On your pale hard tummy, lined up so neat I row,
with the queens permission bloomers in plastic on E Bay.
Those spears and swords used as pens, two brown, one pink and deep cobalt that blue...
You reach out to rediscover the other I am that wandering traveler
Scribbling tonight in frantic haste covered in your yellow Van Gogh paste.
Are you sneaky and secretive in your nutritive contemplations.
Do you want to wander under the stars for a little while?
Between the pulse of the sun today and light Tommie is heavy and full this night.
Basking golden in a silence that will never leave upon awaking then woman thus come when it does.
Imagining all kinds of your imaginings...
Lips between those short Greek words that only you could find monotheist use for, alas because of you, I squirm.
And you and they on some named flatulent horse of a book.
Look at me and it comes in a hurry blurry haze all over us
and when I do you as want by your will, I am properly twisted
Categories:
monotheist, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
I'm reading "Daring Democracy,"
Frances Moore Lappe and Adam Eichen,
noticing here too
racial justice glops onto EarthJustice.
This isn't news,
although maybe gospel GoodNews,
that polycultural regenerativity
and multicultural democratic health
are two reverse faces
of White
and Climate
Fragility,
In turn,
the ancient green health/wealth Face
resisting white nation-state western privilege,
militarism
colonialism
patriarchalism
nature/spirit dualism
fundamentalism
Anti-evangelical multicultural health,
regenerative wealth.
I lay my Daring Democracy paperback aside
lost in wonder
how we ever could imagine
degenerative monocultural elitism
as more worthy of a healthy democratic republic
than regenerative polycultural privilege
of sacred grace
Equally true
and cause for gratitude
whether atheist,
and/or monotheist,
and/or polytheist,
and/or pantheist,
and/or panentheist,
and/or ecologist,
and/or co-redeemer for EarthJustice.
Categories:
monotheist, deep, earth, education, green,
Form: Political Verse
Cheer me, you false monotheist,
On what quest shall I partake,
Like a lively baron with no plate,
'Cause the end is created by the fake,
The Great Solemn is what it takes,
The greatest question shall I say,
For what purpose shall I stay.
edited:1/6/2020
Categories:
monotheist, depression, identity, self, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
Way and my Creed
When I was in a womb,
I am pure,
empty and life,
cleared from a sin ...
when I got to the world,
at first I am innocent,
I learn to know thing,
and dreamt ...
then I was a traveller,
Along the way,
I become so muddy,
and stinky...
I work to cleanse,
my selfishness self,
my body and soul,
And feed my spirit ...
then as I go further,
I will go back to dust,
soon it will come,
but a certain to come ...
Therefor a pending time,
my soul wished for hope,
be attached in the Sky,
while waiting for a time...
The end of everything,
that certain day will come,
stand for accountability,
in the judgement day...
The worst is no return,
only remain for me,
is my one Creed,
that witnessed me ...
If I am a sinner,
I will be punished,
but none one immune,
or should be saved ...
Except a Monotheist,
suffers but forgiven,
by the Almighty God,
and never to the goddess ...
--By: Khadaffy D. Mangondato
Categories:
monotheist, allah,
Form: ABC