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*Do you think victims of abuse have the right to speak or should they stay silenced?
*I believe in the right to speak and the courageous who can bring positive change!
So here goes:
I don’t know, was it the checkers shoved in my mouth, the dragging of me across the lawn?
I don’t know, was it the beating, the suffocating or my friend’s last breath?
I don’t know, was it the not protecting me from other perpetrators?
Or was it the locking me in the cellar, verbally blaming me as a child?
I don’t know, was it the abandonment as a teen, then more blame and insults?
Was it using the family to hurt me more, by manipulating them?
What did I do to you? Nothing. I was a child!
So, what hurts the most? I don’t know.
The endless betrayal as an adult, now stealing my writing, stalking, not leaving me alone?
*Maybe, it is the refusal to acknowledge anything, to open the door for forgiveness?*
*I don’t know, but there is a God and he knows and he has something to say!*
Heidi Sands
1/6/19
Say I am willing to spill a cup of coffee all over your shirt…, all in the name of oops
Say waking up to the smell of Caffeine is the only competitor worthy to bruise the snooze button of an
alarm clock
Say it, Say I belong
To the darkest shade of your outta skin
Before you can tear it off to match the complexion of the main character in this scene
Of witnessing domineers playing slave to what could have been
Say I am ready to be your submissive
Your muscles without brains
Your black stallion on your most savage moments
Like, like instead of being the runaway bride
You opt to walk away
Say I am ready to be your movie
On my mute days of saying nothing
But you and you alone get to read the subtitles of my untold story…, verbally spoken
Your DSTV explorer when you want to pause live transmission of what is currently going over to you
Rewind and select which language you want to hear it coming from me
French: Je t’aime
Spanish: Te quiero
German: Ich liebe dich
Croatian: Volim te
Italian: Ti amo
Portuguese: Eu te amo
English: I love you
Ke ya o rata, that is in my mother tongue Sesotho
Say my life is in your finger tips
Say yes, you can touch my hair, invade my space and speak life where I left clues of death having a way
with me
The death toll rising like heavy floods colliding with a reservoir but the flow
Being a tar road
Say I want I and I to be your Noah
And you can be my arch
And together the becoming of what is yet to be written about shall happen there and then…
Building you, was already a way out
A piece of hope but only work is the only thing standing between you and becoming true
The agony, filling my soul up
That faith, never shows up nor never does it leave
He moves when you pray, that’s how it has always have been
Say, I will take Bible classes for you
, because I want to get it right
Walk in the footsteps of Jacob
Have an attention to detail like Boath
These men got the chance to do, what they had to do when they were still alive
Sing it
The gospel of our love is ready to be sang
Sing it, out loud
So that those who have not
Complex 1 out/in polarity
for and of
chaotic not 0 holistic
in/out core dipolarity.
We may need to tolerate
survival of the win/lose fittest
1.
And yet want to invite
thrival of the win/win fit-in-ingest
cooperative
co-invested
perfectly balanced 0 soul
Co-arising 1 dipolar relationship
correlating round golden health
with win/win safety rules
for healthy-wombed
pregnant 0
Sentient non-0 souls
verbally dominant yang bodies
knowing 1's own yin-mind
1 knows
0-ego soul
+knows
and can not(-) yet feel
not not tipping points
Dipolar co-arising
co-investing in-between fully resilient
1/0 double-binding win/win
balancing empty entropic
x pole defines y hole
refines 1x
confines 0 not(-) yintegrity
loves fine yang 1(+)
nondual non-dueling integrity
As empty sentient minds
erupt embodied sensory feelings
Past 1 ego positive memories
evoke eco-future not-0
Earth-souled images
Complex bipolar 1's
for space and of time
1 mountainous body
and 0 bilateral valleyed mind
not empty hole
whole round spiraling 0
Looking for some compassionate
action
zone communion systems.
The war it's cold with no signs of any ending, it's like adding another twenty years to a life sentence, even in the heat of the moment lies a cold kitchen, with lukewarm souls, in a dark prism, what's a prison to a free spirit, probably on the scale that some of us think we're worthy of Gods merits, here in the west we know nothing of true devastation, Christians over here see persecution as being verbally abused, the war is cold and that's what they claim their hearts are, but I know real saints who died for the cause real martyr's, and that's a real thug not the lames that holla thug life cuz they gotta brick and a sawed off, I wonder would you still die for ya block if they made you watch ya kids get their ligaments sawed off, the war is cold and everybody claim they gotta heart to match it, but wouldn't dare die for their comrades no full metal jacket, this cold war is heating up is enough ever enough, spiritual warfare is live and well enough bodies to fill up countless dump trucks, only the strong survive and by survive I mean live on in eternity, going threw hell on earth stepping outta that firery furnace with no wounds where the Messiah rains so fervently
To err is human,
to forgive, divine.
Humanity is made in errored God's image
is made in forgiving humanity
hanging on the cancerous family Tree
of survival consciousness
and dying sentience.
What human nature ambidextrously
and nondualistically
and paradoxically means
by becoming more divine
As we remake
reform
re-give us permission
to be sacred
and yet not perfectly empowered communicators,
verbally vulnerable
and non-verbally transparent
When we acknowledge
our ego identity suppresses eco-fertility
confined to our own mortally errored
less than fully divine soulful image
of omni-empowered sentience
and enlightened multigenerational consciousness.
A human soul is made in God's imagelessness
as God reconnects
religions
revives
and reforms my 0-Soul
in imperfectly individuated
humanely communitarian identity.
Organic beings are made
from sentient EarthMother's interwoven
co-empathic
primal relationships
Gaian God is pre-conscious
in anthropocentric images
of regenerative humane co-acclimation,
polycultural yang/yin
win/win
ethotically self-consciousness
and erotically other-sentient
Creolizing cultural realization
of historically democratizing
non-violently communicating
transforming transubstantiation
Returning humane communion error
into divine self-forgiveness
for egos made in Gaia's co-acclimating image
As Gaian win+win health empowerment
becomes remade
through rehumanizing
sentient EarthBodhisattva's
wealthiest 0-zen imagery.
he does not deserve you
he chose to give his heart and his love to another
he embarrassed you in front of the kids when you told him you lost your job
he verbally put you down and made you feel worthless
he emotionally drained you until you were darn near brainwashed
he made you feel worthless to the point where you second guessed yourself
he caused you to be so lost that you struggle to figure out Your True Worth
i Glorify The New You
i Uplift You as embrace the Knowledge of Your True Self
i Pray for You to only become even Stronger in Your New Walk
i offer sincere support to you when you come the inevitable fork in the road
i Honor You for finding the strength to leave that toxic situation
i put You on a New Pedestal because Your New Journey is Inspiring Me
i Befriend You because of You just Being You
I AM PROUD TO CALL YOU MY FRIEND,
AND I THANK YOU FOR BEING A FRIEND TO ME
Here’s What It Be Like Bro,
“It’s All About Words”
Written: By Tom Wright
2004
Method of conveyance is either verbally or written,
however, on occasion I have been signed.
In anger, we select words, whose purpose is to cut another up,
then from shame, we use other words as sutures to mend the cut.
Yes, words rile, words calm, and words sway,
some make you sound dignified,
while others expose you as the imbecile you try not to be.
They’re spoken in foreign tongue and said with an accent,
at times, they convey a lot, or reveal very little.
Some are two for a nickel,
and others are deemed fifty centers.
Some look very fashionable on paper
while others are a simile of muddy Turkey tracks:
But put together, they make up sentences,
paragraphs, pages, chapters, and on it goes.
My very best friend is a lesbian,
not bisexual, she is not at all attracted to men.
There is nothing butch about her, she is absolutely stunning.
When I look at her I often wish that I was a lesbian,
but our friendship is built on the foundation,
of us always verbally abusing each other more times than none.
When we first met, picking her up was my intention,
before I discovered she was a lesbian.
"Listen pretty boy," she said to me,
"I think you're a great guy but not at all for me.
I know that you'll find someone one day
who will make you very happy,
but this is never going to happen sweetie. It's not you, it's me."
"Whoa! Hold your horses there Annie Oakley,
did you just "It's not you, it's me," to me?!
Let me tell you something my little curious honey,
I created "It's not you, it's me," so please,
don't even try to feed me lies about being a lesbian to me.
You wouldn't believe how many times,
women feed me that tired old "I'm a lesbian" lie,
I average about a dozen of those women every week at the very least,
just be honest with me, just answer me truthfully,
what did I do wrong, why am I not your kind of guy?"
She gave me a pity kiss, and then told me this,
"I'm not attracted to you because your genitals are on the outside,
I Am Not Attracted To Men! I AM A Lesbian!
IT REALLY ISN'T YOU, IT'S I!..
"Well, can I call you," I asked, "and keep giving it a shot?"
Anguished, she grabbed me by my collar, her temper raging hot,
then smiled and winked at me and said, "Sure, why not."
.. and ever since then we have been the best of friends,
verbally abusing the hell out of each other over and over again,
but whenever a crisis in my life does occur,
I honestly don't know what I would do without her.
I'll be talking more about my lesbian friend,
every so often, now and again.
Deep sleep
seems to be a figment
of my ruminating imagination
Just as my polypathic sex life
seems to be a fading figment
of dark penetrative
and glad light receptive
co-passionate re-imagination
And trauma
feels like a figment
of my Master Knows Best addictive history
limiting legitimately compassionate love
to exclude all my body's wrong
but feels so right
sacred places
Thinking I am a bit queerly curious
about integrity's 1/0 bi-genderal
iconic Taoist co-governance
for health care
CoPassionate pleasures
crowning Light
receiving wealth share,
deep
dark repair
root chakra Power
Dipolar Co-arising
convex-White 1
precessively over
concave-Black Non-0
recessively co-passionate
warmly pleasant
secular bipolarities
with sacred potential
wholarity hilarities
Regenerating ego-1/eco-0 co-empathic mindfulness
appreciating timeless win/win balance
yang-1/yintegral-0 cooperative,
stimulating co-passionate win/win pleasures
Co-invested
since before indigenous wu-wei messages
SunCrowning Light/Earth DarkMoon Powers
Deep wound
whole wombed Black Hole
not-not 0 = +1 panentheistically co-radiant
holonic co-therapeutic
Earth Communication NeuroSystems
Verbally thoughtful passions
and nonverbally felt pleasures
pursuing win/win
CrownVoiced/RootChoiced
co-impassioning grace
Like sacred wind,
a penetrating figment from above
seems to become flirtatious
with deep and wide
creation-bearing seas
yearning seasons
churning pregnantly below
Where troubling sleep
becomes a figment
of deprived
traumatized
self v other
win/lose chronic
degeneration
within
As colored in
between white monotheistic lines
and misbegotten monopolistic lies
Black Hole sacred figments
of timeless wounded blues
lacking courageous deep sensory crews,
curious illuminating clues
searching for compassionate thrival news
As deep sleep
becomes a fleeing figment
of ruminating re-imaginations.
A lonely boy,barely seventeen,
writing sad and lovely words
from a small room with open shades
overlooking Everett's skyline:
a lovely and quite town
in the suburbs of Boston...
Mother,distance is counted in miles,
but to miss what inspires me
is quite unmmeasurable
and verbally indescribable
mother,days become nights...
and momorable moments
cheer me up when I should cry,
and be comforted by your tenderness!
Daddy,left from this very place of truce,
with a glance cold and undignified,
his plane flew over Long Island
where you courageously thrive on;
he betrayed both son and spouse!
Airplanes roar over the discolored roof
of this huge and abandoned house;
the yellow-chested parrot repeats
his funny and banal jokes,
unable to make me smile and laugh,
because inside a sorrowful heart
there's no place for joy and growth!
Mother, the heavy snow is covering the roof-tops,
and the firs and pines welcome it with zest;
but I feel the coldness and can't rest...
until I see the gladness back in those eyes!