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The Assembly fills
with naturally optimistic,
yet kinda predative, ego-voiced ecologists
ready to discontinously
self-righteously prey
on hopelessly reactionary rightwing antifeminists,
To pray for successful zealous warrior missions
against an evangelical BadFaith shared Rapture
toward EarthDeath
monocultural
monochromatic
anthro-supremacist
degenerative
Capital-headed lose ecologically
lose theological monomially potent
chaotic entropic demise
Of any further win/lose anthrocentric risks
outweighing win/win climatic opportunities
to avoid total EarthSystemic collapse
for all remaining organically empowered
enlightened sacred Life potential.
This ReVisioning Power
also Light Assembling Voice
already regeneratively replete ChangeChoices
with spiritually experienced theological ecologists
continuously
contiguously praying EarthMother pro-activists
with green
multipartisan
health vocational wealth
of multicultural GoldenRule
endorsements
New, yet old, win/win Great Transformational Deals
feeding cooperatively owned and managed
polycultural
multi-generational adventures
in universal gospel compassion powers
with, and not against, shared interfaith compassions,
secular contrasts,
sacred comparisons,
Both Left/Upper hemispheres of Truth
and Right/Lower holistic Beauty
circling
triangulating Power is Light appositions
dipolar co-arising,
and not so much bipolarizing
partisan non-co-gravitations
Reactions only looking back
against unredeemed win/lose
Business As Patriarchal Colonizing Usual
financial bottom-feeder lines
against Earth's Great Bounty
of enlightened
for co-empowering
eco/theo-logical green sung
as well as everyday danced
liturgical compassion.
The battle raged on, the artist uninjured, but soaked in blood,
The dead and dying, cursed by good aim they still feel.
The valley split by the cool of water…and a crimson mud
The noise of the pain outweighing the wielding of steel.
There were no more threads to sew, the material wastefully torn.
No more linen to lay on mortal wound and gall,
The saws blunt, the scalpels deader than the fallen,
The horror of man ‘gainst man, pride before their individual fall.
The other helpers in the task, saw not Dioscorides pale,
Step back from the still cooling form before him, and slowly stroll
Towards the hillside peak, clothed in green veil,
A journey to another place, forgetting life lost, and clotting on his sole.
The smell of desecration, and the noise of conflict, abated
As he crested the hill and waded across the stage.
The sun slowly setting, the grass beginning to wave, fated.
The trees whispering, his thoughts clearing from the rage.
His vista escape from the scene unreal, and sad,
An accident of a creator wanting to flee.
A journey of discovery, a dream to be had,
Revealed a singular white kermes coated tree.
He would leave here in a short time, never to re-appear,
Where peace replaced the hate on the other side of the glen.
He would remember, and with a vision clear, on canvas reinact the fear
Of the boys drowning in the cochineal river, never to grow to be men.
( Based on the life of Pedanius Dioscorides...a soldier, physician and artist...this poem is based on his walking away from a battle where he was the surgeon, and discovering the kermes beetle on a cactus, and which he took some home to Greece...The beetle is the same one where we obtain cochineal for red food colouring.. )
Melting the dawn with eyes
Soulful eyes roaming – piercing the light,
Promising the night, erased from sight,
Soon bleeding its shadows through the rising
Sun’s beautiful, healing touch, kissing
Away the night – awakening the gentling
Colors of a morning sun, silencing the laughter
The laughter of the moon, the stars winking
Chuckling at the craziness of a nocturnal
Memory hosted by the flowing wonder, the
Wonder of a heart who believes, believes
Beyond any doubt, that this is the way…
The way to find out where beautiful brings
Its richest promises to life, stirring grace
Amidst the cravings of a stardust dusk, paradise
Thawing the icicle promises from their shadowy
Graves, haunted by the autumn who calls quietly,
In memories, nostalgic outweighing the melancholy
Flames of victory starving the hard hearted
Burning away the furious mysteries, the anonymous
Words who sing hope and shine with poetic prose,
Secrets pour from the hearts who hear her,
Love’s silent tears, glowing on the edges of a heartbeat,
Feeding the delicate faiths, the feelings, the grace
Raining like the downpour in summer’s heat,
Blessing away the sweaty hush and testifying to the
Joy that comes from knowing love far more alive,
Far more satisfying than any love on earth
This love comes to those who hear the dawn rising
With souls who discover the meaning of grace
In the fiery furnace of doubt and hear the music
The meaningful waves of harmony flooding the heart
With gentle that believes – His love is the only truth,
The only way, the only need for the heart who truly sees…
His love is everything I need!
Sad, the poor excuses we have for
leadership in our great nation. Sad,
the dissipation, corruption, occupation
by self-serving, soulless, power-hungry
madmen and woman, who have sold their
minds and hearts to the Spirit of Evil –
all for fame and fortune; regardless of
human cost –
Those voices behind the Puppet-throne...
faceless culprits, safe and secure in their
fortresses, with high walls, and armed
guards; sipping the best wine while watching
from elite towers –
Cowards the gang of them!
Murdering innocence at will. They perish
to reach our border – and those that do, believing
false promises never meant to be kept: Like cattle
shipped to become cheap, abused labor, once
their votes have been counted. Struggling
countries around the world, sold US propaganda, that
of freedom and equality for all – only to be abandoned, left for
slaughter, to keep railed the Money-train of
endless wars.
In the upcoming years, when God sees fit,
as do us all, these savages will leave the earth -- their
journeys having left our world with pain and suffering
far outweighing any possible good accidentally accomplished.
The Devil will need vastly more real-estate, with a huge
supply of coal for the added furnaces, if to properly
accommodate so large and extremely putrid a falling –
Oh to have that contract! The fools cry, they jockey yet
for controlling positions, still not comprehending the vent-less
surface of their smothering new reality -- the C's the P's the O's
the B's the S's the A's, the entire sick, wretched, spineless,
heartless pack of them.
I see with new eyes now
why you needed me
to be red
and not so green,
possibly obscene
And why now
my greenness has escaped
into your undeniable public domain
My lack of straight-up red
bloodiness must be my demonic
devious
demented
degenerate choice.
And yet
you become harder now
still denying green co-investments,
too
could be healthy thrival
and good revival
So trust in truth
became more imperative
to be dogmaticvally sure
I made a wrong
and nasty choice
to be not red
or preferably dead
And if not manly sure
then what else did all these pastors
maybe not get monoculturally
monotheistically right
by never listening
panentheistic
mindfully also win/win left?
What Othering abortions
might you need to question
if red could be wrong?
When mean to green
not just mistrust separate
but red superior
Like humans
are to mammals
and lesser nonpartisan
sentient beings,
like sunflowers
and lilies
MotherTrees
in resonant
fragrant
cool grace-forests
Preoccupied by predations
with allies,
micro-aggressions,
win/lose-diplomacy,
crime prevention
monocultures of punishment
from Divine Empowering Light
outweighing trauma prevention
sacred green win/win
emotional/contextual intelligence
Not quite so paternalistically precious,
mindful of humane grace
through peak cooperative experiences
repurposing EarthTribe's sacred
seeding space.
So I seed now
why you needed me
to be red
and not so green,
possibly obscene,
because this worldview
could not have been challenged
within your straight white male
chauvinistic non-choice.
This realm of steel ice can get unbearable
Everything that I am is locked inside a sub-tolerant shell
Captured away from the visible grounds I had roamed
Seen countless opportunities and yet they passed by and lost
I can say I was born ahead of my time; if it were possible
Then why could not I exist in the next 20 years
Here I am with a mature heart in a misshapen body
An exposed body dictating and outweighing my crippled mind
My kingdom feels empty in these shady concrete layers
And vulnerable of not having my possible righteous queen
I say hello, pardon me and such but they were all ignored somehow
So every shatter I get, the pieces remain the make me stare
Lets me remember how my kind is getting extinct by the constant
A man’s thoughts are no more appealing for their ears
Then many would question why I’m in these ways of silence
Well the point I am soundless is because your ears are closed
So there’s no point to acknowledge when you don’t want to open
Therefore here’s another monument of what a loyal man should be
Here stands the king of a thousand wishes for all time
Until there is that one woman who can make them come true
Who pauses out of time and gaze into these eyes
She’ll look for what I venture for when I stare into hers
My hearts hopes for her precious love to melt me free
Free from this banishment and finally crown my only love highness
Renegade lover of disturbing truths
Lies, deceit and decrepit denials
Covering the hearts of those that needed proof
Throwing their faith to depart with a power
The physical outweighing our soul’s true worth
The bandaged fighting back before it gets much worse
Playing game upon game with our loved ones hearts
The only way to live is be the one to start
Wholeness is a story in a book of old
Decaying on a stone in a graveyard
The only fight that’s left is to find the gold
Heroes die with each search and plunder
The deserts are just waiting to become a state
The trees were meant to fall because we are their fate
Welcome to the city of the planet earth
The greenery is gone but so is our love’s worth
So obvious and true that we’re a vain cliché
Running from love to become the winter
We’ll never see the infinite because today
We hide and become once more faithless
The towering denial of a corporate plague
The innocent that die because our laws are vague
People joining hate because the light’s denied
One more day of hope is another day of lies
Form:
Obsession
Obsession with "O's"
Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by opportunistic obtuse –
Obsession outweighing optimist’s objectives –
Openness offspring overrun by
Ominous hunters of sweet oblations ordained
Oscillating between logic and obsession unchallenged
Orthodoxy obscures opportunity
Officially ostracizes open-mindedness –
Original the outsider - occupied the outlier -
Observes only obstructive operations
Obedience to the one-track offertory
Of overstocked outdated ordinances,
Offshoots of outmoded operatic ornaments
Odious opium overdose of the obscene
Onyx odors overpowering odes
Offered on the altar of originality -
Obliterating oligarchy of obsession
9-23-21
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: “O” Contest
I knew her once,
But it was a long time ago.
Yet she knew me better,
Than my own ego.
I knew her once,
With few memories to pass.
Though her beauty and elegance,
Remained with her class.
I knew her once,
Realizing it wouldn't work.
As failure became manifest,
Outweighing any perk.
I knew her once,
Well enough to leave a mark.
One that couldn't be erased,
And never create a spark.
I knew her once,
When she was beyond any rage.
Where a calm and measured jury,
Would convict any age.
I knew her once,
Before my love could be free.
Only to doubt it would return,
And if it did . . . empty?
I knew her once,
While sharing great pain.
Though sadly, little joy,
As if an unsightly stain.
I knew her once,
Yet when it was over, we were broke.
While traveling separate ways,
As if all a big joke.
I knew her once,
And that once was enough.
Since I couldn't take anymore,
I'm just not that tough.
Today, i did get one year older...
Not anymore like a little toddler..
Right unto my two shoulders..
Not pebbles; nor stones; nor even boulders..
Boulders, not of familial responsibilities..
Rather it's outweighing my uncertainties..
Focusing myself to assets not of liabilities..
Uncovering, realizing my possibilities...
Vaguely maybe our future..
It's alright: soon it will be cleared as pictures..
Strong and aggressively acts like vultures..
I am more than them, as I am God's creature..
Distractions; ammunition alienation..
I do not agree even to imitation..
Continuously breathing in exaltation..
I do not mind if I'll be in exhaustion..
I denounce anything primal..
Yet, i still pray for all criminal..
Sometimes, i use to cope by denial..
Surpassing with all my might from any trial..
The love with in me is too compelling..
I can not stop cause I'm too willing..
As high as the enlightened ceiling.
I will respond politely and bravely to any calling...