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Crime or compassion, Reality takes a back seat
I'm not going to make it sound like i'm the Instructor
Give me some instruction first
But first you might want to read the instructions
You call it lashing out, you analyze me and call me a physchopath
Yea! in my trunk I felt like i was carrying a dead body
In the deepest part of thought way past death and accidents
At the point of the creation you can't escape destruction
I defy the law of mankind, F*^@ em
I dont deny it, I should be more friendly with my higher ups
more attentive but the past distracts me
If It was my destiny, then I see one of God's masterpieces
One of the laws acts of hate and violence,its the worlds way they hAVE STRENGHT IN NUMBERS
Not strenght in Honor may I speak your Honor
See how i ask for permission and this aint even a courtroom
But still you wanna slam the hammer
And Throw the boook at a productive member of society
But before you judge what in your reality is a crime
Consider you might wanna judge with some mercy
Judges no I dont condemn them
becuz i have compassion
Form:
Nothing new in the electrochemistry
It no longer is a scientific mystery
Waves Beta, Alpha, Theta, Delta, Gamma & Epsilon
Descending from buoyant ecstasy to a persona forlorn
Zodiac signs & rainbow colours assigned to chakras renamed
Esoteric yogic techniques, exponents aplenty, all self-proclaimed
Fiery verbal duels, by many an argumentative eristic
Each it seems is the ultimate mystic
Leaving profundity to theorists whose verbosity we acknowledge
What matters is assimilated wisdom, not vicarious knowledge
So we go in within, alone, in meditational stillness, upon a virgin path
Each moment in the time continuum, a holy sabbath
What we seek is expansive consciousness & joy eternal
And what is eternal is obviously not embraceable in the ephemeral
So we chop off perishable egoistic attachments, fear & desire
And straightaway plunge our non-self into the divine fire
How? In unseeking stillness within ... deep within
Where at each moment we anew begin
No conflict, no violence
Effortless stillness, rippleless silence
No agenda, no seeker, no doer
We are still, yet there is a mover
The flow of the Universe within into which we dissolve
Emerging from which we automatically evolve
What do we gain & what do we lose?
Irrelevant, for we are not, yet desirelessly choose
What we lose is our sorrow generating gross contaminant
Gain being ineffable, exalted, joyous divine love enablement
There is no way; our choice itself is the way
Save unendingly effusing love, no rules to obey
Thoughts sublime, words kind, actions benign
Self, Soul & Spirit thus align
Trust the Universe, plunge into its loving stream
We need to wake up now, from our narrow dream
Upon lighting a candle, darkness is instantly expelled
Surrendering to the divine, ignorance is automatically dispelled
And that is all there is to it
Doable if we do & never ever quit
Simpler the truth, it seems the more elusive it is
So perplexed we are by life’s jigsaw quiz
01-November-2020
Large jagged mountains undermine the sea of fluid silver
Their solid backs of diamond green with envy hold the sky
A distant oval sun pops through the ashen clouds
Like a tiny moon that lost its fire
On Volk the earthquakes never stop their motion
Flat trees strung together low, find a way to grow
Thin to thick along volcanoes turbulence
Sideways on outer worldly lands they live
Gray hills hold worlds together with their power
Gravity holds the ground in place for safety sake
Turns the infant planet midway through the solar cycle
In a system far from home discerned by no one
On a chosen path of randomness
Rolling like a marble in an orbit all alone
With hundreds of other rocks just waiting for a crash
Avoiding collisions is a mystery
Mercury lakes run large along the surface
Shimmer in their viscosity above the noise
Being silver is more difficult than you think
When there are no sentient beings around to know of it
Untold brutal tales of wives battered.
World all over, violated wedding vows,
in merciless kicks, her screams drowse.
Black-eyed Cindrella, dreams all shattered.
Injured love hurts... in horrific nightmare.
Red petals pumelled in dark blood clots.
"Where to go? ",.. endures silent thoughts.
Despair of booze reeks, why life so unfair?
The thrown plate of food.. hurled in his fist
She keeps saving son from the hard slap.
Will there ever be.. an escape from the trap?
Give him another chance,..how can she resist?
Gagged mouth break ribs, heart beats in fear
He will beat her again, knows the wounded wife.
Legs shake, as he threatens a kitchen knife.
Broken things gathered, silence dries her tear
Mildewed minds... in violent homely terror
Scars of bruise all hidden, so well inside a veil
A helpless slave in pain, insecure and frail.
A Taliban is in reign.., can we not rescue her?
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Domestic Violence on women by husbands has been recognized by WHO as a global problem leading to death and injury of millions of women.
Globally, as many as 38% of murders of women are committed by a male intimate partner.Global estimates published by WHO indicate that about 1 in 3 (35%) of women worldwide have experienced either physical and/or sexual intimate partner violence.
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Protest poem : A poem with a message
Dated 9th February 2019
Our lives rush through time just like the wind
like a fire in our souls that burns so bright
and will carry us away from dark to light
breath of spirit from you oh Lord does descend
I have waited so long to hear your voice
I opened the door and let you in
because my life you chose to defend
to walk along side was my willing choice
You have sheltered me from violence by day
my life you have spared so many times
from terror of men an horrible crimes
and iniquity of men who would have their way
Like a child I fell and you lifted me up
led me before the most priceless treasure
whose sharing I can with endless measure
placed a table before me with Son I will sup
You are my Lord before you I bow
through the curtain by hand you have led
shared your table with wine and broke bread
that into your presence you do me allow
My life is yours and exclusive devotion
jubilance and praise do spring from your seed
that which fulfills mankind and our need
whose grace with love our tender emotion
The fullness of truth to us you revealed
the words of your Son have parted our lips
with your own strength you have girded our hips
waiting we are till the last of us sealed
daily we consider all you have taught
loving kindness to others we give
in so sharing in Love they may live
to align body and all of our thought
Oh so fragile beings are we
communion with you a heartfelt treasure
whose love we receive in endless measure
So easily blinded unable to see
So very little you ask in return
to trust the path you for us choose
with abundant life never to lose
but to walk in your way to learn
sources Psalms and Gospels
COPYRIGHT © 2009 Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
911 Carousel
by Michael R. Burch
“And what rough beast ... slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”—W. B. Yeats
They laugh and do not comprehend, nor ask
which way the wind is blowing, no, nor why
the reeling azure fixture of the sky
grows pale with ash, and whispers “Holocaust.”
They think to seize the ring, life’s tinfoil prize,
and, breathless with endeavor, shriek aloud.
The voice of terror thunders from a cloud
that darkens over children adult-wise,
far less inclined to error, when a step
in any wrong direction is to fall
a JDAM short of heaven. Decoys call,
their voices plangent, honking to be shot ...
Here, childish dreams and nightmares whirl, collide,
as East and West, on slouching beasts, they ride.
Published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea, Mindful of Poetry, Gostinaya and Scholasticus/Fullosia Press. Keywords/Tags: 911, war, violence, children, visionary, surreal, power, retribution, twin towers, terror, terrorism, east, west, dream, dreams, nightmares, error
Around Chi-town, there should be skull and crossbones signs.
It's one of the most violent places you'll ever come by.
But you'll not find murder statistics in any brochure.
The local politicians think covering up the truth is the cure.
Governor Jester tosses a cherry bomb into the Chi-fire.
Called "the safe t act," which entails no cash bail:
For those prone to mayhem and violence.
Ogres in all flavors will be unleashed.
On New Year's, at the stroke of midnight.
"Happy New Year, Cinderblockerella!", slurred the Jester...
There's a chance your carriage will be jacked.
It'll be a punk, not a prince, cracking your slipper of glass".
When Faith turns fanatic,
When the mind, like a sponge soaked in dogma,
When the lure of money overrides,
When reason is hoodwinked
With the promise of a Heaven in wait,
A terrorist is born!
He moves around armed with ammunition.
Joins other desperados with loaded guns and bombs.
Like horrendous beasts unleashed from the den
They lunge on a rampage, with threats at gunpoint.
In God's name violence is concocted
Spewing hatred, hostility, and horror
When interests clash, when the greed for power overrides
Between countries, tension builds.
In the war between Russia and Ukraine
In the turmoil between Jews and Palestinians
How many have died leaving their families wailing?
We are on the brink of an apocalypse.
Guns roar, bombs blast, causing,
Death, deformity, and destruction,
Mushroom clouds rise high.
Dark clouds hang on the horizon.
Frivolous ideologies kill lives of innocents
Leading to distress and doom.
With the world turning into a battlefield
We need an escape from this inferno.
Combined efforts alone can subdue,
This formidable enemy of gigantic proportions.
United shall we stay to get all wrongs right,
Muster strength to catch the bull by its horns,
To let the doves of peace take on wings,
And build a world free of hostility and war!
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It started with finding the letter.
Sifting through the trunk in the attic.
Smelling of sweet rose water.
Faded yellow with time.
The paper folded and worn.
My Dearest Love,
Despite the violence surrounding you,
The demons you say haunt your dreams,
Being in constant fear of what you have done and seen,
I understand how you would feel like you are crazy sometimes.
I don't know how to do crazy baby.
Crazy scares me.
It makes my heart ache,
So deeply my chest hurts.
My hands fly up to my cheeks,
And I cry baby.
I weep so hard I can't catch my breath.
It started with finding the letter.
Sifting through the trunk in the attic.
Smelling of sweet rose water.
Faded yellow with time.
The paper folded and worn.
My Dearest Love,
Despite the violence surrounding you,
The demons you say haunt your dreams,
Being in constant fear of what you have done and seen,
I understand how you would feel like you are crazy sometimes.
I don't know how to do crazy baby.
Crazy scares me.
It makes my heart ache,
So deeply my chest hurts.
My hands fly up to my cheeks,
And I cry baby.
I weep so hard I can't catch my breath.
I love you.
But I can't do crazy John.
I won't be here when you get back.
But thank you for your service.
Kind Regards.
Betty Tayer
I left the letter for you on the kitchen table.
I crossed out John, and wrote Joe.
Lastly, painting the lips you said you loved to kiss,
A luscious red,
I crossed out Betty's name and left you one
Last kiss goodbye.
Our war is ending today.
I love you.
But I can't do crazy John.
I won't be here when you get back.
But thank you for your service.
Kind Regards.
Betty Tayer
Ten Lines In The Sand
Ripples adorn life finding tides in the ocean writing home ten
homely ingredients for swirling with graceful tapestry of the sun
LOVE COMPASSION and KINDNESS washing cleansing eternally
where they meet gravity’s pull and push engineered by the moon
in POETIC MOTION and surfing the crest of BEAUTY IN PEACE
The waves display NON VIOLENCE no hurting of sentient beings
no more MORONIC OTHERING just RESPECT FOR THE DIVERSE
Water the source of our pleasure plays with sand on the shore
dancing HARMONY’S resolution HONESTY in tenfold Universe
squared by earth wind and fire in the consummation of passion
16 September 2016