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The huge sky overseeing the emerald and bluish earth...
wouldn't be the only sky in our incredibly diverse Universe,
if limited sight weren't the obstacle to the awesome images that surprise couldn't conceal;
but many more galaxies hiding their splendid suns and planets,,
are still unknown and Man, overtaken by such a magnificence, expresses
himself in more atheistic ways not to compromise his own foolishness!
If we declare faith non-existent, cupidity can become our fetish...
filling us with more rampant pride to enforce its hypocritical seal!
More universes, like ours, lay dormant in their stillness,
" And will life be found on them? " is a question too inconclusive
that we can only answer by being so compellingly delusive;
more universes await the discoveries of the intelligent mind,
to lay out their awsomeness and beauty to discard the thought of finding life,
impelling us to preserve ours, not to destroy it by valiance or insanity!
Search history's events, are we capable of pursuing happiness...
without conquering and proclaiming our power with mighty armies?
In ancient days, they created unrealistic gods and goddesses...
not conceiving that the Supreme One wasn't a god in human form,
but rather the Invisible One, who often scolded them for their wickedness;
so in stone and marble they continued to sculpture divine faces
that the common people hailed and worshipped, and would they refuse
to obey their tyrant's wishes: their worthless lives would be taken...
and did Paul, the follower of Christ, go back to that cult so perverse?
We know, from the Holy Scriptures, he was converted and put down his sword...
More universes more magnificent than this one,
can be discovered and inhabited if they are livable;
and scientists are working hard along with astronauts to accomplish our dream,
and who isn't excited and show interest to take a voyage into the outer space?
Navigators ventured on perilous seas to attest that their concept was solid and real;
we, with more sophisticated computer science, are groped by the unthinkable!
Persuaded or not, discouraged or doubtful, researches must continue at our expense;
and what if we were successful, wouldn't everyone be taken by shock?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The teachers and staff at the special school, Graysmill,
Did what they could to give the severes a life afterwards,
And they presumed I would be accepted to work,
At the CALL Centre of Edinburgh University, for a long time to lurk.
It’s now CALL Scotland, and researches special tech,
Develops assistive software, devices, and communication aids;
It digitalise written exams energetically and with voice,
For disabled kids who need to have their own writing choice.
But I went to Daniel Stewarts nursery, was well accepted, superior,
As I came top of the class for both words and numbers,
And as it is a top private school near Edinburgh’s city centre,
I found the sympathy hard at Graysmill ‘cos I was not inferior.
In the 70s and 80s they thought the special pupils couldn’t interact,
In mainstream schools where the able-bodied were understood;
Most of my friends had a dislike of normal, ordinary kids,
And didn’t understand my perceptions of relationality and brotherhood.
So as it was sometimes an effort for me to be part of the school,
And I just wanted to walk away from all things disabled or impaired,
The moment I started university where opportunity beckoned,
Where my intentions and abilities could be so aired.
I wanted to maybe be a software engineer for organisations,
But knew I couldn’t type all day every day with my foot,
So after uni got a part-time job at the CALL Centre, but felt self-defeated,
‘Cos I'd had blows with my parents about my own mechanism of input.
I did home computing growing up using my hands on the keyboard,
But did my school and homework with my foot, not good,
And since they wanted me to go to university, no big deal,
They forced me to keep using the faster mechanism, the switch for my foot.
So I resented the CALL Centre right throughout my young years,
For not believing or ingratiating me when I told them of my hand dexterity,
And as a graduate able to deliberate upon my case of disrespect,
I can say that my parents should have certainly been certified for neglect.
I did not renew my contract with the Call, was only for four months,
As I didn’t want to put myself through that close contact and innocence assumption,
But think that they do an note-worthy job for severely disabled kids,
And that my case was an exception to their loving, kind gumption.
Understand Black Man
Do you have a strategy?
Do you have a plan?
To move forward
And be the best you can
From creation he plant us
Freedom and liberty he grant us
So why failure to succeed?
Confusion became the creed
Life's not a wishing well
When you start to read
When you learn to spell
Because instructions are given
You must comprehend
To function well
So play your part
Education a start
And the glory will follow
Do your researches
And don't believe the lies
You swallow, in churches
How we deal with it
Is try a new start
Casting out negatives
From a poisoned heart
Engage again
Feel your brothers pain
Learn to unite
Cut out the cuss cuss
Cut out the fight
Its not glorious , its not pleasing
In the fathers sight
Now get on your journey
Build your master plan
Make an effort
Give a helping hand
Life becomes a mystery
But if you write your own history
The past will be recorded
But let the children listen
Because as we plant the seed
Humanity at war yet still in need
And if you want a good harvest
Focus on a the plan
And do a good deed
Another golden star had fell
Turn down your bright light
And let the candle flame burns slowly
While we honour the hero shrouded in his passing bell
Great larinde is no more, died in a violent struggle with death
And his award winning whole swims in a pool of emotional blood
The golden jewel is stolen by death
In a line we fails to hold, only to be imagined : had he still alive, he would have done like this.
Doctor Larinde has treated us this way. Like a selfish, he went all in all with his undaunted and vast talents.
Had we knew, we would have cried more than Elisha “our father! The chariot of Nigeria”
It seems that his magnificent talents can threatened the agents of death
While we believed his eloquences can cause death to shiver
Yet, the great warrior loses the battle like an amateur
While the his philosophical stands has not conquer death through researches
Even if the ground is painted by mourning and the whole world fails to contain the multitude of our words; the truth stands still : Larinde is gone, into a journey of no return.
O d’arinako, a d’oju ala, o di beni jo ni a b’eniyan n joyan
We love you but God loves you more.
I don't lament
Rather I feel pleased
Learning from one new things
While leaving the task I know well
Brain once occupied by theories, question and researches
Converted into beautiful way of cleaning
Natures and environment
Welcoming every season with calm and compuser
I now get idea which month trees loose leaves and branches in UK
AC to Adlerian psychology
We are responsible for our life
So I think I choose this work myself
Sometimes ranting and raving emotion flows
I quivered myself inside duvet
My heart says don't lament as this job contains best payment
Taking the trolley from east to west
Cleaning heart of king cross
Granary square is the best
With lots of fountain and children park
Well by career shifting it feels pain
But this changes welcome
whole ways of viewing things
I am grateful to god what I get
LAMENT FOR LARINDE
Another golden star had fell
Turn down your bright light
And let the candle flame burns slowly
While we honor the hero shrouded in his passing bell
Great larinde is no more, died in a violent struggle with death
And his award winning whole swims in a pool of emotional blood
The golden jewel is stolen by death
In a line we fails to hold, only to be imagined : had he still alive, he would have done like this.
Doctor Larinde has treated us this way. Like a selfish, he went all in all with his undaunted and vast talents.
Had we knew, we would have cried more than Elisha “our father! The chariot of Nigeria”
It seems that his magnificent talents can threatened the agents of death
While we believed his eloquence's can cause death to shiver
Yet, the great warrior loses the battle like an amateur
While the his philosophical stands has not conquer death through researches
Even if the ground is painted by mourning and the whole world fails to contain the multitude of our words; the truth stands still : Larinde is gone, into a journey of no return.
O d’arinako, a d’oju ala, o di beni jo ni a b’eniyan n joyan
We love you but God loves you more.
Form:
I remember when
Q was part of a Tip
now Q is a one way trip
to crazy town
It’s a place where thoughts flip
and up is down
Where every imaginable
conspiracy is found
Listen to that mind cracking sound
in a basement of a pizza shop
they think that trafficked
children are bound
Democrats demonized
Satan worshipers
Drinking babies blood
Some welcome the insanity
in like a flood
Internet researches
named Beth, Karen,
Mike, Bubba, Bob and Bud
all of them happily
wallowing in the mud
So wether they believe
in the Deep State
or PizzaGate
QAnon somehow thinks
an Old World Order
controls our fate
Slick videos crash minds
as feeble sheeple
bite into the bait
January 6th
becomes their new favourite date
Somehow
they feel truly Patriotic
instead of Psychotic
Crazy takes off like gangbusters
a fuse attached to a rocket
It seems a certain President
had them in his pocket
A gun aimed at the Capitol
and Donny cocked it
They were all dim lightbulbs
and he electrified the socket
So the Q tipped
as we watched on TV
what a crazy trip
“Hang Mike Pence”
dripped from their lips
Through broken windows
the mob slipped
as the fabric of Democracy
was stained and ripped
Still with that darkness over the Country
freedom was only temporarily eclipsed
So while the world watched
and ridiculed
“We The people” found a way
Thankfully the majority had the final say
Yes America witnessed a new day
QAnon, White Power, Proud Boys
and Anti Semites were kept at bay.
Should that not in the end
be “The American Way”?
Sun, moon, stars, and universe are captivations,
Scenes, sceneries, lands, landscapes are activations;
Like a child, at each lovely scene, I do wonder,
Today, to a certain concept, I surrender..!
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While third-degree punishments of severe beating,
Depriving prisoners - of food, drink; ill-treating:
With piercing needles betwixt nail and flesh and nose,
Electrocuting; What else? Who exactly knows…?
Indian prisons have become hells here on earth.
For killing and getting killed within, there's no dearth.
Poor imprisoned for the crimes of their rich masters,
Die and decay as though natural disasters...!
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Prisons of Norway are my captivation, hence.
Healing the criminals is in their moral sense;
Offenders are offended; why offend them again?
Pain is filling them; why, again, inflicting pain...?
It's another home for them though they are sinners,
Who’s not a sinner? Are all, outside, are winners...?
Environs and situations cause persons fall,
Isn't, yet, dignity given equal to all...?
Healthy food; clean shelter; reliving medicines;
Penances and atonements to get rid of their sins;
Training for the unfit to fit into this world;
Making them, in nature, like flowers to get furled...!
Dignity of women, like pearls and gems, preserved,
When needed, like remedies, protections reserved;
Male chauvinism, like cobras, when rises its hood,
Feminism too enters in and does what it should...!
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World that believes in cruelty to criminals,
Researches on these Norwegian principals;
Finds, Lo, herein, are criminal activities -
Lesser than other international cities...!
09 October 2022
Captivation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
And yet we are one inside/outside communion,
one ego/eco-integrity potential sanctuary
Polypathically capable of nesting
eager for re-creating
healthy commitments with family
and toward more extended communal memberships
beyond our egocentric self-limitations.
Love
experienced,
our necessary shared foundation
for co-passion growing outward,
optimistically upward,
fundamentally downward,
seminally inward,
across Earth's reveling space
and across all time past
and imagined healthy futures
for co-investing eco-souls.
Communion is who we become,
community is where I live,
while cooperatively designing
future GreenSanctuary searches
researches for all local Souls of this Judea
Zero JudeaZone
with holy/unholy River running through
Historic English
and Native American,
and multiculturally privileged/unprivileged daughters and sons
of African and Caribbean slaves
and their owners
and their past owners' allies,
economically and politically and personally experienced
with creolizing space for nutritional ego-freedom
wherever
and whenever
and however we could cooperatively
internally plant
and hope to harvest
and digest
and share living river water
and then re-digest that happily extended WinWin sharing,
caring for cooperative GreenSanctuary future investments,
investors
While reflecting
and story-telling
in more LeftBrain academic graduate communions
what we are deep learning together
about pan-sectarian sanctuary development
of good faith communions
GreenSanctuary communions
with democratically cooperative government networks
working and playing WinWin
within Mother Earth's great WinLose risky ZeroSum history
still with Win-ego/theo-nomial and Win-ecological opportunities
within each healthy moment's positive integrity potential
for GreenSanctuary positive-deviant revolutions
restoring Left with Right peace
among all nature/spirit soulful inter-relationships
Revolutions in Left-secular with Right-sacred peace
restoring all North/South interdependencies
reweaving all West/East historic ElitePatriarchal/NonEliteMatriarchal
creolizing power centers,
Yang/Yin timeless nutritional communions
Witnessed by outside ultra-nonviolet voices
still celebrating this trans-cultural healthing Sanctuary.
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"The Truth About Religion"
© 2012 Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
Religion gives meaning and purpose in this life
Without it, most people don't know what to do
For they simply need something to believe in
So they will have the strength to get them through
But the truth is, religions are man-made
And most followers don't see its pagan origins
Its really hard to present this truth to them
When their identity is so caught up in their charism
So what do followers generally do
When they are confronted with this harsh truth?
Often many will blindly ignore the facts
Or simply refuse to look at the proof
Sadly, most religious people simply follow
They don’t see the holes in what they believe
And if they do, they often ignore it
Because 'questioning' mean they are being deceived
So why is 'questioning' shunned by the church?
For if 'truth' is truth, then what is there to hide?
For the more one researches and studies
The harder it would be for the truth to be denied
So if you are one who desires truth in this life
Please don't be afraid to go deeper in your search
For studying ancient history and pagan mythology
Will set you free from 'fear-based' beliefs of the church!
© 2012 Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
http://fromchristianitytofreethought.webs.com/why-i-left-my-faith