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The turbid clouds hover mountains
of fluttering maples,spruces and pines
while I am crossing those bridges of wonder,
adjoined by sturdy steel cables
that even an impetuous wind couldn't oscillate;
man's ingenuity outwitting Mother Nature...
a tuneful voice rising from a spirit that perpetuates!
Rageful rivers resent their lament,
as fast currents struggle to find an inlet;
my hard breath surrenders
to an unchallenged fear!
From above danger is like the force of gravity,
I race with a brave face, but the harsh wind
still whips it with the strength of a twister,
blowing the pristine white sand...
turning it into a whirling dust cloud
only to diminish my visibility!
Let me cross those bridges of wonder,
in spite of lightning and thunder...
I'll brave the fiercest storm,
as long as courage allows me to proceed;
night may come as quickly as frightening thoughts,
but nothing would make my will recede
to a darkness that suppresses the freedom of choice!
When warriors are faced by a threat,
they don't turn back and accept defeat,
no doubt can thwart their plan:
it's either death or glory,
unsurmountable pain or joy;
their ego is hardly broken through dire!
Ah! See them crossing those bridges of wander,
and like me, they rejoice when the battle ends!
Slavery
enslavement
force of self-imposed ownership
overpowering another's ego-ownership,
anthro-morbid,
collective ego-morphic tolerance of identity rape,
fear and anger, together building hate,
from which enslavement derives;
a culturally camouflaged nondual co-arising relationship
of codependent despair,
self-hatred.
Enslaving force perpetuates Ego's full-blown angry reduction
in self-identity,
deduction of self,
as someone who could "own" another's Ego-healthy will
for equivalent freedom from my freedom
to enslave another's life,
exterior and interior.
Slave and poverty development owners
internally enslaved by our own hypocritical hubris,
swimming upstream into economically encrusted perpetuation
of cognitive and affective dissonance,
chronic anxious homelessness,
hopelessness that I cannot afford to be more co-empathic,
healthier on my own,
than we are together
on Earth's owner-ship.
Those nations,
corporations,
families,
individuals
addicted to retaining
and further developing
vastly disproportionate wealth deposits,
divorced from our own cooperative health and well-being investments,
not only steal from those without enough to thrive,
but also slink away from our own collective mental health,
anxiously fearing freedom's inevitable reparations,
struggling to repress awareness of nondual codependent enslavement
into entropic death of species.
Hatred combines anger about past with fear of future.
"Anger Management" politics might choose a more transparent therapeutic label,
"Hatred Co-Arising Suppression".
Decomposing hatred first breathes through "I am Anger,"
listening for Time's healing simmer,
then decomposing anger about past violations
to embrace rational fears of deadly toxins
enslaving equitable prospects for a healthy future.
It feels healthy to remember we are Anger
with ourselves
and with each other
before,
without sustaining against ourselves or others,
perpetuating enslaving hatred
for mental health stolen from those without sufficient wealth
to thrive
to feed
our own unhealthy enslaving greed.
Dispirited slavery imposes greedy unnatural ownership,
dreadful wealthy lust for power
co-arising with holistic health's decreasing power,
globally and personally,
without as within.
Very bad karma,
total lack of grace,
not our way to Win-Win race.
The pyramids are the triangular prims of the Egyptian desert,
monumental in height, and unsurpassable in endurance...
works of the hands of the whip-lashed Hebrew slaves;
no grief-striken faces were ever carved into them,
but those voices still recede into their lamentation's songs.
From each angle they seem equal in length,
narrower at the top and wider on the bottom,
and hotter than the dry sand dunes that thirst for rain;
and the Valley of the Kings, which perpetuates death's bliss,
still intrigues any archeologist who wanders in their labyrinth.
And delving deeper into our imagination, they are massive tombs in which the servants
gave the deceased Pharaoh a superb make-over, putting rouge on his lips and cheeks;
adorning him with an arkh necklace, and a scarab amulet with bright colors,
and these triangle-shaped pyramids are more solid than the boulders of a canyon,
and have never been shaken by an earthquake or devastated by a flood..
From the seat of a small airplane, they take the unmistakable shape
of cones with the evidence of continual corrosion caused by whipping winds;
this is the home of spiders that eternally crawl into the sandy storms;
every pyramid displays an intricate design, alluding to a more advanced species,
which for some unexplainable reason fled from danger with the swiftest rhythm.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
As the eagle soars
above the mountains,
so the missing generation
hides beneath the valleys.
Secrets kept in hidden places
corrupts the souls
of generations past
and generations to come.
The death of saints
is brought to nought
while the rise of evil grows
till it achieves victory over men.
Words become meaningless
and speaks the more;
names are changed
to suit the suitor.
The hush is audible
and the generation dies
within itself
to be exposed to the world.
The end never comes
but perpetuates the lie
that is
yet is not
till death becomes the cruel fate of one.
Faith is a powerful force;
requiring absolute trust.
It allows you to believe:
you are loved, and not alone.
Suffering persecution:
sometimes, all you have is faith.
And yet, it's unshakable;
in times of adversity.
Praying perpetuates hope:
opening your heart to God.
And when you first feel His love;
everything you thought: changes.
Belief can imbue your life
with a strong sense of purpose.
Existence should never feel
empty or unfulfilling.
The love that you have for God:
it is rooted in blind faith.
And yet, that faith sustains you;
nourishing your heart and soul.
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of the Forgiving Betold
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust faileth thee but
'tis once at the weest hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2022 August 23
Settling into love
for a person
for a sacred place
fertile
organic
rich growing space
Easy when felt
obviously
warmly
positively
copassionately
robustly returned
Difficult when mean
selfish
cruel
cold indifference
perpetuates competing
to not further communicate
Bilateral lose/lose
zero-sum competitive rules
Less golden than intending win/win
Unlikely to age gracefully
cooperatively
happily
healthily
safely
steadfastly saving
positive protagonist
panentheistically felt sacred faced
fast-paced race
through insufficient reconnecting time
Settling into fear
against another angry person
against an anxious all-consuming place
threatening stuck
neglected deadening space
Easier to be hard
to speak cruel
cold indifference
Forgetting impractical win/win curiosity
possibly both unorthodox and unsafe
cooperative economic co-investments
and politically transparent
vulnerable golden rules
predicting virtuous grow
of win/win co-passionate choice-making
for lose/lose Trauma
unconditional healthy-warm
and positively safe
from win/lose predative
degenerating toward lose/lose harm
for lack of win/win resilient
unconditional warm charm
Settling into love
for each interdependent person
for each polypathic sacred place
fertile recreation
organic speciation
rich growing
our neurosystemic healthy space.
Memory being witnessed as resistance.
Time’s accessory brings assistance in a form of sequence;
mercy given through softened lips of the livid,
built in an architecture preceding reminiscence.
We speak to dismiss
a weakness that lives;
linguistics
echoing
survival of the fittest
in patterns
of disagreement.
To fit with the structure of memory
is to be among the instance
where an alignment
of a version of “you”
combines with that of what
perpetuates persistence;
an alliance almost intrinsic.
Leading identity into these constraints,
invalidating any and all external contradictions.
I can't be certain,
but some will find this
as an achievement.
So what follows
is determination in the loss of patience,
without need of declaring mind in the presence;
vows of confidence representing independence.
Imagine it as hope for a new light,
but dreams too bright
have their own reflections
of what can lead to
a new kind of blindness;
Let it not smear your own image.
All of these actions must be fueled with their ignitions,
and if it be of a power, then this truth will reveal
with the response to a pressure beginning
to grow, while it's assumed another must diminish.
It all makes me wonder,
even if it were to grow toward a dead-end path,
would fairness be a quality of calling it misled?
Or rather, would it be a charitable indecence?
What we seek out we will find,
so we should not want a power we call corrupt,
unless its corruption in us that thrives.
Alternate a replacement with
something closer,
something akin to be labeled as divine.
We speak.
And so we live.
And so we die.
Let us not rid ourselves of such a fine gift.
Let us prosper for tomorrow to get it right.
Looking back at the past to long
Blinds the future.
Concentrate our strength
Bundle-up our individual thoughts.
Use your God-mind, we are stronger together.
Unity moves mountains.
Look up at the sun and see the clearing sky.
We cannot spare the straying lamb.
Those who would harm us must not succeed.
God is greater than any man;
Together we must stand.
Backward never, let’s stick together;
Or we won’t advance. Stuck in the avalanche
Of backward thinking,
Keeps new thought horizons sinking.
Looking back at the past to long
Blinds the future.
We are humanity,the spine that binds morality…
We are here just like you,
No-one made one race the judge,
Help carry life's accumulated burdens
Instead of the old tired grudge.
Let us feel, let us pray universal sorrow away.
Let us do things in God's way,
listen to the voice within.
Sin may be buried deep within,
from years of hearing dirt.
Planted inside of innocent souls
are years of angry hurt.
Generations, now only passes through,
Never accomplishing what they came to do.
Buried in sin and evil thoughts,
Keeps mankind's soul tied up in knots.
Meditate, and God will speak.
Listen to the quiet voice within.
He promised never to leave you.
Nor ever to lead you astray;
He made us for his good purpose,
And some got lost along the way.
Look deep within, and find that purpose.
Been looking back too long.
Staring in life's rearview,
Blinds the future of our strong.
Weakly bellowing out misunderstood songs.
That third verse is not healing,
Yet, perpetuates all the wrongs.
Concentrate on our strengths
Bundle up your thoughts as one.
Use your God-mind,
In this new day and time.
We are stronger together.
Unity moves mountains.
Making life better.
Look up at the sun.
See the clearing sky.
We cannot spare the straying lamb.
God said,” I Am that I am”.
Unity moves mountains.
Let us drink from God's flowing fountain.
Drink not the stagnated water of evil deeds;
Those who would harm us must not succeed.
God is greater than any man:
Together we must take one stand.
Backward never, let’s stick together.
....He made us for his good purpose!
7/17/23
To all I must send my thanks
Again my very best a waste
Took a right, next left and then straight
After seven takes
Only reached level 8
Nearby a metal gate
I felt the hate
To tell it straight
Had to accelerate and elevate
Not just celebrate
From Heaven's Gates
It was unintentional if I fell from grace
Burning up, soon to self immolate
Meanwhile in the dark the devil waits
In such a hellish place
Rulers still aim to keep others in a repressive state
People playing with lives, giving themselves a helping plate
They mess with the threads of fate
Attempting to seperate
The process perpetuates
At nearly the same percentage rate
This vicious cycle is less than great
Ah what a headache
Like being a deadweight
I can't with you, back to the bread chase
The rest can wait
Until the death date
Any time of day
A struggle to find my way
What can I say
Is this what the world does to you or am I to blame?
Can't treat life like it's any kind of game
Scorned and teased
I live among swarms of bees
Nearby enormous trees
It no longer tortures me
From no one I don't need your mercy
It stormed severely
Previously I had some poor theories
Now I can see it all more clearly
Had poor steering and vision was distorted for nearly
Far too long, focus was scrambled so the outcome went accordingly