[Shannon]
Tina confided
her pride would override pleas
for her to appease
justifiable probing
of her feelings, fearing tears
would overwhelm her.
In the realm of these three coins,
this circle is joined
together to nurture, not
to exploit, and further, to
treasure the truth told
boldly on Joe’s Honor Coin.
Pass ’til you’re ready,
if ever, to join your thoughts
to those brought by these others.
[Crystal]
Who now wants to speak
to cover what’s been said or,
instead, be authors
of issues not yet perceived.
Ah, Robert, when through please pass
the talking stick, once
you are finished, to your left
as past, established
procedure has codified.
[Bob]
It’s never, ever my aim
to deride or to
minimize the feelings of
any person hurt,
but to exert the mantra
to see a thing for what it
actually is.
Nothing more, nothing less tests
homage to dogma
by compelling you to view
the savage damage received
or that you’ve conceived
during your revenge crazed rage
simmered in safety.
This mantra demands you to
exude immense fortitude
to see the rude not
the polite nor the contrite
but the hateful and
mean; the real ugly, not the
imagined beautiful but
the mangled bodies
of the awful terror of
thoughtful genocide
practiced by the powerful
who survive by dauntless, harsh,
enforced servitude
for their pleasure to bolster
their self-importance.
Tina, bullies isolate
their targets to avoid the
employed convergence
to consolidate the skilled
cooperative
assessment of their actions
by intelligent persons
within the masses
held fast beneath the fat thumb
of the ignorant,
but not dumb, dictators who
view such people as traitors
who are arbiters
of their annihilation.
These folks have cast off
the yoke of servitude and
exude hate toward oppressors.
You are not alone.
We don’t condone aggression.
Self-protection’s key.
[Kevin]
I was justified to end
a life so Bree and I could
survive and not die
by the hand of Narcissist
Twisting wishing for
absolute power over
her self-determination.
The confiscation
of her free will showered his
fantasies with bliss.
Righteous, justifiable
limit-setting pressing for
lethal action can’t
be endured without a sound
comprehension of
the biblical precept of
love your enemy to free
your spirit from hell’s
adept, dark despair that splits
your wits into cells
of disconnected swells of
confusing contradictions
slamming the strong hull
of your consciousness adrift
without your rudder
on a fierce hurricane strained
ocean of doubt about to
sink your sanity.
Donald, I thank you for your
constancy to be
my good friend when I’m unhinged.
And William, you defend me
always, in spite of
all of the times I infringe
on our friendship
to flip my adversity
into a recipe for
informed learning for
turning my risks into a
protected, intense,
expanding enlightenment.
To love your enemy is
paradoxical
and categorically
tough to perceive when
brutes, who pollute love with lies,
deceit and with treachery,
hide debauchery
’til bored impatience invades
the delicacy
of a young child’s innocence
with long protruding tirades
to eviscerate
self esteem deemed to strengthened
independent choice
and a strong voice to withstand
impertinent, mean demands.
Hatred is the source
fuel for cruel heinous actions
that are subtractions
from a quality life lived
that gives hope, encouragement
and fulfillment to
novices keen on being
the best possible
person, full of compassion,
and champion of other lives
likewise striving too.
There are a few who construed
with accuracy
the inadequacy of
my complacency to kill.
The pill to heal my
suffering, ill consciousness
was self-reflection
administered by these friends
who comprehend desire
for looking away,
to stray from honest, correct
appraisal of the
light/dark, yin/yang, total self.
I needed more than ample
comprehension of
the dark side that resides deep
within everyone.
It’s no fun to peer into
your hate seared vision of knives
slicing, blood gushing,
heads bludgeoned with black slapjacks.
To know the dark side
is not to follow its call
but to forgo its hardball
confrontation with
delight to ignite fright in
conquered, trembling prey.
There is a mutual sway
between the light and the dark
when self-protection
squares off before another’s
lust for destruction
toward a meek, gentle person
seeking to escape feeling
the menacing pleasure of
the master inflicting his
sickening terror.
To love your enemy means
to hate behavior that screams
absolute disdain
for life other than one’s self
that drains that person
wanting absorption of love
but is damaged above your
best message of hope
that he can achieve his needs
comprehensively
if he would share caringly.
Love the potential of him
that has a slim chance
to rehabilitate his
impossible life.
Defend yourself but dispatch
life without remorse when there’s
no viable course
other than a corpse to end
your need to defend.
[Joseph Ward]
I have not obtained Kevin’s
clarity about Christian
charity. I’m more
for tying heavy millstones
around abhorred bones
to secure needed penance
for the most vicious grievance
by smart defilers
of children and enslavers
of weak innocents.