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The So Called Soul

The So Called Soul

A poet is just a teacher
Without many
Of the standard
And the unexpected
Constraints of teaching
Like if there’s somebody there or not
Teaching the philosophy
Of the so called soul

Not a news maker
Nor a suicide renegotiator
Not a faux
Self proclaimed revolutionary innovator
Not a judge
Not a pre-trained self ordained people hater
Nor an indoctrinated cryptic thug
Out for blood
Out for slinging mud
Out for dirt
Out for hurt

Out for control
Out for power
Call it secular peculiarism
Starts out with the original lie
That there is no cognizant source
Of consciousness now
No absolutely sacred power
Call it sunshine
Call it a fact of being
Call it the silence
When silence is finally spoken
Call it a human paradise
Who am I
To say

GOD only knows

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The Mind Of A Vegetable

The Mind Of A Vegetable

God loves a cheerful giver
God loves a trusted heart
Your beloved dhaman
I held on to

I asked
With all sincerity
Do machines like forklifts
Now have consciousness?

Yes they do
He replied
But from an extremely
Rudimentary METAL state
Like having a gold coin
In your pocket
However
With the stipulation
That consciousness
In that form
That in someway serves
To assist humankind
Or any benevolent kind
As a mostly metal tool does
Means that its soul is probably
Using a form
Somewhere near ending
Sentience
In a highly advanced
METAL state
And somewhere near beginning
Its move to the mind of a vegetable

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In Honor Of Katharine Drexel

Katharine Drexel was born to one of America’s wealthiest and most distinguished families. (Her grandfather was the senior partner to a young J. P. Morgan; her distant nieces included Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.) Katharine led a pampered childhood, and few expected more from her than a world tour, marriage, children, and fashionable pursuits.
When their parents died, the three Drexel sisters inherited the bulk of their massive estate. To the disbelief of Philadelphia society, Katharine decided to become a Catholic nun. Drexel entered religious life in 1889, and two years later she founded the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament for Negroes and Indians.

The bulk of the order’s efforts went into developing a network of 145 missions, with 12 schools for Native Americans and 50 schools for African Americans throughout the American South and West. These Catholic schools were staffed by laypersons, often attached to a local church or chapel, and offered religious instruction and vocational training. Unlike many religious mission schools, students did not have to be or become Catholic to enroll.

In 1915, with a $750,000 grant from Drexel, the Sisters founded Xavier University in New Orleans. The only historically black Catholic college in the United States, Xavier was designed to train teachers who could staff the order’s burgeoning network of schools. Much of the cost of opening these schools, as well as Xavier, was covered by Drexel’s personal fortune, and it is estimated (there is no official figure) that she gave nearly $20 million during her lifetime to support the work of her order. Katharine’s travels and work continued until 1938, when a stroke left her almost completely immobile and forced her to give up leadership of the Sisters.

In Honor Of Katharine Drexel
Katharine Drexel was born to one of America’s wealthiest and most distinguished families. (Her grandfather was the senior partner to a young J. P. Morgan; her distant nieces included Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.) Katharine led a pampered childhood, and few expected more from her than a world tour, marriage, children, and fashionable pursuits.
When their parents died, the three Drexel sisters inherited the bulk of their massive estate. To the disbelief of Philadelphia society, Katharine decided to become a Catholic nun. Drexel entered religious life in 1889, and two years later she founded the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament for Negroes and Indians.

The bulk of the order’s efforts went into developing a network of 145 missions, with 12 schools for Native Americans and 50 schools for African Americans throughout the American South and West. These Catholic schools were staffed by laypersons, often attached to a local church or chapel, and offered religious instruction and vocational training. Unlike many religious mission schools, students did not have to be or become Catholic to enroll.

In 1915, with a $750,000 grant from Drexel, the Sisters founded Xavier University in New Orleans. The only historically black Catholic college in the United States, Xavier was designed to train teachers who could staff the order’s burgeoning network of schools. Much of the cost of opening these schools, as well as Xavier, was covered by Drexel’s personal fortune, and it is estimated (there is no official figure) that she gave nearly $20 million during her lifetime to support the work of her order. Katharine’s travels and work continued until 1938, when a stroke left her almost completely immobile and forced her to give up leadership of the Sisters.

In October 2000, Pope John Paul II canonized Drexel, the second native-born American to be named a saint. The ceremony would likely have pained Katharine Drexel, servant of the poor, whose only request when Xavier University was founded was that the school make no mention of her donation, and who, at the college’s dedication, sat in the back of the room, quiet and unnoticed.

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Three Sheets To The Wind

Three Sheets To The Wind

Beggar that I’ve become
Transgressor that I’d been…

Send kamikazes in
Send commandos
Send kung fu tai chi himself
I’ve had an infinite supply
Requiring infinite demand
I thought you wouldn’t mind
Dropping the atomic bombs
I wondered if you’d forgive
I wondered what the penance was

What’s the latest greatest trick?
Be joyous
Nothing up my sleeve
Stop your whimpering
Keep a stiff upper lip
Toughen it out
Until the cows come home
Three sheets to the wind
Self-absorption is a self indulgent pleasure
That’s hard to let go
Of dear lord please bless me
With that good old fashioned
Eternal joy and happiness
That is
If it be thy will…

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Akaal

Akaal

And if ever comes the day
We begin retreating from
What was once written
In granite stone
In diamond
Rock
Like blood and bone
Worn down through the ages
Of many rivers past
And parsecs dreamed
Worn down by the acceleration
Of what was once
Till
Death
Do
Us

Life is but a dream
To chance the chance
The nameless name
Meher Baba Meher Baba
Where our beloved’s silent call
Out over the star drenched hollows
Worn down
A thousand kisses deep
Into the sound of dust
Into those holy “I love you’s”
Endlessly in the firmament abound

As Guru Gobind Singh
Might add in a joyous call
We shall meet again
In victory –

AKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLL…

– Wikipedia –

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The Poem of My Tears

I offer up my pain today
In a prayer to help me
To be a good kind man
Not abusive, but loving
Not to rule, but to serve
To withstand and endure
And remain detached from
Any form of attack
With understanding
And if I ever think to cross the line
To know it’s never worth
The price that’s paid
For the damage done

Though if to rule is my service
Then to rule well
I offer up the poem of my tears
For true love is no joke
No romance of flowers
And cotton candy

Let the past become the past
Baba is mercy to the undignified
As he is justice to the proud
So with my forehead to his lotus feet

Good morning Meher Baba
Thank you for this beautiful day
May I open up my heart
So I can be with you
All the way

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The Wild Wild Past

The Wild Wild Past

For me
Finally understanding
Is a cold comfort
Sad event
Seeing myself
Portrayed as often idiotic
A bit actor
A roll player at best

You can almost hear me
If you listen
In the background
In a whisper
Telling great tales
Of lost treasure
From the wild wild past

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Romans 12:9-16

Romans 12:9-16

Brothers and sisters:

Let love be sincere
Hate what is evil
Hold on to what is good
Love one another with mutual affection
Anticipate one another in showing honor
Do not grow slack in zeal
Be fervent in spirit
Serve the Lord
Rejoice in hope
Endure in affliction
Persevere in prayer
Contribute to the needs of the holy ones
Exercise hospitality
Bless those who persecute you
Bless and do not curse them
Rejoice with those who rejoice
Weep with those who weep
Have the same regard for one another
Do not be haughty but associate with the lowly
Do not be wise in your own estimation

St. Paul

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Foolish Desires

Foolish Desires

Before I fuck something else up

I leave it all to You
Not because I’m humble
But because of my unintended ignorance
And my not so unintended ignorance

What do I know?
In our pursuit to attain
Some imagined magical happiness
Sure
But the candy can be taken away

Like an ant
Attempting to use its great understanding
Of ant mounds
To understand existence
And the complexities of sweetnesses
Spinning on a cooling molten rock
Of cotton candy
Abandoned on the sidewalk
Billions of galaxies in
Trying to decipher the universe
Trying to avoid the ruthless necessity
Of pain,
This is what I’ve deciphered:
Existence is indecipherable

Our only hope is love
That great
Ungraspable, inescapable,
Indescribably
Awesome
Thing

When I was a baby
I used to cry loud
Even from the womb
In my mother’s kingdom
Demanding what I wanted
Purely desiring what I wanted
And that was
To be

Now as an older man
I no longer demand
I barely even want or pray
I try to think of simple ways
That I might help
For opportunities from GOD
To be of aide

My foolish desire these days
Is to bring GOD’s Kingdom
Down into my apartment

And move on from there