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They line the streets
In a shanty confined
The cemented floor
A cold refuge
Embracing disgusted busts of energy
Lost in the wilds
A strange world
The Privileged ones…
What can they do
To assuage this continuing distress
About 1.7 billion
Held hostage in
This grueling tunnel
Manifest in varied dimensions
They lack voice
Human dignity violated
Insecure exclusion of individuals
Habituated in marginal environments
Astronomical cost of living
Must be apprehended
Cities and states must be
Built on God’s foundation
Harbingers to this state are:
Scarce basic needs
Unwilling governments
No economic freedom
Weak rule of law
Bureaucratic burdens
Lack of industralisation
Ailing financial services
Contaminated tendencies
WATAMALA
I can hear beyond the human ears,
Long before danger has a chance to come near,
Waiting and watching over all I care for,
I am able to observe and see so much more,
I seem fairly simple and yearn for affection,
Yet, I don’t let this get in the way of ensuring my family’s protection,
Give me a bone and some extensive space,
I’ll be occupied for hours and let none of it go to waste,
Put me in a predicament where I must hunt or retreat,
And watch as my paws move to an undomesticated beat,
My ancestors are warriors and their blood runs through me,
I will be your best friend and defender until we reach eternity,
I will comfort you when you’re sad and the world has been unkind,
For a man’s soul mate at times is hard to find,
Please refrain from putting me in degrading dog shows,
For I was born to be part of the family not feed barbaric egos,
When man uses me to fight for their own personal gain,
It enrages my feelings and makes me insane,
I long for a mate and would like my own pups
So please don’t waste your money stitching me up
When summer is scorching and my coat is too thick
Water me down so I don’t get sick
And please do not dress me in tight silly clothes
It makes me feel violated, restricted and exposed.
By: Sabina Nicole
To all My Dogz
I love you. I hate you. You are my best most honorable boo.
But you violated my trust, so I despise you now, Lou.
I wipe you from my heart, my feet and my shoe.
If you were here, you could probably have me back too.
You know I have cemetery issues but cannot stay away.
I want to bite out your heart for what you did that day.
I implore me to tell you why you could not earth stay.
To leave me is one thing but you have far gone away.
You have thoroughly ruined my relationships now
I wonder if your heavenly essence can clearly see
That you have become a saint, a giant wow.
Through death you have buried both my heart and me.
Written May 15, 2020
Contest: Regal Royal Relationships
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Deep in Isreals prisons so drear, there is such abaesment, it brings me to tears.'
Accounts of men, violated by dogs maybe
Also women.? And the guards? Are they
human or just filthy hogs.? I'd heard such
Horror stories was it last year.? I dismissed
Such as miss-information.' Yet now more
Amplification reaches my ears, some idf
Thugs have broken.. Under the pressure and strain, they corroberate victim statements
There are medical reports..All seems insane.' Once I was in deep sympathy with
That Isreali state as a whole.' Now i am
Sickened and dissmissive, at these most
Shamefull acts that have stole, humam faith and dignity, i wish it were not so.'
I have now no choice, but to turn around to leave
Such sick; sick acts, now force me (so to do !)
the medical obstruction of justice as opposed to the medical obstruction to justice
logic and logical assembly of sentences without derivations nor deviations
as i am not the team but the expression of free speech
as i am not property, yet i am anothers possession
another right is violated, the medical oath is not licensable as the incision into free while collecting payment
physical oath is not a valid statement
my physical condition is being attacked and sold and purchased as tissue to erode and validate philosophical conjecture
next argument of logic
exposure death/death by exposure to the elements
requires that i authorize spending on my own behalf for i am instructionally superior to my subordinates.
an in humane condition is being constructed out of my body by the state of california and the united states of america
this is my civil right in writing to define this crime against me as a man
The mind is not a room
that simply forgets a broken window.
It remembers the wind.
A body violated
is not only flesh harmed—
it is a geography disturbed,
a map where borders once trusted
have been crossed by force.
In the quiet afterward
the brain begins its strange labor:
Filing terror into drawers of memory,
misplacing safety,
misreading the footsteps at night in the hall.
Sleep becomes a thin country.
Dreams patrol its borders.
The heart learns new mathematics—
how one moment
can multiply into years
of hyper vigilance.
There are echoes:
a voice,
a smell,
a certain angle of shadow
that startles the nervous system
like lightning remembering the sky.
Yet the mind,
astonishing instrument,
does not belong to the violator.
Neurons continue their slow weaving.
Trust, though shattered,
sometimes grows again
like a rose through the crack in a sidewalk.
Male or Female,
each survivor carries two stories:
the violence done,
and the stubborn will to live on afterward.
And though trauma carves deep rivers
through the landscape of thought,
the human mind—
mysterious, resilient—
still seeks the ocean if calm to start healing.
Even after the storm passes,
the brain continues,
its quiet work, arms stretched out.
Reaching out to each new dawn.
Hold up that sword
when truth is violated...
don't destroy everything and everyone:
only evil must end for peace to survive!
Fight better than a warrior with a bloody urge
who seeks victory and revenge;
what satisfaction is there in being alive...
after all enemies are wounded and gone?
They would never learn love, but die tormented
as marthyrs, slaves and peacemakers have!
Hold up that sword,
by speaking your command
when peace is broken
and havoc spreads quicker than fire...
to bring all another dire:
remember Attila when he ransacked Rome?
Chalithra, have more compassion
towards mortified people who have been exploited:
you must explain to them that's wrong to be enslaved...
without having the vision of a place called, " Home. "
Barbarians were those who trashed everything
and killed, but they lived in different times:
violence against order and civility;
today there's another evil arising:
greed for power against truth and humility...
Chalithra, carefully choose your allies!
Character: Chalinthra
For tonight
celebrating 163 birthdays
among the three of me,
my husband,
and oldest son's May birthdays
within four days of each other
For tonight
unestranged,
and, if we each prefer,
for the remainder of our lives
more together,
less apart
We are here to understand
and express appreciation
for and with each other,
not to fix anyone's misunderstandings
or positions
or perspective
or ignorance
or sin
against God
or Country
or common sense,
or love for each other,
or all of the above.
That way,
if we get confused
about which of these
White God
Red v Blue country
or common sense
Pillars of economic and political wisdom
we have so shamefully violated,
It doesn't matter
because we're not going to try
to understand Othering tonight
And, if you prefer,
for the remainder of our co-invested lives
more together,
less apart.
If you want feedback
about Past or Future You,
please ask
Because, for tonight,
we are here together
to hear how you are feeling now
about appreciating abundant you
as you are
And about appreciating us
as we are
And any memories of our past
we can revisit
with full integrity
appreciating you
as part of us--
your Me
as our interwoven We.
So, if you want feedback
about how and what you are doing
and not doing,
about who you are becoming
or not becoming,
you will have to ask.
If you get feedback
you cannot appreciate,
at least as yet,
Please, let's help remind each other,
calmly and kindly,
that giving unsolicited feedback,
including how to solve your stupid problems
for you,
violates our rules for tonight
and, if you prefer,
for the remainder of our lives,
more together,
less apart.
These rules apply to you,
about yourself,
and about us,
and include me,
about me,
and about us.
I invite your kind
and calm reminder,
and my own
this night to appreciate
and celebrate who I am
as I am
and who you are
as we are
compassionately co-invested
Without judging ourselves
or Others
Without shaming ourselves
or blaming Others
for what we have failed to understand
and to express co-passionately,
To water our flowers
and rewarm our best days,
and not feed the cold dead weeds
of our worst days
before this our night
more together,
less apart.
Diversity explores
both resonant and opposing positions
with nearly predative anticipation
And such perversely curious
reverse revisioning diversity deplores
with monoculturing anxiety
quietly crossed
and boldly violated boundaries
of personal
and familial
and municipal
and EarthTribal
indigenous integrity
Sacred space expands
mindfully perceived
this Business As Traumatically Usual place
too lose/lose dark
and too win/win blind
to keep faith with dimming starlight
Celestial Glitter Rivered Ways
majestic
yet ominously silent
shunned Spirits
of ancient silvered sentient bright
Yet momentary mortal time
feels reflective light received
sufficiently reassuring
mythically alluring
for transient transportive pleasure
tenderly insufficient
for full-ripened organic measure
depleting dissonant self-disenfranchising
failure to complete
integrity's potential Paradise.
What do you say to the parents whose child dies?
Cliche' phrases are not very wise...
For no one can truly know a parent's dread,
When they find out that their child is dead.
It is a heartache that tends not to heal,
For many live in hopeless grief, without any seal.
This is especially true if they have been close,
I can only imagine that these hurt the most.
You never stop being a parent once you have become one,
From the time of their birth to your own grave, you have to succumb.
But when the child leaves before his time should be...
Do we give up our parental responsibility?
Do we wade into that sea of pity without end,
Or take the next stride with a heart still to mend?
Only a parent knows what it will take to cure
The now violated love which they held so pure.
Love that was taken from them in haste...
Youth and future gone is such a futile waste.
Our memories of them now are all we have,
Little comfort if any, no healing salve.
"Why did this happen to them?" you may say,
The answer will come only on our final day.
We have no insight as to when the Lord may call,
For you or me, for one and all.
But He will beckon us all to Him one day,
It is His choice alone, it is for Him to say.
For parents' whose life has felt this grief,
We can only pray that their anguish is brief.
I pray that these parents through God's mercy may one day be,
Reunited with their children in Your Kingdom, for all eternity.
I pray too, that in this time of their greatest strife,
You remind them by this death...of a fuller life.
Of family and friends around them everywhere,
Of the day that will come with Your presence there.
I pray, Oh Lord, with unquestionable zeal,
You restore their souls...and let their hearts begin to heal.
1/5/17