Discordianism Politics – Grim Days for Abiding

See us, worse, feel us

Gray skies filling this Universe of sight and hearing

With such densest fogs of our very own making

Inner and outer beingness connections lie shrouded, why?

Since all things, curious, look for reasons outside

Dragged along by us

Even within the forever of Time’s Past.

Moving together in mass confusion

Searching for blame...

For our own unhappiness

Failing, in finding right cause.

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Oh when, did this so dark discordance in speaking

Come into purview…

This malignant descendant of Eris

That lowers so like a mighty curtain?

So heavy does it fall, disproportionately

That Hercules’s shoulders would be of little use

In thwarting such grim occurrence.

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Think wisely, perhaps it’s finally inward time.

For yes, the Sun does come up daily still...

Curtain rising... such faithful servant

Giving free light and heat

Delivering life to all that lives.

“Well done”, we say “Well done” we sing.

For know we well, even in dying

As said Sun drops later below far away horizon

Life continues on without sleep...

Its timeless dust-to-life-to-dust travels obliging to none

Carrying us all along.

“Nice, we say”

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But then, where does companion joy from this

Come from... and go...

That instead of returning, dims these days so

Seeming lost, without fondest hope, as needed company?

Can it be happiness becomes buried, in heart’s vast chasms

As we struggle so, in pursuing our own contentment's outside…

That we forget, and fail so...In keeping it free?

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Free, such an important word

Many times forgotten.

In bold truth then, must we then wait while it lies fallow

Abiding calmly, until our own sunrise can call it forth?

Our own Sunrise…

When would, could that be?

Only after death?

As someone, some thing’s other tool?

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“Enough”, we boldly act

We must change ourselves, “Enough!”

Else do we remain so…

Like a favorite actor star

Waiting for our clear, bright clarion call

To come, to come from others.

While listen, listen...

To our own closeted spirit rouse, now, shouting...

“Come out, come out now dancing

Onto this new stage of Time.”

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For, when that ending scene of play does finally arrive

Rising to leave towards Universe memory

As bright sunny curtain falls…

Oh yes, give gladly then, one hand clapping

For a job well done.

For better gaily do we...

Can we, then, go on

Abiding as best we can in such outward

Same, dire circumstances

While our other hand can hold on dearly

To beauty... for safe keeping.

To spread out in personal songs and dance

Each in our own rhythm and rhyme in song.

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See we truly privately then

Each, our Self in singing all this…

Man's greatest actions performing In minor daily struggles under scant, if any, limelight?

Life’s misfortunes... isolation, abandonment, arrogance

Intimidation, fear-mongering, hypocrisy, poverty

See us with open eyes

Directing into heart’s felt

Allowed within willful ignorance's

Are tremendous battlefields waiting…

Which do too, have their heroes.

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Obscure heroes who are at times greater

Than any illustrious pseudo-heroes

Thrown up without merit

As presented to us by a controlled, biased media

Set those, set these, all aside to include the truth

So that in singing then… “God bless them all”

God bless us all then, too

For the courage and bravery

To stand counted, speaking for the lessor too

Singing their humbleness’s in acting

Now merged within our own, connecting truths

To a more cohesive whole.

Nature knows it’s peoples

See it so in your own dreamings.

Now ACT too!

It is appreciated

To make all lives better.

That’s why the Sun rises.

bdrusch?08/27/2024