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It's no secret that many Deep Southerners decided to desert
To points North, East, and West, they trod to avoid the hurt
You would too if like us, you were kicked around like dust
Jim Crow built a Social Order nearly impossible to defeat
There was lots of sowing, and very little to reap
But in spite of Jim, faith and hope grew deep
Most lessons learned never came cheap
Education was key, but ignorance was hard to beat
People learned to endure the bitter and embrace the sweet
People would say, "Some day, some way, I must break away to find a better way. Enough! Enough! No longer can I stay;
not even for a day. So much dismay and disarray;
everyone must have their say".
Her refusal to change often puzzled me
We searched for freedom in Land of Liberty
Broken in defeat, many retreated to avoid her pain
Others fled her muddy delta fields for city sidewalks
They risked it all to exchange their misery for gain
Some have returned to their roots where they remain
Written 022507, Posted 060521PS
Jesus taught us to pray, "Deliver us from evil". We are often confronted
With a choice of evils in which we do not have the luxury of ignoring but
Rather a challenge to engage both the secular and Christian culture. In
This modern and convoluted day, how should we then pray? Many times,
The choices are cleverly intertwined into the political mix and subtly situated
Into the pot with the frog who never recognizes his day of doom. How shall
We then pray? Obviously, the Christ way is the only way. This is the delema, but is it really? This is the opportunity, but do we dare take it? It becomes a delema when we refuse to engage. To not engage is a lost opportunity.
To disengage is a sure recipe for disaster and total control of the social order.
But the people of the Book have been called upon to resist the devil with the
Divine promise that he will flee. Without the Master's grace and touch, I am frustrated, twristed, and confused. But with his enabling and authority, I am
Driven full speed ahead. If we are discerning, we will see the silver lining and find God with his unique purpose and plan.
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Pandemonium and lawless chaos sovereign-ties
Authority they've placed on themselves
Narrow -minded thinking they have supreme power
Doltish rampant among docile people devoted to
Enlightenment in their lives, but enthralled by empty
Malignant influence words being exerted on society
Optimistic about their oncoming future
Nations can only be divided
In continual and dynamic oppositions.
United, people of the world yearn for securities of structured social order . We
Must make ourselves strong
8/5/2016
They manage to keep a fanned flame
These ones with no claim to fame
They don’t trade, build or make
Yet heralds ogle for their sake
And I to myself only wonder
That I find no rhyme or reason in my ponder
But I keep my opinion conservative
For my appetite craves no weird narrative
That one can be famed for nothing
It just doesn’t fit my hearing
Once there was respect for the audience
Until stardom clouded many a conscience
With sound worth one had to be endowed
Before presenting oneself before a crowd
And a few had glimpses of glories
With quotes and works transcending histories
Others galant warriors and wise chieftains
Glorified outlaws and vilified villains
Men had their names on their rights and wrongs
As preserved in folklore, poetry and songs
And until ideology once more underpins
Character, manners and disciplines
Ethics, decency and social order
Evil will have many for fodder
To be grazed on and trampled underfoot
Thinning fortune that another may have loot
And if you cringe at this possible end
Then with every fibre of you strive and fend
For the return of righteousness in our midst
As the bare and common at the very least
K. Muitherero.
These times are near their totality
It is not because of man’s impudence
It is not of man’s desire for change
It is just time, and time…
For the will of time’s maker
A time for newness
An epoch for a re-Earth
Time for reconciliation
An era of restoration of Eden
Time for oneness of purpose
Time for a new world system
And a new social order
A Time according to His promise
And In this Time,
Uprightness is to reside
...and
Mourning dew’s teardrops will dry
...and
Floras shattered spines will straighten
...and
Our mental tempests will dissipate
...and
The arid regions of our hearts will bloom
I hope to see you there...
In my game of life
I play sometimes against,
and sometimes with,
Time as Other player
Playing against
seems to have bad odds of feeling like a winner,
while playing with time
feels like we both win,
at least some Time,
especially if we simultaneously stretch
our love for gaming
together
more than apart.
In my Evolution Game,
playing with and against Time as Other,
my rules emerge natural laws of healthy
and unwealthy
economic trends
and social order
and political balance
witnessed by elder spirit voices,
iconic memories of past plays
with diastatic/static
diastolic/purgative
evolving rules of vocational recreation with co-passion play.
Nutrient rules flowing through my veins
and out through rivers of arteries of positive/negative trees
deep fertile cuts and folds,
articulating primal neural streams with suboptimizing substreams,
swelling mainframe-economy with synaptic political revolutions
dispelling cooperative win-sufficiency contentment,
more sustainable midway rest from playing against
one
or more Other.
Now, in Time's anthro-game of evolving life
s/he plays sometimes against anger and fear memories,
and sometimes with love and peace future investment
with winwin outcome intent,
co-arising regeneratively healthy Anthro-Egos as EarthTribe players,
also running coincidental WinWin, WinLose, and LoseLose
comedic and strategic and tragicn
naturally emergent health functions and dis-easing pathology
with transitionally revolutionary co-incarnate bilateral form
as indigenous anthrocentric PlayNice frequencies
of EarthTribe Time.
In our love of healthy environment-winning games
we play sometimes against win/win
inside/outside communication stretching regenesis,
and sometimes with win/lose Othering
unnatural unloving death-wishes
The reverse of
strategic nutrient-nurture optimization players,
whenever and wherever we can hunt and haunt them up,
make them up as iconic gods and goddesses,
as necessary to harvest win-winnowing wealth
together
better than apart.
In this funny little evolution game,
it is wrong because impossible
to harvest winnings we have not seeded,
as individual ego players
and as a potentially EarthTribe
of team-life is for love players
and not lose/lose hate sayers.
The tributes keep pouring in and my heart is singing a wonderful hymn
The lines are getting longer and the passions are getting stronger
They stormed the streets in a hundred thousand throng; people of all color and creed, husbands and wives holding hands and little children marching along with flowers tied up in bundle to express their love for the diseased queen. The flower memorial is swelling on every corner and the barricades are everywhere giving a touch to the social order.
They come from Europe, the Middle East, Australia and North America. They come from Latin America and the Caribbean; they come from Asia and Africa with gold and silver to show their respect to the queen. The airports are crowed and the hotels are full, all roads lead to London, by air, by sea on land and on foot. They come from France, Germany Italy and Spain, they are all there. The crowd is getting bigger and the passion is growing deeper and my heart is singing a silent tune
The procession began at balmoral estate when the Landrover suddenly broke through the gate carrying the body of the diseased queen and her only daughter accompanying her on the long journey from Scotland to Edinburgh and Buckingham palace in London, cruising through villages and town, farming communities and breakaway cities and the anxious crowd gather in the street showing their love for the queen. The Face of love, faces of pain, somber face, faces that have nothing to gain watch the procession as it journeyed through the winding street to its final destination. I could hear the whispers and the cries and now and again she pulled out a handkerchief to dry up the falling tears.
A sea of flowers converged in the square with a powerful message from the heart. I remember the queen from the start I can see her dainty smile and I imagine sitting with her for a while having a cup of tea. Just yesterday she was with me talking about her family and I am sitting here bearing the weight of her coffin. The dignitaries are coming to town, and they will meet at West Minister to pay homage to the queen. Everyone will meet at west minister Abby to pay the final respect to the queen and so the legacy of the daffodil lives on and the story of cactus hang on the window is showing its sorrow, And the lotus is dancing in the stream.
In Us We Trust
Jersey winds cool western beaches, hold the sun up high for more,
Sand and errant toes wildly breach as easterners go to and fro,
In there lies such great divides, for each and all of us,
With backs turned and arms folded, fall into each other's trust.
Create our fate, take our hate, and toss it into the wind,
Stand in the light, so nicely bright, it'll never ever be dimmed,
No one has more like before, all equals we shall be,
We'll learn the balance that nature bears, with owl eyes we'll see.
If we choose wrong--we'll belong, on suffering's behalf,
We should live lives that are innate to us and a decent life we will have,
Suffer not of what we value, and not of what we discard,
Set by our social order, 'tis ways and means that caused.
All of us can live a life that bears, one of modest means,
Ne'er wants like the Jones' have, 'tis our own everlasting dreams,
Unshackle the chains that bind, us all to that is of greed,
Move us closer to nature than we could ever try to be.
An hourglass sucks us down, it keeps us from our goals,
Until we turn things right-side up again, never lose our control,
We venture the thought, we'll make a start, of our liberty,
Maintain our rights, or make a fight, that favors the majority.
Nay to money, superiority/clout, appearance, and status,
Our ability to interpret what it means, then joy be a constant to us,
Treat the world equitably, then all will be much smoother,
In one accord, that will be it all, harmony is in our future.
2019 May 26
*3rd Place*
Musical Inspiration
~~Joseph May: Judged 2019 June 06
Hello. I am Jim Crow, and I was born in America after the Civil War and met my fate many years later after much civil unrest. You may have never encountered me, but some things about me you might already know. I was not a real person, but rather a caricature designed to berate, distort, and ridicule an entire race of people. I represented a system, behind which stood millions of people. They gave birth to and upheld me proudly, using me to implement their blood-letting ideas.
I caused lots of pain, inflicted massive wounds, and was responsible for the death of many innocent people. A psychological nightmare, I had no desire to change; but I was left with little to no choice. You see, people create the systems they want to live under. People and their ideas changed; perhaps others simply disappeared to fight another day. So I also changed, and more precisely, also disappeared. Most of my closest friends would rather pretend that I never existed.
I resided in the southern region and inflicted innumerable emotional scares on certain people. My social order demanded that there be separation of Blacks and Whites. I know. You heard and read about "Apartheid" in South Africa; in America, it was me, Jim Crow.
I must say that it was not my idea to talk about these things. I along with others were given the theme, "Let's Talk About It", and was asked to write something about abuse. So I decided to write about emotional abuse, the type I'm most familiar with. I inflicted lots of it; so I ought to know; I'm Jim Crow. The inhumane treatments to my fellow humans are too numerous to note. I never believed they were humans anyway. Realistically, the only thing inhuman was me, Jim Crow.
As history now reveals, I am no longer around, needed, or desired. I wrecked and ruined lives, causing havoc upon generations of people until the whole nation said, "Enough!". I'm Jim Crow.
8317PS,Let's Talk About It, Richard L., 1P Personification
"In those days there was no king in Israel:
every man did that which was right in his own eyes."
Bible, Judges 21:25
The word 'Anomie' is new to my vocabulary, but
by definition, I am well acquainted with 'Anomie'.
It is "a state or condition of individuals or society
characterized by a breakdown or absence of social
norms and values, as in the case of uprooted people".
I consider myself fortunate to be a citizen
of a country whose form of government is a
Democratic Republic. I pray that it will never
change this government for and by the people.
As a nation and people, I know from whence we came,
but presently, I dread to think where we are headed.
Yes, ours is a 'King-free' nation;
Neither dictatorial nor 'mob-rule;
A nation of laws and policies with
Statutory restrictions that are designed
to hold every person accountable.
Notwithstanding, every generation, it seems,
initiates change and a cultural revolution.
I have experienced abusive laws. Moreover,
I have also witnessed mayhem in the streets.
Human co-existence demands a standardized social order.
From a very young age, I was taught in public school
that your rights end where my rights begin. No one
benefits from a society whose social interactions
have become a narcissistic jungle.