Common Considerate Behavior

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What if the whole world just held hands?
United as one 
Those who opposed, fell off
Disintegrated into the sun
The only thing left of evil was ash 
The only thing left on earth was people with passion
Heart for Mother Nature
Caring for their fellow human being
Common considerate behavior 
Contribution towards humane higher plane of consciousness

  • Andrew Edward Lucier

Sense and Susceptibility

 

 

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We are all tempted by a grand design…

Something of an imaginary kind…

Incense so zealous…yet, not ours to find.

A pungent temptress.

An oak’s sweetness…

A nutmeg sheltered in bitterness.

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After the hibernation, when frolic peppers the air.

It is there.

It is there.

the Garden of the Prophet

Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion. 
Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave 
and eats a bread it does not harvest. 

Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero, 
and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful. 

Pity a nation that despises a passion in its dream, 
yet submits in its awakening. 
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Pity the nation that raises not its voice 
save when it walks in a funeral, 
boasts not except among its ruins, 
and will rebel not save when its neck is laid 
between the sword and the block. 

Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, 
whose philosopher is a juggler, 
and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking 

Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting, 
and farewells him with hooting, 
only to welcome another with trumpeting again. 

Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years 
and whose strongmen are yet in the cradle. 

Pity the nation divided into fragments, 
each fragment deeming itself a nation.

Gibran, the Garden of the Prophet

Mutiny Yielding

Hoopla with contagious, cankers of white

A glacial danger zone

Biting, brethren, lilting in midnight sounds

Bonded by bonfires…existing with little frills or thrills

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Three winks out the door and winter has put on a thong

Discontent and deliverance have met in a song

Insurgents bring up the rear…sinking in muddied banks

Clamoring with suspicion about ‘what just went on.’

 

Pretend, Friend

Do they got a 57 Chevy in the yard?

Do they remember 8 tracks?

Do they say their Hail Mary’s?

Do they fear their environment?

Have they heard of sit-ins’ and Negros to the back?

Have they seen the needle in the spoon?

Stranger, stranger, where have you been?

Should I trust you?

What are the sacraments?

Will we both, continue to pretend,                             friend?