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One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
The apparent insanity of inmates
and prisoners
and addicts, conspiracy theorists and paranoids,
does not prove,
nor necessarily even suggest,
the keepers are not also self-entitled nuts
with unhealthy powers,
narcissistic self-serving authorities,
delegated detached responsibilities
primally loyal to ratchet race competitions.
Passion Story
When you are crucified, naked, poor
and occupied by RomanRed yangish powerful voices
and Loser commodity values,
unhealthy fought and sold colonizing authorities,
irresponsible fury-power occupiers,
violators of healthy green peace objectives
applicable to any sanctuary
with humane organic embodied rituals and behaviors
yet still WinLose divine punishing evolution-machine minded,
then we have all become historic asylum invited
to purge messianic homeless egos
perpetually hanging on HolonicSpirit's centering Earth-cross,
rather than remain comparatively imprisoned by traumas
to the disassociating left or right cross of hopelessness.
Health History Story
A. Earth was born, still, flat, without form and ZeroCentric void.
B. S/he remains newborn and young,
springing organic life
WinWin preferential solidarity with all EarthTribe,
inmate prey and predative keepers.
C. S/he still grows mature healthy Heavenly summer sun
over nurturing MotherEarth,
sacred/secular health/wealth care conjoined.
D. S/he co-emerges Northern revolutionary Yang/Yin bicameral,
bilateral healthstream co-arising poly-paths,
-phonics,
-cultures,
-nomial maps,
-meme messages,
-asylums for growing non-sectarian communal nutrition.
One Flew Into the Communion NestEgg
See "Health History Story" above
The apparent stillborn insanity of original patriarchal residents
need not predict
Yang/Yin co-redeeming caregivers
are not also ego- v eco-logical sanctuary sociopaths
sabotaging our own potential opportunities
for polypathic sacred communion passions.
Ego laying
and nesting
and active resting
and birthing
and raising
and lowering
back into EcoAsylum's non-sectarian EarthPeace nest.
I don't want your world
I was made for paradise
unteach me your ethics
your morality's not nice
Take your guns and bullets
those who shoot each other down
your agenda is self serving
and hatred is your crown
The nations cannot repair themselves
of that I now am sure
their natures are destructive
what more must all endure
Been betrayed by power
oppression's and outright lies
the people drink the P.R.
statesmen's words are their disguise
Force and fraud the daily fare
they are shearing all the sheep
They're harvesting your pocket book
it's news keeps you asleep
They're reaping earth's treasury
while you struggle they do thrive
They keep the military active
the wars they keep alive
Their empire's an illusion
They are largely corporate owned
seems most are bought and paid for
on bankers money they've been loaned
Who really is their owner
if to men they are enslaved
their souls are lost to evil
with wickedness their roads are paved
My descension's very public
with the nations I disagree
if I'm to be eliminated
it won't be so publicly
I have no faith in Nations
in police or men of war
in religions or corporations
or a race that's valued more
I don't believe in stealing
putting down your fellow man
but building those around you
of sharing what you can
Life is fairly simple
if you know "the golden rule"
violators of it's beauty
are known as only cruel ...
COPYRIGHT © 2016
C Michael Miller
PoetryofProvidence?
I remember being taught in High School that we
all have human rights, some of which are civil rights
protected by The U. S. Constitution as well as many rights
endowed by God. We were also taught that 'my rights end
where the next person's rights begin. Mixed in and permeating
the entire subject matter of human relations was what was known
as the Golden Rule. This Golden Rule came directly from the mouth of
Christ himself. Namely, do unto others as you would have them do to you.*
Human rights as implemented by The United Nations extend beyond
national borders and are subject to be enforced by international law.
Some nations who publicly back 'human rights' are the worst violators
within their own borders and have no intention of enforcing human rights if such rights conflict with their own national or international agenda.
Notwithstanding, if there were no governmental principles and policies, this world would be an ever-flowing holocaust, a 'hell on earth' with every man for himself.
120421PS *Matthew 7:12
"Ark"
books have eyes here
they sense things
through the turning of leaves
strange chapters
they listen to small sounds
loud lives lived quietly
they are grounded cells
measured by rings
in untouchable ancient territories
somewhere else,
Amazonia
sheds tears
she cries
for her children,
and herself, to be saved
the violator
rapes her body
he beats her until she is dry
he doesn’t hear her
he takes and takes, from her,
what he thinks, is his
her pain, his pleasure
he undresses her
the way he likes
her children
he mutilates
and discards
the bounty, his treasure
the air to breathe, sullied,
becomes much thinner
when the soul collectors came
they only saved
the purest energy
the books have eyes here
they watch, they listen
they see things unseen
through other dimensions
measureless to man
they record his story
eventually, the ancient ones ascend,
with mother Gaia, her daughter Amazonia,
and all creatures, their children
through strange waves
they take new leaves
freedom to breathe
they are the higher vibrations
rapturously transported
to the better worlds
the story recorded
in each book with eyes,
chapters from all the leaves
stripped bare,
remain with the violators
who now stand discarded
unwanted,
left behind in despair
crying their tears
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Ocelot”/Emancipator
https://youtu.be/Yn_g40iRi90
"The trees will tell their secrets to those that tune in.”
Steven Magee
"They claim this mother of ours, the Earth,
for their own use, and fence their neighbors
away from her, and deface her
with their buildings and their refuse."
Sitting Bull
"We have enslaved
the rest of the animal creation,
and have treated our distant cousins
in fur and feathers so badly
that beyond doubt,
if they were able to formulate a religion,
they would depict the Devil in human form."
William Inge
And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people:
and they shall beat their swords into plowshares,
and their spears into pruninghooks:
nation shall not lift up sword against nation,
neither shall they learn war any more.
Isa 2:4
Trigger foolhardy Second Amendment rebels,
didn’t the pyramid spoilers free speech tell you:
Ain’t no guns permitted in the kingdom of heaven
No bang bang sound of violence will be heard
in the unwalled saintly places
There ain’t gon be no blood splatter seen
on the halo glow angelic faces
It seems the trigger pull allure
is dragging leadbelly, heavy metalheads
to the wavy, bottomless deep
Such a hot, smoking barrel shame —
Bullet refuge don’t Resurrection keep
It’s semi-automatic unwise to trust in trigger safety
Hell bells are ricochet ringing in
the Year of the Zombie Revolver Chambermaids
Unlearnt violators got bait-and-switch gender played
And the idol intoxicating sidearm delusion
is double-pump action misfire wrong
Let the Kevlar armor weak say: “I am strong”
Ain’t no bang bang sound of violence
is ever again gonna be heard
I’m just a meek, born-again eternal optimist ...
who faithfully believe in God’s Word
So go on and secretly stockpile,
if they coin folly care Second Amendment dare
Them gun-toting, war paint rebels
ain’t gon wailing like that melting sight
of brimstone flashes in the cold, darkening air
In the valley of decision,
trigger-happy steel-minded zealots
ain’t gonna give up their ungodly right to bear arms ...
Tho’ a few bleating souls
do chariots of fire spoiler alert tell it
The weak of faith will always trigger say,
Salvation gotta be gun-blazing their way
Even if granted mercy access to the most holy firmament,
they will still trigger choose to remain devil rebel hellbent
The little ones stand on the river bed
Bored, with the beauty of silence
Looking for excitement and adventure
They discovered stones, and the fun of violence
As the water rushed to the ocean
In a smooth, steady, rhythmical sound
The stones broke the surface
Where peace was taken, and annoyance was found
As the rocks got bigger and came faster
The river began to ROAR at the offenders
She forgot they were just children
Without the wisdom that violence hinders
....the flow of LOVE...
Drenched with overflow of water
The children dashed away in great fear
The river, eventually, silenced itself
And wondered if the violators would reappear
She couldn't explain it, but unrest surfaced
No more could she rest in her continual flow
She became guarded and edgy
Pushing with too much force, wanting to know
Something, anything, could happen again
And she would be disturbed in her rest
By stupid little children, without reason
Having a contest on who could pop her the best
....right in the heart...
Wait, the river began to see people, afar off
But never drawing near to her bank
She knew she was still the river
But what had her attack....
...yes, no way around it...
she attacked....what else could they think
The river drew back her waters in shame
And her bed became exposed and dry
She was just about to give up
When LOVE came to her bank to cry
LOVE said, "Unrest has troubled you
And taken the peace from your heart
There will always be little ones
Who don't know where you end and where you start
It is not enough to flow in freedom
Toward your ever giving source
You must endure all things with all people
And never show your natural force
....propagating LOVE, not fear."
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-13-2018
I hear the rolling thunder beyond the clouds
descending from his throne with many shrouds
His lightening circles the earth in peel
it’s effect to many will seem surreal
The angels who are holding back the wind
release their breath upon man to descend
as nature rages upon our earthly shore
the chance for repentance is no more
The molten hearts of man begin to quake
realizing the truth was no mistake
the chance to live in love has passed them by
in the certain knowledge they will die
Two witnesses will walk the streets of earth
their words become Gods fire in birth
like two candlesticks they stand
pronounce Gods judgment is at hand
Mankind will know there is no place to flee
will recognize signs and wonders they do see
the day of his fierce anger has arrived
and destruction of iniquity will be alive
For every hand who has practiced harm
will clearly hear the ring of it’s alarm
No violators of the laws of Love
will see any mercy from Jah above
When upon the last of his are sealed
the day of retribution will be revealed
Gods Hand will move the earth out of place
and universe will be shaking in it’s space
the inhabitants of the earth have become defiled
the taint of wickedness has touched the child
like a drunken man the world will shake
because of treachery the land will desolate
Every mountain and high hill will fall
rock and sway with the burden of the call
for the burning of his anger a devouring fire
and so few be sheltered from his ire
the time to learn to Love is now
and beneath it’s tenderness to bow
the wicked will be cleansed from the land
and the meek will in his kingdom stand
Is. chptrs 13 & 24 Rev chptrs 11-17
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
He didn't beg to stop, he didn't whimper and whine; he showed
his strength and humility all while wearing a painful crown of thorns.
He took a beating of beatings done so out of insanity and jealous
done so out of jealous insanity and rage: for those stripes driven into
his flesh were for our iniquaties and by his grace are those stripes our
healings.
He carried the weight of our sins humility as he lifted and carried
his cross struggling against the spitters and mockers,amongst the violators
Yet not once did his crown fall to the ground.
He was to die right there as a thief, while a thief was released for all me
and all of humanity,yet done with such courage and humibily didn't lose his
sanity through all of the miss/dealings.
They nailed him to the rugged cross with three rusty ole' spikes spit and
gambled for his only belongings ,pierced his side with a sword and waited for
death to surely soon to arrive.for he then uttered out "Father forgive them for
they know not what they do!
As he then forgave them he bowed his head and as he passed on the
crown of thorns fell in that very spot and yet until today the most beautifulest
rose in memerance of his pain.
Form:
When I see in colors
I say Yes
softly or loudly
and usually in-between
depending on our vibrancy together.
When we see in black and white,
we say maybe yes
and perhaps not
and other shades of ambivalent grey.
I cannot see in black
as I cannot see white at all
except perhaps as shades of transparency.
When I hear in resonant music
I say Yes
to truths of resolution,
trusting resilient motions of emotion
integrity of life
life as integrity
potentiating further regenerations;
new songs for perpetuating tomorrow.
When I hear in words
I'm listening for what's missing.
Lyrics without a melody
are more disappointing works.
I see best in full dressed color
and hear our dynamic truths
most resonantly as music
in soft sizzling preludes
on through conflagrations
loud climatic revolutions
followed by silence
black as night
waiting for white
bright dawning colors
dancing new music
vibrant washed.
Learning in full octave ranges
we can see a child
listening for a parent
seeing community developers
and violators
seeing fellow politicians
longing to write and read
hear and speak poetry together
while seeing as musicians
swelling gospel choirs
and drumming
burning orchestrations
of co-redeeming music
in full non-flagging flames of color.
When we hear in colors
we see full octave best
until it's time for rest
notes that last
until they don't
turn just right bright
vibrant multicolors.
Progressives say mankind is improving,
so, moral laws are no longer needed.
The goal for mankind is self-expression,
hence the need for new social conventions.
That which is old is no longer useful,
So, out with the old, and in with the new.
No need for God, man is his own master.
Experts and scientists are the new gods.
Man has no natural, God-given rights.
The unelected experts who make laws,
who enforce them and judge violators,
determine man’s rights and how he should live.
Under the new order, man is a slave,
to passions, merchants, and material wants.
The merchants market their wares and new goods,
and untamed passions demand what is new.
Out with the old God who gives what is best.
In with the new gods, who chain and oppress.
Out with morals that refine and uplift,
In with new fads that confuse and degrade.
Out with values that promote stable lives.
In with fads that lead to unstable lives.
Out with the traditional family.
In with the experimental household.
Out with a stable society,
and in with a violent society.
Out with governable citizens,
and in with ungovernable rebels.
Out with a progressive society.
In with a regressive society.
That which promised the advancement of man,
will lead to the abolition of man.
Citizens of the world open your eyes.
Look beyond those who pretend to be gods,
to the true God who only is all-wise.
He is the only Savior for mankind.