We now have six people with absolute power.
Is this really a victory or just our darkest hour?
Our God given free will is no longer in play.
Fifty years of progress has been lost to us this day.
Our laws can be changed behind a locked private door.
I guess the power of the people, and their vote is no more.
A new era is upon us, reorientation has begun.
Forget about your ballots, that’s all over and done.
What comes next, the chicken or the egg?
They are not going to stop with just an arm or a leg.
Their righteous morality on us they will force.
The next abomination will be Gay rights of course.
What color is your skin, do you think you are free?
They can put you in shackles, if that’s where they want you to be.
It's now the power of the kitchen, the closet and slave.
So much for our future, we’re headed back to the cave.
Categories:
reorientation, betrayal,
Form: Couplet
Prayer's positive potential is not as substitute for planning.
Prayer might be a prelude to planning,
and might be an appropriate postlude
to fully implemented plans,
whether psalm of gratitude
or requiem of remorse
depending on healthy and pathological outcomes.
Even better,
some gratitude and humble remorse,
held together,
demonstrating we have learned something
from our nondual co-arising trial and error
and yet continue improving
our further therapeutic refinements.
But, whether my life plans are what happened
while Earth continuously revolved in other distressing directions,
or I continue learning to plan somewhat more cooperatively
and multiculturally
and inductively and deductively co-arising
togetherly more than separately,
prayer is the active planner's co-redemptive bookend,
Alpha and Omega double-binding points of reorientation,
not my personal How to Save the World book,
much less exegetically seminal scripture.
Prayer is my yeasty bread and liturgical garnish,
but not the red meat
of ego/ecologically balanced regenerative planning.
Categories:
reorientation, earth day, health, humor,
Form: Prose Poetry
Cold autumnal morning,
Winter warning sounds around
As fog seeks to enter
And smother the mind
From seeing the future
Keeping you blind;
Fog on the river,
Fog on the road,
Foot off the gas, fog on the grass;
This seeping damp
Dressed as clouds
Lowering the light
Lowering the sounds
Fog seeps into every place
Attempting to drown
The unaware;
Fog signals cold in the atmosphere
With everywhere enveloped in damp air;
Some love the fog
As it covers a lot of fears
With a cloud that disappears
The moment the sun begins to shine;
Love the fog,
It gives you time to think,
Time for reorientation, to find your place,
To discover your station;
Fog covers a crime, a love, a time to hide,
As life goes on around you;
When it lifts
Time returns to you
And fog fills your mind
To excuse your time lost in the fog.
Categories:
reorientation, weather,
Form: Free verse
To the Lips that inspired this !
Kiss me my Love that I may live again,
For the night is cruel and my lips long for your sweet resurrection.
As God breathed life into Adam, breathe life into me with those divine lips.
Lips fashioned after the tree of life for through them I will live forever.
I have found my rest, my sabbath.
They say the eyes are window to the soul,
Well I have found the door, the portal to paradise, whose fruit are evergreen.
Fruit which nourishes my soul and invigorates my being.
As we engage in this sweltering symphony of passion, with each gasp
And sigh our youth is renewed.
The stars our audience applaud our audacity to love so unafraid.
To observers kissing is a collision of lips.
To me kissing is the reorientation to the living.
So kiss me again my love, that I may live again.
Categories:
reorientation, allegory, cute love, kiss,
Form: Free verse
Constable
To pinpoint or to finger a Constable
Is treasonous and abominable
Dockets and summons may state:
‘Charged for subverting the State!’
Reorientation my men deserve
They know no longer who to serve.
They fast run with the swift hare
Sharing its calamities of the snare
Then hunt with the ravenous hound
Whose victims are death-bound.
Could he have trained to chase
And not to analyse the case?!
JM
09th February 2014
Categories:
reorientation, betrayal,
Form: Couplet
You have inspired sunshine to illuminate dark woods.
Anything remotely associated with you sends birds to song.
Rivers overflow with my emotions.
My gaze melts snow, when I think of you.
There is no wound that my love can not penetrate.
No tear that my devotion will not absorb.
Take your fears and cast them onto my sturdy shoulders.
Let my warmth lift your lowest days.
It is not too late to issue a reorientation.
Disembark from your present course.
Alter destiny’s compulsion.
You are free to pursue liberty.
You will know where to find me,
on the lonely mountain communing with the wind,
stoking an unconditional fire.
Follow the trail of sweet smelling smoke,
until you find me.
Categories:
reorientation, devotion
Form: Free verse
Gloaming,the facet of life
Seamy,unwilling to the ear
Saw him yesterday,unthinkable
We spoke not quite long inexplicable
I left him just now,unimaginable
Harvestation with no crop
Reorientation for this world
He cries,someday the snail will come off its shell
Sorrow for eternity
Joyous for eternity
In two's thought of the mind
In two's were
in twos the journey of mankind.
Categories:
reorientation, confusion, death, mystery, sympathy,
Form: I do not know?