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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

BothYang and AlsoYin

It's hard to think in Either-Or Deductive,
while speaking and acting in Both-And Inductive.

For example,
If my Brother is kind and loving
(and he usually is),
and really not all that judgmental and condemning
with his wife and kids especially fond,
and the grandkids,
outrageously,
and if he understands himself
as a BornAgain EnvangelicalOrthodox Christian,
which also means an Economic and Politically Patriotic Conservative,
especially among rural MidWestern USA proletariat rootedness,
he might become concerned, on occasion,
with conserving the economy
of my Too-Heterodoxi-talkillogical,
and not HeteroSexual enough, (0)-Core OverSoul--
presumably nonexisting Holy Spirit/Body of Christ.

When we try to discuss his EitherWin Salvation
or Lose my Condemned Soul to Hell,
it becomes problematic.

When I respond that I share the generosity of his loving concern
about my future Hellish decomposition and timeless dissonance,
absence of ecosystemic-healthy identity through bicameral-consciousness,
and I am also concerned about our economic and political Hellish degenerative pathology right today,
anti-intelligent anti-ecology,
too-Yang LeftBrain Dominant enculturation for too long,
Too Patriarchal-Capitalist-Yes
but Matriarchal Cooperativist-No,
instead of BothAnd, obviously bilaterally self-regenerative!

The Hell of Body of WesternCapitalist Christic Holy YangInvasions-Yes!
but CoArising Body of Eastern nondualist Wisdom-Teleology--don't even speak of it...makes no sense...does not compute...too heady...not healthy-not regenerative empowering, 
using Either/Or Oppositional-Deductive Dominant WinLose Gaming Assumptions.

Yet the evidence of cooperative-regenerative evolution
is ecological-balancing--Yes (polypathic positive)
AND
the too-competitive-survivalist Win v Lose
degenerative devolving disinvestment--Huh?
cognitive/affective dissonance, head/heart-chakra distance, from: 
healthy Bayesian correlational trend relationships 
[P-Yang = N(NP-YinSquared=WinWin], 
+1/(-,-)EulerianBinary-BiNomial (0) Primal-Temporal EcoLogical CoRelationship 
of Light/DualDark Thermodynamic FullOctave-Double-Fractal Appositional DiPolar 
Tao-Nondual CoArising Yang/Yin (0)-EcoLogical GeoPolitical Balance.

Personally, and famiially,
and even NorthWestern extended EarthTribally,
I am part of our continuously rising and falling
of Western CalvinistChristian-RomanCatholic-MohammedIslamic-ConservativeJudaism Patriarchal Fundamentalist Colonizing, Missionizing,
Persuading and Terrorizing and Aggressively PoweringOvering AlienRadicalism.

My own development, and my Brother's,
suggest, sometimes unkindly nihilistic and ego-slavishly,
that we can have both our SoulConserving Strength
to EcoLogically Progress, as well, co-arisingly;
following polypathically exegetical 
bicameral-bilateral correlationally dipolar-structured,
economic and politically cooperative-integral-integrative
FlowPower 
(Grace, Karma) 
both + and (-,-) 
ecosystemic-normative-nutritional-nurturing Tipping Point 
ReGenerative/DeGenerative HealthWealth
EcoPolitical Balance
as well, and not so swell.

I seem to lose him somewhere
in these EgoYang dominant unraveling
and EarthConscious YinFlow reweavings,
surfing waves of Tao-Christian evolutionary history,
red out and blue in,
breathe out to breathe in,
grow YangPower to integrate YinFlow,
ChristianWest-TaoEast revolutionary history.

This emerging CoOperative WinWin Game Theory
of ReGenerative AND DeGenerative Everything
(0)-Soul Balancing EcoPolitics,
following cooperative ecological-synergetic golden rules,
carries too much densely cooperative multicultural,
not to mention polypathological, spin.

His EitherOr cognitive-affective bilateral dissonance
assumes I must be,
at best,
too polypathically eccentric,
unbalanced, I suppose...
not deductively-centered enough,
not really quite rational
or true
or, I don't know,
not really quite lined up just too left
and not right enough.

I miss the ocean
and the ebb and flow of gusty forested Spring forward
and Fall back.
They more fluidly speak my Red/Blue multi-octaving language
of time's spiraling empowerment and disempowerment,
light with dualdark,
nondual co-arising ecosystemic Time
our health and pathology Ego/Eco Selves.

My fundamentally nondual EitherOr Body of Patriarchal Christ
hears my RightBrain Elder call
for post-millennial EgoCompetitive Ebb
to regenerate
reweave health in EcoCooperative Climate Flow, 
discussing the right-fundamental and left-radical values 
of an enculturation
that has fed us nurturing love,
in both thought and feeling,
which, had we not, bothLeft AndRight, 
included that which has been true and good for all EarthTribe,
I could not have become who I am today,
including the parts I'm not so proud of.

And yet,
he also cannot know
in his deepest ecological bicamerality,
that I BOTH cherish his Body of Christ Tradition
AND the bilateral flow of history's organic integrity
from which Earth's ecosystems have regenerated positive Yang
and degenerated double-negative YinYin,
WinWin Eulerian-Fullerian-Bayesian Correlational CoOperative 
NonDual CoArising EcoPolitical Health Trends.

It's hard to think in EitherOr LeftBrain Dominant
when speaking and acting in BothAnd Co-Inductive Integrity
is so much more reweaving health 
and regenerative WinWin play.




Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Alternative Facts with Feelings

I guess it never was
The way I thought it was
I say this only just because
You never came to love
I guess it wasn't so
Guess that's how the story goes
You didn't dig my flow
You didn't dig my flow
         Maxwell, Welcome, Urban Hang Suite

I heard it was true,
though anonymous sources rightfully become suspect,
that Central Americans
increasingly feel that the U.S.
is a long punishing and hostile wilderness journey
on their way to more Promising Lands of Canada.

I heard it is true,
Americans, as a nearly whole,
WayNorth and South and InBetween,
enjoy better access to health and safety,
especially for those without even a one-car garage,
more wealth of nutritional freedoms
and justices of equivalent creolization exchange,
than they, at least some, often younger,
would hope to find in these devolving DisUniting States,
investing in mutual LoseLose Assured Destruction
and disinvesting away from 
Mutual WinWin Health-Wealth Delivery Optimization.

I heard it was true,
that if all the U.S. homeless and hungry and not feeling quite so swell
were to occupy and cooperatively take over
all the U.S. owned and administered and share-holder molested operations
in Mexico,
to convert all those farms and fossil-fueled energetic businesses
to cooperative ownership and health-wealth optimal governance,
that Mexico would have an immigration solution,
and the U.S. would have a lack-of-immigration problem.

I heard it was true,
though it seems unlikely, I know,
that mid-eastern terrorists
are second generation supremacist fundamentalists,
and their militarized and terrified parents
were first generation oil-revolution fundamentalists,
believing Allah may have brought deserts and drought
and internecine feeding upon each tribal other,
but Allah has redeemed all with His gift
of seemingly boundless, in that pre-millennial time, oil-drenched riches,
fundamentally divine WinLose stuff
of competitive survivalist human unnatural life
verses the losing remainder of natural life.

I heard it was true
that if all those experienced with reversing desertification,
all Earth's permaculture designers and ecotherapists 
and cooperative incarnation incubators and midwives,
were to conjoin all the desperate young mid-eastern adults
to reverse their pathological climate trends
from producing deserts and drought, and mayhem,
to reproducing plants and people 
producing and consuming fields of grass and grains
and slow-flowing rivers,
cedar forests
and fertile food from healthier soils
devoid of ballistic landmines,
and planting solar panels and spiraling towers and wind turbines
shading and capturing vast sun's radiant perfections,
then nightmares of terror
could become daydreams of planting
and fulfilling multicultural harvests.

I heard it was true,
but whether yes or no
I could not honestly say,
that if U.S. residents
were more mindful of what riches and potentials other nations
and cultures already have to share,
of how climate pathologies cry out for climate health,
and if we disinvested from fear-mongered anxiety,
verging on paranoia,
about what other nations and cultures would deprive us of,
for lack of their own potential riches,
then this U.S. terrorist and immigration problem,
and perhaps European issues of similar WinLose ilk,
might become Earth's creolizing cooperative ownership,
and Self-with-Other management, unmitigated resolution,
producing more multiculturally optimal health-wealth solutions
for all Earth's multi-polyculturing Tribes.

"I guess it never was
The way I thought it was
I say this only just because
You never came to love..."


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Faith Dye | Details |

My Brother

My brother is and will always be my Memorial Day
Of course I will always respect every warrior that fought let's say
My brother joined the Marines to get away from our mother at seventeen
she was mean, mentally ill, bossy, and out of her mind in between
so serving his country during the Vietnam War felt better to him
leaving all of us behind, going over there with the body count wasn't a whim
we all cried as he went out the door
mom cried the most and I was just floored
because she yelled and screamed at him all of the time
but today looked like she loved him so much and wanted him to stay behind
if he knew this and didn't have to think that she didn't care for him
his journey may have been so much better with more care and begin
to think of her differently like a loving mom
then when he was detecting land mines and hearing bombs
he may have been more comforted by love
looking at the stars up above
wearing peanut butter on his feet 
in the monsoon season
as not give the rats a reason 
to bite his flesh and hurt
they could drive you berserk
and the tunnels pray tell
they were a living hell
they would come out anytime
no reason no rhyme
hand grenades in hand
blow you up on their land
It was always a dangerous situation
you never knew when injury was a completion
you'd blacken your face up and find a tree
and sit real still and listen to everything carefully
because one wrong move could mean your life so
you had to be super aware to all the facts before you could go
to sleep for a matter of minutes perhaps a little longer if your lucky
things sure aren't the same since that plane ride all the way from Kentucky
so they put their helmets on their rifles in case they were shot at
they'd think that was their head and they would miss them flat
out right was the goal only some of them knew
and some of them snuck around to the front of you
to blow off your real head and shatter you
and if anyone say "medic" they'll shatter them too
it's just too destructive being there
you're a trained killer and it just isn't fair
You don't believe in Memorial Day, you say?
Don't stay in the states, we should run you away
too many men gave their lives for you to keep you free
we should throw you in prison lock the door and get rid of the key
this celebrates men like my brother, my cousins, good men that didn't come back
the audacity of you to talk bad about this day, disrespect them, the deck was stacked
not in their favor, believe me, we should've sent guys like you, their bodies hacked
to scare them, I wish I could scare you
no your not even worth it to do
anything to drop down to your kind
just remember when you look behind 
you, proud men gave you freedom believe it or not
you ignorant bastard you must have forgot
your daddy, your grandpa, somebody you know
fought a war for you and us and you show
no respect
to the rest
Happy Memorial Day!
Thanks to all you Women and Men whom keep and kept us safe

















Copyright © Faith Dye | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Nationalist Committee Problems

A problem for more successful Nazi leaders
during the early exterminating 1940s
was what would they be
should they no longer have any reason to war against
the soon to be extinct Jews.

Yes, they were a nation of Aryan patriots for FatherLand,
wanting to prove themselves a species of Aryan Supremacists.
but, what is an Aryan supreme over,
when Earth becomes a NaziOnly Nest?

History proved the Nazis wrong
about their military supremacy,
but also about the creolizing democratization strength
of cooperative-regenerative Allies becoming together.

And, already in world history of cultural revolution stories,
even Nazi academics must soon begin to wonder,
Could we have developed Germanic-Aryan ethnicity
had there been no Judeo-Abrahamic creolization enculturation history?

I am concerned
that the U.S. Republican Nationalist Party's Central Committee
faces a similar problem,
not about AntiSemitism, in particular,
but larger, more systemic, problems
of having only a
"What we are offendedly against"
economic and politically degenerative agenda.

When all Other nations and people and species and plants and Earth's organic systems
do not look and smell and taste and feel and sound
like the MonoCultural Republican Nationalist Paternalistic Political Central Committee;
when all lesser beings have been put in our rightfully suppressed
and oppressed
and repressed degenerating extinguishing places,
what then?

Who would be left
that anyone could cooperatively trust
to build a more regeneratively healthy world,
much less merely One Elite-Predative WinLose Sustainable Empire?
There is no one left to lose,
except by playing not so nice 
amongst their Other-destroying selves.

When political agendas
begin to look like menus
for who we will feed off next,
then essentially cooperative nutritional economies,
requiring deep, rich creole-nurturing norms and values,
curl up and eco-degeneratively die.

It's called over-grazing,
monoculturing expansionism
toward  ecopolitical Tipping Points
of elite-plutocrats left nakedly alone,
bereft of any proletariat ecosystemic fringe 
of and for nurturing bootstraps.

RePublican OverDeGenerative Investors,
over-exposed to a very pissed off pathologically barren climate
of drought 
and internally rabid
cannibalistic pestilence,
and then further disintegrating entropy
eventually re-emerge WinWin natural organic elements 
with more trusting mirror-neural nurture natures
to try slow growth polyculturing re-developmental ecologic,
more democratic transnational  climate-regions once again.

While Nationalist-Elitist Committees
continue their old-fashioned Eat or be Eaten survivalist mythos,
Earth continues Her wider WinWin platforms and parties
guilds and coalition networks 
for eating and eco-nurturing together 
is healthier than biting and tearing off alone.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Shanity Rain | Details |

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details |

POETRY DIVA S RHYME SCHEMA

POETRY DIVA’S RHYME SCHEMA
Pupa stupor you could hear the bazookas. From Bermuda to Aruba A super family reunion They were sophisticated, as they contemplated which cabins were theirs. When all came together, they became intoxicated, which caused syncopation in dance. Fun was on. Would they procrastinate in doing all once more? This was their party. Why agonize about it? They must leave satisfied from their voyage. Once scrutinized, his or her alibi would be pure enjoyment. Why would one dis a blitz of wits? Each had their glitz of show business. Hence, no pits of hell they would enter. The music was amplified. All analyzed their guest on the deck. The sky was clear of any obstruction. Social grouping would not awry. Each defies the heights of existence. A superbly bliss of women and men balling and dancing with such pride, would any decry from this symphony? Educated people from long-ago dissipated to integrate their souls, titillated via spiritual regime, which vindicates history. Preposterous, others exclaim. Clairvoyant to their domain, their voices was boisterous in the crowd. What choices, they asked, do we have now? Their children are alive. Boyfriend is the thriving that plays the game out. To eliminate the destruction of us, we rejoice and we are poignant. Shape Abe agape, broccoli rabe taken from its scape. We are humans no apes. Denizens, citizens of this state are residential specimens in deputation. Poetry Diva’s Rhyme schema unearths arrestingly. Veterans of the stratosphere are contradictions by what has manifested. ___________________________________________________________ WORDPLAYS ARE: 1. Sophisticated 2. Contemplated 3. Intoxicated 4. Procrastinate 5. Syncopation 6. Satisfied 7. Agonized 8. Alibi 9. Amplified 10. Analyzed 11. Sky 12. Superbly 13. Awry 14. Defies 15. Decry 16. Educated 17. Dissipated 18. Integrated 19. Titillated 20. Vindicates 21. Preposterous 22. Clairvoyant 23. Voices 24. Boisterous 25. Choices 26. Boyfriend 27. Destruction 28. Voyage 29. Rejoice 30. Poignant 31. Dis 32. Blitz 33. Wits 34. Glitz 35. Pits 36. Shape 37. Abe 38. Broccoli Rabe 39. Ape 40. Scape 41. Denizens 42. Citizens 43. Specimens 44. Residential 45. Veteran 46. Aruba 47. Pupa 48. Stupor 49. Bazookas 50. Bermuda 51. Super ________________________ ~Penned on JUNE 10, 2014!~ A New Form by the Author - Verlena S. Walker.... Rhyme Schema (Any Form) Please follow the rules given by the author on Contest: by Member Page of PoetrySoup.com!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Chris Peers | Details |

That 70s show

Elvis at the White House meeting Mr Nixon the President,
not long before his wire tapping indictment.
Students murdered and injured at the Kent state massacre,
world wide sensational news this was not mediocre.
End of an era as The Beatles called it quits,
as solo artists they produced many more hits.
Mickey Mouse gets a house built by Mr Disney,
this make believe land was soon raking in the money.
A trip to Vietnam by Miss Fonda turned her into Hanoi Jane,
maligned by the press and the people she was in complete disdain.
Mr Fischer and Mr Spassky playing a cold war game of chess,
they fought a classic battle of wits in civilian dress.
"I'll make him an offer he can't refuse" said the Godfather,
this classic gangster movie won many an Oscar.
Martial arts lost Bruce Lee who became a legend,
his tragic death was shocking and sudden you could not portend.
Foreman and Ali went to the jungle for a mighty rumble,
at the hands of Muhammad did George unceremoniously crumble.
The first black man to win Wimbledon was Mr Arthur Ashe,
with style and grace he served and volleyed with a back hand smash.
Concord takes off passing the sound barrier and cuts flight times in half,
perhaps a notable achievement since the wireless telegraph.
July 4th 1976, America celebrates its 200th birthday,
celebrations abound to remind from England they did breakaway.
Three beautiful detectives hit the screens known as Charlies Angels,
for many teenage boys these ladies became bedroom pin up models.
The Village People danced and sang about being In the Navy and the Y.M.C.A,
dressed in iconic and outrageous costumes they celebrated being gay.
A peanut farmer called Jimmy Carter became the President,
no second term for him it just wasn't meant.
Luke Skywalker and Han Solo became Star Wars legends in a galaxy far, far away,
fighting Darth Vader and his Stormtroopers to keep the Galactic Empire at bay.
New York suffers a power outage and for two days the city was dark,
chaos ensued with panic and looting in the streets, just wasn't safe to go to Central Park.
An achievement in science, a test tube baby by the process of in vitro fertilization,
benefiting millions of women who had difficulties with ovulation.
There's a new Pope in town, a polish guy called John Paul the second,
a spiritual and political influence much respected and reckoned. 
At Graceland, the King of Rock 'n' Roll Elvis Presley died,
the whole world mourned and his fans cried and cried.

Copyright © Chris Peers | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by gregory boyer | Details |

AMERICAN SOLDIER RISE

A FOREIGNER ASKED THIS QUESTION OF ME
“WHERE CAN I IN U.S. FIND SOLDIER TO SEE?”
HIS ENGLISH WAS BROKEN, BUT CLEARLY RECEIVED
YET, HOW COULD I BEST EXPLAIN WHAT I BELIEVED
THE ANSWER I GAVE TO THIS QUESTIONABLE TASK
SURPRISED HIM ACCORDING TO WHAT HE HAD ASKED
I SAID, “AN AMERICAN SOLDIER WAS MORE….
THAN SOMEONE ENLISTED OR SENT OFF TO SHORE”
“AN AMERICAN SOLDIER HAS MORE TO BE SEEN….
THAN A MAN OR A WOMAN IN CAMOUFLAGE GREEN”
HIS QUESTION HAD MADE ME LOOK DEEPER WITHIN 
BECOMING AWARE OF HOW BLESSED I HAD BEEN
I POINTED MY FINGER AROUND SO HE’D SEE
THAT ALL THOSE AROUND US WE’RE SOLDIERS TO ME
INCLUDING THAT SMALL CHILD NEXT DOOR PLAYING BALL
THAT PERSON SALUTING THE FLAG STANDING TALL
THAT FATHER AND SON OUTSIDE PLAYING TOGETHER
THAT MOTHER AND DAUGHTER EMBRACING EACH OTHER
THAT DOCTOR OR NURSE SHOWING CARE TO THE ILL
THAT ELDERLY VETERAN-QUIET AND STILL
THAT CASE WORKER HELPING THOSE WITH SPECIAL NEEDS
THAT MINISTER PRAYING FOR ALL TO BELIEVE
THAT BANKER AND POSTMAN WHO WORKS ALL DAY LONG
THAT ARTIST AND SINGER WHO PAINTS US A SONG
THAT SINGLE MOM DOING THE BEST THAT SHE COULD
THAT TEEN WHO CONTINUES TO LIVE LIKE HE SHOULD
THAT AMERICAN IMMIGRANT LEGALLY HERE
THAT MAN IN HIS WHEELCHAIR YEAR AFTER YEAR
THAT PROTESTER MARCHING AND SHOUTING HIS VIEWS
THAT SPOKESPERSON GIVING THE SIX O’CLOCK NEWS
THAT CHRISTIAN WHO’S KNEELING AND PRAYING ALONE
THAT MOTHER OR WIFE WORKING DAILY AT HOME
THAT WOMAN WITH CANCER IS ALSO A FIGHTER
THAT WIDOW WHO CLINGS TO HER MEMORIES TIGHTER
THAT MERCHANT THAT SELLS US OUR FOOD AND OUR OIL
THAT CHILD BEING BORN ON AMERICAN SOIL
THEY ALL ARE AMERICANS DOING THEIR PART
AND IN SOME SMALL WAY THEY ARE SOLDIERS AT HEART
I ENDED MY TALK BECAUSE HOW HE WAS STARING
AS IF WITH CONFUSION AT WHAT I WAS SHARING
HE THEN, IN HIS CUSTOM, STOOD STRAIGHT WHILE HE NODDED
LOOKED AT ME AND QUIETLY-SOFTLY APPLAUDED
I THEN SHED A TEAR WHEN HE SPOKE THIS TO ME
“AN AMERICAN SOLDIER IN YOU I CAN SEE”
HE WALKED AWAY AND APPEARED TO HAVE FOUND CLOSURE
WHILE I STOOD THERE PRAISING GOD FOR THE REAL SOLDIER
THAT REAL ONES NOW SERVING RIGHT HERE AND ABROAD
I STAND AND SALUTE YOU AND LOUDLY APPLAUD
TO THOSE WHO ARE SERVING AND THOSE WHO HAVE DIED
FOR THOSE WHO ONCE SERVED AND REMEMBER WITH PRIDE
THE STRUGGLES OF WAR TO KEEP FREEDOM WON’T CEASE
FOR FREEDOM EXIST WHILE YOU FIGHT TO BRING PEACE
BECAUSE OF YOUR SACRIFICE GIVEN EACH DAY
I’M ABLE TO LIVE IN THIS GREAT U.S.A

THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE IS WHAT SHINES IN YOUR EYES
AMERICAN SOLDIER...RISE

Copyright © gregory boyer | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Destin Challenger | Details |

Muppets

it seems like today people shy away from what is true
so worried about the things people may say or do
but the way i am i could really care less
think I'm lying okay lets put it to the test
we live in the most corrupt country on earth 
the evidence in plain sight you don't even have to search
maybe like on 9/11 when America killed thousands of its own
scared the hell out of you then took every civil right that you owned
or maybe when slaves were brought over and put through awful conditions
gave them a bible and beat them if they didn't listen
so don't be surprised if people still kill while claiming they are christians
they told my people if they don't obey they'd go to hell
sounds like a made up fairy tale  so we wouldn't rebel
America is a country truly built off of lies
i won't even elaborate on the white guy from Africa with blonde hair and blue eyes
I'd rather talk about this green paper that just fell from the sky
the very thing my people chase after and for it they will die
never finding true happiness for it is a never ending maze
its hard to save some who when they don't think they are even a slave
despite what society depicts i'm proud of my people because its not what it appears
i'd have to say we are doing pretty good to have been slaves for over 400 years
all we see on tv is the worst representation so we can see ourselves as bad
but were angels compared to America just take a look into their past
so don't listen to that stuff that they put all over the news
the good outweighs the bad but that won't get any views
the thug isn't the black kid thats holding his pants as they sag
its the guy on wall street thats never portrayed to be bad
knowledge is power, you could never convince me that my people are thugs
when America has been killing forever while its just pushed under the rug
so no i won't worship your white jesus or salute to your flag
or fight for your country from love that i never had
i won't sell your drugs so i can quickly acquire your riches
i won't disrespect my black queens by calling them hoes and b****
i won't kill another brother that looks just like me
i won't walk around ignorant like you want me to be
i won't read your bible and i don't believe in your hell
no amount of money will make me change as my heart's not for sale
i don't believe my people are bad if you do that is a crying shame
so here are your strings back because I'm done playing your game.

Copyright © Destin Challenger | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Chris Peers | Details |

Social discord

This world is full of contrasting people good and bad,
in this theater of death,greed and blood,I'm sometimes sad.
Homo Sapiens are beautifully eclectic and strange creatures,
many have altruistic traits, others have no redeeming features.
Aware and enlightened efforts to educate the indoctrinated masses,
often falls victim to cognitive dissonance,intellectual erudition merely passes.
Others merely give a cursory look at tumultuous world affairs and dismiss what they see,
selfish and shortsighted,the narcissist's cry,"look at me,look at me".
Philosophical,rational and political thinkers like to critically engage,
while billions are suffering,making ends meet on a pathetic living wage.
What the religious people believe is part of their unscientific intellect and personality, 
unawares,they are conditioned products of cultural education and geographic nationality.
Many people are politically zealous and fervently patriotic,
causing the world around them to be painful and chaotic.
All around the world people are bereft of basic necessities,
as a selfishly entitled generation, demands instant gratification with immodesty.     
Social ill's are further extended by deadly bullets fired by the men in blue,
giving rise to further racial discord,escaping punishment or judicial review.
Political office's have become circuses full of psychopathic clowns,
while racially motivated attacks cause death and grief in our towns.
Late night talking heads and court jesters criticize and lampoon social outrages,
same old impotent rhetoric and caricature as evidenced thru the ages.
The current Presidential race is an embarrassment for the world to see,
causing the media and the social networks to further divide the bourgeoisie.  
Peace,love and harmony is desirous,somewhat wishful thinking with romantic appeal,
bureaucratic and military antagonists connive and conspire,its not profitable or ideal.
A small minority are greedily hoarding all their wealth, 
disparity and inequality is truly bad for humanities health.
The inner constructs of society are unfair and many do despise,
we need worldly equanimity with eyes that are honest and wise.
Pessimistic outlooks many people do possess,while others,
campaign for peace,love and understanding with like minded sisters and brothers.
A Utopian world is a charming and a naive dream,
in this dystopian reality you can hear the people scream.

Copyright © Chris Peers | Year Posted 2016

Long Poems