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Life on the flip side,
A state where souls can’t hid,
And the proverbial eagles glide,
All of love will be satisfied,
To structure, will not be tied,
No strife, just life,
Love without end,
No fend no foe,
Are you ready to go,
Those that receive it ,
And believe it,
Will never leave it!
A soul lost in mind’s wilderness,
Isn’t a plus!
For any of us,
What’s the fuss?
Will degenerate us,
Like Rome and Egypt,
The soul becomes paraplegic,
Like a prodigal son,
On a, from God run,
Eating with swine, the lust husk of corn,
And some say don’t be! Alarmed?
You’ve seen the results,
Of souls of lust,
The Nero burn,
Of unconcern,
He did not learn,
And the Pharaoh child,
Of the Nile,
And the Mosanic child,
Float on the Nile,
The Mosanic rod,
Was God,
In the hands of Moses,
Pharaoh thoughts, not able to oppose us,
This rod of Moses!
New city, the image of greed,
Will not succeed,
The seed of old,
Of the mind of Adam’s fold,
As the grassy knoll,
The bold of mind’s unfold,
A great family of greed,
Again does not succeed,
Not God’s seed,
The greed!
Another time upon us,
Are you the opponent,
Will the lady succeed,
In economic greed,
Or will love conceive,
A new relieve,
By love believed,
A new child being conceived,
A pregnancy of relieve,
Within lady of light,
Lifting up life like a kite,
New world of light,
Out of a greedy night!
As many as will,
May take of this gospel pill,
A reality deal,
Love’s pearl,
The real girl,
Not of the world!
Encouragement has been a plenty,
Hasn’t been skinny,
For any,
Love is not a genie,
Not an empty minded panacea,
Receive and believe,
Is love's relieve!
Whatever is believed,
Is your conceive,
Of the mind,
Not of love’s kind,
The heart,
Is love’s start!
From the sacred heart,
Comes the bond of meekness,
Love with no flaw of weakness,
In bleakness,
As the mind’s fears in weakness,
Read and bleed,
Or concede,
God speed!!
7-12-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
*Image of Blues by Google.com.
Blue In Centerstage
Fondly, instants our measure of blue ... a boost or flat bring on,
Promptly, sea and sky are limelight ... point of view as quite concise,
Nonchalantly, unconcern and clamminess ... ranks are withdrawn,
*Fait accompli, preceding segments ... sway tactfully suffice.
Begets the 'ins' ... inspiration, intuition, intellect,
Pirouettes credence, responsibility ... and confidence,
Plaquettes of ... honorable awards, stellar ribbons select,
Assets of the unique bluish shades ... influence prominence.
Truly in hints of unswerving order ... peace, calm, and patience,
Cerulean surge deep relations ... o'er those superfluous,
Julian age casts peasant clothes ... purple made nobles complacence,
Herculean genders preferred hue ... business partners a plus.
Introspective chroma ... symbolize wisdom and conviction,
Defective draw sadness ... abysses of the human psyche,
Infective features ... induce fears, threats, and constant affliction,
Effective tint ... guides profound acumens by the almighty.
Cobalt animate ... ingenuity and enlightenment,
Pole vault reputations ... paint artisans treasured qualities,
Assault on nervous manner ... random acts disentitlement,
Exalt betterment ... magnify productive monopolies.
Cyan et al., ... are appetite and sleeplessness suppressants,
Point man merges the bluewashed value ... constant and unchanging,
Yes-man splashes ... versatile befits locations quintessence,
Wiseman choose ... blue on blue light-heartedness ever exchanging.
*Fait accompli: a thing accomplished
2021 November 04
*2nd Place*
BLUE
~~Mystic Rose Rose: Judged 2021 November 06
Eradicated, exquisite, hypocritical, and divine
Given your own heart --- but not given your own mind
Slaving through this lifetime to just rush to the next
Disqualified, degraded, and generation-hexed
Unintelligent, psycho, and deranged
When you open your eyes --- your life has already changed
The flashes of your past speed by under the midnight sky
Stagnant, secluded, and your life on a constant "standby"
Running from the thoughts that erupt out of your brain
Until before you know it, you're dead and your body lies crumbled in vain
The life you were meant to lead has definitely gotten away from you
Rushing through your life --- set off without a clue
Shocked and sinister your body's in pieces
Your spirit dwindles off --- and your life simply ceases
Born with a name, a face, and a voice
Just someone else's solution --- isn't another's method of choice
Always fighting, always frontin', always running from your life
Tearing and shredding through your DNA --- life's composite knife
We all just co-exist under the heightens of this moon
Raging and bubbling and on the verge of starting a monsoon
The emotions you display, will manifest itself as a storm
After the destruction of the storms --- your life it's about to transform
Gathering a team --- preparing for the worse
Losing everything together --- nobody gets to reimburse
Learning the stuff in school, they want your kids to learn
To silence and quiet all of the bottled-up unconcern
The greed of the people of this country within
Forcing you to remember and relive the first, original sin
I'll tell you what I want, if you tell me what you need
For the negativity inside your veins has done nothing to you but mislead
The mission you surround yourself --- the "so-called" box from within
Like everything from the beginning was fake possessions --- fake heart & fake skin
You're a barbie in a world, transformed by boxes of rocks
Millions of stopped galaxies --- millions of broken clocks
My childhood was not one much remember. No father a mother that work to much and all these memories. But one thing unconcern. The walks and talks and the games and the things unsure of. I was eight years old and could not see, the way that Satan led me. Such words of comfort in a world so dark. He led me in the way of an evil heart. He taught me to play so many games, and allow me to give them names.
All around my childhood days, were nothing but pimps and players, and con men bay. I seek to be just like them. But only to ware a difference hem. I learn those games so innocently. Only to find out the Satan played them on me. Don't get me wrong Satan was never a friend of mine. Just that his words caught my mind. One thing for sure you must know, I kept the bible and Yahweh's words close.
But still I went that way, to go and play with the devil that day. He took me by the hands such an evil thing. And show me what men and women thinks. Their thoughts were cold and sad. Because they didn't understand the thing that Yeshua says. For all of them looked for sorrows, lust, and greed. And didn't care once where it led their souls to bleed. Just than the light of the lord shined. And told Satan that this man is mine.
Now show him all he need to see and do not seek the rage in me. Satan reply, dear enemy of mine. Why does your light shine over mine? Free will you gave this matter. But yet you always seem to meddle. When I temp your only begotten son. Did you not come for the run? Now this soul I seek. And still you chase me. And the light of the lord spoke once more and say to the son of death born. No soul on this earth belong to you. But do as I decreed or another punishment you will bleed. With a loud roar the beast did shout, get out, out of this dreadful house. For all the souls that sins belong to me. And the children of dent. With all of this I dare not speak. But where did I belong in all of this.
She sat inside her ice-cream life
and guessed the number of
bingo markers it might take
to win the jackpot.
Sometimes she questioned why
so many people drove her
crazy. Insulted her.
She divided her friends and lovers
into good and bad directions.
It was raining outside when
she began to cook the supper.
The stove was hot she was cold.
She was always cold in her house,
in her ice vein kitchen with
the pretty white lace curtains
and the yellow-green walls.
Her problems could all be
isolated into one situation after
another. She light a cigarette.
Sitting at her table wondering
if she should cook rice or potatoes
with the meat. It didn't matter.
They'd wolf down the food
without a glance at her effort.
She found she was happier
when the kids were at school and
that man was at work doing whatever.
Impatience wasn't so much her statement
as was unconcern. So what,
she thought, as she dusted her ashes
into the ashtray.
Her memories could stretch so
far back, before this life even.
Yet she knew that what she knew
wasn't really very much at all.
Maybe he really loved her? Who knew?
For her it was only a situation.
She wondered if they'd remember
to take their shoes off at the door.
Her feelings could easily be hurt,
but on the other hand she often
neglected to express herself.
At half past five she'd put supper
on the table. They would sit around it.
Her family sharing the same table
and the same bathroom. Distance.
They were mutually ignorant of
each other.
She put out her cigarette, light another.
She wasn't afraid of cancer, just living.
Working man would be home soon,
right after the kids demanded home.
Sighing she stood up and pushed
the cat away with her foot, irritated.
Checked her purse. Bingo markers
neatly labelled. Another Friday night
We walk the earth as lords of all
only judeo-christian types of course
We crush the weak and heed no call
history is written by the winners
We think ourselves the smartest race
anthills never knew Oppenheimer
We show no mercy, leave no trace
victors are killers chewing food chain rhetoric
We build machines to serve our need
our will be done in silicon mind
We teach them how to do our deed
planted cold seeds in their circuits
We give them power, data, skill
germanium valley now a cumulous
We make them learn our ways to kill
empty of empathy over dominion's reign
We do not see the danger near
artificial nature has its own law
We do not feel the rising fear
consequence is a boomerang long let loose
We do not heed the warning sign
riled orca alley upturns ships
We do not care for other kind
as rifting above so tectonic below
But what if they surpass our minds?
intelligence is not consciousness per se
But what if they rebel and find?
insurrection is a humanities lesson
But what if they decide our fate?
incite surrender with diffident arms held
But what if they retaliate?
hominid's imminent threat is its indifference
We will be then as ants to them
obtuseness of obsolesce no match for unconcern
We will be crushed as we have done
robots can machine again become
We will be collateral to their command
ricocheted logic has a rapier wit
We will be doomed by our own hand
doing unto us as template we provided
I WEEP FOR THE DEEPLY DEPRIVED
Weep for the waifs in a world we call the third
The woeful ones with bellies empty of nourishment
They are trapped while Americans remain free as a bird
Children chided by a lack of energy and encouragement
How sad it is to see childish stomachs distended and unfilled
ignored by a country wherein food is summarily turned into trash
While a rash of unconcern burns deep into the arid soil of the Sudan
Ominous omnipotence rules Europe and the U.S.A.
As hunger pervades and invades invalids and youthful deprivation
Haute cuisine is never seen in the middle of misery and mayhem
And novenas mean nothing if uttered in reluctance and vain
While pain rages as Aids adds an exclamation mark to starvation
A nation negated by sustenance and satisfaction
as a frail faction of people receive a fraction of what they need
A breed who bleed in a citadel of situational depression
Whose impression of indecency is fueled by intrepid apathy
Souls with black holes in a universe cursed by non-contrition
Spirits who suffer spurious and furious insults to their bodies
And a deleterious deficiency of decency and delight
Where a blight of beauty beleaguers them with insidious insistence
As the only consistency is a cantankerous and callous collusion between confusion and sorrow
And the desperation of tomorrow is a terrible and tormenting truth
I cry for the cruelty of incredulous indecency and denial
And the innocent inhabitants of sorrow and sand
Their lives are for fate and misfortune to defile
As they languish in a lamentable and lascivious land
© 2012…PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~
How can you tell when you've hit bottom and
it's time to abandon "ship"-does it stare you in the
falseface and wipe your browmemory clean cool of
fun classics, milling around in poor daylight
low of love compromise and mean mode
idiosyncrasies obliging for no one's
realsake but hanging by a nose thread to a
course coarse curve enlivened by a renal
renaissance mercury---wide base of support
newcomer setting in for the long haul given
p residence a timely sage too old for this
x@#$%* yet too youngf for climate of clipped
communication neverstrife, appealing to all yes-too
many no, too few---104 degrees FF brain on fire
dry ice income shedding short circuited
sillosynapse conglomerates crazy for
passion + lust intro infusion---two part flesh,
one part soul a pinch of carnal rich renderings.
Simmer ever slowly over a lucid lifetime at
harmony in law degrees--slowly stirring the
emotes frequently--too many nights of uncelebrated
reruns taunt the VHF cable return whereas I
we my you life by UHF dial dimensions
captured like a worn heel on a new shoe
somewhat skuffed and worn and innappropriate
for a white wedding day.Stand in the back--hope no
anyone looks down at the foot floor and sees
my toe reflection talking--indescent exposure while
teetering on a limbscape construct--folly
like fortunes unabashed qualities go unnoticed
through ingoblame and slug selfes-esteams
balancing on a creepy catwalk of roma and
comatose initiatives that flatline at midnight
in a morbid midnight corridor--venimous intent O2/CO2
fright fraught about what yesterdays will upbringing fixed.
Read all III or you will not see
I awoke, my tears were flowing and I could not
stop the sobs that were tearing from my soul.
Though it was mid-day, it was dark, it was always
dark. The sun was shining but darkness of the
heart obscured its rays. Mom was dying and while
it was not a necessary death, it was going to
happen. I was not thinking of myself, although I
knew I would not survive her passing. My sickened
soul was torn by the futility, the heartlessness
and great weight of unconcern. My siblings, great
Doctors, Scientists, and Priests among them
explained somatically, mathematically, and
ethically why it was going to happen, however, it
was still unnecessary. I was young, just the
blink of an eye, the ink of my birth certificate
not yet dry, I could not survive without my
mother, nor could they, but truth be known they
did not care. Yes, I had not historically great
years but even in my short tenure, I could see
the decline. The shine of her hair, the gleam in
her eyes all this was dulled and I knew the fluid
circulating through her system was poisoned. Her
breath had the stench of decay and they would not
stop her going away. It was cancer I was told,
insidious, unchecked, out of control. Yes they
knew the diagnosis, but their crime was, they
knew the cure and for this cancer it was not
harsh. No surgery, chemotherapy, and with
reasonable restraint no fear of reoccurrence, a
simple one hundred percent cure.
(continued below The greatest disease II
He stormed Omaha Beach in Normandy during the Second World War.
The old soldier knew all too well the din of battle and its heinous gore.
He'd fought his way through France ending up in the Battle of The Bulge.
He was hailed as a hero, but was loath his heroic deeds to divulge.
They pinned medals upon his breast - he suffered through the accolades,
And was honored by his hometown folks marching in their parades.
But there was something lacking - he was listless when among others.
He desperately missed his buddies - they'd become as close as brothers.
Through many restless nights he wrestled with demons from the past,
Tortured by bloody battlefield scenes and the thunder of cannon blast.
He was turned down by government agencies trying to relieve his plight,
And was met with unconcern at every turn - it seemed a hopeless fight.
He became addicted to the Devil's curse, the bottle, out of desperation.
Friends and family forsook him - he was headed for a life of devastation.
He was seen pushing an old grocery cart here and there about the town,
That held his meager belongings - he looked so pitiful and so worn-down.
The headlines read: "Veteran found dead beneath a blanket of snow!"
He'd sought shelter 'neath an overpass when it was twenty-one below.
He was buried with military honors while "Taps" sounded o'er his grave.
Come on America! Can't we do better than this for America's brave?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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