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Faceless

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keys

Home is where the heart is,
Or so it’s been said.
“Thanks for sharing” and “Thanks
For the add”;
Faceless interactions on “Facebook”. 
Posting photos of last night’s stale beer party.
Updates on where the car-keys were thrown,
“Had pizza for breakfast”, ten likes on the update.
Faceless Facebook integrated with Twitter, WordPress, etc.
One stop too much personal information, multi post at once,
With lots of lol and love you sis – (everyone there is a sis and bro);
20 characters or less (photos don’t count as characters). Busy,
Busy, busy… chatting, texting, sexting, posting, forwarding videos
Not watched but they sounded good; will watch later, press forward anyway.
Home is where the heart is,
Or so it’s been said…

 

Twisted

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shadows

“They have been at a great feast of languages,

and stol’n the scraps.”

The tongue doth froth, oozing enough blabber

To wilt the Milky Way’s sparkles. Casting shadows,

Fishing for redemption from barren trees. 

One clown short of a circus.

 

The lion roars tonight

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the lion roars tonight

Hiding in stone, snow lion roars,

“Differentiate when you say, ‘this world’,

Nature and ‘this world’ are two different

Species. ‘This world’ which humans have

Created, is not the world of Nature,

Which God created. When you have 

Had enough of ‘this world’, be clear:

Nature replenishes and heals wounds

‘This world’ of human folly inflicts.

O, world weary, ’tis not the world of

Nature tires you, ’tis man’s inhumanity.”

 

Please Call Me by My True Names

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creek

Please call me by my true names,

Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow –

Even today I am still arriving.

 

Look deeply: every second I am arriving

To be a bud on a Spring branch,

To be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,

Learning to sing in my new nest,

To be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,

To be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

 

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,

To fear and to hope.

 

The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death

Of all that is alive.

 

I am the mayfly metamorphosing

On the surface of the river.

And I am the bird

That swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

 

I am the frog swimming happily

In the clear water of a pond.

And I am the grass-snake

That silently feeds itself on the frog.

 

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,

My legs as thin as bamboo sticks.

And I am the arms merchant,

Selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

 

I am the twelve-year-old girl,

Refugee on a small boat,

Who throws herself into the ocean

After being raped by a sea pirate.

And I am the pirate,

My heart not yet capable

Of seeing and loving.

 

I am a member of the politburo,

With plenty of power in my hands.

And I am the man who has to pay

His “debt of blood” to my people

Dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

 

My joy is like Spring, so warm

It makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.

My pain is like a river of tears,

So vast it fills the four oceans.

 

Please call me by my true names,

So I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,

So I can see that my joy and pain are one.

 

Please call me by my true names,

So I can wake up,

And so the door of my heart

Could be left open,

The door of compassion.

 

by Thich Nhat Hanh 

Thich Nhat Hanh-meditating 

Song for Zulu

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lonely and abandoned puppy

Some say love is a burning thing 
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a fading thing
Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
See, honey, I saw love, you see, it came to me
It put its face up to my face so I could see
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing

You see the cage, it called, I said, ‘Come on in’
I will not open myself up this way again
Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
I will not lay like this for days now upon end
You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
To be acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled hands
You see the cage, it called, I said, ‘Come on in’
I will not open myself up this way again

You see, the moon is bright in that treetop night
I see the shadows that we cast in the cold, clean light
Now my feet are gold, and my heart is white
And we race out on the desert plains all night
See, honey, I am not some broken thing
I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee
No, my heart is gold, my feet are light
And I am racing out on the desert plains all night

Some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a caging thing
Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
O and all you folks, you come to see
You just stand there in the glass looking at me
But my heart is wild, and my bones are steam
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free

– Phosphorescent 

vasiliy-vereshchagin-the-apotheosis-of-war

Modern Monet

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artwork by Banksy

Trash filled paradise

Littering eyes accustomed

To seeping decay, eroded

By its commonality — no longer

A red flag — the dungeons of despair

Numbed into complacency. The impact of

Earth’s tears drowned in buried emotions

That once knew soulfulness: murder of self

And the environment, bandaged with Monsanto

Advertisements …coated with fascism’s hypnotic lollipop,

Assuring one and all: there is no danger to life — Continue on,

Business as usual, nothing to be concerned about… keep shopping.