The End To The Beginning
A burdened remorse of forlorn futures,
Though ability lies in the hands of the beholder,
As rues and woes swallow thy thoughts,
But shall'nt one upon change ponder,
How beginnings lead to ends,
While they waltz with the former,
When a drop of reform wallows in self pity,
Must'nt one indulge upon polish,
Within ourselves lie our flaws, devoid of perfection,
For each contemplation results in further degradation.
Could it transpire? To set a nation on fire.? Could Lowe drop
The boom.? If it happens? It must be soon.' In the cauldron
Of insanity in this un-normal and dystopian governed inhumanity.' Can the damo-clean blade be turned upon who
Had it made in turn? Strike the iron thats been made hot.' Be bold
And decisive and tear out the rot.' Show your mettle and
The people will cheer.!! Banish any doubt or shadows or
Fear.' Draw your battle line and raise a standard.' Trust the
People to know how big is the gambit..Its halfway to freedom now
Get ready to push.' In true leadership burn retreats worn out
Bridge.' Forward they are waiting.! for an hour such as this
From dissillusion raise their spirits, offer integrity and then
Go with it.' Ask for support lay the truth out that is the all.' Unite and
Conquer as its been done before.'
Humanity's produced all through the ages
A thin but steady stream of brilliant sages.
Good and Evil... the Meaning of Life...
The causes of all our confusion and strife...
Good guidance and advice come from their careful pondering
As we, their students, through our lives we're wandering.
Now at last a new sage shines so bright:
She knows EVERTHING -- and is ALWAYS right!
With her we now may achieve Total Reform:
Racial, Sexist, Ethnic, Cultural...
Religious, Economic, Political...
Ethical and Moral; personal and collective...
Without us being overly reflective!
To free our selves - and World! - of every awful vice,
We only need to follow Mom's encompassing advice.
Devote ourselves to faithfully follow her Grand Plan:
"Everybody, be NICE!"
V1.
County jail-revolving door-your home
V2.
Criminal reform
is a revolving door
between the county jail
and your home
protected rights are common concenses
so change the consequences
Principled or vile, honorable or depraved,
we all view the same stars,
suffer the same dread.
The richest minds among us were
all once bedwetters.
The puerile erect walls like Trump’s fortification,
they imagine iron and concrete impervious to the
ghosts of culture and language,
never recognizing the absurd futility,
never once realizing their enslavement
to their own defenses.
Here we are conjoined,
the tormented with their tormentors,
the marginalized with the entitled
awash in the night long freezing rain
culminating in a new morning light
where we yearn to find new hope.
No one has reformed.
No one is converted
and yet, no one is the same.
The pages of days flip past.
We find great promise discarding
our malignancy of mind,
the dark ages we left behind.
We see a future as we climb free
from our climate of abhorrence, the
mind games of conspiracy,
though we still contend with our bigotry,
our racism, our dogmatism, paradoxically,
we also find our capacity to love unconditionally.
"The Saudade Receiving"
Alate
Epiphany
God is a Child
Innocent
Protected
Untouched
Reverent
Purity
Pillaged
Hurt Heart
Broken Trust
Angered
All forgiving
Guarding
Children
of Parents
of Children
Saudade
Light
Love
Us
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
LUX VITAE
Christmas 2020
Matthew 18:1-3
3 John 1:4
432hz - Carbon Based Lifeforms
https://youtu.be/d1a8BTt0-wM
adj. Alate
Saudade
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade
432hz
https://attunedvibrations.com/432hz-healing/
Face it my Facebook fan
Read my face if you can
Not buying my ideas, new
Directed cryptically to a few
Wrong target, right platform
I have agreed to reform
My love for you, will stay
Part we must, if I may
You will see me from afar
Standing across the bar
Sometimes happy and sad
At you, I am not mad
My wheels on the gravel spin around with wholesome timidity, forthwith
No hesitation among the five solitaires surrounding me like a myth,
I’d made up my mind to commence with resumption of self,
Like a viceroy who fiercely enjoyed, earnestly hoped,
Delightfully defended, unprovoked!
Let me redeem the measure of time I privately bred,
Strange is the feeling of freedom,
When everything is done, when everything is said.
Pardon my ignorance as I stepped into the opposite corner,
Excuse all the heartiness given never to be forgiven,
Scarce and hesitant, as a traveler who has sharpened senses,
Willing to cross the great ocean and a shallow sea,
With respect and honouring the deal
Disappointed so much yet those eyes will continue to edify me
Uplift and weaken,
Melt and sadden,
The feeling that lingers is my beacon
Guiding me through a rough storm,
March on! Embrace life, exceptionally warm, - reform!
I used to be carved out of marble
I used to take a chisel and hammer
To my useless pieces, and break them off
But over time, the empty spaces
Overshadowed the solid frame of me
I have run out of material to shape
I am no longer marble, I am
Bone white shards swept under the rug
The Big Bloat
It’s Not as easy
As you know
Food is legal
And can get
It to go
I find myself
In the same
Bloat
We eat when
Hungry
Or in a
Deep mote
But...
As hard
As it is
To dig out
The rut
We all can
Do it
And have
A good
Gut
R-eform
O-ur
S-oul's
E-rror
Topic: Birthday of Rose Simblante (April 7)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
No therapist wanted to do any kind of counseling for B School, which to my home is quite near.
I was frankly bewildered that three of my friends, Susan, Tad, and Sun had told me they would never come back here.
B school looked lovely; the grounds were impeccably beautiful - flowers, wind spinners, and fountains with water ever so clear.
The reception area was colorful, welcoming, pretty even, a tribute to whoever designed it so dear.
I wondered why everyone I had spoken to who had been here hated it so, it was totally unclear.
The dean of students was lovely, smart, engaging, a good listener; a woman who seemed totally dear.
"I would like Tricia Tee take you around, "Dean told me, "So you can see what a ship-shape school we run here.
We had no sooner got to the first locker when a child started to walk past, and I yelled,"Mere!"
My former student looked up, scared, frightened, mesmerized, unable to move, hypnotized by fear.
"That's a demerit for you, Mrs. K, and a demerit for Mere," Tricia said snippily, writing it down in a notebook she had near.
Um...
I think I get it now.
S-ee
H-ow
E-rrors
R-eform
Y-our
L- ife
Topic: Birthday of Sheryl Evanculla (July 4)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
If it does not require
People like Donald Trump
And corporations
Like General Electric
To pay Taxes to support
Operation of the federal
Government of the USA
Then it is NOT, "Tax Reform"
It is just "Fake News"!
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