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alienated and separated has become society
disenfranchised and distant are now the state of families
all of those systems designed to make us feel connected
have fallen short and now we feel rejected
we're just a bunch of numbers and no one even knows our names
we're just a group of digits and that's a darn shame
but we're more than pieces of silver for we do have hearts
for we are the blessed children of the Lord Of Lords, Our God
and it's only in the church where we've kept our sanity
for out in the world it's just total anarchy
we're more than just objects to be used and misused
we're more than just bodies who by our bosses are being abused
dehumanized and desensitized is how we've been treated by the status quo
but we are treasures in the eyes of the God we all love and know
God loves us and it's time we loved ourselves
Jesus loves us and died to give us an eternal wealth
yet people are more concerned with amassing monetary hordes
no compassion for each other and no love for the Lord
we need to seek the word of God with a desire to be changed
for now is the time for our spirits to be rearranged
no longer to take each other for granted but to treat each other with respect
to see ourselves as more than pieces of silver as more than just objects
to be like that woman who lost her coin and diligently searched until it was traced
and then to rejoice upon finding it for her treasure was now fully replaced
to diligently seek the treasure that is the word of God
and then to apply it directly to our hearts
to comprehend the true value of our fellow sisters and brothers
and come to understand that we need to treasure one another
for at some point in life you will need someone's support
for life is like a basketball game you need a team on the court
10 pieces of silver, Stella had a house party
a single coin restored, a parable about rediscovery
for whatever it is in life that you feel that you have lost
just take it to Jesus and lay it on the cross
let Jesus restore it, let your treasure be refound
let God reform you and place you on higher ground
to look high and look low for that which has been misplaced
to seek that treasure of the spirit, God's saving grace
and once it's restored to rejoice and celebrate
Stella had a house party upon the restoration of her faith
What Never Comes
Flying
too close to the sun
Reeling
from nights on the run
Yearning
for what never comes
Dying
alone — unbecome
**
New Words
Freeing his echo
he broke with the past
Leaving the reference
and voices recast
Lifting the moment
above and beyond
Each breath coming back
— new words to his song
**
Missteps
A quicksand entrapment
lost in its mire
Drowning inclement
— fleeing the fire
**
Night Winds
The desert
rekindles
Your essence
on fire
Strange voices
and faces
Incarnate
desire
A lizard
lies watching
One eye
rolling back
As night winds
uncover
The devil’s
— lost tracks
**
In The Vacuum
Silence
has a sound
that hides
in your fear
Those questions
unasked
bypassing
your ear
It seeps
and it enters
when lost
in your guile
And shouts
in the vacuum
of quiet
— denial
**
In Debt To The Moment
Beautiful pain
Glorious suffering
Exploding regret
Immune to the sound
Embracing today
Releasing the memory
In debt to the moment
— lost and refound
**
IT WAS FIRST WORD OF MOUTH
WE HEARD SOME RAMBLINGS
ON THE RADIO
THEY SPOKE OF THINGS
IN WORDS THAT
ALL COULD UNDERSTAND
WE THOUGHT IT THROUGH
AND REFUSED WHAT WE HEARD
THEIR ARE MORE OPPOTUNITIES
FOR GROWTH AND BETTERMENT
IT IS MADE FOR US TO GAIN
A GREATER UNDERSTANDING
THROUGHT THE NETWORKING
THESE PEOPLE EMPLOY
THE POTENTAIL FOR TALENT
AQUISITION MEANS
WORK FOR THOSE WHO HAVE LOST
THE POTENTAIL TALENT
THESE POTENTIAL TALENTS THEN
MAKE THEIR PRESENCE FELT
AMONG THEIR NEW COMRADS
WORKING TOGETHER
THROUGH THE STORMS OF REFOUND VALUE
THE NEWNESS OF BEING TOGETHER
THE DESIRE TO LISTED APART
OR ABOVE
THAT HIS AFORDS FOR BEING BEST
MIGHT NEVER BE IN VAIN
THAT HIS MERE PRESENCE
SIGNALS THE BEGANNING
OF A NEW ERA
THAT THOSE WHO DISPSIE HIM
MIGHT ALLY WITH HIM
AND THOSE WHO LOVE HIM MIGHT EQUAL HIM TO GAIN
VICTORY ( OR DEFEAT)
CONTESTED AND DEFINED
BEST ABOVE ALL ELSE
The elapsing of the year gets almost everyone busy,
listing things to do and not to;
What to leave out or cross over with
Recreating the disfigured concepts of one's entity,
Refilling the unfilled rows and columns of a mystery,
It is like a bridge paradoxically unseen in the natural,
A bridge which, others cross over unconsciously, Like people in the North Sentinel Island, the Pintupi Aboriginals;
They're undisturbed with technical, social or economical changes.
The beginning of a year, is like taking a long-light trip
through a hall with appeasing leeways
Getting lost and refound in the process
Through this travel each one has precepts to follow
The exit way is either an achievement or a lesson
Each day is a cross over,
Each night is a ride which takes everyone to past,
present or future events
Each morning is a recreation
To reconstruct the fragmentary initiative.
A happy and reproductive 2018 to the poetry members.
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Ravens swarm
above a railroaded manly path
I walk
With downriver pilgrims
through mortal silenced wilderness,
away from more dogmatic savagery
Deadly, I fear,
chattering
clattering
flapping righteous wings
roosting crones
stalking,
inviting history's dry splattered bones
to continue back
toward forward
And so continue
with othered chatter
now fluttering and twittering
off right
on to left
cawing barren winter trees
warning mystery's clawing concern
Not urgent
yet relentlessly hungry
Poignant memories
for eyes to see
ears to hear,
not follow
But walk along side
then back away,
leaping invisible borders
noted by naked trees,
silent witnesses
of paternal journey's ravenous flight
Now squawking
stalking right side
and behind,
encouraging hubris to continue on
oil-spilled tracks
But not too far
for they have a place to show
much like rook voices sound
rushing early spring's awakening brook
Streaming water chattering against rock,
fat rain too loud dropping
on scolding cold tin roof
shelter.
Rain comes
enjoying refound sounds
here to witness this black river
of clatter chatter
purifying ironed tracks
Ahead now,
growing
crowing across shivering river
through grey winter woodland
Raucous spell toward quiet left
pause to swell again
like summer's nighttime crickets.
Crowded ravens regather
to cautiously
silently
suspiciously roost behind me,
watching
What trauma will pass
from upriver,
uptrack,
up desolate time's revolution
hunting haunting mystery
Not urgent
aching dull memories
of starving othered bones
for breaking richer
deeper
quieter upriver fragile times
Pausing stormy visions
fleet fluttered reminders,
then off again
Flying right winged journeys
leaving left behind
to embitter
railroad walking mine.
The Colours of Happy
I am the painter of happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet
I see the beauty
beyond the dark
I'm floating within this concrete park
leaving my mark
Playing tag with a can of paint
My art is vibrant
I won't settle for faint
What you see as ugly
it truly aint
I'm not afraid of dingy places
I let colours flow outside the lines
My choices are different kinds
Injecting a symphony between life's spaces
Color removing tear drop traces
Grey shades this paint erases
I see possibilities in others faces
Finger painting
or with a brush
I make the concrete blush
Beauty awakened with my touch
I love the power of yellow
If you are down
or feeling mellow
I just might be the right kinda fellow
My flavors are sweet like jello
Within these hands
I wield a rainbow
My tools, stardust and ultra glow
From my bowl
I pour happy on your soul
Until your own light begins to show
Watch me move quick
when others are slow
Wrapping amazing
with a platinum bow
Let me paint you
a different kinda blue
bright skied Technicolor
the perfect one for you
A bubblegum happy kinda chew
Grab life and dance
do what you want to do
Choices many
don't settle for so few
I can paint you
A penny for your thoughts
help you realize just what you've got
Be the dreamer
it will help a lot
Choose exciting
a life that's red hot
Forget Generic
there is more to be got
Let others choose boring
what I offer
can't be store bought
I'll hand you a brush
we can cover more ground
flower squirting
big footed clowns
Spreading happy around
that joyful sound
Multi colored
me and you
Unconventional freedom bound
our happy can astound!
What was lost
its been refound
Time to open these eyes
happy colors surround
You too can see
just have to look around!
Form:
I walked this life alone
So much I have grown
Trying hard to be true
In all the things I do
Love passes by
No need to cry
Why bother to try
I spent some time in the past
Wishing I could make something that would last
Was looking out over the stars
While still bandaging my own scars
Hopefully I kept my pride
When all I wanted to do was hide
Struggle to face each day
I'm finding my own way
To find my way back here
Where the stars seem to be so near
Stepping away from my fear
Lost to a tear
Maybe I'm just another day older
But the path has become colder
Who knows where time will end
What counts is the times I did spend
With my back to the wind
Souls never bend
Reaching ever forwards
Towards
some distant time
Still lost in some rhyme
Tomorrow
I may beg and borrow
Reaching for my land of no sorrow
No money can buy
No tears that I can cry
Can hear no pleas
Only on bended knees
And all that he sees
Come inside
Forgive my pride
Clean my heart
For I wish a new start
Lift me ever higher
Save me from that inner fire
Busy loving you
My heart stays true
Guide what I must say
Lead me the right way
And strength to face the day
And maybe some day soon
Although I carry no silver spoon
Let my every action
Reaction
Always be true
And always be guiding someone else to you
Something in the way you make me feel
A touch that can heal
A broken down heart
Fell apart
My heart is refound
By love I'm bound
Till you lift me from the cold ground.
To you I belong
Found after a lifetime so long
So wrong
Now so right
Help me show others into this light
Amen
Capital means head,
whether healthy or swollen.
That leading toward healthy wealth place
and pace.
Capital is where my head is at today.
Capitalism may be where my competing head has turned
while social and natural eco-capital
could become where our cooperative hearts evolve,
revolve,
resolve,
resound,
rebound,
refound,
reconnect
inter-religion.
Hearts, like minds,
are bicameral,
with bilateral arms and legs,
eyes and ears,
and even nostrils,
are bipartisan
sensually stereophonic
stretching dance to rhythmic sound.
Capital grows where my Either v Or deductive head works out Win or Lose
and revolves more therapeutically
where my BothCrown AndRoot in-between heart plays out
and in,
up and down,
diastatic through stasis,
regenerative then degenerative,
love before fear
of ego-loss,
to re-ingenerate again.
We can throw our capitalistic arms against each other
yet we all breathe and beat
this same cooperative capital
wu wei,
MidWay
Yang with Yin
Win anthropological + Win ecological.
equivalently anthro-eco
bicamerally logical
neuropsychological wealthy
mind+body health.
24 hours
alone with myself
the road goes on and on
24 hours
in my own space
exemption rides along
24 hours
eternity breached
its imagery returns
24 hours
tomorrow today
whose light forever burns
24 hours
becoming undone
the parts fall back in place
24 hours
the wind at my back
withdrawing from the race
24 hours
a voice calls my name
in birth year reverie
24 hours
my soul to reclaim
in what was meant to be
24 hours
Kerouac damned
a false reflection shown
24 hours
each road sign that calls
direction out on loan
24 hours
the moment reframed
once lost but now refound
24 hours
24 lifetimes
—inward outward bound
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)