Feeling Healing
(Edit #2)
Right now feeling healing,
As so lightly it pours...
Down through ducts of Midnight,
And my wide open doors...
...Aware when it’s nectars
Bring enthralling effects...
Feeding from every sector;
Faith, creed, race, or sex...
...Offer the olive branch
To those I'd have wronged...
Healing hands full of holiness,
And when I’m finally long gone
A halo of my time
Hangs over dark bridge.
Right now feeling healing,
And with every mad twitch
Grow closer to soaring,
And making my switch...
...Big moonlight spills in,
And like a wronged sprite,
Out there on the fringe
She is vamping on sight...
Right now feeling healing,
As so lightly it pours...
Down through ducts of Midnight,
And my wide open doors...
©
2019
Bunny Villaire
Alien to Expectations
She was the type
With the unveiled eyes...
...Born quick out
Of salt,
On the boil
All her life...
...Grazing the
Sidewalks!...
She prowled the dark
Streets...
...Still anticipating
When again we would meet.
She was the one
With no weight on her back...
...Always swift as
The sun
When the day
Waned to black...
...Swooped down to
My rescue!...
She arose like
Hot flame...
...I fell at her mercy, as
She mounted my frame...
She was the verse,
And the chorus that stuck...
...Curled smoke fled
My tongue,
Where freak lightening
Had struck...
...Soft form of the
Shadows...
Drifting light
As a sail...
...Black long hair was floating
’neath the nebula’s veil.
©
2019
Bunny Villaire
Art by: Damie Leigh
Impractical Reflections of a Radical
I am convinced that all men and women should have a gun—not "access" to purchase or borrow one— but one guaranteed to own in their possession at all times. I feel equally strongly, that they should each have, by law, a telephone, a tv, a radio, a computer, a car... in fact every invention pertaining to personal well being and safety (be it weapon, mode of communication, or means of transportation). Not separate-but-equal semi-equivalency. Apple for Apple— meaning top of the line of human invention. And if a technological innovation cannot be so produced and distributed, on whatever grounds of objection, it should not be permitted to be manufactured at all for individual monopolization. (I understand this is a tall order.)
Barring the feasibility of such fairness of distribution within the family, prudence should dictate that grand inventions be confined to public exhibition where we can all enjoy them equally as examples of Mankind's ingenuity— a display naturally of empty shells, so as not to invite temptation for theft. Concurrently, every effort should be directed towards public application of the technology for community wide benefit. By this I mean, shared easily accessible efficient transportation; freely shared public hot spots for accessing all cultural and informational broadcasts via tv, radio, or internet, as well as for personal or business telephone connections; and open and accountable public defense mechanism... which I suspect would not be needed, if social connectivity (physical mobility and intellectual exchange) were a priority. We are after all less afraid of bogeymen when we know ourselves and our neighbors. (Call me out if you wish, there is something in this that sounds suspiciously like the foundations of communism.)
However, I do not at all mean to suggest that violence is an economic issue. The pressures of material inequality is but one component. Though it's an instigating factor. We ought to seek to understand the underlying source of violent outbursts; and I believe it has to do with one particularly human quality. Human beings have... ambition. I have never met a person without it— though there are of course those who give the appearance of lack thereof, while the goal oriented can be identified as having a lot, if not excess... But in my observation, the labeled lousy-good-for-nothing sitting in the corner of nowhere sulking, is equally nagged, albeit by un-directed ambition. Those driven to derision by being stuck in a god-forsaken cul-de-sac of indecision, are I believe immobilized as a result of their conflicted ambition, which without direction boils into high pressured of frustration. Ambition is the "ardent desire for distinction," according to the Oxford Dictionary. We know in our heart of hearts our own craving to be good at Something, anything; Most critically that need to be Good at something in our own Eyes... We suffer so many personal roadblocks (doubt, physical growing pains, interpersonal drama, etc.) that any material obstructions/ stratifications simply fuel the scales of our preconceived defeat. The odds are against us. From the start, biologically; and societal rules are designed as if to drive this point firmly into our flesh and intellect. It is hard to expect otherwise, but that individuals will become unbalanced from these pressures and lash out (in violence, vandalism, or theft) or implode (in annihilation, self-mutilation, insanity, depression or other forms of mental illness).
We are painfully aware, if only subconsciously, that we cannot "be what we want to be," even if we knew what that want was!! There are limitations imposed all around us. We cannot simply declare that we want to be a doctor or a lawyer, no matter how much our predisposition may fit such a profession... we need access to the knowledge and training that would allow us entry into the field. And that takes— before any Hard-Work— money and connections that will allow access to opportunity. It is naive to put emphasis on hard-work and sheer will as applied to acquired attributes, as much as to the physical innate attributes that we are born with. What we—and only we— do have control of is our own internal discipline. Of being hard-working and grateful towards whatever it is that we are tasked with at any given moment in time as an opportunity to show our better side of human nature. That which might help us to channel our natural ambitions... We are all too often burdened by the perceived meagerness of our efforts, especially in what it means to "do well" or to "take good care of ourselves, our families and surroundings." It's as if we tend to raise the bar just beyond our current means... in what might be termed false ambition. In large part this is due to our culture of divisiveness... technology is "not for everyone." People are teased by "better" ways/ things that are "not for them," and fuel their inherent tendencies towards self-deprecation. Demeaning of groups of people, whether men, women, children, races, ethnicities, oriententations, beliefs, illnesses, disabilities etc. happens on a regular basis in our culture, as if with full intent, to fuel self-doubt and self-hate and contention among peoples... people fall into conviction that they are indeed inferior, not worth the kind of life projected as possible for "successsful people."
There is fundamentally the need to treat each person, regardless of any attribute, with due equal respect as a human being. If there were an across the board understanding, that each of us regardless of circumstances of birth, has this same need to feel like they too have a chance towards growth, and security in life, perhaps there would be less internal torment, frustration and consequently less violence. It would be a start, in my opinion, to have a social contract towards equalizing access to information and cultural goods. Perhaps this would simultaneously be a step towards curbing waste and pollution...
#PreventionOfViolence #Challenge
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His and Hers
She begs him to touch her name
with warm heart and whisper shadows,
looking deeply within her perceptions,
seeing the beauty deep inside,
skin confining his heart snugly,
melting like a sultry candle
dripping through her soul,
immersed drops of heated wax.
She dances with full abandon -
happy spinning and prancing,
unconditional love as she
shapes her face into joy,
watching the sunset falling
from her sight, wanting to
fasten the sun to her heart,
capturing dusk of love’s light.
But, he prepared to sneak away
as he sensed the emotions rising
in the dawn of sunrise, brushing
cobwebs of his resolve, hiding
in the shadows of sexual love
memories of hot sensual touching
promises of forever in passion heat
sense of fingers exciting and arousing
as she moistened his lips with her tongue
an explosion, a crescendo, unending lust -
but he wanted to be free in the morning
slinging getaway bag over his shoulder
a train riding the rails out of town
with him as sole passenger.
While she stands alone at the station,
commitment chugs off out of sight.
But she fears no more the heat of sun
joy awakened so she can go on without him,
future unfolding artistry of new blooms.
So, the earth is flat?
You claim the earth is flat...
I’ve got to say, I’m not sure about that.
I poured water in a bowl,
and truth to be told,
it stayed inside,
and did not roll.
When I put water on the counter
it fell and faltered,
waterfalled down a bit off-kilter.
Google says earth is 71% percent water,
and though I don’t claim to be smarter,
it seems we’d run out of water pretty quick,
cause it’d fall right off the brink.
We’d have nothing left to even drink,
so maybe it’s not quite as you think.
Ache
Maybe attempting to understand the beautiful but foreign language written across our hearts is where we’ve gone wrong. We could be meant to leave it alone, not meant to explore the tugging in our chests we feel repetitively each night. It’s like trying to make out shapes in the dark, but a warm darkness, like a summer night when you’re outside and not alone. Home can be everywhere, but I only feel it with you. I think you’re brave and I want to feel brave too. I don’t feel anything when most people are around; no presence, no life, no curiosity. But I’m curious. I’m beginning to understand that curiosity leads to a warm, contented torment. I wonder, and my sense of what is concrete crumbles. When you feel the weight of tears creeping under your eyelids; the tugging, every night while your eyes are wide; the pain in everyone’s eyes, half hidden and ancient; then you know.
This didn’t begin with us, and it won’t end with us.
Sunshine of My Mind
I rage and scream over
the darkness within me,
imprisoned within bars,
draining my angst.
I cry for water and air
of my sustenance,
and crawl to daybreak
parading once again
in the marching band
of polished noon,
slowing the bleeding
of my soul,
leaving the window
cracked open
to follow
the breadcrumbs
of my existence
into the sunshine
of my mind.
#LightWins #Challenge