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No fleeting moment commenced
nor satisfied by pride, the rock we all stand upon
Crimes against humanity are crimes nonexistent
Why, since us, the human race, are actively conducting these great sins upon ourselves
What do we pursue:
a world of peace, equality
a world in coexistence we stand
walking down the streets without that growing fear
without bolstering we need a holster for protection
Isn't one of the commandments of public religion
'Do not kill' but it's okay if you're in self defense
or feel you're threatened
an eye for an eye, do I have it right
but they don't take eyes, they take lives
that domino effect wished to be erased
Now we embrace the means of ending conflict with wars
instead of with words
air our grievances without phrases and meanings since we're big kids now
We've graduated from fist fights
to a revolver that leaves no trace
psycho passes of 208 and no one listening
There's plot after plot to assassinate others for the fun of it
for the make of it, for the Gods that beg for it
for some outside force no one seems to see
commanding blood on the door
If this is what freedom truly is
the consent by the universe, by man
to die at the hands of an object created by someone who is of the same flesh as me
leave me a motorcycle so I can attempt to ride it off to Mars
Why do we live like this
They say we have the power to change things
but we have no power for this
This is a worldwide civil war, a worldwide civil war
but there are no definite sides
just an oval like fortress for the people who don't care for your origin, you're a human like the rest of us so here you are our friend
I count myself among them
yet I fear the outside world just doesn't care at all
This is a worldwide civil war and the battle lines are skewed
for these lines are redrawn by the months and setting sun
This is a worldwide civil war but I shout to divinity to open their ears and aid in bringing about peace
hoping others will join me
for I am just one voice
so I ask the public to join me
Will you join me
the crow asleep in this chapel on a weary Thursday
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In the mystery of the night, when stars sneak stealthily through the branches,
nothing has changed, and the body, that ephemeral vessel, still knows how to weep,
susceptible to pain, like a flower under the burden of cold,
the sky hums its eternal song, and we, prisoners of breath,
with thin skin and blood boiling beneath it, are but shadows
in the eternal dance of time, with bones breaking
under the unforgiving weight of history repeating itself.
Nothing has changed, although the earth seems smaller,
and everything that happens feels close, like a whisper
beyond the wall, and the body still trembles,
as if it always had,
before Rome, before Christ,
the same silent scream, the same echo of suffering,
a symphony of innocence, spanning the ages,
uncomprehended, yet ever-present.
Nothing has changed, only the number of people has grown,
and with them, the offenses, new and old, real and imagined,
but the cry of the body, that visceral response,
remains unchanged, a melody in ancestral tones,
that binds us to our ancestors,
that movement of hands trying to shield the head,
the same gesture, the same falls,
knees rising, skin turning blue,
a dance of pain repeating into eternity.
Nothing has changed, only the boundaries have been redrawn,
the lines of forests, coasts, deserts, and glaciers,
and the soul, that tireless wanderer,
loses and finds itself among them,
a stranger to itself, illusory, often unsure of its own existence,
while the body is, is, and is, without its own place,
a nomad of time, lost between heartbeats
and the whispers of the wind constantly calling it back.
And yet, in this landscape of melancholy and dreaming,
nothing has changed, only we, the dreamers,
lose ourselves in the flow of consciousness, in search of solace
that never comes, just shadows of dreams
intertwining with reality,
while the body remains, ever-present,
a memory of what was and what will be.
The first of Earth's life support systems
to go
was crude oil
Then natural-spiritual gas
Then easily accessible commercial-grade
and scale
coal.
Then wood
for crude construction.
Then electric grid energy
MiddleEastern
then Western
then Eastern colonizing infrastructures
pathologically cascaded
down
into local-cooperative democracy scale.
While internally cooperative infrastructures
of active love
beauty and grace of
and gratitude for
PositivEnergy Democracy
expanded exponentially,
driven by both Positive cooperative investments
and Negative loss divestments
of WinNow to LoseLater
long-term self disempowering deficit,
rather than WinWin co-redeeming,
options.
Then clean drinking water
pathologically cascaded
away from where it was needed
and toward where seaside communities
entire coast lines
were redrawn,
and boundary issues
of dry nations
and barren refugee states
faded away
from multi-mediated view.
While internally WinWin
cooperative infrastructures
swept revolutionarily in,
like a grateful sacred tsunami,
economic and political cascade,
social and psychological and historical reweaving,
theological and ecological co-regenerative,
reaching toward livable climate needs
within
as without
For health
as abundant multicultural EarthWealth
With Permaculture Design
ego-ecotherapeutic ZeroZone centering practices,
Psychological PositiveEnergy ReStorations,
GoldenRule Therapeutic Justice,
NonViolent, local through global, Peace
WinLose LeftBrain Either/Or
Nature/Spirit dualistic fundamentalism
cascading toward WinWin Both/And eco/theological gratitude,
Positive LeftRight ProLife GreenEnergy STEAM Systems,
gratitude for trust and beauty attitudes.
BadNews closed doors chosen first
are GoodNews open doors
cooperatively chosen WinWin last
yet healthy best.
Anxiety peak's as mundane attention seeks.
Fear and excitement compete as boredom seeps.
This powerful small action is not an option I possess.
My desire to please is within reach, the winner of an underdog's match.
Adrenaline a premature ejaculation as safety of sorts is left behind.
Sounds like lies is the music of my travels with an exploiting beat.
Promised the golden egg, though I know it's rotten.
Arrival too soon but not soon enough to end, simplicity a mirror to myself.
Unable to perform the tasks of my purpose, doubts of success my constant companion.
Solo to face the music, a genre of accusations.
Can't control my rhythm, the dance is pathetic as the sonnet is critiqued.
Another set of errors, replication leading towards the encore.
Submissive in travel, destination unknown fiction to non with each chapter.
First arrival of fear as chilli peppers send shivers down my tail.
Second wind as the big bad wolf breaks down my house of brick.
Eye's to the floor conducted in a smell of fear.
Eroticism grips all the while confusion sprouts it's bulb.
Black and blue as we spa in fleece, caught wooden handed now.
Treasury of cheese but this mouse is unsatisfied as the wheel turns.
Back to the nest I am blinded by sheep as breathing becomes tortured.
Unknown rise's as fear is rationed and the tread is knotted.
A bubble of my senses, patient's looking for clues in detectives frequency.
Team talk unmotivated as we share the animals departure.
Herd depleted my view is clearer although still in the cheep seats.
Silent movie plays out though my picture is fitful.
Architectures blue as battle line's are redrawn and comrades are demoted
Your carriage awaits as we go full circle back to the start
Goodbye mother, we'll meet again.
The world came together as one —
Or rather, acted as one, like in the
Days of Noah, in the first lockdown
Following the first pandemic of flooding.
There was the smell of a virus.
Thick and heavy, it held the lungs hostage.
There was a confraternal mass, and between heaven and hell
An iota of odour, bigger than the sinking sun, hung in the stratus
Dour moments followed us to the bedrooms
Where we cringed without facial masks.
As we sneezed, the earth caught cold and shivered.
I never knew that viruses were also weapons.
Vaccines became the new baptism.
Darkness descended quickly every evening
With patterns of winter during wars of attrition
Global hate paused as the clocks ticked loudly
Hostilities ceased.
Material envy retreated to
The back pews of desolate churches,
Fragile and lonely with the silence of the wilderness.
The beasts of the earth visited on tiptoe — as hard times
Would come and go;
We were reborn, and clutched at the saddened minutes of
Borrowed sanctity.
Holed up in lacerated mattresses and hovels of death,
Many made music alongside silenced choirs
That hummed trembling hymns from distances brought nearer home
By visuals of horror.
The earth was on her knees,
Addled by the haste of her own funeral,
Subdued by a thunderless, voiceless rainstorm,
Cremated without the need of wood and fire.
The smell of the virus came with the intensity of balmed sin.
It was sin itself.
Recovering from that attack, that invasion, that lockdown
Would require the touring strengths of the dove and raven,
Who would cruise on the wings of passing time
To secure a landing word of caution,
With or without olive branches on their beaks, displaying
Redrawn maps of fumigated paths and ravines of earth.
One must imagine Sisyphus’s
boulder, marble-sized these days
And Ozymandias’ plaque,
spinning despair into praise
Look on, ye hypocrites,
and sneer at my undoing
Your universe is a giant sandpit,
entropy accruing
Their legacies long crumbled,
eroded by rust
Gods built the wrong way,
on scaffolds of dust
Virtue or vice register
equally the same
Except between stars,
there’s space for one more grain
Down here, we clock in daily,
stack hours like prayer
Worship strong Wi-Fi,
evangelize on thin air
Imagine heavenly echoes,
because the silence isn’t fair
Some develop connection,
others a thousand-yard stare
Our Earth splits naturally,
along seismic lines
Greenwich claims centre stage,
only for the meantime
Sisyphus, still aching,
gets an epidural at last
But only in hindsight,
for his hump blocks the past
Redrawn are our own lines,
watchtowers in the sand
Sketching new borders,
carving up the promised land
Exhume ancient treasure,
and black, viscous stuff
Addicted to all things buried,
as if our dead weren’t enough
Still we write blindly,
tracing glyphs already faded
Helps lift the mood
when depressed and jaded
Gods stand on shaky ground,
myth holds them together
In schisms that bind billions,
then sever forever
Oh, look on—ye poet
Sisyphus now rolls his eyes
He’s seen the apps, wars,
hoodies, and cable ties
His hamster wheel’s a meme
for gods who merely try
Small wonder he mutters,
at least Ozymandias gets to die
And sometimes I pray to gods,
or maybe their ghosts
About versions of me
I’ve been missing the most
They don’t directly answer,
but do leave this guess
In the end, to keep on rolling
may be my passing success
By David Kavanagh
Valentines Day always found me quiver and bowed over
Ring with no feather in my cap only envy
at handsome man drakes with bucks,
who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly
aligned in arrow emitting clucks
fluffing their respective tail feathers amidst
loud squawking out quacking
establishing pecking order like ducks,
or any other foxy fowl billetted
within walled din noisy hen house
(yepper blame pandemonium on the fox)
preening, each be solder self flux
sing wings and waddling, flirting, casting...
webbed wide good lucks
at the growing flock
including male friends relatives,
minus yours truly, whose presence,
would merely generate a yawn,
though even a distinct black swan
received royal carpet treatment
particularly one named Shawn
encompassing another honorable guest
with illustrious surname Rawn
guests underwritten by Cupid,
whose presence surreptitiously withdrawn
(invitations distributed widely explained,
just beak cuz gerrymandering redrawn)
even provoking deer interest
of stray doe eyed fawn
hence lacking bravado and brawn
this bird den some seedy,
yet dove out crow kissing Avocet
trundled off to parts unknown you bet
far from boys stir russ, raw cuss, diss-cuss
sing demerits of being in debt
ting clacking clique, and thus this solitary fret
full ostracized, rejected, unwanted egret,
who heron there experienced many a let
down, not simply because of stork disparity
with the Aves and havenots,
but I never met
any other species so set
in their ways, hence off
on a wing and prayer
in search of other gulls,
whom this dodo bird they will coe vet!
Ring with no feather in my cap only envy
at handsome man drakes with bucks,
who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly
aligned in arrow emitting clucks
fluffing their respective tail feathers amidst
loud squawking out quacking
establishing pecking order like ducks,
or any other foxy fowl billetted
within walled din noisy hen house
preening, each be solder self flux
sing wings and waddling, flirting, casting...
webbed wide good lucks
at the growing flock
including male friends relatives,
minus yours truly, whose presence,
would merely generate a yawn,
though even a distinct black swan
received royal carpet treatment
particularly one named Shawn
encompassing another honorable guest
with illustrious surname Rawn
guests underwritten by Cupid,
whose presence surreptitiously withdrawn
(invitations distributed widely explained,
just beak cuz gerrymandering redrawn)
even provoking deer interest
of stray doe eyed fawn
hence lacking bravado and brawn
this bird den some seedy,
yet dove out crow kissing Avocet
trundled off to parts unknown you bet
far from boys stir russ, raw cuss, diss cuss
ting clacking clique, and thus this solitary fret
full ostracized, rejected, unwanted egret,
who heron there experienced many a let
down, not simply because of stork disparity
with the Aves and havenots,
but I never met
any other species so set
in their ways, hence off
on a wing and prayer
in search of other gulls,
whom this dodo bird they will coe vet!
The Bride and the Gambler
On the cool forest floor,
she flows,
like the fog rolling, away.
and guardian beasts held in stoic capture.
As the cold Night it steals a Gamblers Stare.
It leaves well enough alone,
folds it's hands and pushes clear
Of Her Altar Room of Thrones,
wolves gnawing at the bones,
of those who came before.
The unknown and the unsonged-
Found wantings guess ed wrong.
Found wanting, to see the balance
hung in the balance, of the pendulums sway
And thus be, Undone.
By the Bride Of.
The Bride of the taken away.
A Willow Wisp of snares.
She has come to take a share.
Of the raging blow.
The wrath of those alone.
Protagonist of
God only knows.
Like a toll of shattered winds redrawn, and quartered for those who dare breath upon,
the daylights Judas kiss
blown from Kingdom Come.
blood and mortar of the cliffs of no return
and in sarcophagus song.
Her encrypted dreamtime fares admit one,
the iron maiden to bath a whistling tune, in
from fork of silver tongue.
God only knows
Where what was once is done
Another life wasted upon
A Gargoyle Queen of hearted stone.
Another Life Wasted and I am freely
Undone.
A Gargoyle- Queen of Hearted Stone.
Another life to be wasted here.
and recircled upon.
God only knows.