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It’s nothing but desert for kilometers, nothing as far as you can see.
Not even the sparse brush to keep you company
Wondering further and further
Wondering if it was all for not
Hours turn to days
Then slowly days turned to weeks
Must find where it came from
It came from this way, I’m sure it was this way?
Plague and famine have ravished the towns in the basin
Nothings left with the droughts that hit
There should be something out here, a river, if gods be plentiful, a puddle if they can at least be gentle…..snakes if their more devils than gods
Lips cracked and moving as though joints were filled with sand
I see it, the oasis
It’s said to only show in times of desperate need
But there's also a curse
If your to take from the gods, even if it is to save
You must leave something dear
Hesitating, I clutch my last piece of my lost family
A little wooden block with teeth marks
It’s not just the block that must be left
It’s the memories tied to the item that must also be left
What a cruel joke
What cruel salvation
Taking the last few steps to the bubbling little river
Right up to the stacked stones
Tears run hot and ragged down my face
As I raise my hand, gently placing the block on the slab
I don't understand, there's nothing here? Just an alter
My face feels wet? Why was I crying?
No time, must hurry
I lead my horse to the water, refilling packs, loading the wagon
All while tears just streamed down my cheeks
I hope this helps them
That little town, I know no one there, not even from there
But they shouldn’t suffer like home did
But…what happened at home?
Where is home?
I don’t remember
Must have been part of the price.
10/2/12
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Reveled through the world His words are cherished
Many read the peace of His words, yet works be perished
We see the problems without the power to cure it
Lacking the wisdom we need and God’s Holy Spirit
The Feast of Tabernacles calls many to action
And with it comes happiness and endless satisfaction
Five aspects will lead us closer to the mind of God
He shows us a clear path though our ways are flawed
The paramount action is respect to one another
To be present, formal and kind to each other
What we wear physically and spiritually is important too
To be humble and dedicated in all that we do
The second call for action is the call to rejoice
To enjoy physical food and drink—the desire of our choice
To stimulate the mind with gladness and cheer
And be thankful for our trials as we ponder the year
The third act is important and it is to recall
All the blessings and promises of the coming Kingdom of God
To read back in scripture to the great men of faith
Allowing your mind to rest from the wreck of sin’s ache
As we recall we find it necessary to recommit
To be re-awakened in His life—to make something of it
We may want to acknowledge where we have fallen short in the past
Not dwelling in the desires of physical life—the things that won’t last
The last course of action will help us toughen the shell
We must recharge to build—keep refilling the well
By the Spirit of God we are quenched in barren terrain
Releasing sheets of merciful, cool rain
Many will suffer before the peace begins
But continue we must until the very end
I wish all could know just what is in store
God will reveal it eventually—just knock on His door
Encouraged by the Spirit we become the light
Defying worldly governments—refusing to fight
Shortcomings are inevitable and mistakes will be made
It is not difficult to fall—to be easily swayed
“People can be free, but still enslaved"
But in the end, all will have the chance to be saved
Look to the Bible and try what you read
Perhaps you’ll discover where the narrow path will lead
*inspired by David Hulme*
Aquafirs miles away in my mind
warming with springtime sun
lapping upon the shores of my memory
sending involuntary movements to my legs
moving thoughts to music echoing in my limbs
Beethoven's 5th. Symphony catapults me out the door
into glorious sunshine
hiking trails, dormant for months (seems like years)
staring at boulders basking in the sun
touching bark on trees grooves of my growth
smelling the earth dug up with my hands
sifting my life turning my face towards the sun
warming tidal planes in my mind
recalling the ebb and flow of me upon this land
marking my scent in the woods (as men do)
tracking the sun as
it moves across my day foraging sprouting edibles
as earth releases life
pausing to lay down in prairie grass and nap
in sweet scented dreams refilling all my senses
for the journey...
I have still to travel
I have still to travel...
03/29/14
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There was a shop that sold goodwill
But someone went and robbed the till
Refilling all the shelves with hate
Leaving customers to a terrible fate.
Their compulsion to shop went on and on
But what they bought proved to be wrong
Instead of what they wanted or sought
They ended up with a maleficent item bought.
So instead of a desire to live
A sense of hopelessness did they give
To their children and those they love
Such bitter fruits come not from above.
We need a discount sale on love and compassion
To stop our aching hearts a-crashin’
On the jagged rocks of despair
But does anyone really care?
Yesterday, snapshots of life framed the sky
All past timelines refilling mind’s pages;
My chapters from youth’s byways lingered, when
Troubles of identity reached a sharp peak. They
Seemed to question a need to conform, but
So undaunted was I to be my own imprint.
Far the miles my feet wished for something else,
Away from usual paths in need of new quests.
Now, I listen to spirit enlightening my days
It cradles a stillness borne out of reflection.
Looks like the rebel within has withered
As I embrace the beauty of today’s mellowing.
Though rough winds trigger anticipation
They're washed by night’s reckoning;
Here in a space of tenderness, I listen
To the rhythm of moon bouncing: paced twirls
Stay within my center with ease and compassion.
Oh snapshots drift as mere apparitions;
I enter light’s arc blazing, while fluid instincts
Believe the past has forged a sense of rebirth.
In calm acceptance, my heart cherishes this wisdom;
Yesterday brought forth the deliverance of my soul.
Yesterday's Acrostic Contest
by nette onclaud
Break of day, silence glistens on the petals
pensive dew adorning the daisies,
roses breaking through the sun’s gaze
gesturing to the azaleas with all their blossoms
lost beyond the hues in hesitation,
a song plays as the birds serenade the dawn
and endless memories of a gardener
fall over the soul who God Himself nurtured
planting, growing, pruning…
winds hesitate on the maze of reflective plants,
from the naïve, immature stems
leaves glistening with hope for the days
when laughing sunrises and twilight
erase the darkest dread, restore the joyous
sensing the need for endless grace, serenity
washing away the dust from the past
and refilling the empty days with life’s tears,
the wishes raking back the leaves of last year
the earth’s decay, the grief of yesterday…
while my heart races, taking chances
love becomes more than the distant hope
it glows on my thoughts, it abides
inside my heart, glistening in the moments
teardrops and dewdrops mix together
in the garden of my faith, where He lives
always welcoming, always listening, forgiving
even the sins that I might not see,
the sins that were birthed inside me.
sins who silence me with a shame that bleeds
through my life – oh, but for His sacrifice….
still as the summer’s light,
flowing on the distant skies
a music, melody of glorious life
sent to us by the One who is –
everything, all that we need
the reason for our peace
the cause of our belief,
the purpose of each destiny
He is the reason that I can see
- though I was once blind,
His love frees me, so I can see…
Inside the heart, there lives and breaths
Love so beautiful, so still, so sweet
A gentle that I always seek
Wonder of love who grieves
for the light who grows each leaf,
in the garden where He plants
love that enriches souls
with hope and faith
that forever knows…
In His Garden, love grows and grows!
Dilated pupil captures a partner with her submission
Above sadness, eyes sea sunk in upset unquenchable
Desperation lodged in lagoon swims to 2021 surface
Air refilling deflated lungs floats a Goldi locked trophy
Drawn from decaying pages of housewife magazines
Overtly womanly hip to waist ratio cinched on display
Empathy white tidal wave, compassion washes angst
Surrogate heart fed off rise fall arousal bursts buttons
Nostalgia learns Stu's language, sucking word marrow
Omens of history trip a mirrored future, path predicted
Sorrow entangled sheet furrows, wrath burrowed deep
Trauma not lost thru lustful aggressor swamp syphon
Welcome fragrant frail pale spurs a sturdy demeanour
Enveloped open emotions compel his chest responds
Lechery leaves detail aside, abides with blind present
Longing to cast away loneliness, romance sails rough
8th February
Dictated by Wharf air (after warfare)
DADA DOES NOST WELL
I am reading
"Democracy in Black"
by Eddie S. Glaude, Jr.
but continue reconstructing this title
"Hypocrisy in Only White."
Because
when I let my memory
look back to my own self-interests in history
as archaeological digging and prying and discovery,
adventure and curiosity
of my internal ecological development,
I reweave back
through still on-going matriarchal lines
that include,
are shared with,
anyone capable of reading
and comprehending
these words of regenerating memory.
Back
to darker
denser
richer genes and memes
of cooperative to still thrive today,
saving competitions for survival moments.
Back to
better to prey together
side by side
as neanderthal brothers and sisters
than to grow predative
against each other.
This Golden Rule
of dark Afro-Eurasian
equatorial resonant depth
of historical origin
in normative play
at least until we substitute capitalism's
supremacist agendas
for rationalism's ego-ecocentric
reweaving memory
of this original Earth Mom
magical and mysterious
then worshiped and danced
ritualed and cooperative ownership co-governing,
then more modern radical eccentricities
forgetting our shared matriarchal
regenetic
memory of dualdark
hypocrisies of merely white inferiority
complexes
disease
dissonance
despair of remaining fully
who we together are,
where we have been
predating history
where we could return
each morning
with greatest polyphonic joy.
To paraphrase David Holmgren
(Permaculture, p. 113)
Containers were one essential organic innovation
necessary for this cooperative agrarian revolution.
Opportunities to refill organically produced bodies
are enormous
transitioning into recycling energy descent
for shared cooperative memory.
Reimaging full organic containers
is far better than sending us
away and down and out for recycling.
Most official ecopolitical waste reduction strategies
place little emphasis
on organic reuse refilling re-educating
deep ecologically learning containers,
or confuse WinWin refueling,
reweaving,
with capitalism's WinLose recycling,
switching productive containers
into merely consuming eventual empties,
bleached-out white-washed faded hypocrisies
of purest supremacy against nothing
deeply densely
richly resonantly valued.
For a Taoist,
rivers and their valleys
are iconic
ecowomanist yintegrity,
Yet St. Francis feels rivers,
but probably not their embracing valleys,
as Brothers.
As the River running through my backdoor life
flows from northern right
downstream to southern left,
I remain nondualistically of two minds,
and probably all transinsurrections
in and out between
River waters flowing
and valleyed land supporting
gender specific identities
I cannot realistically experience upstream
from down,
or flow from strong stability
toward this River's mouth
emptying into nonviolent surf
progressively surging forward
and regressively back
From overflowing ocean sources
refilling MotherEarth's support
for stable
and resilient,
public
and intimate health care
TransGendered systems for all
Brother/Sister sacredly bilateral
spiritual strength
flowing naturally down
and out,
redeeming up
and in
Taoist interdependent rivers
and their intersectional valleys
flowing deep sea green
integrity.
Natural ecosystems include biosystems,
like plants and animals,
insects and people,
ourselves,
those we love,
Earth,
enemies we love to debate
and possibly hate
Endosymbiotic systems
living within ectosymbiotic teleologies
of connection and disconnection
Communicating in co-relational actions
and sometimes compelling words
of love feeding health
of dawning light refilling dark despair
of abundant life
regenerating holonic co-passion
Swimming in a vast sacred sea
of win/win symbiotic
in-health/out-wealth becoming
planted together better
so less spiritually good
standing unnaturally apart.