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Why does this resonance of love,
lovely resonance,
feel so complexly complicated
to achieve?
Complicating,
complicit in felt imperfection
While red hot hate
burns resiliently,
remains pure
and uncomplicated,
unnuanced,
Vengeance is Mine!
bright as red anger
smoldering in cold
black coal fear
of perfect disregard,
contempt,
anxious judgment,
shaming blame
unequivocal unilateral conviction
I was right
to never truly love
in that unredeemed
leftist win/win compassionate
Not Right RedBlooded win/lose
competitively traumatic
capitalist-patriarchal
monotheistic
punishing way
Of anthrosupremacist survivalist sway,
HuMan MonoCulture Yang, LeftBrain dominant
dissonantly against
EarthMother PolyCulture Yintegrity,
RightBrain prominent EarthTribal
interdependent living systems
unraveling out in partisan bipolar directions
CoArising dipolar dynamic
four seasonal erections
green ecopolitical healthy wealth
win/win organic
Breathing in polypathic Taoist reverse insurrections
of bicameral body/mind
co-governing buried projections
for feeding
and watering public/private health
root chakra
eco/theo-logically polytheistic
living sacred double-binary
emergent information
Joy/Integrity body health
is green mindwealth safety systemic,
neuro-network win/win optimization,
and eco/theologically cooperative
co-investments in mind-body
EarthTribe inclusive
co-empathic healthcare
Which may be why
does this resonance of love,
lovely resonance,
sound so complexly complicated
to co-intelligently achieve?
And feels impossible
not to fully co-invest
despite considering
all the LeftBrain dominant facts
of Earth's eventual mortality.
It's not really worth it after all.***
It's not really worth it after all.
So why in heaven's name,
Should you smoke one more
Cigarette, or cigar or pipe?***
It's not really worth it after all.
So why in heaven's name,
Should you smoke one more
Vaping? Why should you
Smoke weed you know what
I mean marijuana! ***
It's not really worth it after all.
So why in heaven's name
Should you slowly commit
Suicide on street drugs,
And/or overdosing on
Prescription drugs! ***
It's not really worth it after all.
So why in heaven's name
Should you overdose on
Narcotic or non narcotic
Pain killers? And slowly
Commit suicide? ***
It's not really worth it after all.
So why in heaven's name
Should you extinguish your
Life's candlestick by committing
Premeditated suicide? Just how
Very badly do you really want
To Die? ***
It is true, we only have one earthly
Life! We do not get any second
Chances to get things right!
Have you ever considered Where
You might end up spending
The rest of your eternity!***
There is only heaven and there is only
Hell! Instead of terminating your life?
Why not turn instead to your newfound
Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!***
There is no rock in roll party in hell,
Only plenty of rock in roll musicians
And/or other unredeemed performers.
There are demons and other lost souls
And Satan himself and his fallen angels! ***
Jesus Christ loves you enough to give you
His free gift of everlasting life! You may
Not get another opportunity to determine
Where you are going to spend the rest of
Your eternity!***
Just freely confess your sins and ask Him into
Your heart's door! Just give Him the golden keys
To your heart's door! And furthermore freely
Confess Him as your Newfound Lord and Savior!***
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
December 28, 2020
Belief is the nemesis of uncertainty,
in times of torment we keep faith
in God's gift of blessings bestowed upon us.
In a world without morals
Children of summer seek refuge
in colder climates; leaving behind
loved ones in the care of the almighty.
In days of Devilish darkness,
sad stars hibernate like somber souls.
Upon the return of solitude,
whilst shaping strings of silence,
a troubled tongue becomes a soundless voice.
Reminiscing unredeemed memories,
heartbeats echo gently at nightfall,
as a black blanket covers indigo horizons.
Shrouded shadows in manipulative mirrors,
shield the sensitivity of sincere speech.
Without words, embodied emotions,
integrate into invisible inflictions.
Perpetual pain from a poisonous past,
repeats in an unrhymed repetitive rhythm,
as fragile fingers trigger hidden trauma.
There are secrets in suppression,
with so much lost in a suicide of expression.
Spiteful spirits reappear, reflecting like
neoteric neon drops on midnight shores,
washing away forlorn forgotten footsteps.
Trials of time leave behind trails of truth,
as facts of fate fail in this false fairground.
Reflections of regret resonate a reality,
where the world is working on its own worries.
In hollow nothingness, no one offers holy hope -
only silence remains.
As snow covers frozen shores,
hearts look to horizons of higher powers.
Hope for a prospect of principles
from our creator, creates
realms of reverie offering refuge.
Lost in a moonlight dream world,
dormancy evokes pale hued horizons.
A serene scene of saffron, scarlet shades,
glowing gloriously in a devotional dawn.
After an advent of adversity,
ascending in adornment of appreciation -
born again blooms blossom to butterfly breaths.
When each day begins
and each evening ends
knowing Earth is within our redemption intent,
our commitment to Sacred Earth's restoring Grace
within ourselves,
within our families,
within our communities,
within our humane-divine
nature-spirited species,
within our multi-species relationships,
within Earth,
upon Earth,
around Earth,
through Earths emerging sacred climates
cosmology
theology
ethology,
Then those economic and political
and personal and sexual
and relational and intimate
and vulnerable co-redemptive intended activities and investments,
evolve co-empathic awarenesses,
grow moments of bilateral Grace consciousness
transpire to transubstantiate
occurring and re-occurring event patterns
and rhythm landscapes within
and climates without,
in-between these dawn and dusk sacred wonder events.
To do less,
to invest less than everything,
is to risk Win-Lose harm to oneself,
and to one's sacred democratic cooperative trust
in truths restoring justice
over lies and errors disintegrating relationship,
To cooperate nondually more, so less dualistically interpreted divisions,
and dipolar, so less bipolar competitions,
and appositional, so less oppositional assumptions
between God's HolySpirit
and MatrioticEarth's Holonic Nature.
Judeo-Christian Creation Stories
are invitations toward restoration
of primal NatureSpirit Relationship;
not judgment against the too-secular, fallen, and unredeemed.
When our teachers teach other-phobia,
then we are listening and following
and too often voting for
false fake-evangelical prophets
of God as a Wanna-Be Totalitarian Fascist,
a Hater of Evil destining HellFire Futures
more than a MultiCultural Healer
toward Love-Lives Eternal.
We identify fake-patriotism
by discerning divine-humane rights
and wrongs
of monotheistic triumphalism,
rather than Gospel integrity
of profound Love
for Sacred Earth.
When each day begins
and each evening dissolves into
Sacred Earth's restoring Grace
within ourselves,
within our families,
within our communities,
Then those economic and political
and personal and sexual
and relational and intimate
and vulnerable activities and investments,
transpire to transubstantiate.
I cannot reveal all my sins,
only God knows their damage
and the gravity lying within.
It is a list filled to overflowing
Greater than the unredeemed and unknowing.
But in humble penance,
God pours in grace,
bringing back an ancient purity,
a reflection of love and tenderness,
reborn in traceless sincerity.
So now I watch all my words,
I tame the body and its impulses,
letting silent conscience instruct me,
teaching me what virtue knows.
I entrust myself to God’s hand
that guides me in everything,
I strip my mind of all vile thoughts and vice
And live anew, blessed on the shores of Paradise.
Health brings freedom to live
intentionally
resplendently
maturely
resonantly
integrally
regeneratively
compassionately
resiliently
kindly.
Freedom is personal,
but also social,
political
but also economic,
ecological
but also theological.
Health requires freedom from addiction
to beliefs:
Some people are born to rule
and own Earth,
while others are born to be serfs
and slaves,
laborers
and frightened/angry addicts.
Some people are born
to be born again,
while others are born
to be unredeemed,
idol worshipers,
poor,
sinners.
Some straight males are born to be White
Evangelical Supremacists,
while others are born
to be Other.
Some people are born to extract
from healthy Earth
as they choose to expand personal
and corporate materialistic "wealth".
Others are born to be entertained by,
and sometimes envious of,
these violent stories
of capitalistic rape
and plunder.
Multicultural dreams of inclusive democracy,
expanding throughout all cooperative economic strata,
encompassing all politically engaged genders,
all nations and tribes,
all positive energy systems
to regenerate a global health network
of wealthy freedom
for all interdependent creatures
globally here below,
and those who fly,
and revolve,
and generate light
power
energy,
These are ancient
indigenous dreams
of non-addicted trust,
non-dualistic Truth,
polycultural free-trade outcomes
for EarthDwellers,
EarthPatriots
EarthLovers
EarthSabbath Worshipers.
Regardless of age
gender
race
left-brain dominant enculturation,
colonizing violent history,
capitalism's win/lose supremacist games,
energy's zero-sum secularizing theology,
degenerative ecological fears
and angry
unfree
fossil fuel addiction,
consumer-driven overpopulation,
lack of freedom to sleep safely,
to live healthy outside
in familial communion
with Original Sacred EcoFeminist Earth,
etc.
The Dali Lama,
born to sainthood?
a view I doubt he would support,
says his religion is kindness.
Perhaps his spirituality
resonantly respects EarthMother's kindness
and unkindness--
much easier to do outside
than inside a dimly addictive
unfree temple.
The Assembly fills
with naturally optimistic,
yet kinda predative, ego-voiced ecologists
ready to discontinously
self-righteously prey
on hopelessly reactionary rightwing antifeminists,
To pray for successful zealous warrior missions
against an evangelical BadFaith shared Rapture
toward EarthDeath
monocultural
monochromatic
anthro-supremacist
degenerative
Capital-headed lose ecologically
lose theological monomially potent
chaotic entropic demise
Of any further win/lose anthrocentric risks
outweighing win/win climatic opportunities
to avoid total EarthSystemic collapse
for all remaining organically empowered
enlightened sacred Life potential.
This ReVisioning Power
also Light Assembling Voice
already regeneratively replete ChangeChoices
with spiritually experienced theological ecologists
continuously
contiguously praying EarthMother pro-activists
with green
multipartisan
health vocational wealth
of multicultural GoldenRule
endorsements
New, yet old, win/win Great Transformational Deals
feeding cooperatively owned and managed
polycultural
multi-generational adventures
in universal gospel compassion powers
with, and not against, shared interfaith compassions,
secular contrasts,
sacred comparisons,
Both Left/Upper hemispheres of Truth
and Right/Lower holistic Beauty
circling
triangulating Power is Light appositions
dipolar co-arising,
and not so much bipolarizing
partisan non-co-gravitations
Reactions only looking back
against unredeemed win/lose
Business As Patriarchal Colonizing Usual
financial bottom-feeder lines
against Earth's Great Bounty
of enlightened
for co-empowering
eco/theo-logical green sung
as well as everyday danced
liturgical compassion.
Whilst at school, in the years gone by, when as a child,
Impish I was, and sprightly too, but not so sure of my mind;
Followed the old teacher’s dictum, “memorise by rote,
To succeed in life”, she said, so I got into the hard grind;
Truly, the best of my growing years, I had burned out,
Losing my sweet innocence in, fun filled frolic and play;
Coming of age, dilatorily, I realised, an axiom of life,
Nothing shall be gained, and everything lost, if I delay;
Deep in my heart, before college, I was so foolishly certain,
I was the one to have a broad, sentient, and an open mind;
Years of academic pursuit have scholastically conditioned me,
Graduate study promised the rainbow, but coloured me blind;
In the birth, infancy, and adolescence of a growing mind,
I thought, perceived, and believed everyone called me “blessed”;
Gathering my senses, from the stupor of failed endeavours,
I realised late, but for good, they had actually said “distressed”;
Rising from the ashes, determined in taking up a position,
I staunchly, believed in core integrity, and plumped for justice;
The grand old existing system, of bureaucracy, among others,
Taught me the principles I was proud of, now is my nemesis;
I know not, and care not, what predicaments and problems,
Might appear today, tomorrow, or the more distant future;
I shall forget the past unredeemed, and enjoy the present
Indescribable, nothing can dampen my exuberant nature.
mbfarookh ©
I was born in a landlocked getaway town
Where all the colors were black, gray, or brown.
Jobs at the steel mill were ratcheting down.
It was not in my future to stay.
So, I took a long walk off a very short pier,
An unschooled, untraveled recruit buccaneer
On a quest to cross Neptune’s vast salty frontier.
Hopped a slow boat to China one day.
Underway on the Crescent City, it seemed
The ocean was wider than I’d ever dreamed.
A ship load of sinners, our souls unredeemed
Steaming west toward whatever there was.
Keelung told Hong Kong to call Singapore.
Subic Bay badgered Mombasa for more.
Sea legs, as always unsteady ashore,
Even more so with liquor and drugs.
Bilge water sloshed in the depths of the hold.
The mizzen mast learned what the typhoon foretold.
I was sea duty tempered and Shell Back enrolled;
Wasn’t nothing but maritime norm.
I was born in a hard luck blue collar town.
Half the way broken and half the way down.
But time gifts its renaissance scepter and crown
To a jack tar who’s weathered the storm.
Blind sight scattered my wits
Like whitened bones
Across the deserts of my mind.
I descended into blackness.
Love shrank into the tame cat
By the fire,unacknowledged hate
Grew to fill the room.
I stared too much,
A full stop grew gigantic
Crowded out
All the words in the sentence
I saw nothing but this dot
Now a gigantic black hole
Into which I was dragged.
An energy coming from within my own head
Sucked me into the black hole.
That place was the wrong sort of dearkness.
Within that full stop,
Love Fundamental became invisible.
Disappered into the dark.
I dragged my eyes away
And saw the moon appear , so eerie,
It shone,grey silver.
If I had opened my eyees wider
I would not now lament
What I destroyed in the wormhole
Of the black dot that drew my eye
Into a tunnel of darkness
It blinded me to the light
Did not let me read the sentences
Beside the full stop.
An error of focus left hate
Unacknowledged,unmitigated unredeemed,
Kept from love or goodness
Afraid to spoil my love with hate,
The fear of hate became
That which spoiled all else else,
By freezing Love itself.