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to cut down tridents of false truths that men gather ......they peace and plan for
tomorrow, but I can't understand why they have such a nothing plan
in power the rich....they control us all....but who, in the beginning took the fall?
it was Adam and not Eve...even though the truth to this Myth is only
contradictory...I want to discover the entire story
My version is that the Adam & Eve just proove that man's will
betrayed God himself for a naked piece of ass
of Mary Magdaline...of Colassis of Rhodes...of Panic stricken garbage talking
politicians that we have since known....
not so simple...located in a dimple of time....that's why I continue to rasp and
rhyme.....
loss of Innocence ...with fig leaf of grievance....is no true explanation...I liken to
the anthropologist...who once said...the Egyptians knew more than history;....
Their knowledge contemplation...in every conglomeration...can only execute
phases of ordered information ordered by the One
Blashephy...you quell?? Well, it's much better than an inordinant pre destined
hell...
lol
what the Roman Catholocs take for truth is what they have been shoving down
the throats of innocents since religion became the rule
which is so much just a ruling tool for those in power over those who have
nothing.....it's insane
I agree
and I rhyme off into the eve...just ask me another word......and I'll pull it out me
sleeeve..
lol
laugh out loud doesnt' qualify
i'm mister bright side...
yes, Ur and I really like that
I'm miss glass half empty but always see the water near, lol
and I'm a water bearer - dear...
yes, Ur
an Aquarian to the core..I look towards ways to gradually restore....
Images of gratuitous purity.....or right...the young don't understand security....
sometimes I think that I think too much....but what does that mean...? the cause
and the effect and the in between...
Sometimes I think too much and it wasn't really about much it all
in the end....but at the time..it is sublime
My mother is a river.
Not a calm, deep river, lush with fish and plants, flowing by gently and powerfully...but
a thick, white rapids, furiously polishing the jagged rocks into marbles.
There is no room for rest in her arms.
You have to work for every ounce of her attention...or
she will drown you.
She is untamable, unstoppable, and will solve any problem you put before her...and I can show you how to ride her waters, how to survive her depths, how to channel her into someone helpful and useful. But I can't show you how to live within her,
because I don't know how.
She is a wild ride, a good time, a barrel of fun, a powerful tool that generates enough electricity to fuel a small city. But she is not your resting place.
She is not your warm tidepool,
your cool lagoon,
your cute bubbling creek, or
your placid lake.
She will challenge you, scare you to death, hide her power from you, flip your stupid plastic inflatable kayak over, and pull you seven miles down her banks in a hot second.
She birthed me from these waters, The Water Bearer,
balancer, lightning rod.
I was carried by her current.
The vibrations of her waves still lull me to sleep.
She birthed my sister, The Sea Goat,
nimble on her hooves, she navigated the slippery rocks
of our mother's spine.
While we were babies, she diverted some of her waters and built a moat around us to keep us safe. But she had to run, she could not keep still, she moved, bucked, and writhed until we broke free. And our vacancy freed her and she bounced off to polish more rocks.
We were born of this River Mother.
We sucked nourishment from the little vegetation she grew and the foamy dampness of her sweat.
We found our own ways to survive.
Our mother is a river. She is awesome and amazing. She is terrible and callous. She is fantastic and brutal. She is truthful and sharp. She is brilliantly blinding and as opaque as a noose made from this sheet.
I am from her, but cannot contain her.
I am of her, but nothing like her.
She is invaluable to me, yet I must escape her clutches.
She suffocates me and
keeps me alive to breathe again.
Fascinating,
this multicultural shift from monotheistic "feminist"
to compassionate "womanist".
Not an either-or, competitive shift,
typically left-brain dominant;
But a more complementary
cooperative
reciprocal
dipolar contrast
between ecological feminists
and theologically polypathic womanists,
reconnecting secular-sacred iconography
for MotherEarth's healthiest resilience.
Ecofeminists
struggling against egopatriarchal grand-staged history
of violence
war
capital-driven colonization,
rabid predation,
viral rabidity.
But, a womanist herstoric view
more quietly
domestically
intimately
vulnerably
transparently
sacredly
mysteriously
curiously
courageously
challenges left-brain straight white male humanists
to think and feel and act
with less anthropocentric assumptions
about underlying cooperative health systems
and nutrition networks
and safety values,
To include,
or at least consider more divinely
transcendently
and yet intimately,
To invite,
extend warm hospitality
to all organic creatures,
all ecosystemic energy systems
thirsting for reciprocal democratic healing
health
safety
compassion
resonant resilience
polyphonic polypaths
restoring health within retributive
win/lose
capitalistic degenerative systems.
To stretch our cooperative imaginations,
to reinterpret herstory
of a domestic and internationally transcendent MotherEarth
nature healing through restoring peace
and spiritual justice
what left-brain dominant humanists
have disassociated
with retributive anthro-hubris,
man v nature
and angry woman v left/righteous harmonic spirit.
Fascinating,
this multi-paradigmatic shift from monotheistic "sacred feminist"
to compassionate
health-resilient
water-bearer
womb well-being "womanist".
Water rune
feed off the breast
of the moon
like a baby, new
until by adolescence
another ruined
Aqua Deity Poseidon
cast forth thy trident
bellowing waves of violence
sink towering ships, in silence
How to tame a beast of rage
first you must just turn the page
a cold shoulder best these days
soon to enter the new ice age
Water rune
welcoming bad news
vicarious Aquarius
the Water bearer
enters hysteria
takes his crown
the common era
is all but dead now
Religion and science meet
with a big bang
God falls to his kneeundaunting
wounded, but not yet deceased
he makes a deal with the Devil
for their synthesis
why close your eyes
if you don't wish to hear it?
Forgot of Pisces
like a vague evading memory
of the childhood your hurricane came to
clean life away,
in ruin I stay,
nothing wise left to say
I'll just ride your wave
to my grave, of icy water.
Hallowing along to aloneness
caught up in a priceless moment
sea levels run rampant
the rising tide
rising high towards the sky
rolling back down sound like thunder
strike into oblivion, and drag me under
lifeless, unconscious, abundantly undaunting
holding onto that which might not be
whole again ever, like Pangea
for even the mightiest army surrenders
without their leader
I've opened up my Venetion blinds with a heart that throbs
to get a better view of the February scenery;
snow is falling the day before my birthday...
it's heavy, it's lovely and it quickly sticks on the berry shrubs!
The eastbound wind spreads it on the barren lawns
and as trees sway back and forth, it howls;
come down from the invisible, thick clouds
beautiful snowflakes, adorn these dreams
whether tomorrow will bring smiles or frowns...
whatever the outcome, fate arrays what he deems!
The parakeet tries to escape between the narrow rods
of the cage, he's unaware of the danger, it's not spring;
his behavior seem imprudent, he also likes to see
and feel everything I feel on this quite snowy morning!
Kids are in school, streets are frequented by thugs
who throw snowballs at each other and explode in glee!
Another year, as the last, will start on the sixth of this February,
woe to this Water Bearer who can only hope, not dream!
Dreams are only for the young hearts starting their journey,
someone like me who has dreamt them all, has no need for them;
fall snowflakes, although the dreaded robins have now fled...
there is no happier heart than mine dismissing all that is sad!
Shadow Waters
The water-bearer leans his urn silently,
pours starlight over forsaken streets
where neon lights flash their final confessions
and shattered promises accumulate like rain.
Here in the reverse trickle of time,
where advancement is lost in its own reflection,
the era turns in, searching for explanations
in dregs of what we believed we'd gained.
Electric prophets air hollow gospels
while the crowds scroll through ghost lives,
each contact another strand that entwines us
to this tapestry of lovely despair.
The constellation turns above, unchanging
those very stars that once held out liberty
now witness us tumble into the labyrinth
we built from our own radiant ideals.
In tower suites and lower-level clubs,
the children of the future sell their souls
to algorithms who recognize their secret names
and dole them out in morsels, afterwards.
Yet, still, the water flows, unceasing,
carrying seeds of something not yet born
perhaps redemption sleeps in darkness
of this shattered, brilliant age.
The carrier's face away from us,
sloshing the future drop by drop
while we stand dry in the flood,
suffocating in our own lighted shadows.
The Age of Aquarius is now
Don’t be fooled by what others say they know and see
But those who have ears to hear let them hear
And those who have eyes to see let them see
Like the Water bearer the Great Blue Heron
Rose from the creek and its massive baby blue wings
Spanned the borders of East and West
Watching the messengers graceful and gently take to the airwaves
And then land in a tree and I tried to get closer but the majestic bird moved on
Like the Water bearer the Bennu or Phoenix appeared every 12,594 years
When the Sun of old was dying and the younger and newer son was birthed
From the dying star
The Bennu bird is known as “He Who Came Into Being By Himself”
The Ascending One
The Lord of Jubilees
Since December 21st when the Sun entered the time of the Sixth Sun
The Right Wing of Jupiter and The Left Wing of Saturn
Rebirthed the Great Blue Heron in the constellation of Aquarius
Starseeds of Atum or Adam were planted when the Phoenix laid her eggs
At the Galactic Central Sun
The Seedlings have been cast down heavens
And down on the Earth
Arise sons and daughters of Adam
This is the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
I go where mountain streams converge
And stand with pitcher on the verge
Of a transparent tranquil pool
Where waters merge lucent and cool
There is the grass sparkling with dew
I dip the jar in aqua blue
It overflows its precious gift
As with both hands I gently lift
To raise the contents to my lips
So that I take the first few sips
And then I drink the rest in haste
There is ambrosia in the taste
That brings to mind my faithful muse
The sky is filled with scarlet hues
I am entranced and stay until
The sun goes up; once more I fill
The jar with water to the brim
On wings of time I fly and skim
Till I arrive at heaven’s gates
Then walk to where my master waits
The zodiac path is where he lives
He lays the rules and ever gives
To freedom lovers ample space
To go about at their own pace
And cure the fragile human race
To make the world a better place.
A water bearer I shall be
With care to serve eternally.
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 13th July 2014
Contest: Zodiac Sign
Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Placing: 1st
Unorthodox, this water- bearer rules,
an Aquarian god moody yet calm in the
face of persistent winds…his pail of wine
gushing on mouths of February streams,
like an outpour into first night’s cycle
of unpredictable moves, reigning like
a prince-in-waiting, this heir
from brazen garnet stars:
Oh, his vision is light years ahead of time;
breaking from clasps of tradition,
his maverick streaks defy life's norms
and while he dives into a crest of independence,
fool he is for needing warmth and affection.
Yet,a blend of hermit's pride and gentleness
dares the element of air to brew a storm,
then romances the lusty sea of love in a flash...
pray tell, how can one define a mystery?
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Brian Strand's Contest No 214
Mythical Greek characters can be seen in the sky
Orion, the giant huntsman, draws back his bow
The constellation Cygnus, is said to be Zeus in disguise
Draco, the dragon appears in the big Dipper's glow
The Romans gave us Luna, she lights up the night
Her glow spins stories of passsion and romance
The constellation Hercules, shines its bright light
In the west or the east you may see Venus by chance
Aquarius, the water bearer, inspired a song
Perseus, who slew Medusa, is seen on high
His wife, princess Andromeda, is among the celestial throng
As Pegasus, who carried thunder for Zeus, spread his wings to fly!
3-17-2023
Writing Challenge - 'M' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France