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All around, smoke ribboned from ashtrays
and mushroomed on the stained ceiling.
There, in the corner, F. Lee Bailey glared,
like a father watching his ill behaved children,
but, as children do, they ignored him.
Irving Kanarek leaned on the far end of the bar.
He was equally ignored,
as barristers sought their pecking order
in a gaggle of egos.
Over the bar a sign hung, "The Bench",
where ironically, the bartender, in jest,
would be asked to "judge" the winner of some petty spat.
Conversation was tediously interrupted as night progressed,
"Objection your honor,l he's badgering the witness"!
"Objection sustained" would ring out from behind the bar,
but amidst all the pseudo legalese, a pall hung ~
draping down the walls like smoke.
They must laugh for sanity but
the killer set free, who would kill again
became the dragon in the room
that would follow them home...
Note: F. Lee Bailey defended the Boston Strangler. OJ Simpson and others
and Irving Kanarek defended Charles Manson
"Pack the chairs,no souls will be entertained here",
Politics is stealing the future of scholars,
The faith is rather picking blemishes from religious pillars,
Can't make it plain to them of my changed mind,
Grew up along the coast,
Education wasn't a key boast,
Chasing money and abiding to words from our illiterate parents,
"Hey,...if you refuse to go fishing,no food for you today",fear really got itself filled us with adherents,
The punishment comes always with fatality,
What is known to be risky,we see it to be easy,
Trained with marshal laws,...and it's the powerful canes form masters in the halls,
Privileged men went ahead to acquire knowledge,because they had all it carried,
Knew what is meant by a treasure buried,
Fought tediously to overthrow the whiteman ruling over their integrity,
When nothing was induced much into us,eyes were opened to plenty,
Disappeared from home to where no man ever had an idea about,
Saved by a richman but lonely hunter mouse ,
Impacted into me in-depth understanding,
Showed me the realities of life;formal education without a payment,
"God bless his hidden soul",
Returned after so many years,
"Life is now precious and exerting greatness of me,
Society wasn't able to exercise recognition of who I am,
But yet still,I found my childhood friends fighting for success with grey hair",he noted well,
Expression on their faces proves their lost in the middle of nowhere,
Hailing his superiority among them,he was appointed as the chief advisors brain,
So many opportunities he gained,
His life was a breakthrough to the land he was born to cater,
He is a refined gold within a polluted water,
Inculcated intelligence into his fellow people scoop,
Few took it wholeheartedly;they had eyes for pride so they've made it in a bloom,
Politics practically went about chewing the learned knowledge as strict,
Coping with internal and external institutions,he raised a fine district,
But,his heart never desired for a truth;
What were deceptions to uproot?
Helmet of glory,
Passion for God plays the background of his officialdom,
Only blink of eyes taking a yawn,religion stole his referendum.
Unwise friend, you ask me questions
that even I cannot answer...
is any rose, without torns, ever
going to survive a harsh winter?
And is a flower withered by its own vitality,
or is a healthy and strong body
ever seeking a cure for its unfelt afflictions?
I sought the same answers in my younger age,
and while growing up to summarize an early maturity...
many events were none than a tragedy;
and the biggest of all: my unresolved rage!
An existence tediously lived,
and days foolishly spent...
like those of an infamous musician
playing his fllute to himself;
and if a passerby hears him,
he would be critized and rediculed!
Untaught friend, you search truth
and still can't find your own voice;
your unyelding words are muffled by noise:
the other senseless voice that hummers
a different tune...to find its purpose
in confusion without flair,
removing all the gray of the hair...
to make credibility so self-evident!
Clinging to unverifiable stories,
to prove yourself an admirable hero,so great,
doesn't make you stand out
in this very realistic time gathering evidence;
and to leave your mark and legacy,
not handed down by history:
is a deceitful and rejected thoeory...
to preserve this untarnished truth!
What grows healthy next
for PositivEnergy Democracy,
dearest,
in your humble
not so LeftBrain dominant
NegativEnergy Supremacy
opinion?
EcoSchools for secularLeft-sacredRight education
teaching and listening
to non-violent communication
restoring healthy climates
empowering slow-grow transportation
systems going from WinLose
toward WinWin.
That sounds too active ego/eco-conscious discerning
perennial organic design
than I've known cooperatively-owned action,
implementation,
installation,
incarnation
then cumulative evaluation
and re-seeding co-investments
in further dawning spring
of health re-incarnations.
We'll love more closely EcoVillaged communities
creating co-housing neighborhood spaces
seasonally healthing ZeroZones
for redundant WinWin organic implementations,
experimentally renewable installations,
cooperatively resonant systemization,
resilient creolization.
At risk
of appearing too LeftBrain deductively ordering
and monoculturally neat and trimmed,
precisely demanding and tediously grim
and retributively commanding,
I do like you better flexibly complex
yet restoringly accessible
more than merely chaotically comprehensive.
And I appreciate
your post-millennial
smart 2020 ReVisioning Revolution
for Left-Right CoTherapeutic Justice
and global Work That ReConnects Peace,
my romantic honey pot.
More of a ZeroZone spot
really,
dear,
just a bit more
toward my YinSquared and Cubed
Centering Network.
Right with Left there?
Inside your WinWin echoing
sacred ecological
Yang BigBang binomial
bilateral
bicameral 2020 balancing revision?
Honey spot
needs to stop talking now
and I'm actively hoping you will talk less
and mentor more cooperatively
as swell
Western WinLose Work
and Eastern WinWin Play that Reconnects
Yang Ego-health
against pathology
and for Eco-wealth
Prime ZeroZone Relationship.
What's next
for Yang-Yin
Left-Right
PositivEnergy DiPolar Democracy
dear,
in your humble
not so LeftBrain dominant
Gaian ZeroZone Hypothesis?
Tediously bored, Sir Drake
Prolonged afternoon of tea and cakes
Jam coats his chin with gooey paste
A beard of crumbs hangs from his face
His manner somewhat hard to grasp
Small fingers smother giddy laughs.
.
To sup he’d need a tuning fork
to confound the smacks from lamb and pork.
Lanky strands of cabbage slaw.
Gravy splashes grease his jaw
Pastries flurry dandruff flakes
A grubby mess, grandiose Sir Drake
Theodore Aka Teddy Bear
With soggy paws and matted hair
Needs a scrub from his stout chin
to the furry spats about his shins.
Carried off by loving arms
A bath restores his stately charm.
It comes to us all this thing called age
insidiously creeping up over the decades
surprisingly catching us unaware
we all know it is coming, its just when?
When do we realise our joints are stiff
and that we have grown so tediously slow?
looking back it seems like yesterday
when I was in full bloom of sweet youth
It is not the aches that I find hardest
it is the infernal time it takes
to complete the simplest task
hours doing what was done in a hour or so
Yes with age comes wisdom, sure, fine
I prefer flexibility instead of seizure.
Yet for us poets the greatest fear of all
is what if we lose our minds? Our Soul?
Would we know but be locked behind bars?
able to understand all that is happening
but be unable to articulate our thoughts?
if so the doctor saying "est La Morte"
Would for me be the greatest release
how could I live in a world locked away
unable to comprehend the written word
that so inspires and stimulates my mind.
i saw your smile, then fell from grace -
plunged like Icarus out of the lofty skies
and traded that innocuous, frigid space
for the beautiful muddle in your eyes.
i watched my clean slate begin to fade;
the homespun, pristine virtues turn to dust
and fully embraced the holy wreck we made
out of a placid, fragile trust.
because heaven is a mere patient cage
of tediously slow hymns and blinding white
in comparison to this colliding rage,
this enchanting freefall through the night.
if planting my feet firmly against your skin
means that paradise is forever lost to me,
then, by all means, let my sentencing begin...
for I will wear the wreckage quite happily.
On the flower petals of the blooming faces,
flutter the patina of chromatic luscious lips,
gracefully painted with alluring shades of lipstick,
the attraction amplified by the dazzling smile.
In the women’s winsome world of enticement
many things stay tediously the same unalterable,
but the colors of the lips is an option of change,
they all strive to try in various charming hues.
Realizing it’s a large fashion market worldwide,
I set up a modest factory rolling out array of lipsticks,
not competing with the products of L’Oreal or the like,
my business started booming, soaring to new heights.
But then comes the virulent corona virus from the blue,
making lipsticks for the masked lips rather redundant.
No takers, I have to close down my factory where now
I am making mask to survive in these difficult times.
May 16, 2020