POEM: Making a Fuel of My Self

In the cold night
That darkest
When dawns forgotten
My burns
With fear and pain
My home aflame
To an unaltarable offering
And fiery furnish
Of wanton
Of hammering out or deal
For scanty respite
From that
I
Combusting
Up the world
With care less balms
And succors for bid
Sow overdo
And with such gall
I light
All things tinder
Overlooking the infernal warming
Of making a fuel of my self
In whatever eye wood do
Only just
In the mean
Slamming on
The day brakes
I find myself
In the mourning
Executing catharsis
I come to
Grasping for breath
Only fearing what thou wilt due
I under stand
My shudders unbolted
Udderly apprehended
As in canned essence
Set free
Revealing my son ship
Brethren to
And cistern of tears
Still, don't pine for me
For what
I have got
My ash kicked
By whatever might
Remain
As I urn my weigh
And when moan comes
My hearth is rekindled
Out shining
That which can never be
Holy defeated
Burnishing everything I knead

This poem is about both and the striking temptation of begets begets .  Likewise, can overcome hate and violence.  is embodied in nonviolent resistance to violence and .  If we succumb to merely returning violence for violence, then we reinforce the cycle we supposedly resist.  If we don't recognize and accept that at the deepest level of my enemy and I are one, then discord will be borne again…and again.  Violence is very hardy because it so predictably riles our most base instincts, the basic structure of our bodies and rudimentary psychology; that is, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.  Practicing the discipline of nonviolence is the way to break free from this self/other destructive chain of causal events.  Human will is transcendent, naturally rebellious, to this destructive lock-down of existence.  This inescapable rebellion against being trapped in seemingly perpetual violence is the birth of and the path of peace and for all.  An undefeatable aspect of human will always stands outside the seductive snare of merely behavior.  Choosing a higher path is possible.  As so simply and boldly declared in word and deed, “Peace is possible.”  We can choose to dishonor this higher aspect of human existence by choosing to settle for participation in a seemingly inescapable chain of crap that nobody really wants but someone else “makes” me do, as if I am some soulless machine, in a rigged game.  This dishonors our true maker, mysterious and gracious.  Perpetrators, those who are most deeply embedded in the illusion that violence will give them the long end of the stick that is one , erroneously believe that they possess some superior will in manipulating the machinations of the day to their advantage (at the expense of others).  Rather, their self-serving complicity with reactionary destructive violence is a denial of creative human will and hope for peace and for all.  To escape their own self-dehumanization they pompously attribute their apparent success in navigating the status quo of reactionary existence to a superior will, somehow free from others' claims on them.  These so-called winners look to themselves apart, seeing themselves as self-made men — in a palpably peculiar insult to their mothers.  And as I like to say: if you are a self-made man, you have a fool for a maker.  Victims residing down the chain of can mirror their perpetrators' weighs by rattling the chain up or down, either giving the master curators of violence another specimen for their museum of , or perhaps honing one's hurt on someone even less able or willing to react commensurately.  The predictability of violence is captured in the insularity, unaccountability, and disconnect from (their own and others') that perpetrators of the powers that be experience in wanting mastery over their own lives.  The predictability of violence among victims is rooted in the reactionary that hurt people hurt people.  People tend to do what they know.  Can we know peace and , or at least cultivate its possibility?  While experiencing the hurt of violence and can be a powerful impetus to respond unkind, it can also be a profound invitation to , empathizing, connecting and standing with others, each of who have experiences of hurt and injustice.  This is an aspect of God's mysterious “” whereby is constructed in such a way that the poor have better access to their humanity than the rich.  As Brethren to /And cistern of tears we are better equipped to join together and bring peace and justice into the whirled.  May it be so.

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