In sleep..Deepest sleep, does the body not move.? For lying too long on just one
Side is bad? I believe that is true.? We turn right to left, all unaware, as ( the body )
Regulates by innate care.' So being on the
Left indefinatley will stress your skin crush blood in transit, cause pain within
The same for the right, do not stay forever
Maybe a while on the back, will suit you better.? A simple enough theisis, but practical truth..Could it be applied to politics.? Would it help somewhat.? In
Valuing balance.? Does it allow a plot.?
As in seamanship? A course to follow for
The body of a country, maybe we all
should on just not? swallow..That the right side or the left, are the only choice.'
Available is discernment, treat it not as naught.' Maybe better for the body of a country, to have chance to move? And
Before retiring to the bed,
in making; slip off real heavy shoes ?
An event planner from birth,
he becomes annoyed to notice
what had been short-range planning
is now long-range
hoping to renew
anthropocentric intelligent investment
What sentience may his cells,
molecules,
atoms have that remains?
Now free to transverse
transform
transparent with non-other
neighbors
Looking for unconditional love
compassion
enlightenment
cooperative empowerment
With synergetic
energetic
united,
but not uniformed,
neighbors
Rematriated,
reformed
from patriarchal caste position
preservation
compulsion
Recreating a less anthropocentric view,
panentheism becomes as humanely obvious
as sacred ethos wealth
embracing organic eros health
Renewing virtues
of green ecological climates
planning a robust EarthMother democracy.
They move through the maze,
Papers wavering like
thin-skinned truth,
Each signature a quiet uprising
Against the slow- grinding
Manuel Materials
That call themselves order.
Their voices catch on procedural
irritants
Cracked syllables lagged
Across desks,
Needs folded into Manila envelopes
That wander office to office
Like pilgrims pleading for
Charity.
Red tape coils around them-
A serpent made of statues,
A ribbon intertwined from regulations,
A binding charm diffuse by
Hands
That promise representation
But deliver hesitation.
Paper pushers sit behind the
Writing desks,
Shuffling lives like loose
Documents,
Moving stacks instead of
Solutions,
Measuring urgency in forms
And stamps,
Instead of human obligations
Still they push forward,
Bearing the bulk of civic expectations,
That drag of political formality,
The discomfort of being heard
Only after being processed.
And in the end,
Their persistence becomes revelation-
Proof that even disordered
Systems
Cannot silence a people
Who declines to be filed away.
O, good. Just what I’ve always wanted to elect
a Senatorial candidate with a Nazi tattoo on his chest
What do you mean he’s dropping out of the race
~ depriving me of voting for one of America’s best
Said the caste abolitionist
to the privileged preservationist
What Earth needs outside
we both feel inside
What people want inside
fills and spills outside
Following polycultural
polypathic
polyamorous
polytheistic Golden Rules
Ways
Means
Golden Ratios.
Caste abolition,
like anthropocentric constraint,
and unlike narcissistic complaint,
engages transformative potential
to recreate an organic civilization
in which every sacred body
has what is needed
and every polyamorous mind
has what is wanted.
Every neurological system
well-trained
and peace-making empowered
to recognize
and responsibly self-correct
any dissociative dissonant differences
between body nurturing needs
for kind touch
and mind-care wants
for compassionate communication
Spoken
and unspoken,
saged
and mused,
crowned
and rooted,
mountained
and valleyed
FatherSunned
and EarthMothered,
LeftBrained
and RightBodied,
enlightened
and empowering,
polished Win+Win
and abolished Win v Lose.
Time always move
Forward not backwards
The future has already
Been written and engrave
By the lord, and no man
No plot nor plan will prosper
Even if the plan seems ironclad
It will never change what
God has in-store for his people
He is the power, just call upon
with prayer
Open the Door
Kevin Davis – 2025
Open the door where death and life align—
What spirits linger? What truths are divine?
Open your mind where justice wears disguise—
What dreams endure? What hidden deceit lies?
Open your heart to the clash—chains and wings—
What freedom cries? What quiet tyranny stings?
Open your soul where hatred turns to dust—
What love remains? What beliefs earn your trust?
So open yourself to this sacred decree:
Guard well the flame of our democracy.
Stand for the truth—let your voice be the toll,
And demand that our Constitution remain whole.
A tinted rainbow smeared with blood
On its surface lies the bodies of youth devoured by guns
Guns aimed at them by the same people who were meant to protect them
46 years later we are still fighting the same battle as the class of 76
But now the narrative has changed
Instead of fighting against being taught in a language we don’t understand
The fight is against fees and black on black oppression
Please forgive mama that they didn’t tell you when you were voting in 1994 that you were voting for your grandkids and great grandkids to be unemployed
Please forgive me sir that they didn’t tell you ukuthi you were voting for your kids to be working at a carwash with a Masters degree
I am sorry that they didn’t tell you, you were voting for black-on-black oppression
I'm sorry, I just can't (T)ake it anymo(r)e.
Everything h(u)rts, (m)y life is falling a(p)art.
I should have (k)nown (i) would mess it a(ll) up from the (s)tart.
I'm (c)limbing to t(h)e roof and f(i)xing this.
My (l)ife is worthless.
I'm a (d)isappointment to my pa(ren)ts.
goodbye forever.
Lying dog-faced pony soldier*
Walz-ing for the cameras
As if you have the answers,
Young people are murdered
By men you swear to protect~
Say her name:
Jocelyn
Rachel
Laken
Kayla
Amber
Dayanara
Maria
Megan
Halley
How many more will die
While you are Walz-ing around
Protecting the sanctuary?
*Joe Biden said "you're a lying, dog-faced pony soldier" to a 21-year-old student, Madison Moore, during a campaign event in New Hampshire in February 2020.
Indiginous English, Scots and Welsh..Who are homless, or between accomodation
Should not be, left on the proverbial shelf
As long as they have credentials..Or true
Fellow citizens who will stand, to vouchsafe they are genuine, with best intentions for their own land, it will be to the
Credit of a Nation steeped in, the common good, the better ideals; that burned as it
Were the beacon, that the world would
observe. Thats well understood, the
better optic to observe through, to build their strengths, deep within..
I proffer this in reason
That a balance may, be struck..So the weal of
A Nation be again treasured, now do away with insanity's truck.'
If malevolent roses
were blue passioned red
And malicious violets
were red pleasing blue
Then contentious autocracy
would have a whole lot less
malgovernance to do.
We must have parties big enough to
Run the country effectivley.!!!
YET THAT IS NOT THE TRUTH.!!!
THEY ARE BEING CONTROLLED
FROM OUTSITE BY FORIGENERS.'
SO WHY WILL IT BE DIFFERENT WITH
ONE NATION.? AN OLD CAMOAIGNER
BARNABY JOYCE IS ALREADY MOVING
HE KNOWS WHERE THE GOODYS ARE
GOING MATE'S
WORK THIS THING OUT.!!!
And things got bad..And things became worse
Then a health opportunity arrived, like could break the curse
Yet the ukranian cheerer, well he just.? Well just
Stood by.' The levers of power..Did not even try to
Grasp or throw, one! Let alone a few.' A solicitless
Lawyer, it just won't do, but hes up in the chamber
Regular enough.' A lion at the despatch box where
It (really gets tough?) He's presided at banqets
And he even says prayers.' Yet when the Ostiches
Stuck there necks out.' He just didn't care.! I reckon
He's uni-party ( through and through ) could tell
Us in which bunker hunkers Hunka.' No he's not
Quite the man in all estimation.? To see Canada through.)
When democratic gratitude
performs with politically positive
caste-abolishing attitude
Then autocratic certitude
and kleptocratic magnitude
do not negatively deform
with unenlightened
and disempowering
caste-preserving platitudes.
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