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The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted.
In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth.
Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so he may shine.
'Tis to be a deliberate endeavor ... they call life.
An unaccountable ledger of sums ... know he the worth of it.
For in that great beyond is an opened book ... ere his youth.
There'd be certain measures that wretched body ... once unmasked.
Natures of a retired validity ... that aloof vainglory.
Tarries an elusive shell ... the semblance of human sorts.
A cub sponged in denizens hound ... the spoils of settled earth.
Masques of the poor scores yon ... and indifference spared them from their kind.
Their pain slices him whole ... in this grand finale of truth.
The role he crawl from under ... frees a den's claimed orphaned cub.
He conformed to their ways ... indulgence begets an awakening.
De-sands a timepiece from Giza ... transforms the silent lamb.
Qualities of Osiris ... no longer foxes kinsman.
Without manipulative truth ... mainly defines reality.
Loss crept e'er so close ... as circumstances affront him now.
The iniquities ... recorded in that hallowed ledger,
He lay claim to its authenticity ... 'twas him who'd inflicted;
upon those who were of wickedness ... and the righteous few.
He included self ... in self-afflictions of great numbers,
wherever the blame may lie ... be it concerning his existence,
thereupon points those sharpened fingers ... deserving of it.
Repentance for his sins ... subjugated through crying eyes.
His life for another ... sans a name or a face in lieu of tears.
They shared the deafening silence ... two muted distinct smiles.
One in tears looked onward ... to a face of blessed assurance.
The last boat edges off into the dark ... desperation arose.
A great clamoring ascends ... into the bitter abyss.
The hymn, "Nearer My God to Thee," ... the chaos stops to song.
Ships officer calls out, ... "Abandon ship, every man for themselves."
Lost lamb hopes his roll's called up yonder ... as his last words read ...
To presume to write to someone about courage
and not complaining, don't importune or make dying people cry.
I've always said Leave me alone with autumn.
Don't stand around my bed, I won't be in it.
Over 7 years after he died, I finally looked
through my father's papers. Couple of unclaimed insurance policies,
savings bonds, our genealogy and on graph paper in an engineer's
block lettering quotations from The Seat of the Soul.
Reincarnation and karma are the chicken soup of the soul,
the after life is the reward for our colossal imperfections.
Along with banking instructions, he'd underlined
this: Your soul is immortal. It exists
outside of time. It has no beginning and no end.
Every time you ask for guidance you receive it.
If we are not at home in the world, contributing purpose,
we lose our desire to stay here -- ?and we die.
The physical world is an unaccountable given in which we unaccountably
find ourselves and which we strive to dominate to survive
or it is a learning environment created jointly by the souls that share it
and everything that occurs within it serves our learning.
Sin is activity directed toward self rather than toward service
to others. Sickness is sin. Almost any condition can be corrected.
You are part of God, therefore, think in a godly manner.
If you cannot accept this, forget it all. Do not even begin.
The first act of free will: How do I wish to learn?
If we participate in the cause, it is impossible not to participate in the
effect.
We shall come to honor all of life sooner or later.
Until you become aware of the effects of your anger, you will continue to
be an angry person.
Walking is the most commonly suggested exercise. Also, breathing.
"Thy will be done." Concentrate on that!
These expressions of certainty, conjectures and guesses
were inscribed by him in block letters on graph paper.
I believe that writing is like spilling blood out of the carotid
Onto a canvas of sponge
This sponge can never be satiated
It takes generations and trillions of miles of neurons
Just to make a stain
My marrow is strained in such a glorious fashion
In attempt to produce even more lovely RBC's
So that I may contribute but just a mere speck
On this ethereal construct
Today I saw a man with hollow eyes buying homes with the skulls of rats
These homes onced belonged to living souls
The money machine came rolling in with the disinterest of a cow chewing cud
Masticating the precious juice from the canvas that once served
As a font of energy, an expulsion of electrons, something sacrosanct
To those who felt alive in a world consumed by dead, ridiculous intentions
Now
All of the canvas-blood-sponges have dried out in these places, and
As a result
The universe seems to recoil back in on itself as if in fear of
The disasterous implications
The dust seems to layer the meninges ever so slightly
Until I realize the fact that by doing so, I allow the miscreants running
This synthetic freak show of media pogrom and unheralded greed,
To stand in Pyrrhic victory
Somehow this is all
Compounded with an unaccountable need to accumulate as much
Material nonsense as possible because it helps fill
The inexplicable void
I just want to keep pumping blood out onto this convoluted stage, and
Scream in the ignorant face of the man arrogantly cutting others off
During rush hour as though where he needed to get to was so much more
Important than everyone else's destination
The disconnect is here
Look into the countenances of those around you
Thankfully there are those rare souls you see periodically
With some light left behind those orbs
They haven't been made grotesque by the modern world
They have been spending time with their canvas
I can’t help but notice Remain think Leave want to roll back the clock
as if we could again rule the waves with a million ships in the dock
they say we dream of an empire on which the sunshine never stops
using this assumption they’ve invented just to mock
They live with this idea that a bigger EU is beneficial
A theory I can see that in practice is unofficial
as what we have are law makers not subject to the law
weather correct or flawed they are all unaccountable
Meaning that we vote for puppets disconnected from their cause
waiting to receive direction from some unelected fools
who work within a system budgeted with no rewards
with loop holes easily corrupted and elite untouchables
What’s the point in elected locals who listen to some far away vocals
we gave political control to the colonies so the people made the calls
because a bigger sphere of influence means one does what one ignores
as a centralised government knows that one size don’t fit all
You must control your population the same way you lock your doors
to stop the overcrowding those doors connect with walls
it’s not a racist action when it’s the one most logical
and BREXIT was the only way to ensure ours is ours to rule
Going where the taxi goes with wealth you have amassed
yet you don’t drive or pave the roads you just follow the track
where traffic lights and junctions appear random on the map
as 27 others have agreed they should do that
I don’t believe that politics is what Europe dearly needs
it just needs interlinking ties existing mutually
so everybody benefits without a governing body
making sure we all have knowledge of our history!!
So many of them abound
They make for a burdensome crown
Worn by a government needing to be overthrown
Is it time to kick all these bureaucrats
Out of town?
The mangling of democracy by quangos
Is the new autocracy
A daily cross to bear
For which we have a lot of resentment and fear
Straddling every aspect of now
And extending even into the future
These supposedly independent devils
Terrorize us who try
To live independently
Against them we dare not blaspheme
OFTED AND OFCOM and OFGEN et al
Wield enormous power
The bureaucrats are demi gods
Who chastise and never seem to praise
Tied and severely beholden
To a host of unaccountable gremlins
We live and breathe to always please
Those unelected saints
That bless us not
They do as they wish
With scant regard for any common sense or Legality
They rampage through our lives
An unstoppable machine
That is of no moral use
They can maim indiscriminately
Controlling
Rearranging
Flattening
Castigating
They must wholesomely control our daily grind
Hiding behind rhetoric
They expound regeneration
They lambast NIMBYS
They cherish infamy
They never behave like you and me
The dictats of box ticking quangocrats
Is a travesty for common sense and individuality
This oppressive culture of domination
Maligns citizenship and innate responsibility
We are a public most savagely traduced
When we allow a stranger to do with us as they choose
MY SIBLINGS' FATHER
JUDGE BURDON
other children feared monsters under their bed
i feared the one living under our roof.
his hair was nimbus black
with a storm's thunder in his voice.
his fists were freight train brown
ball bearing knuckles
frostbite blue was his touch
with empty icebox eyes
his smile untrusted
growling words spoken like tangled spaghetti
he was my mother's husband
my siblings' father
a childhood of baseballs never thrown
bruises and shattered bones medicated with lies
happiness diluted with tears
in a house with screams undetected
when asked what i wanted to be
i testified "far from here"
now, fiber optic home front news
faceless words
cancer eating away at your life
with the fury of a piranha
your disease now my champion
fighting with the courage i was unable to muster
your epitaph written in my adolescence
while plotting your midnight homicide
again you leave
unaccountable for your actions
i'm left to wrestle with the demons
not the strenght to forgive
my memory too scarred to forget
i'll keep the battle lines drawn
your monument
let the puzzle piece fall where it may
good bye old man
you'll be missed like a pit vipers bite
your pain can no longer touch me
from the grave.
Deja vu
Always without expectation, some instinct prevails,
opening with uncanny coincidence....
Ambiguous recollections... earmarking telltale, immediate recognition
Overshadowing reality, ... unleashing mysterious awareness
What explains the intriguing familiarity, obscuring conventional understanding?
With a tangible energy pulsing into places of the unconscious present,
a look, emotion, memory, inkling, hovers over, with unmistakable similarity,
and the experience, has intriguing, quite obtuse conclusions,
unaccountable happenings....abstract, without explanation,
strangely insightful, not obvious, somewhat undefined
While, all strange emotions will intrigue the orthodox,
Fascination undermines reason...alluring me, enthusiastically
to invite the offered baffling uncertainty
Here's a simple experience, maybe intuition's memory, outside the usual
Mysterious acquaintance without explanation
Be intrigued.... recognize omnipresence
which unravels rigid assumptions......while entertaining the imagination
This overwhelms convention. Unlike the antiquated, let's embrace these
incredulous things of life, .......unexplored
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For David William's Contest: Con-Vow
Villanelle : When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Proclaim citizens who kill under the patrie’s pennant heros
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride
Killing for your god even to ward off a remark thought snide
Fellow believers’ll enshrine your name in martyrs pantheons
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Leaders lie cheat slander even – forbid – commit fratricide
Citizens shrug shoulders and pass it all off as political woes
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride
Sick secret service scions see to it their victims all slide
Down the slippery slope of unaccountable anonymous blows
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
And yet leaders and preachers claim peace for all with pride
Their individual charters and scriptures back sinister goals
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride
Why then history relegates the greatest actions taken at tide
To memory’s junk pile where fester countries and their heros
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Occasionally, I arouse an unaccountable dislike
Even from those who love me
I don't give any reasons, none at all.
Maybe that's a reason.
But then why don't I dislike them?
I have no desire for perfection at all
It might seem pretentious, but it's true.
I accept everything as it comes. This insidious advice
I heard from the Doors when I was a kid. A variation on the theme of time
And an echo of the end. Everything ends, and not according to a timetable
For there's no timetable, though someone sees it
And knows when my train is coming
But will I attend in time, depends on a happy occasion.
The train will take me to the plane.
I’ll make a change, to get to you.
Otherwise, there’s no me.
Maybe its for the better
No one will be troubled to notice
Such a subtle matter, as someone's absence.
Seems that I lost the thread of
What I was talking about. Nevermind.
Just take me as I am
You know me better than I know myself
Now I feel like a scallop on a scree, who lost the shell
Rescue me under your shade
Look at me with your loving look
That I know so exceedingly well
Give us a chance, while we are here
Who knows for how long this time.
Going against his own promises, Donald Trump's administration deported the first DREAMer we know of—someone with the legal right to live, work, and study in the United States under the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) program. His name is Juan Manuel Montes.1
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On February 17, Juan Manuel was walking to a taxi stand in his hometown in California when he was approached by border officials who asked for his papers. Though Juan Manuel was legally authorized to live and work in America through the DACA program, he was deported to Mexico just hours later.2
This is a direct consequence of Trump's mass deportation agenda and an unaccountable agency. Juan Manuel, who suffered a traumatic brain injury as a child and has a cognitive disability, must be reunited with his family in California as soon as possible.
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