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Standing high upon the knot
In my ladder years,
I claimed to be the king.
Now, the crown horrifies me.
Still some gentle cruise is within me.
Like Saturn turned upside-down.
Would we notice the madness in the crème?
If there’s anyone that’s going to point the way for you it’s me.
Not out of self-aggrandizement, out of pure love,
And full, final redemption for all my short-comings.
How do I stop the avalanche?
Why do I feel I need to stop the avalanche?
Is it really an avalanche?
Or do I like playing with visions,
Responding to my own antics with mock melodrama?
Let the bizarre stay bizarre.
I’ll be in the corner selling coconuts.
I've come to say a few things about our political involvement,
Important is this because our future is on the edge of precipice,
And is dangerously tilting irreversibly towards enslavement,
If urgently not arrested we pay the unholy bitter Price.
How easily a people once astute and meticulous,
Got swerved towards the edge of political escarpment,
Punders sane mind, so absurd and so ridiculous,
Though it be inflicted by unnegotiated predicaments.
Then make I bold to interrogate and not to despair,
To investigate, scrutinize and not to speculate,
Prescribing solutions so simple and so straight,
Least I be misjudged and suspiciously at glared.
Despise not that which I say because of its simplicity,
For truths, real truths unadulterated are always simple,
And need not be subjected to unwarranted duplicity,
But be accepted by souls learned and simple.
Is this predicaments not caused by lack of participation?
Was it not caused by poor political permutations?
Are we not plagued by lack of proper political calculation?
When against action we choose unfounded speculations.
Have we not indulged so much in self aggrandizement?
Have we not taken the destructive path to political oblivion?
Have we not despised the Zikist ideology and movement,
When we choose "sit at home" in every election?
Refused we not to galvanize 20 million votes for our leaders?
Have we not disdainfully despised our leaders,
And make it practically impossible to organize us?
When we claimed that politics is not for us?
What else on the negotiation table do we bring,
Except the uncalculated threats of secession?
What if on the table 20 Million votes we bring?
That would grant all our interests protection.
Oh! What is he saying? Does it really matter?
All we want is our freedom from this contraption,
Their political system is bedeviled with corruption,
So we do not want to get involved in their matter.
In the final analysis it does not really matter,
What the political system is - whether it be perfect.
We do not need perfect political systems,
We need political participation that's perfect.
I say this one and I cease to say no more,
I Say not everything for want of time and space,
But that we participate even as we continue to ask for more,
As people of peace who for others set the pace.
You are beloved still
and thoughts are tender
which mine mind speaks softly
unto my heart
so secretly are they
conveyed within mine self
to be hidden from you
that you might not treat them
as inconsequential
or lightly esteemed
for so many give praises
on clothing external
for so conspicuous a talent
I sought the face behind
the visable
that core of tapestry
of character so clouded
by the gloss what the world
deems ascent
where a mans praise
is what he paints
and not what he values
to color this orders conceit
as the heigth of expressions
and self aggrandizement
over ones peers
as healthy competition
and pulled are we
twixt the masters
a heart which dispises injustice
and the accolades of the systems
praise
I can not love the world order
though I care dearly
for its children
I despise its values
do we judge that its princes
have more worth
than its paupers
that the rich
have more virtue than
one not holding wealth
in admiration
what standard has the world raised
does any exceed
the absolute laws of love
what have been its reflections
the mirror of its values
what fruit has it produced
answer me this
from whence is its source
that its display might be
seen in its depth today
that mankind hold
no accountability
to the cosmos or himself
but the mad pursuit of
self importance , ego
yet I would lend you my
esteem for so great a many
qualities
that I love in man
that I seek in them
those things that are true
treasures yet
and shall always be
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
The country is at war again
War of hustle and bustle for power
Power for self aggrandizement
All in the name of democracy
Birds of prey are in full flight
Hunting for the Carcass
Of the comatose nation
All in the name democracy
Friends are turned foes
Adversaries have become strange bedfellows
Scuttling shamelessly from one nest to another
All in the name of democracy
The country is at war again
Tension and pressure everywhere
This is the season of double-speak
All in the name of democracy
Truth stands on its head
Lies of yesterday
Have become truths of today
As mendacity has murdered credibility
All in the name democracy
My Dance of Poetry
When my soul and I dance in accord,
Then and only then
Will I be able to write my poetry.
I cannot get more than I give!
Yes, I comprehend the world is indexed
aselfish place,
Where to be number one muddles all
minds,
And we forget love is more than just
being kind.
To see we bless another soul, is indeed
a noble goal.
Gratitude for this gift of poetry comes
from God.
It's really not our own doing, I realize
that sounds so totally odd!
Staying true, writing my very best
That's all God asks~ it s a noble quest.
We write down our words, we think
They are terrific.
Others look at them as nothing more
Than a traffic ticket.
This is my personal mountain to climb.
To keep on going, even though, this eats
my whole day.
I'm not here for self-aggrandizement,
But to support others on our mutual-
soul trip.
Panagiota Romios
4/23/2019
1:40pm PST
The third eye of Shiva!
Demons reduced to ash!
Ego seeking this power-enigma
That ascension it may encash
Beginning thus with a nebulous concept
Identity craving for Godlike enablement
Adopts yogic techniques suspect
To awaken kundalini from containment
Lucky then are those who fail
To prematurely arouse the serpent power
More oft than not we hear cries & wails
Of ill-timed fellow beings who in fear cower
Overawed by body instruments we forget
That the goal is about union of self with Self
Unless in purity of being we stand erect
We best put self-aggrandizement on the shelf
This preamble aside we now plot the path
Of the journey of kundalini from root to crown
Each nuance, each pulse a holy sabbath
In stillness we cognise, in inertia we drown
The foremost aspect to keep in mind
Is that we are entering unchartered waters
Thus all limited knowing we leave behind
Getting to the core of the energy that matters
It all begins (and ends) then with our heart
A yearning burning to connect with the divine
We know not the way or how to start
So in gentleness resistanceless we simply align
Let us liken this journey to a union with our lover
Our beloved who is asleep
In rippleless stillness we are ready to wait forever
For our twin flame to awake from sleep
Such is the determination and the loving resolve
Nullifying the impact of time
Hearts choosing to connect not a problem we solve
We simply surrender to our inner chime
01-August-2020