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hype
by Michelle Morris
08/12/2022
don't believe your own hype
you were built up from the ground
no matter how rich or famous
you'll always end up down
because no one lasts forever
we are mortal and we are frail
all we have is our legacy
and how much good we created
history is never perfect
so many stories are creative, not true
feelings will always fluctuate
as people perceive the news
money and power might buy you
honeyed words that drip with false praise
the media might love or hate you
but it's all part of a ratings game
so, don't believe your own hype
all that counts in the end is your soul
is it pure and filled with good works
or did you sell it for fame and gold?
we live in a fickle world
little minds that seem like big names
so often the truth is left behind
and egos rent labels that claim
ultimately you live and you die
there's no getting around that one
don't believe your hype; stay humble
and leave love and light behind
© Michelle Morris, 2022
The American Revolution describes the process whereby one George was replaced by another
Though Jack has climbed his beanstalk,
Saint George his dragon slain,
Gulch-Mammon lives on happily
And myriad is his train
His belly is enormous,
Yet full it ne'er will be.
The moment luncheon's over,
It's time to start high-tea.
Gulch-Mammon's teeth are millstones
Whose grindings rarely cease.
His slightest indigestion
Is menace to our peace.
And every time he sneezes,
Things worsen, though they're bad,
And every time he belches,
The Richter Scale goes mad.
Perchance he bored with eating,
He starts to smoke and fume.
You'll always know his whereabouts.
Just watch out for his plume.
His home is just palatial,
For gold is everywhere.
His rest-room seat is golden,
A thing most choice and rare.
No one knows for certain,
The income that he draws.
Whatever you are making,
It's vastly more than yours.
There on his vast plantations,
Some kine are thin, some fat,
And many laws and statutes
Did little to change that.
Are Jack and George just sleeping,
Or are they in his pay?
Whoso may know the answer
Seems disinclined to say.
Silencing thought flow commotion
All that is, is the here and now
Throbbing with the power of tao
Feeling each layered emotion
We slowly gentle attention
Living without apprehension
Awakening in slow motion
On finding within love’s bliss hive
Nodes within our form come alive
Savouring bliss nectar potion
Enabled of course by God’s grace
We exit life’s mundane rat race
We’re the vastness of the ocean
We’re the light of the central sun
As God’s son, He and we are one
Silencing thought flow commotion
Feeling each layered emotion
Awakening in slow motion
Savouring bliss nectar potion
We’re the vastness of the ocean
Energy and power
She is my energy
I am her power
She is always at
My quest
And am always
Her satisfaction
Her love gives me
Energy
My love prove her
power
She could seduce me
She could hold me down
She could left me high
All is in her palm
Cos she got the energy
My power needs
I am useless with out
Her energy
Cos what is the use
Of power with out
Energy
No wonder no matter
How powerful I grow
She is always in my needs
Cos she is the energy
That fuels my power
And now we are into each other
Living our life
Lighting up our darkness
Just like the
Energy and power
THE DEVIANT BLACK SHEEP
My flock is immensely proud,
each one stands tall in the crowd,
not me, I keep my stature small,
I get dwarfed amongst you all.
Mental power you show with flair,
none in the world you seem to care.
I’m the weakling, at heart so soft,
for my empathy I’m always scoffed.
All the time you loudly declare,
what you do and what you are.
In your midst I remain so quiet,
my genuine dues I could never get.
I’m branded as an ingroup deviant,
for in the family I’m the least pliant.
I’m the odd one, my own person,
on my candid way I want to go on.
In my lineage a lone misfit I’ve been,
but for me life is not about fitting in.
Life is about standing out in the heap
where I’m happy being a black sheep.
July 11, 2019
"Shades"
You shade me
I shade you
stops the sun burning
eternally through
long nights’ deep bleed
the blue birds lead the way;
"definitely no more flowers",
you say.
I say, "fancy some
foxgloves?"
You say, "Slinky opera-like?"
I say, "No way, Prospero
digitalis are us
behind eyes that pray."
Just for good measure
I say,
"I’m not Miranda,
I’m Prospera,
by the way,
my high charms work,
and these my enemies
are all knit up in their
distractions, they are
now in my power.
I hear tell that
Hell is now empty
and all the devils are here."
"I believe you", you say,
"digitalis ready
lead the way."
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it”
“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.”
“We all were sea-swallow’d, though some cast again.
And by that destiny to perform an act
Whereof what’s past is prologue, what to come
In yours and my discharge.”
“I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.”
“Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.”
In the land where the eagle soars high and free,
Freedom’s enduring call is bestowed.
From the mountains’ proud peaks to the ocean’s vast span,
Lies the charge of a nation, since its birth began.
It’s not just the soil, the flag, or the song,
But the spirit of justice, where all belong.
To uphold the ideals that the founders wrote,
And keep freedom’s lamp burning, eternally bright.
Duty’s a promise, a vow to the brave,
Who fought on the battlefields, their lives they all gave.
For the right to speak freely, to worship, to dream,
To flow with democracy’s strong, steady stream.
It’s to stand up for truth in the public square,
To lift the voiceless, to show that care is given.
To build a community, united and strong,
Where no one is silenced or feels they don’t belong.
In the ballot box’s power, voices are raised,
To guide a shared future through nights and through days.
To serve with integrity, to strive for the good,
To honor the bond of a great neighborhood.
So let hearts swell with a fire and a grace,
As you answer the call of this hallowed place.
For the land of the free and the home of the brave,
It’s a duty, a privilege, a legacy to save.
Vibrant vigorous vexing virginal vampire name of Amanda Lou
Could transmogrify, materialize, reincarnate and shapeshift too.
Other trick-or-treaters would get a shimmery, shivery, shocking shock
When she changed from a vamp to an imp to a fairy on one block walk.
A charmer, this darling girl named Amanda Lou, so she enchanted them.
Changing from ghoul to ghost to witch to Frankenstein again and again.
She was incredibly peppy, hilarious, and fun to be with on Halloween.
Mothers stayed home, and let her walk their children finally, her best dream.
No one bothered kids when Amanda Lou was on babysitting watch of the wee.
Bats, snakes and enemies of state were scared of her power you see.
The quintessential guardian for all of the tricksters on Halloween night.
When she walks with them, you can actually feel a perpetrator’s fright.
As a giant spider she once ate one perp’s head off and spit it into a ditch.
Turned into a cauldron and burned up a mean-to-children-gingerbread witch.
Amanda Lou is not to be messed with, made fun of or annoyed in any way.
Want to tease children? Better pick another vampire, another day.
Yuval Noah Harari
suggests that Nationalism's
Big Three Nemeses are fear of
nuclear holocaust,
degenerative climate trends,
and Business As Usual disruptions
of eco-politically salvific technology.
When I first read this list
of his global Three,
the one that stood out
at least for me,
to potentially
break through our tendency
to see through lenses
nationalistically
is Earth's great climate pathology.
Still,
all three are LeftBrain dominant,
StraightWhiteMale privileged,
Patriarchal-Capitalist nationalistic systems
of scientific reductive-rooted secularism
and defensive
extractive-infested
militarism.
Aside from a home habitat
in WholeEarth Crisis,
extinguishing all hope
of future peace health
is our cooperative multicultural wealth
regeneration,
our ability to distinguish
which of these three
is most transparently
exploitive and disempowering
our SunShine EcoSystem,
To dialogically determine
which is most polyculturally vulnerable
to inflaming
already repressive Patriarchal/Capitalism,
Which is most unenlightened
and monotheistically RightWing
StraightWhiteMale
LeftBrain dominant
May also be the unholy Fascist fascinated
demonizing ecowomanist healthy choice
and Earth as sacred Goddess
panentheistically denying,
Holy Nature/Spirit indigenous defying,
climatically degenerative Nationalism, yes,
but also, more fundamentally dualistic,
AnthroSupremacism
over ecofeminist healthy wealth
of fertile sacred Earth
Where monoculturing climate "change"
may become most easily defined
by Yanged out RightWing predation
fueled by a competitive economy
of hierarchical
from-above produced
and massively media marketed scarcity,
rather than from-within
ecological healthy robust wealth integrity.
Then again,
I could also see win/win opportunity
for health as wealthy polycultural activity
in co-immigrating away from global fear
of nuclear nationalistic hostility
Emigrating toward global polypathic thrival
post-secularizing revival
of sacredly uniting cooperativity
principles of Eartherapeutic Energy
as healthy integral international democracy,
NonViolent Communication fueled
by
and for
and with Whole
Holistic
Holy EarthTribal
win/win systemic
authentic
intricate
exquisite sacred global integrity.
Lollipop splish splash Cotton candy crush.
Light pink balloon fitting into her abstract chair
Sitting herself down she turned to the early seventies
Bell bottom hip hugger blue jeans fitted tight to her knees
She felt sassy and sexual, straight to her young adult self
She stared into the night, seeing her canvas for tomorrow
Lollipop splish splash Cotton candy crush
The circus and the ferris wheel could have come by
But not garnered any more attention
She stared into the soft pinks of the candle
Mesmerized, and full of spiritual happiness
Loving every corner and nuance of her life.
It is your time, her guides told her.
Dance your truth, delight in your ability to sing
Paint a masterpiece; do not be afraid to be abstract and yourself
She sat back in the sling back chair
Staring into the candle, feeling her power animals surround her
The deer, the eagle, the wolf and the raccoon. Best time ever!