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Back in the mists of time
Were stories sung
Where minds in thrall by minstrels
Were held
With tales revealing
Viscerality and viciousness
The currency of glory and shame.
Who does not marvel at
Achilles's pride
A ruthless killing machine
Unforgiving
In his revenge
For his beloved Patroclus
And shrink
At the terrible price paid
By brave Hector
Before the sorrowing eyes
Of his aged parents
Therein we see the splendour
As well as the grimness
When foes collide
With his wiles does daredevil Odysseus
Charm us
And inventive ruses.
Yet what horrors,hardship
And heartache
Were his
As homecoming was in his heart
With Poseidon vowing vengeance
Pain,pleasure and punishment
He met
In equal measure
Before rescuing
His priceless pearl
Penelope
From the rapacity and greed
Of the craven suitors.
These were the gifts
To posterity
Handed down
By Homer.
From these twin tales
There grew
The exploits of pius Aeneas
Driven from his homeland
War stricken
Driven by destiny
To seek a new home.
At the behest of Caesar
Did Virgil fashion his verse
Plundering Homer
That his hero
Would personal glory
and pleasure abjure
In a self -denying ordinance
To meet duty's demands.
Such self-denial cost him
Dido
Deserted and distraught
And brought him
Into the depths of Hades
From where he rose
A new man
With a deeper mission
To grace the world
With its master race,
That destiny ordained from above.
And we as readers must choose
The tale that to our soul sings
Touching our humanity
Both starkly
And with the tight tenderness
Of truth.
“The eternal mirror leads the minds of those who look in it to a knowledge of all things and better than in any other way.” Saint Augustine
Let us scrutinize the pandemic's mirror.
As in lesser and greater lights it
impresses its weird controtions by the
splendor of its ravage beyond the multicolored dome of
religious shrines east and west.
Il ne puet etre autre chose.
Molecule infused with viciousness and
darkness of its awe-inspiring glory
across earth's feeble plain with its
humbling effect without a token or trace of
mercy while April comes and goes like a
rebel without a cause in custody of
earth's listless life, a voyeur voyaging with
bones strewn in its cave seeking
death – the obscurant Orpheus' mirror sniffing out
hope's meticulous stance.
Like cooperatives explicitly known
and felt,
most virtuous circle systems
love meaningful ecological theology,
a WinWin reiteratively continuous choice
grows political democratic
tit=tat resilience into multicultural perpetuity,
whether virtuous ego inside
and/or eco-habitat therapeutic outside.
Like implicit competitions,
not not corollaries make most vicious
LoseLose degenerative non-choices toward WinWin,
prejudicial leaning toward
inside ego-economic priority
over outside green theological opportunity,
continues stuck in pathological violent nihilism,
dissonant absence of resilience,
ego-inside rabid
as climate pathological revenge,
for anti-ecological LoseLose reactionary ecopolitical choices
militaristic
growing short-tempered mendaciously rabid
LeftBrain dominant expedience
Secular vicious cycles
pursue wealthy growth
to autonomously achieve fleeting desperate health,
before deficit played-out absence
of further future expiration dates
predicting Earth's pulselessness--
attenuated rootlessness
Sacred virtuous long-rooted recyclers
pursue ecotherapeutic healthy memories
of more nutritiously wealthy forests,
wild undomesticated RightBrain sacred spaces
To cooperatively achieve resiliently balanced
multicultural theology of meaning
ego-green wealth
pursuing ultra-nonviolent Tit health
for ultra-violet Tattling wealth...
Long-term cooperative virtues
absorbing short-term viciousness
EcoTherapy
absorbing EgoRabid Virality
Integrity
absorbing Dementia
Yin
absorbing Yang
Like cooperative cytosine
absorbing autonomous uracil.
she defied her captors
staring at their vile faces, she slowly unsheathed her sword
Her vacant hazel eyes dared them to kill her
never losing contact
her face was fearless as they approached
five against one
she made a formidable adversary
slashing and killing
they had not expected this much fury from an unassuming woman
she was a tornado, a sand storm, a tsunami
there was a solid viciousness about her.
She kept slashing and killing
until four lay dead
how did I do? She asked the survivor.
He put his hands up and backed away.
Believing her reputation at last.
Spreading her truth himself.
To anyone who would listen.
Warning them.
Judgment
I read that a court of law renders judgments in legal matters.
Whether these judgments are arbitrated for the good of all or harbingers of evil.
As a Species, we make judgments on others based on what we experience and believe. Sometimes the judgements we make are in error and we seek why?
But what is the driving force of erroneous judgments?
Is it emotional fear which aggravates our judgement and creates more fear?
Those who are infected with this vicious cycle only believe that controlling others will they be safe, but they are not.
Emotional erroneous judgments are not based on logical process.
They will use this false judgement to divide others into manageable groups.
This is a fallacy.
It will only lead to the enslavement of the groups that are divided, however, those who enslave others are too enslaved.
Think bodyguards and restrictive movements based on animosity of the slaves.
Breaking this viciousness requires us to Love our enemies.
Show them that this love we have will free them from this bondage and free all into a more loving community.
As a united people across this world we will do wonders with the help of God.
-DI Greener
My worst enemy is not a stranger,
but the fears that turn my heart into danger.
I care not to make a home upon the knife,
too afraid of the demons that poison my life,
as reason fights the devil, and my inner flame thrives,
soaked in the perfume of faith that revives ~
for I am worth more than the burning blame,
I bloom beyond dust, no longer the same.
I buried the nemesis dressed as my sweetest nightmare,
found my remedy in rhyming stars, amidst despair…
O tormentor, the familiar doubt creeping in silence,
I defy the voiced viciousness of your violence.
I am the violet diamond, sparkling blue,
photographed in parallel peace, now seeing the clue
of how terrors stole the rose-beam colors of light,
blurring my sunsets, clouding the velvet ink of night…
So watch me as I fall into the warmth of deep devotion,
surrendering my quill to the secrets of the infinite ocean…
What is life without the trust of ache ~ if not a heart breathing love’s rhyme,
as tonight… the moon slips stars between our souls’ truth ~ sweetly touched by time.
Someone very close to me has hurt me me badly,
vile words have come out of that vicious mouth,
condemning me of many unjust deeds,
am I to remain silent and defenseless as Christ...
while I'm lashed and stripped of dignity?
More bitter than a lemon, which has never enough
sunlight to sweeten the juice within it;
I have endured evil and have learned how to be patient,
not to fight back with the same viciousness.
O, hurt me again, I will not say anything...
a saint can be martyred for his belief,
but never he will be tortured in the next life!
He holds my weakened hand tightly,
giving me courage, keeping me safe;
I look to the Heavens and glory is mine!
I am not as bitter as a lemon anymore,
forgiveness has taken long to come...
to make me realize that my agony
is nothing compared to the reward awaiting me!
Every angel smiles and welcomes me with joy;
every gate is open for me to enter freely,
and I wish that person could feel loved and be like me...
walking towards God to know how kind and forgiving He is!
There are some people in this world
who either do not realize or do not care
how badly words wound.
Even slight agitation can cause them
to bellow their bullying obscenities.
Like lead balls from a muzzle-loading gun,
they’ll shoot you down,
maiming innocent souls in the process.
Both their words and deeds
come from a place of narcissism
and the need to control.
They may cleverly plan their onslaughts
or simply go off like bombs
for no real reason at all,
exploding vileness
and scathing their victims’ souls
over and over again.
It matters not if their attacks
are physical or emotional. Often it’s both.
The viciousness of each strike they make
reveals their utter
soullessness.
In many cases, their victims are
the very people they had earlier on
vowed to love and protect.
Sometimes they hide their true nature
from others
as they become increasingly abusive
toward spouses and children.
They become land mines onto which
innocent souls may unwittingly step.
Who can truly ever know
the extent of the damage they inflict?
They leave lacerations on the hearts
of the innocent that they injure.
The victims who live
with these toxic individuals,
will continue bleeding emotionally
from deep inside.
Sadly, the once innocent
who survive each horrible onslaught
may end up becoming
the very monster he or she
was once made to endure.
Unfortunates such as these
will have felt their souls
shatter into fragments so tiny
they can never be put back together
again.
Gene futility
How can we look at a child and kill it, by using “it”
we have distanced ourselves from the child they are no longer
unique, but just an expendable extension of us.
The intense love we have for a lost child is the grief
of our own demise…it is the only proof we ever lived
the loss of a gene, inconceivable future transgression.
A child killed in a drone attack in Pakistan stirs us less
then the sight of a bunny rabbit run over; how sad it
had to die, but it crossed the road. A naked Jewish boy
in front of a mass grave, his cap hiding his modesty,
I condemn all mankind for his demise, he is our cruel
gene-based viciousness, the survival of the genus and
for it to survive there is no room for compassion.
A man who kills children whether by drone or gun kills
himself and forever he shall walk in night's shadow.
If you think whatever anyone says, is true,
There is something horribly wrong with you.
Grown adults know there are good, and
also, some twisted folks.
They laugh when an honorable person is
destroyed by despicable, untrue jokes.
In a world of media, the propoganda fools
the best of our people.
Jokes hide murderous intentions~a brain
is needed…not a tall steeple!
These “harmless “people, they are actually
going to the polls to vote?
How dangerous this is~ like going out in the
winter.minus a coat!
Viciousness, a vice, in great abundance,
Hitler and his youth had it to the max!
So 17 million Jews were killed as poeple
did not know opinion from fact.
A good comedian does not destroy anyone
with smears nor irresponsible lies.
But those who think opinions are facts…
are dangerous people in disguise.
10/20/2024