what sounds good isn’t always good
the tunes,the beat, the rhythm
all could be the work of the enemy
guard your heart by what you listen to
by what goes into your mind, body, and soul
dont let it influence what you do ..
but change your ways by being made new!
Relationships,
like resonance,
feel sacred to me
in a way that individual things,
like trucks
and guns
do not
survive long
without significant depreciation
Despite impressive commercial value
when first assembled.
Feelings seem organic
to neurosystemic me
in ways that thoughts,
metaphysical
verbal
rhetorical dogma does not
free us from static
closed
elitist
LeftBrain anthropocentric dominance
Not rooted in co-empathic embodied win/win
bi-hemispheric balance
Blending resonant
compassionate peak experience
throughout multisensory
bipartisan history
Of EarthTribe's organic
synergetic
sacred relationships
Facing
FatherSun enlightened mountains
and feeling
EarthMother empowering
deep valleys
sacred listening.
Contrary to what has been spoken.
Mythdiltra who is a strange
Goddess of the other places.
Was deemed a whore who chored
and labored to shame The Great Zagreus.
She hired Spontonaious to train Glima Nuba;
Yacy and Trice to defeat The Great Zagreus.
But Hermes and Valhalla allied to force
The Great Zagreus into an alliance
with Tice and Yacy: he refused to
associated with Glima Nuba who he
said was even more vail that the devil.
The Great Zagreus ordered Glima Nuba
tied to a stake as he and Trice
would battle Hermes and Valhalla.
He spoke of Mythdiltra as a whore
that she refused to oil him with the
sacred oil. He said she was a sectular
mucus: the offsets of
dust and pollen.
Life invites deeply sacred purpose
when Love widely integrates
enlightened meaning
within co-invested minds,
passion,
from balanced bodies,
co-operating integrity
of healthy wealth's
most resilient potential
Life engaging
deeply felt sacred mess
co-operatively owned and managed
EarthTribe clarifying purpose.
At
the hip-
in God's world
there can be no
split
Tourists traipse over sites.
The necropolises
Team with the secular;
Teasing mortality.
Trauma and terror marked,
Tasked with introspection:
To learn ‘Never Forget’.
2021-04-26
Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Words as offensive weapons
dwell on ugliness of bad-humored life.
Words as effective tools
dwell on beauty and truth
of good-humored health,
empowerment,
love.
Yet, swords become plowshares.
Plowshares are repurposed as unwieldy swords.
Regenerative intent becomes degenerative chaos.
Degenerative discontent becomes regenerate
tipping points
within silent complexity.
Can words become weapons
for active peace?
And still tools
quietly feeling unresolved
in silent external/internal wars?
Between curious ancient communioned minds
and courageous ego-independent bodies,
Between original health-tooled womb
memories
And today's wealth-weaponed tidal means,
unsustained strength
yet resiliently flowing ways,
transparent patriarchal dissonance
revoicing maternal confluence,
empowering vulnerability;
revolutionary stillness
actively listening
between quiet health-wombed rememories.
Wisely employed wellness tools
for feminist well-being weapons;
cooperatively-managed words
for hearing beatific Truths,
re-seeing Ways,
rekindling communicating Lives;
Revolutionary politics,
awesome economics,
wondrous revitalization,
compassionate communion.
There was a time
when men built for God
great houses of stone and glass,
with Gothic towers reaching
to scratch Heaven's belly....
In the great hall,
beneath the bold flying buttresses,
people felt tiny--
yet when they cast their eyes upward,
they thought: This is where
He must be... and sometimes,
just sometimes, some of them would feel
a twinge, even a slight shaking, a divine wisp....
Now we build huge malls with myriad shops
offering endless promises:all lies!
We hack humanity down
to the lowest common denominator,
and mock those who seek
to awaken to their immortality....
Today we can kill in the millions--
tomorrow, billions....
All that creation has brought us to,
over such a long time,
seems for naught--
will God one day grow tired and finally say,
'ENOUGH!'
Secrecy of the brilliance upon the night so broad,
Everyone looks though each does not see your secret.
Circular reflection splendidly gifted from God.
Universe surrounding where you bravely sit.
Looking at the different shapes, you display.
Amazes those who truly see beyond simplicity,
Realms of possibilities you appear hidden in day.
Moonlight spreads upon the all in infinity.
Only those who choose to look deeply will see.
Only those with imagination will be guided by thee.
Now that your name has been ordained, you are free.
Beige brokenness
Invisible
Trim athletic midwestern news anchor
Flys down south
She needs the heat of the sun
Georgia
Altanta
Yeah that's where she'll land
Where she'll go
She lives her life
She's got her plan
She is blind to the peace she can not understand
On the outside others think she has it all and she'd probably agree.
Various forms of darkness
Persists
Fundamential
Or
Financial
Do you comprehend?
A baby born in a secular state
Of parents belonging to different race
It will decide to what faith
It owes its allegiance and its prayers.
A baby growing up in a secular state
Of parents belonging to different race
Unsure of its faith, unsure of its fate
In the end, he ends up falling from grace.
Pleasure
Oh so fleeting,
Monotony routine-
Agony an ever present
constant.
At
the hip-
in God's world
there can be no
split.
Twisted thoughts, carefully secluded in webs
Anticipated plot, not an evolution, just being you
Planned subjects in an unhealthy immobile mind
You’re form of infinite justice, well developed in the form of
Secular Mnemonics
Extroverted passivity, a purposeful and comprehended essence
Can’t look in the mirror now, brainstorming anew
Embracing this way of life, a perceived powerhouse
A structure of themes and deviant standards in
Secular Mnemonics
An attempt to discredit, the line already drawn
Interrupted consistency, peculiar crafty imagination
A distinctual pattern of self deception, fooling who
Acute contributions from those unaware of you’re
Secular Mnemonics
Sinister comprehension, overt radiating classification
Abnormal psychological trends apparent to some
Proximate and embrace the priceless gift of truth
A healthy journey through you’re perceived hierarchy of
Secular Mnemonics
all is relative.
all should like to be a part
of this family.
absolutes just exist in
the mind of the creator.
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