
I replied not if I have to curse one day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
The day gun was made
Worth a curse
A fast way to end a life
Is not worth a Praise
For all this shooting
All this killings on before
Our eyes say how much
Evil was of that day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
One man up
Another man down
Always a human minus
A Gun rule
brutal display of no moral sense
An object of devaluation
It made day I wish to curse
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
One man meat is
Another mans Poising
What a day I wish to curse
For this object is a morden
vampire on the hands of our
Morden empires
So now you see
Some people now falling
So some other people raising
In power
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
Right in front of our eyes
The brave fall
Right in front of our eyes
Our prophets are devour
Who runs this cold world
For either they are not human
Or far from being human
For the red stains of the innocents
Makes that day I wish to curse
A day not worth a praise
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
My ancestors was murdered
Brutally by this object called gun
History is a with ness to this
Till now some where out there
May be now while I still write in peace
Some one is down again by this object
May be tomorrow again
Will be another gunshot
Hmmm......what a day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
I wonder if a gunman prays
I wonder what God he knows
I wonder how a gunman sleeps
At night
I wonder who is his best friend
For this life's gone by so fast
Time after time
Makes me answer to the preacher man
Saying if I was to curse a day
It will be the gun day
For our Hero's are right in
Front of our eyes murdered by
This guns!
Still it goes on and on and on.
(Free Verse)
You did me a favor by letting me go
I know that I deserve better and that's so
I am far better in so many ways than you ever be
You're do blind with all the trash in your brain that you can not see
But what goes around comes around one day soon enough
You can laugh everyday at me and enjoy the sun and the moon
I am already laughing at all your stupidity and silly ways
You have no moral sense of what's right or wrong anymore
You don't care to hurt me or anyone to get what you want
Go and do what you wish, you're a cruel man, you're a beast
You told me you loved me but stabbed me in the back
And you cheated on me and then left me got rid of me
Your kind is not the kind I want to be married to but at least have some very
good and that's our kids
You are so selfish and a very unkind a very sad excuse of a human being
As for me I will surely make it with your money, I am not perfect but at least I
don't kill people and don't cheat
I feel so sorry for your kind and wished now that somehow I have had never set
my eyes on you.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
September,30,2014