The thunderous noise of death fell from the militarized sky
And blasted the silence of my secret refuge piercing my eye
Spilling its cracking violence over not only me and my resting dog
Sitting in peace on the sun covered grass far from war
But it also wrapped itself around every single garden flower
Forcing itself with deafening thunder against the tolling sounds of time
Cascading down from the church steeple’s bell tower
Reminding us of another world lost from view and hanging
On a silver thread from the voice of God’s world and once mine
There are clocks turning backwards,
there are rights being lost,
you might think you’re unaffected,
but things are worse than you thought.
For your wives and your daughters,
are now property of the state;
they’ll be tracking their cycles,
and they better not be late.
For your women are now watched
by the militarized state;
The old laws have been eradicated,
cause it’s freedom,
the republican fundamentalists hate,
and like the Taliban, your freedoms they’re taking.
You better vote soon, before it’s too late,
cause your rights are disintegrating.
Come fathers and husbands,
throughout the land,
let’s give them an electoral beating,
that they’ll understand,
your vote is your voice,
so please take a stand.
If the freedom of privacy's worth saving,
you better vote soon, before it’s too late,
cause your rights they’re eliminating.
Sometimes Earth's peace dreams
feel unreachable,
ever,
for anyone,
Including our unhealthy enemies
and aggressive aliens
and militarized terrorists
and anxious sociopaths
and despairing criminals
and miscellaneous Others
LeftBrain wounded
patriarchal-capitalist nervous
monoculturing heartless minds
of unwoke monotheistic unconsciousness,
like my own
Mundanely unaware
of how ticked off we are
about giving up
on our unreachable panentheistic
nature-spirited dream
Reclaiming EarthTribe's indigenous
pantheistic empowered
enlightening calm
inviting EarthTribal
non-anthro-exceptional
universal polycultural
communal
nutritional
healthy wealth of kindness.
It's hard to be Green
in a Red v Blue drama scene
Hard to be heard
and seen
when the Blues
say the Reds
are too mean
and the Reds
find the Blues
too liberally obscene
It's hard to be Green
when political business
is all about capital investment debate
and not dialogue
about how to ecosystemically abate
the invasion of our hate
amid failure of our late
climatically failing
Anthropocene.
It's hard to be Green
and bravely seen
in a Red v Blue debate
about sharing our ballistic toys
with other militarized girls and boys
who believe we are safer to be mean
than to plant a spring fed garden
of polyculturally healthy
cuisine.
It's hard to be cooperatively Green
in a Win or Lose
Red or Blues debate
about who is most worthy
to trust
not to covertly lust
for powers bending the minds
and chilling the hearts
and killing the home
of our late Great Transitioning
unearthly mean
formerly Green
Anthropocene.
It's hard to grow Green
humbly in-between Red and Blue
appositions unclearly not not true,
undogmatically,
unemphatically
transpartisan green
green
green,
unseen.
Night Labor, for Rachel Corrie
by Michael R. Burch
Tonight we keep the flame alive;
we keep the candle lit.
We burn bright incense in your name
and swear we’ll not forget—
your innocence, your courage,
your commitment—till bleak night
surrenders to irrevocable dawn
and hate yields to love’s light.
Amen
NOTE: Rachel Corrie was a young American peace activist who lost her life while serving as a “human shield” to keep a Palestinian home from being demolished by a militarized Israeli bulldozer.
Arming teachers
to prevent assault rifle tragedies
in schools
Is like arming preachers
to prevent epic sins and unorthodox errors
in church.
Are we teaching peace
and restorative justice
or war-mongering
and retributive injustice?
More hate
and fear
and anger?
Or a touch of love
and kindness
and cooperative consciousness,
mindfulness?
More climate pathologies
or finally some climates
of multiculturing health?
How to evaporate promising youth
or how to facilitate resonant resilience
of youth through WiseElders
mentoring GoldenRules?
Just because Trump
does not believe in No Gun Zones
does not discourage me
from continuing to believe
that Earth did rather well as a No Gun Zone
for several tens of thousands of years
before we came along,
adding desecrating gunpowders
and militarized self-righteous assaults
with deadly automated weapons
to Her sacred mix.
Copyright © 2014
08..13.2014
What will tomorrow bring
current crisis must be a dream.
ISIS gaining desert steam
like a locomotive they seem.
Putin's Russia returning COLD
this Cold War deadlier we're told.
Whole town of Ferguson up in smoke
illegal shootings destroying hope
with militarized police it's hard to cope.
Fallen Angels and GOD'S Promise
End of Time events now upon us.
So, what will tomorrow bring
current crisis must be a dream.
Prophesied, a war against Satan's Allies
defeated by a shout above these skies.
Some say it is Biblical, and must come
an in-bound missile, or a trumpet's hum,
or maybe that asteroid they could avoid
but by HIS Word, our Savior, and Lord.
Voices of Liberty sought a better destiny
so shall by HIS Power the faithful to be.
Many refused to admit there was a climate change
now our planet's system permanently rearranged.
So, what will tomorrow bring
current crisis must be a dream.
These crises of 2014 - 2019
might not be what they seem.
by: LPruitt
edited: Dec 27 @ 8:37am
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