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Damn the tears shed for hate's sake each day
For they threaten to sponge this good world away
We jump to condemn all our fellow's disdain
Yet OUR acts and words are quite often the same
Human history is rife with our pushing aside
The folks we find "different" that we should abide
The color of our flesh and the shape of our eyes
Become standards we typecast and rationalize
Without giving thought to the lies that are spun
We hurt folks in ways that then can't be undone
Instead of comparing our skin and our face
We should see everybody as ONE human race
For unless we regard ALL contempt as the same
Hatred will bloom, with our prejudice to blame
So who do we charge with abolishing hate?
That soul in the mirror who governs our fate
We can vote to change rulings, legislation and laws
To quiet those people who make bias their cause
Do our best to identify hate and its guises
Combat it with love, and make no compromises
Learn to see "difference" as something that's good
Preach kindness and tolerance, as we all should
And if we transform the contempt in our heart
At least we can say that we've made ... a good start.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "My Loudest Feelings" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
* The fight against hatred of any kind is the thing I'm most passionate about, it will always be my loudest voice, and the thing I respond to the quickest. *
When four, I knew my soul had claustrophobia in it.
More than once it has caused me public panic fits.
Once, I declined a job located in a super high rise
for fear it would sway or rock me to an awful demise.
As cures I plan no coffin, avoid full planes, tight spaces,
roof edges and elevators with terrifying glass faces.
Often before sleep, I think the devil visits from hell.
He attempts to solidify my fears of sorrow that dwell
on my Mother’s death which is a normal eventuality
and my treasured love’s death which none can foresee.
I can bid the devil to depart back to dark fairly easily;
changing my head's channel often works as a remedy.
But I cannot grasp, shake, rationalize or compromise make
a fear that causes my angst to quake, my emotions to break.
I turn to God in constant prayer, seeking my answer there.
I ask God for His soothing and a solution He will share.
Thoughts of my challenged son’s life after I am gone
grow my despair and tears from the worry they spawn.
Who will hug him good night and then again each dawn?
Who will love him to ensure his self-value dwells on?
He will need a loving touch and acceptance to lean on.
I fear and hurt, knowing such blessings are not foregone.
I would rather be sealed in a coffin on a roof way high
than my precious one be love abandoned after I die.
I rise daily from troubled sleep attempting to make sense of imagery.
I magination inside me peeks, anxiety occupies blanks with grief
C onscious wars with angry speech, again I decide to rationalize.
O nward, up, fight - ours is not to reason why ours is but to do or die;
N ever give up, never give in- decide what's right, begin again.
I nward look and find your truth, outward search to find your own truth
I f man or woman was not meant to grow and change we'd die unclaimed.
C onsider this my icon's face, an aged woman, bathed in grace
O nly be kind, its all she asks, to each other; it's the right path.
N ow you know my ICON; be strong, be kind, and carry on.
4/19/15
In the words of the great Huey Freeman, hope is irrational
hope will have you trying to rationalize
between you heart and your head
on whose logic is more rationale
Lights, camera, action now
there's a lot of people out here
losing themselves trying to please someone else
but love is a battlefield right?
and the cost is always high
just don't become a casualty to war
give your all and always remain transparent
but unfortunately that won't guarantee you anything
so here's my advice to you, remain true
yeah it's important to watch what they say
but more importantly watch what they do
never date anyone twice
because it's kinda asinine to relive any emotional anguish
but most importantly my brothers
is that you choose a woman who speaks your love language
When I look back as far as I can see
through the past of my Earthly memory
I cannot find an absence of belief
or faith in single, loving Deity
I do not know of life without a Lord
hymns on Sundays, singing every chord
However, through a trying adult phase
I turned away on my own proud accord
Although I still believed, I was in pain
Along with ancient anger - Abel, Cain
Temptation put upon Adam and Eve
Then told in Paradise could not remain
I witnessed others select, pick, and choose
particular scriptures that they could use
To back their case, justify, or rationalize
My glowing flame of faith became diffused
Entered theories of physics and science
led me toward Old Testament defiance
In prayer, I now addressed "The Universe"
And on personal God put much less reliance
Exhilarated by Quantum Mechanics
I put on hold mere Biblical semantics
Less literally, I clung to verse of youth
And traveled through a phase of my own antics
Now, when I try to synthesize it all
Everything I've come to know and can recall
It all comes back to Love and Consciousness
Hence, this is where I'll settle ... though Self so small
From John o'groats, to portland bill Sothend to Tenby too' Britain is straining might and
main, or p'raps we're muddling through? Through all the guff; the short supply; in the face
Of daunting news, our women and men have entered the fray, to fight this novelle flu'
Nhs staff and carers have taken the brunt, our leader was down a'while too!
Some have called on the Lord to stand in the gap, to strengthen heart; and soul and sinews!
As the doctors plan and rationalize; amidst the hullabaloo, come now let us join the fight
As come what might, for Britain is muddling through' the capt'n walks on a frame of hope
We salute the many like you! Though we stay at home, we've minds and wills; to search
The way till the day breaks true, let Britain unite and we'll smash this blight
We're understated yes.. Yet muddling through!
(“The Mothership”, 2024, photo collage of original encaustics)
From the beginning of time bands and tribes
Have simply named themselves “The People”
Obviously to make a distinction
Between themselves and other animals,
Plants and rocks, spirits
And the other humans over there.
And from the beginning of time
They have probably used the excuse
“They’re not really people”
When getting into conflict with those others
And deciding they need to be controlled
Enslaved or eliminated.
We’ve seen it happen repeatedly to black Africans
To ethnic minorities wherever they are resistant to change
To the Jews en masse in Europe last century
And today with helpless fetuses the world over.
It is after all the best way to rationalize
Murdering those we don’t want
Or can’t control any other way.
It is after all important
To be able to sleep at night.
I’m sure there are alien motherships
Orbiting our planet right now
Watching as we struggle
To mature into celestial beings,
And I’m sure they’re saying the same,
“They’re not really people”
But with greater wisdom and compassion
Are also saying,
“Not yet.”
(10/12/25)
(08/10/11)
I wanted to do something different today
I didn’t know what to do, or even what to say.
I had a feeling deep inside- that made me
Want to scream “ I’m alive”.
I looked around at all the beauties of the earth
And thought about all my worth.
That I was born with all five senses
That the lord had given to me.
The sense to Touch a delicate flower
The sense to Hear a bewitching hour
The sense to Smell what s in the air.
The sense to Taste the juices of a pear
The sense to See the beauty of a pearl
There is another sense that they don’t say
Such as Feelings- of love, to wipe tears away
Feelings cover all aspects of life
It can make things wrong or things right.
Feelings of passion and despair
Of compassion from one who cares
Bitterness , anger , hate and sorrow
Even those make life worth while.
There is so much that we must be grateful for
For GOD has opened all the doors.
He knew that we needed all these things
To make our lives complete.
But there was still something missing
What good was all these senses
If we didn’t have the main sense.
The sense to think and rationalize
All that he had given
That was the thing that would really
Make life worth living.
From the heart these words are sown
Borrowed from the word and on loan
Follow along as you will read
In turn these rhymes your soul they’ll feed
In an attempt to pen like Cowper and Knox
And share these thoughts from a bag of rocks
And type them in line perfect and straight
About the Beatitudes for now here’s eight.
The first on the list as we seek and dive
Starting in Matthew and in chapter five
Regarding the nature of poor in spirit
Is about serving others if you can hear it
Secondly lives have been shattered and torn
Our sins hurt others and we neglect to mourn
We fail to extend a recompense
As we rationalize our odious offense
Next is the call and nature of the meek
But do not confuse it does not mean weak
It suggest to be gently, courteous and kind
But the world disregards and put it behind
Where are those who hunger and thirst
To bring about justice for those dispersed
In what ways can we help those in need
And help the poor and those who bleed
Mercy it appears to not even exist
Men wage war with a hard clenched fist
Grace is grounded in total forgiveness
Without it our souls die in darkest sickness
And out of the heart the mouth dost speak
But the pure in heart and those who seek
With the motives of the mind brought to light
Are those who shine like stars burning bright
Fortunate are the peacemakers in the land
That make amends and lower their hands
It is never ever wise for us to take delight
In those who would prefer to start a fight
Finally these attitudes come with a twist
Expect to be persecuted but don’t resist
Challenge the world and the system
This lyric came from the Kings true wisdom
By:beardedJarhead
I sit here every day collecting many things.
People stop by and just hand over their stuff to me.
You would be amazed at some of the things that they bring.
And they just give them to me, absolutely free.
So, as I sit here taking in all these donations,
I can’t help but set some of the good things aside.
Although the boss puts me at different locations,
I’ll still find a way to get the good things outside.
I rationalize what I do with one, simple thought:
“Everything I take is being given away.”
The money I’d spend if these things had to be bought
Give me the motive I need to take something each day.