A Right Right to Write Right
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Is indirectly corrected
When directly inspected
By rejected and injected
With subjective objectives
Objectively and affectionately
The passionately politically incorrect
Are innately and uncontrollably
Still incorrect by being
Society sobriety is inflicted with the piety
Of profiles in the public space,
A face in the crowd who frowns upon truth
For hopes of perpetual youth.
But what we get as the fans who spans
The globe for right
When we all know we should be
Looking for light,
Is all sorts of wrong wrapped up tight in the night
We use as shields for our shadows.
Shadows we stalk because we talk behind them About them seeking to understand them
But always understate them because that truth,
That painful reflection, might put us in a direction
That sneers and snaps and stokes
The embers of ourselves.
Flames of hardened stone
Weigh against a life alone
When in reality that’s heaven you see,
For you and me are simply one for eternity.
Alone is a throne from which to see
How special we are as a society.
A group, a clan, a righteous band will too,
Must always be,
A night watch stand for you and me.
It’s the unspoken words
That mean the most
I love you, I need you,
I’m glad you’re here
We all love to hear
But what about the emotions
Or the spirit of desire
What about the peace of mind
Or the fuzzy warmth inside
What about the calming security
In a mere presence
The connection, the understanding,
The intensity beyond heat
The serenity in a breath
Exchanged or the strength
In a silent stare
The unspoken words of tears
And smiles could never be spoken
More beautifully in any language
Than when they are expressed
On your face.
Here I am.
In. To. Me. You. See.
Integrity beams from within and cannot be taught
But unraveled and empowered.
We begin with the chalice of doctrine and demise
As we are led down the path of social awareness.
This awareness is cloaked in discreet chards of
Acceptance; sharp shreds of scarring memories
That too often shape our future.
Integrity stands in the way of the past by rebuilding
Blocks of truth that lie around yards of youth;
A playground of delight and fortitude
In the sandbox of self discovery.
Being present-the forefront of integrity is the
Path that leads us back to where we are going,
The eternal journey of kingdoms within and among
That which we hold so dear; that sacred place
Of right and wrong and proof that we are exactly
As we are. We are perfect in that moment
Of disregard and embracement, the duality of
Self, the beauty in one, the core of integrity.
This is our value. This is our worth, the price
We are willing to cost.
Surprised by the anger
Engulfed by the fright
Fear of the unknown
Is grasped by delight
Succumbed by the envy
Intrigued by the disguised
The blind death of beauty
Has plucked out mine eyes
Brings the unlevered man
Down to his knees
For when this mute
Begins to speak
The terminal, the tainted
Begin to weep
The glory disdain
No longer to tame
Unleash the poet
Engulf his scream
Believe the child
Ornate the dream
Danger creates fear, which is a force we admire to the point of indemnification. Without it we wander aimlessly in the fields of blissful admiration of expectations that are no longer among the core systems of humanistic frailties and endeavors. There is a need of such endangerment, such that the entrails of mankind bleed needlessly among the windswept taverns of dreams.
Because you can
Does not mean you should.
Can could be the can’t
If the should is not the did.
Done is done
When should has done;
The test devoid of outcome.
Have not is not
Because you cannot,
Because you can.
So when you should
Meets yes you can,
And the yes I did
Is because you should,
Then you should be very glad
Unconstrained fear, fearless presence
Oh tainted one; venomous art thou
Thy lovely rose of death! Hark!
For unto us doth thy mouth decree.
Sinless peonage un-succumbed by fear
Whose spirit doth beguile me
To the depths of ageless atonement
For the sacrificial rites of passage
That only thee could atone
Only thy presence doth cast away
Only your love doth lift
The pilgrims forward
For unbeknownst to me is the
Forwardness of the law of your voice
Which calls to me
I hear the blows being dealt
And am no longer a man in twain
Forgiven by her whose slaves are
No longer amid the crying
Lofty angels smile at the babe
Who knows no fear
The child hears the only true voice;
The voice from within.
The world negates and socially smothers
The only true wisdom;
The un-teachable wisdom
Which is not searched for, but found
Echoes search for the endless reverberation
Yet these waves no longer crash to shore
The sands have filtered through
The rutty grips of earthly wages and rages
Of war, feast and famine
Our deafening cries of silence are
Held mute before the groaning masses;
An ever throbbing, ever ebbing flow
Of bloodless passions continually
Usurps our mindless questions
Of our utopian societies gathered
And scattered in one accord for
The patriarch monarchy whose quest
Is to quench the thirsting need
So speak oh Truth!
Break down the walls of scorn!
Speak so the bellowing of the
Becomes a barrier between the bewitched
And those who wish to be rich.
Speak so I too can feel alive once more.
I too can dwell in the most high place -
The nirvana of the nebulous one.
FEATURE OF THE WEEK:
Molyneux's latest screenplay is a made-for-television mini series titled, "Texas Heavens Fall", a Docu-Drama about Texas citizens bludgeoned with the Scales Of Justice by the collaborated corruption of local law enforcement, judges and State prosecutors vying to win a Gold Coin Of Death.
I've learned, sometimes the hard way, that life is not about the final destination. It's about the trip and the people you travel with. I love it all. I love creating with passionate people who also love what they do.
People give you what they have. Pay attention.
The best way to stay organized is to stay organized.
The best way to stay organized is to stay organized.
Because you can does not mean you should.
Words can kill. Can heal. Can deliver from evil or right to your door. Winnow well.
Alone is a throne.
If you want something you have never had, you have to do something you have never done.
Write a Rite of Passage as a Right Passage Prasad
If you want to know where you are going in life, look around you. The closest people to you are leading the way.