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We are eager and much willing
To find progress in forgiving!
Long as we the future living
Reap the fruit of our own digging!
Stop the bloodshed and the killing
Heed the call and hear the feelings
Do not ignore or practice grinning
We are relentless in our bidding
Rugged, aimless not quite sinners
Think of us assumed caregivers
You will serve, worship, deliver
A stern warning for those who quiver
Through the bitter night that's turning
Underlies the rage that won't stop burning
Are the questions of their forming
Huge mistrust and reckless learning
Their wretched thoughts within them roaring
Thickening soup of malice churning
Now light and darkness in them blurring
Starts the signal of societies falling
'Bless the young mind!' said the screams
Touch their skirts and gird their seams
Feel the hems within their jeans
As they bring forth these lofty ideals
Is it wisdom or foolish extremes
They resort to usher in peace
Rip through curtains, burning machines
Find a vaccine, sweep the streets
There seems certainty in the air
Fog of heat and dense dispair
Of the future that lies bare
For all the citizens of this square
Still the rantings would play on
Such as a never ending song
Hope is future, lust is lost
Youth is freedom, wisdom be gone
With varying degrees of intensity,
my internal war rages on.
Freedom of choice vs. obligation to others,
a conflict that’s been fought since time’s dawn.
The battle requires a decision to be made
that personal responsibility must mediate.
Choosing a position to take is juxtaposed
to choosing a position to abdicate.
The skirmish renews each morning,
since the tempest percolates whilst I sleep.
There’s no option that involves fleeing
because the repercussion would echo too deep.
I long for a palatable solution,
which could usher in welcomed peace.
But my internal war will continue raging on,
'til I find an existential release.
A shaman priestess
Is deep in thought
Engaged in Meditation
on the fate
Of the earth
She is deep in the cosmic woods
In the world between worlds
Where she is communing
With the spirits of the universe
Who listen to her tale of woe
She tells them
Of the rise of the neo fascists
And the refusal to address
The possible end of the world
Due to run away climate change
She prays and prays
And finally
She receives an answer
More a prediction
It is all up to humans
She has two visions
Of a possible future
Two contrasting visions
One a dystopian nightmare
The other an optimistic vision
The first
The neo fascists
Seize control
And usher in a dystopian nightmare
That ends with utter destruction
Nuclear war
Nuclear winter
Ends climate change
As civilization ends
And mankind retreat to caves
And it happens
In a blink of an eye
In less than five years
The world will end
Game over civilization ends
The second vision
The optimistic vision
Humanity wakes up
From their collective night mare
Throws off the neo fascist cabal
And begin to change the world
Making the economy works
For all of us
Not just the corrupt 1 percent
The so-called masters of the Universe
They are overthrown
In a people’s power revolution
All over the world
People wake up
Demand change
And slowly the world
Begins to recover
And overcome
The dark hours
Of the present age
The shaman priestess
Returns home
To spread the word
It up to us
To choose our fate
The end is indeed near
It is darker than you think
But it is not over yet
If we choose the path
Of the cosmic light
And overthrow
The neo-fascist cabal
And restore democracy
And peace will break out
And all will end well
If not
Well she says
You have been warned
The universe has spoken
So, mote it be
april 16 poem for April Poetry Challenge
Your rage's a fury that's all pain,
blight, and a plague of blood-red rain;
as though the fearful will of God,
and Sovran that one dares not trod
on, you're a wrath which raises Cain!
And like a thunderous, loud peal,
by a thunderclap we all can feel,
your explosive temper blasts our coasts,
destroying all that we love most,
and forcing us to shrink and kneel.
A violent and baneful squall,
you bode misfortune for us all;
and oh, woe! Like a perfect storm,
you're deadlier than just the norm;
and worse than pride before a fall.
Ah, but behold! Your blood-red rage
now is transformed by God's writ page:
for though your life's one of hopelessness,
you are still a work in progress
which will usher in a Golden Age!
Garlands of light wrapped around our hearts. Let us gently usher in
the festive season of Hope, for with every smile we offer, we win.
Joyful as can be, we celebrate His birth by being present
at this very moment !
May God create in you an atmosphere of love, and may he open
the windows of your soul this year, so that you may illuminate others
on your path and journey.
That legendary year when Christ first appeared on earth,
well that must have been a true eternal moment of great glory,
For His Sacred garland of Devotion is still emitting light after all these
years. Today it is our turn to share our garlands of light, with each other.
Let us hold space as we wait for the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ !
Amen.
GLORIOUS TWILIGHT
G reat escape from the mundane, humdrum affairs
L ying on the sea-shore savoring pleasant twilight
O pium to the eyes, more it craves to witness this delight
R ecedes the Golden globe behind the horizon out of sight
I nstilling a fresh hope that there will be a new rise soon
O ptimism that as dark phase fades, it heralds a new boon
U ndeterred to face challenges, this is a preparatory phase
S plendiferous message to stay brave, to act and not laze
T hreshold between life’s dawn and dusk it depicts
W aves the gentle sea breeze to the retreating birds
I nviting them the next morning to play new games
L eaving to the night to swallow the pent-up feel
I nvoking peace in mind that rejuvenates our souls
G leam of yellow, crimson and scarlet red as they scatter
H arbinger of healing touch and love it will usher in
T o each one who after every fall learns to get up and win!
Date: 24th September 2016
What is it about love and poetry that makes it seem divine?,
What is it about heartbreak and music that makes me want to feel it?,
What is it about anger and paintings that makes it appear so beautiful?.
Because I lack the metaphors to explain my affection,
Because I lack the melodies to communicate my affliction,
Because I lack the skills to express my aggression,
So what do I do?
I put pen to paper and I scribble,
Circles and cycles,
That illustrate my deepest emotions,
Like a black hole made of blue ink,
Puncture my pages and make the ink leak,
Stains on my palm like blood,
Feeling it would feel better if it actually was.
So if there was a metaphor to define my emotions,
I'd say a love song,
Smooth enough to usher in the vibes,
Easy on me enough to carry me through this hard hell,
I'd say an artwork,
Beautiful enough to call its God's creation,
I'd say a sonnet
Fourteen lines with a rhyme scheme, a pivot and a dramatic change.
But really no work of art can describe my heart,
Because my heart is my art,
And I am undescribable.
Mother Earth awakens, in subtle pastel hues
Aspen leaves flutter and quake, shaking off the morning dew
Morning stirs, and Hummingbird wings whir and trill, just out of sight
Columbines dance on a pine scented breeze, solely to their delight
Mother Earth enjoys the day, basking in suns glow
or splashing in the rain showers and watching flowers grow
Whispered secrets on the wind, ancient wisdoms to impart
keeping silent vigil, she hears them stir within her heart.
Mother Earth lays down to sleep, bright colors paint the sky
evening shadows blanket her shoulders, as she closes her eyes
Pine trees shush their lullabies, and usher in the night
the taste of dew hangs in the air, as stars begin to light
You can shout truth down
you can murder truth
you can crucify truth
But you cannot silence
Truth! 2000 years later,
One Truth is on lips, and
in the minds and hearts
of billions. You can have
the loudest megaphone in
the world, half of the US
Congress, but your false
voices will only serve
to louden our opposition,
Truth speaks eternal volumes
were its lips and tongue torn
out. The Devil has tried to
silence truth since time
immemorial -- you swine
who follow his creed, know
that, none but Truth will
stand at the gate of heaven,
travel its blessed halls in
the presence of God -- Christ
is our Truth! Off the Cross,
and now in the hearts and
souls of relentless devotees
who will not be Silenced. Kill
us! But that won't Silence us --
the resurrection has more soulful
volume, is more powerful
than all your evil combined.
Young Kirk's torch will
shine forever brighter, carried
to ultimate victory, by
those who follow and love,
worship and believe in our
Lord, Jesus The Christ. Kirk has
not been extinguished -- but
instead, by his cruel murder
has now been elevated to a Sun of
of ever-radiating, ever-brighter,
spiritually awakening for blessed
purification -- a lightning rod of
Truth~ that will usher in Righteous
salvation to ultimately, hopefully, be reborn
in all rebellious humanity. Truth is Love.
Dear dragon you must understand,
you are alone in human lands.
These beings, they are not like we;
mortal beasts, they truly be.
Controlled strictly by their fear,
mortal creatures, will bring tears;
Their finite minds, don’t comprehend,
the wondrous realm, where we began.
We are creatures of the light,
for mortal souls, we must fight.
These mortals live in a realm so dark;
imbalance lives within their hearts.
We dragons are of courage, bold
and tales of our exploits have been told
but, they are never kind, it seems;
our reputation’s no longer pristine
A dragon’s heart’s of purest gold,
never by humans, will that be told.
We are a gentle, loving lot
while, Wyverns, hearts have love not!
We will join our phoenix friends,
the truth and light, we’ll usher in.
the balance we create tonight;
can bring these mortals back to the light.
Note: In fantasy, the dragon is often portrayed as the figure of evil while it's cousin, the Wyvern is in truth, the evil entity.
In some cultures, the dragon symbolizes fortitude and courage; the male aspect of the human being. In a few introspective moments, I considered the abilities of the human soul and the dragon within all of us and the change we could bring about in our world, if we all worked together, rather than waste time with hate and war.
As souls, we have immense power to do good or evil; it's a god-given choice. Too often we humans choose to take away the choices that our creator has given us, willingly, e.g., trying to force one religion or another on one another. From birth, we are bless with the freedom of choice, especially in how we "Captain" our own souls. That is something we have no right to take away from one another or censor. What was intended as a mythological poem, turned out to be way more. This is written as a dialogue between the human soul and those aspects that we too often use for war, which would be even stronger, if we used them to prevent it. I hope you read it with an open mind.