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As we stand on the threshold of a new era and the passing of the torch from a cloaked
government and into the hands of a fresh new one that does speak a promises that change
has come to the Whitehouse, let not your eyes or ears nor mind depart from the harsh
realities that the most honest of intentions have strayed into the weakness of humanness
and the very greed of ones heart…Humanness which can and does make us all sometimes
falter into the very innocents of ignorance which can make anyone slip from the very path
on which they may have intended to have gone.
It is at times like this when a single mans strength is tested and that a fort in the midst of a
battle does realize that not one solider will be left standing, if just one solider turns and runs…
As they battle to defend the gates or it’s walls. Surely…One man can cry to, “Defend until the
last man does falls!” but it is the combination of the strength of all those who stand together
to defend her gates and walls that will determine if a fort shall still be standing or weather it
shall fall.
My friends this is the deciding factor of who has won or lost. We as people have been called
upon to defend our very own walls and gates, but it is not one’s mans cry to battle…that shall
lead us, but it is the strength of a people united as one! God shall be our shield and Jesus
who was sacrifice is our flaming arrow that will find our enemies weakness in his fortified
armored suit! Our fort shall be protected and its gates and walls unharmed. No not even a
one single scratch to her gates or walls… For no one lioness will hunt alone.
All claim to have come seeking peace, but instead found war. For mankind the bell has rung!
Now put on your gloves, the fight is on! No, the war that I spoke of is not real...only the exit
of a failed government and the birth of a new one is true. But there is a battle that rages
unseen...it is a for lost souls. A war between both good and evil that began, when Eve and
Adam ate from the tree of knowledge. God’s children, do you not hear me? A bell has rung…
You are in the biggest war that has ever been declared, it’s a fight for the immortality of each
and every one of our souls and the bell has been rung. Come out fighting...because the bell
for this fight has started ringing for everyone!
Joyce K
There is this Lady I know, I thought I knew.
Could I have been so wrong, from my point of view ?
She perceives herself, a cardboard silhouette of a soul,
a papier mache doll, an image we all should know.
A shallow pond residing in the middle of this human ocean
is how she sees herself to be – a very strange notion
for me to comprehend as I look into the depths of her mind
and reflect upon all I know, that has shown her to be so kind,
deep, thoughtful, caring - giving her all throughout
her living a life of advocacy, concern and no doubt,
much, much more than I know or of my word
- in this attempt at poetry – that she might have heard.
This Lady with such a fine mind – a model for man kind –
who looks back in time, within, and cannot seem to find
one moment in a long ( seventy eight years ) life time
to recall, remember, feel her humanness in a flake of love,
a speck of joy, a line of happiness, a pool of blissfulness from above,
a stream of contentment, satisfaction for and from all the good
she has done for this world of troubled mankind, where he stood
the self. the self-satisfied, the self-destructive, and the lost.
I want to believe she has known a flake, a speck. a line tossed,
a pool, a stream and that these have been a part of her experience.
Are known, if not in the conscious, in the subconscious existence.
Is she to be, not but – as we look upon and within – veneer ?
A mosaic overlay on cardboard papier mache, she wants us to hear.
Not a mighty Oak, Maple, Mahogany, Teak, Burl just a paper doll.
Is this the carefully contrived image she believes ?, is this her fall
from grace ?, she thinks herself to be ?, - not the beauty of soul, of acts,
of the face I know, - but a mask to hide what?/, what are the facts ?
Is she this hollow, empty cardboard papier-mache doll ?, devoid
of feelings, of love, just walking through life, living it, must avoid.
I think not, nor can I – not even in my wildest of dreams believe
or perceive of such possibilities - but then, who am I to conceive,
to question the perception of the one who should truly know
herself, intimately better than anyone else on this planet could show.
So all these assumptions I have put out there, I should retrieve.
B. J. “A” 2
May 14th 2005
We met him at the Pride Parade joining all those who came there to unite…
He was wearing a blue denim dress and carrying a flag in colors blue and pink and white.
He proudly waved his transgender flag…a freedom that seemed to give him joy…
We weren’t sure if he was born a boy who knew he was a girl
or born a girl who knew she was a boy.
But that didn’t matter to us…or anyone else who stood there by the road…
we were all impressed with the courage and the bravery this wonderful human showed.
Because today…fear and prejudice and politics have made it difficult by far…
for a transgender human to stand up proudly…and declare to the world who they are…
Which is why we were there at the parade…to lend our love, support and happiness
to celebrate with pride…all the people in the parade…and their unique humanness.
It’s fitting that we are in Cherokee country..because many native nations,
whose traditions we so callously attempted to destroy…
believed in two-spirit people—those being born part girl…part boy.
They gave special significance to two-spirit humans…and welcomed all of them here
believing they had a special connection to the sacred spiritual sphere.
They revered two-spirit humans…who because of their two-spirit feelings
became their spiritual and ceremonial leaders…with special powers for healing
I’d like to get back to the Native Nations way of thinking…
because the only way to make this country great…
If to ensure acceptance, truth and wisdom…supplants our prejudice, fear and hate.
When you think about it who walks in better balance
than a human who can see the world from more than one side…
Which made us proud to watch this young human wave his flag…
proud he knew he was accepted…that he didn’t have to hide.
I believe we all are born with two-spirits…certainly me…and I have no doubt…you…
It’s just some people are more blessed to have a better balance between the two.
And rather than try to shame and humiliate them…I think it’s important that we…
celebrate who they are…and who they were born to be…
Because this human holds onto the hope that one day…our world will have evolved so far…
That a human won’t need to be brave or courageous…to show the world exactly who they are
I am in the medical clinic
new baby squeaks out a distress cry
sounds like a drowning cat
we are all masked
I forgot to wear mine in
so they slapped a pink one on me
I am the third in line
a young woman comes in and stands by door
tries to sneak to front of line
receptionist points behind me and says “go to end of line”
at least ten people are sitting in the main reception room
two inches away from each other’s chairs
many cough into their masks
germs are crawling up their legs, spilling out their eyes
Invisible baby's cries are getting louder
Someone’s phone plays a silly tune
My phone rings
It is my husband trying to face time me
in a clinic? I press the red button three times
he finally gives up and texts
something he should have done in the first place
An unseen toddler shrieks
MOMMY! MOMMY!
All the women look up
We might be smiling
Hard to say with masks which hide our humanness
tall thin young guy wearing enormous black mask walks in
looks like he is ready to pull out a pistol
if you rob a medical clinic what do you get?
I ask if I can sit in the overflow lobby where no one is sitting
I do not relish catching all these contagious diseases
these people probably have malaria and diptheria
I hear the receptionist’s voice get louder
“Sir, have you ever been here before?”
She is talking to the black mask guy
He says “no”
“Whose card is this?” she asks him.
“My wife’s, it’s a new card for me”.
Three women in scrubs walk in carrying their lunch in brown bags.
the masked guy says “Her phone number? Okay”.
For all the receptionist knows, she could be calling anybody.
She asks the person their name.
I am rolling my eyes now.
The nurses are laughing as they walk by
I want to shush them
Trying to follow the soap opera at the reception desk
It has been twelve minutes since the last patient has been taken back
the doctors are probably at lunch
We are probably all sitting here for nothing
As the main room empties out, I inch my way over there
The man who has his wife’s credit card is sitting in the chair I wanted
I try not to pout
Celebrating the Adventure of Advent
Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment
Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of
Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements
Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility
Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication
Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script
Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness
Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts
Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity
Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe
Kai Michael Neumann
07th June 2016
what is my claim to fame
a face in a crowd
no name
that stands me out from the multitude
wading aimless in this bottomless vat
searching
for a glimmer of that somewhere light
climbing on ladder straights
that bend and break
from the pressure of generations
that sleep in hollow graves
shedding tears from hollow eyes
dried bones ache no more
from the pains of life
buried in this hole called nowhere
enclosed by walls that echo and scream
scream
when they remember yesterday
cry
when they think tomorrow
no longer seeking
the warm rays of the sun
even in death
there work is undone
ancestral spirits stand in the wings
hover over trees
whispering hold on
don't give in to the bend in my back
don't be afraid to let go of today
there is light at the top
of this bottomless vat
i have held centuries
who walked before you
tubman, booker t, dubois
sojourner, malcom, martin luther
just to name a few
don't give up to the ache in you feet
the pain in your hips
the chafe on your lips
the blood in the palm
of your outstretched hand
no one to understand
the pressure in the pit of your chest
broken heart
aching back
lost in the crowd of this bottomless vat
no father, no mother
no sister, no brother
a friend
an illusion of the mind
time has erased
all traces of humanness
climbing the ladder
to that somewhere success
hold on to your straight
don't give in to the weight of those
that stand on your toes
sap your strength
make you weak
smile in your face
then, slap the other cheek
you did not die from the knife
in your back
healed over scars
hidden wounds
its too soon
your don't have time
to form an attack
even with the knife
hanging from your back
peek the dawn that's about to break
it's all right to cry
no time to hate
stretch your arm
grab another straight
step once more upon my back
there is light at the top
of this bottomless vat
hold on
don't give up
you're on your way
to a place called
freedom
Form:
If I could lose the weight of my arms
The warmth on my shoulders
The feeling of the beach molded by my back.
The whistling of the embankment’s
whittling sands
and sloshing gusts of wind that slide over my skin
like sterling feathers.
I thought I could take myself out of the action
of listening
if I could lose the sounds.
If their resonance never reached me.
I tried to lose the feeling of myself;
The diligence of physical attentiveness.
I tried to become something otherworldly
and to be the world.
To encompass a spirit of something beyond my bounds.
To feel a fluid infinity
without myself a part.
I tried to surpass myself.
I thought to cross into the natural world
was not to observe,
but to become.
But it is not a crossing.
Not a leaving of yourself,
but a coming home.
I, twisted limbs.
Pose delicately in half sleep
for the sea.
I speculate,
scrutinize,
search for descriptions of the waves.
The shades of each underbelly.
The foam over each fold
as the water rolls over itself ceaselessly.
But the ease of its beauty
becomes mutilated by my human mind.
Overanalyzed.
The words I need
changing with the turn of every sky.
But this noticing,
this is always from the outside.
How do I become the world
without losing the distinction of myself?
How do I pass inside nature’s soul
without leaving the humanness of mine?
I, a contorted body.
Too tangled for order,
yet too orderly.
Too clean for the mess of dirt and slime and blood.
Too pained and raw.
Too used to death.
Too logical,
yet unreasonable.
Unrecognizable
and known.
We are led by despair and love
as if they are the same thing.
Heartache in red and black.
A numbness of terrific color;
focused.
This is how we feel;
In opposites that become the same.
I need not cancel my feeling
to join the realm of another.
I cannot,
for it is the intimacy of my attachment
that at once unlatches me.
You didn’t leave me in the past,
Where faded memories were dark, shadows
Breaking through my peace, rhythms
Raining like echoes from the long-ago,
Erasing the beautiful, the joy and hope
The promises of wonderful, in hues
So brilliant, like the laughter of a lavender
Bloom, the music in cobalt blues,
The blush, trembling in whispery cerise,
Glowing magnificence – promises
From the dewlike blessings, falling
From heaven – in stunning hues – singing
To the past of a gorgeous that has come,
Shyly wiping away the tears of yesterday
With silent breath, gasping for truth
Trusting in the One who shines, brighter
Than the sun. He is the Son, the love,
The beautiful in every color, the miracle
In every dream, the lesson in every need,
The feeling beyond any affection…
He is the One who makes a way through the past,
Through the pain and the failure, the flaws
That makes us human and more damaged than
We care to admit – more broken than we can express,
More defective and insufficient, more weak and frail
Than our description of humanity – without Him,
The One who makes a way beyond the deficiency
The humanness, the limitations of our own abilities…
Because He knows us better than we know us,
Because He loves us more than we love us,
Because He abides with us – when we’re lost
Because He is love that silences the broken heart
Because He is the answer to every prayer spoken
Because He is the Savior, the Peace, the Hope
Because He knows us and longs to show us…
The way out of the past, out of the pain, out of the doubt…
We have a chance to reach out, in faith, with the assurance
That our sincere belief in this Jesus, His grace – we can
Sincerely say… HE saves! Oh, yes… HE SAVES!!!
As long as there is sin to tempt the heart,
The sin that reflects our humanness – our world,
There will be dark thoughts, evil and destruction
There will be greed, lust and prejudice…
All those things that came to all of us, long ago
When Adam and Eve allowed the serpent to fool them…
As long as there is a world who refuses to seek
The very One who created us and the world He made for us
We will never see the wonder that comes to those
Who know He is the only way, the only chance, the only grace
Worthy of our faith, the believing that prepares our way
So that we can assuredly say – Jesus is the light, shining
Bright in the soul who believes in His gift of salvation
As long as there is doubt that destroys the believer’s ministry
As long as there is suspicion bringing bitterness and resentment
As long as there is distrust that silences the hope and faith
As long as there is a shame that refuses to ask for forgiveness
As long as there is fear that won’t allow us to chance believing
As long as there is a devil, the one who fell from heaven…
There will be those things that only Jesus and His gift of grace
Can possibly extinguish…
As long as there is His love – there is hope for eternity
With the One who makes a way where no way was known.
Despite the worst that comes, with Jesus – there is more
Grace, love, faith, hope, peace, joy – than we can ever imagine
Just KEEP BELIEVING
John 17:14 I have given them thy word; and the world hath hated them, because they are not of the world, even as I am not of the world. (KJV)
Neither this torrential rain have the will to stop
Nor the monsoon sky have the will to lit up this darkness!
God only knows what happened to the firmament,
That breaking and exploding on us like this!
Maybe the sky is bleeding and wailing in agony,
As the earth is clutched by the claws of oppression
Is this the end? ......
Perhaps there may be another tempest is broiling.
Yes, I could see this droplet of rain encapsulated Psalms of freedom
Neither does this rain want to stop...
Nor the sky lit up and burn this darkness.
This will not stop!....?
How on earth this mayhem will stop!
When the innocent people got killed and buried on mountains,
And the grass blanketed the pain and cries choked inside the soil
The earth got bloodied of murder and arson!
From that wetness of blood blooms new voices,
voices of wisdom and humanity will resonate freedom
new slogans of humanness will echo on the mountains.
Yes the mother earth is nurturing us With her milky dews,
The trees are waiting and witnessing the secret moves
Of a whirlwind that brawling faraway!!!!
The time will stop when the doomsday arrives,
yes I know this rain will bring back a Hurricane...
The thunderous clouds looming over with war cry!
Yes this thwarting rain is bringing back the storm
And will wash away the pain and bloodshed,
uncover, and unveiling the nameless tombs and free the souls.
Yes, these Dark clouds will clear up for a new dawn
Yes, this New sky of freedom will prevail peace
the new sky will bring warmth of hope and life......!!!