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Black lives matter is a statement of love not a statement of hate
So please erase the confusion from your face
I wish they could hear but they're to busy spraying mace in my face
They keep yelling, Nigga's who needs them, nigga please, black boy black girl you don't belong
And Today I read murder niggas on a wall
Someone tried to spray paint over it, but the hate was still legible
They try to sweep racism under the rug, but the people living in that house still keep the hate at their side at all times
Taking lives at all times, so much so it has become a full time job, and they love overtime
Humans are not animals but sometimes I wish black people had 9 lives like a cat
Then maybe one of those we could live out who we were meant to be
Or maybe we could be a dog, you heard the cops call us treats, right?
At least if a dog dies they treat them right as if they have rights
Justice where has it gone, people will say it's just the times
But now it's 2020 and Justice is more like just them all the time, it's not fair, it's not right, it's not love
And to everyone who gets hurt standing up for the air being sucked out of our bodies continue to stay ten toes down
Because we is a selfish term in America
Freedom is a selective term in America
The grey line takes up most of the space in America
Right is looked at as wrong in America
And some still choose to ignore the true colors of America
Red is my blood stolen, from the boys in blue, that sadly can be defined as a white American
Most of the time
The red should really symbolize the fire raging from this hell on Earth, that makes the world blue
Well some of us
White culture eating white cake, from a slaves recipes
Wanting to experience different things, wanting to participate in our lifestyle, stealing traditions
Without the ritualistic red dot constantly pointed at their back
But when a black person wants more for themselves they have to start with a wall against their back
While carrying the cross their ancestors hung from
All while trying to make change
Positive change should not be this hard but the world is so negative
Awareness and action is the key
But there are many doors to unlock until Justice can start to have the appearance of a just world
p.s. I'm still praying...
Longing to be handsomely engaged
engorged by trusted
resonant Beauty
together again
and yet again
Our same embodied story
retold
nakedly proclaimed in bold
shameless
and blameless
lack of LeftBrain
self-righteous judgment told
manipulation cold
examination old
Passion's spontaneity
sentenced by far too many words
ritualistic promises
liturgical performances.
Our same feelings
falling into passion's overwhelming river
which never flows exactly our same narrative
unfolding in/out fantasy
embodied top and bottom rhythm
mindbody patterns given
while received
communions.
All true on our best nights
of naked sex
and, perhaps, on our best days
of transparent
vulnerable communion
greeting promises of each exotic
enlightening dawn,
benedicting rewards of each erotic
co-empowering dusk
as living multi-faithful trust
returns love's global-hopeful lust.
When finding no well-rooted health communion
in our anthro-privileged community
then we may be past wealth's time
to immigrate narrowly up
and linearly on
Or
we may find peace
just in time
to emigrate more deeply giving down
and taking in
Here co-present win/win
fulfilling mountainous longing's quivered
slow grown rivered
timeless eternity delivered
sacred shivered
Now
Bliss
co-empathic belonging
impossible to miss.
Deep in London's back street lanes,
Jack's spirit angered still remains,
In shadows as he lies in wait, for the prostitute, his object of hate,
He sharpens scalpels, surgeon's blades, precision tools, to slice and mame,
His intention to acquire his thrill,
through blood, with ritualistic Kills.
He lies in wait his victim nears, feeding off her inner fears,
Beneath his cape he draws his knife, in preparation to take this life,
Blade to blade the knife so sharp,
Clean incisions cut out her heart,
Not content he cuts in more, her organs laid beside her on the floor,
Ripped and torn her body ravaged, by this animal depraved and savage.
He dips his fingers in her blood, and turns to face the wall,
He writes a message shocking red, a warning to them all,
"Whilst you walk these streets and sell yourself, your soul is turning
black, come to me for I await, Jack has just come back"
GIVE FEEDBACK
In the silence of a dying star, I wandered through the cold and empty space,
I, a dimmed light, falling into nothingness, seeking meaning among the shadows,
Until her cosmic pull caught me, called me with her silent voice,
I began to burn with new flames, melting into her mysterious light.
Each second that brought us closer made me lighter, nearer to the dream,
And when impact turned into embrace, I didn’t scatter into space,
I became part of her, merging with her endless, green forests,
In the vast silence of the cosmos, she was no longer alone, but full of song.
I sang in her deep oceans, where waves whispered ancient tales,
I rested in her skies, where clouds danced to rhythms of eternity,
Always held by love’s gravity, a magnetic field of unending desires,
Thus, I became a word spoken by the universe, an incantation of light and shadow.
In existential solitude, I found connection with the invisible universe,
Seeking meaning in cosmic chaos, I discovered the search is the path itself,
My verses flow like an underground river, carrying thoughts as precious gems,
And in this soul’s poetry, I found eternity in a moment of love.
Metaphors dance, esoteric symbols ignite the sky with unknown mysteries,
Ritualistic repetitions invoke a musicality that transports to poetic trance,
In cosmic nostalgia, contemplating mysteries, I became a dream of eternity,
For in her love, I found the lost star, reborn in the harmony of the universe.
Guys,do you know what is an oath?
An oath is a solemn promise or assurance Do oath and vow is similar? No,a vow is merely a personal pledge
But an oath is a promise made before the head
Nowadays ,oath is merely a declaration or it may be a verbal promise only
If you take an oath you will follow it at any cost Do you know, a liar is always lavish of oaths Parliamentarians take oath before the constitution. Will they swear to exercise their functions with dignity, conscience, independence, integrity and humanity ? Where there is a mental reservation. There's an official oath.
Offenbach to boyhood, I pined nostalgic
Tale of (H)offman woe (mine)
linkedin, speedier than quick
brown fox jumps over the lazy dog,
fast as fired ballistic
soon after conception, when
yours truly a mere embryonic
nudnik, nonetheless I venture
to advance hypothesis fantastic,
and farfetched as said theoretic
conjecture deoxyribonucleic genetic
housed within chromosomal material generic
human being eventually
coalescing into holistic
corporeal and spiritual essence intrinsic
being christened Matthew Scott Harris,
wherein unbeknownst manifest destiny poetic
primate took shape pronouncing
his bent quixotic
also riddled with predilection toward panic
attacks, generalized anxiety frenetic
disposition and moost definite laconic
demeanor most evident,
when he cast characteristic
contemplative, intuitive,
not necessarily universalistic
as unfavorable inherited, plus behavioral trait
generally articulate, delicate, intricate... pacific
progeny afflicted with psychological honorific
schizoid personality disorder deeply affecting
mental, physical and spiritual bailiwick
rendering him beset with idiosyncratic
faulty cognitive mental health issues
super tramping, thriving,
albeit teetotaling opportunistic
mailer daemons upending
with horrific, capitalistic, and academic
failures, (I will spare thee graphic)
details only offering synopsis
such as anorexia nervosa,
generalized anxiety, obsessive
compulsive disorder fatalistic
outlook encompassing pathetic
purposeless quirky ritualistic
counterproductive mindset atavistic
beastie boy propensity, who must exit
regarding call of the wild this urbane rustic.
What is love?
A visual reverence of well-intended discretionary words,
some ritualistic veneration of the beat of heart and soul,
a manufactured display of hunger and amourousness
an embattled vehemence in thirst quenching lust,
the renderings of innate ensuing warmth and trust,
the disquietude of hope-filled dreams and fantasies surfacing,
a fervidness burning the skin, blushing the face, pounding throbs,
that perpetual effervescence that draws one to another
lost in the eye of the unspoken word of love simply being all it is.
For Lu Loo's contest, free verse on love, using the following words:
reverence veneration hunger
amourousness vehemence thirst
disquietude fervidnness
perpetual effervescence
2/7/19
Because I would like, extremely mystically curious, to know my hidden destiny,
an unthought bewitched thought, from a me still alive in mysteries,
a self of the one carried by sacred waves toward the sea of eternity,
like a perpetual ritualistic sunset, burning like a candle of sanctified wax!
And another magical sunrise, to catch it in a circle dance of spirits dancing,
together all the ancient sorcerers, all the initiated adults, the dead legendary heroes,
even the eternal unseen children, the unborn-yet-born from us as prophets,
dedicated to you, enchanted beloved, you who from the stone of amethyst fate!
Like a ritual at death through magic, you sculpt them with the silver chisel,
until you will have engraved the infinite contour of destinies in runes,
because there is no room for mortal present, but only legendary past,
the invoked absent? yes! a future present to be relived through spells!
Of crude mystical existence, which exceeds any profane imagination,
especially that of having definitively plunged into ecstasy - visionary,
into your own transformed, alchemical consciousness of radiant crystal,
birthing me as a sacred repeating infant, from absolute cosmic non-being!
Stained with the pained red of hot passion of astral colors
of smoky violet mornings of the quintessence of ritualistic dawns,
and through the same magical esoteric thrill, still as a greedy self of knowledge,
the ecstatic dizzying thought and elevated sense, I shall wander your temples!
Worthy of my divine madness of illumination and hermetic mysteries,
widow of a single mortal body that thinks through invisible channels,
you, ethereal phantom who dwells in temples of black marble,
you call me silently with invocations of whispers in the celestial pit full of stars!
And I collapse through cosmic portals into the cosmic abyss of dream,
I am present invoked in all the moments that have been prophesied by sibyls,
while you sculpt with starlight my astral face,
I become secretly initiated, I am born through ritual in the eternal moment that transcends!
In the magic circle drawn with dragon's blood and meteorite powder,
I discover my essence hidden in codes and symbols engraved in stones,
you open the hermetic gates for me with the golden keys of knowledge,
and my soul travels through dimensions where time is woven from spells!
It burns my heart and torments my mind
not loving you would be so unkind.
The breath, the touch, the kiss repeat
so tenderly sweet and indiscreet.
Cheek blush, fast heartbeat on the rise
meanings hidden in separate guise.
What set our souls afire?
Kiss me here, touch me there
run your finger through my hair.
Hold me close, press your body tight to mine
it's a moment in paradise sublime.
You drew me in by just a glance
as we engage in ritualistic dance.
Is this our moment of love?
Entwined bodies roll and slide
as easily as the evening tide.
Should there be a hint of any regret
our merge writhes in a tethered net.
Hold fast the brief interlude of fire
as we are wrapped within our passionate desire.
Rituals
are sacred
when they reconnect
what LeftBrain dominant
straight white privileged man
has transcendently and monotheistically
disconnected secular nature
from sacred polytheistic spirits
Earthly nature
divorced from Heavenly spirit,
power
from light,
empowerment
from enlightenment,
autonomous theological identity
from interdependent ecological experience,
personal health
from transcendent joy
Like segregating
sexual health rituals
from sensory wealth of regenerative spirituals
sacredly enriching both Yang LiberalLovers
and more mundanely conserving
Yintegral every day
red-blooded green conservation
PolyCultural rituals
of resonant positive is not negative,
resilient health is not pathological
cancerous wealth
Lives fulfilling YangYin in-between
balancing rituals
reforming divinely sacred empowerment
and profanely prolific ecosystemic
enlightened health/wealth
co-passionate care
Rituals,
sexual and sacred
are ultra-nonviolent sacramental
celebrating EarthMother's sacred
holy
holonic non-zero zen womb
of Yintegrity double-binary
ProGenitive balance
with Yangish LeftBrain
patriarchal EitherTop/OrBottom
conservative reaction
to protect healthy/safe conserving EarthTribe
through co-empathic therapeutic wounds
of historic win/lose zero-sum thinking
Unaware of positive
socio-eco-psycho-bio-theological flow
panentheistically co-operative
intersectionally co-invested
dipolar co-arising
bipartisan health-wealthing Left/Right
PolyPathic = Not(NotPolyVagal)
P=N(NP) strategic win/win
ritualistic systems
for resilient/resonant
global justice/peace restoring outcomes
Rituals
both naturally enlightened
and spiritually empowering
for health/wealthy EarthTribe,
cooperatively DNA-enscripted
organic mindbodies
formed and reformed
by co-passionate neuro-sensory systems
Seeking pleasing
pleasure playful rituals,
like making slow-grown
universally uniting
engaging
engorging love.