In this time of crisis
Everyone made it all a business
The free help from the community
Politicians also made an entry

Blaming and bashing everywhere
Treating everyone is not totally fair
Its not the covid that scary right now
It's the people advantaging the situation
Like it's some kind of business to negotiate

every December
lovers among history meet within my heart
as lights intersect in a drop of water
to be hanged by the same woman.
like unknown date of death passes once every year
her last look sprouts in my veins
every December.

Hear their approaching hoofbeats,
See the destruction in their wake,
Know it is we who summoned them.

The poison of our hatred draws them,
As does the indifference in our hearts,
And the darkness in our souls.

As we've sown, so now we reap,
Division, acrimony, and ill will,
Harvests that nourish our inner demons.

War, famine, pestilence, and death
now march,
Trampling freedom, hope, and truth,
Co-opting and mocking God's grace.

The tipping point is visible on the horizon.
Soon there will be no turning back,
If we succumb to our collective madness..

I stand still, getting buried, under pressure, by the sands of time, I am covered, remembered, unseen.

You are up there, getting scattered, over mountains, by the hands of life, you are stripped, made bare, cleaned.

It is my remains you pump to the surface, it is my dead fire that gives yours light.

It is your straining to make villains out of victims, your commitment to love crimes that keeps me reaching through the night.

At least it feels that way.

A New Phase Of Awareness
   (Bared For All To View)

I am conscious;
See and hear and all the rest.
I am aware, newly aware
The I am consciousness.
That’s huge!
Not only senses but
The sense behind the senses,
I am sense-ness.  
Consciousness.

As soon as you add suffix -ness
A noun becomes the all-embracing;
Something in itself.

No longer parts divided and connected
But a unitary abstract quite un-nameable;
Sustainable — an ‘it’.
Not’ only ‘quite’, but It.

Oh, the limits of the word!
It is absurd that what you are
Is in reality an It:
Alive, eternal, undivided.
Some deny it, but it’s true.
Consciousness is you.

A New Phase Of Awareness 4.27.2021 I Is Always You Is We;Circling Round Experience;Arlene Nover Corwin

The elements rage
Has been the fear of the people
Of what will happen next
The world seems hexed
The water roars
The wind soars
The fire blazes
The sky rages
As the earth crumbles
The ground rumbles
It seems there is no escape
But as the elements scrape
We realize they are just trying to be free
All is as it should be
Wait it out, they shall calm
There will be no bomb
The elements rage
Will not be caged
Forever uncontrolled
Forever untold
Stay away from the elements rage
For otherwise it will put you in a cage
Of everlasting plight
The wind’s might
The earth’s roar
The water’s war
The fire’s growl
The sky’s scowl
Upon the humans
Who put them into ruins…

Love is like a breeze
It flows in and brings you to your knees
Anytime you try to stand
You sink like the ground is made of quicksand
Sinking, sinking, down you go
Into the place where the birds crow
A melancholy tune
When you start to swoon
But when you do,
You are put in the queue
For everlasting aches
Of which your heart shall break
When you find your love
It lifts you like a dove
Out of this place
Where there will be no embrace
If you find your mate
I hope you’ll remember,
That all of us are stuck here with no end of December
Forever cold
Forever told
The stories of our plights
That will give you frights
This is no place for the forgiven
Only the misgiven
For if you stumble here
You will known not to come near
Because of us
The world is thus
In turn, everyone finds their way to this world
And all is lost and all is hurled
Right out of mind with all pleasant thoughts
All your hopes are in tight knots
All bundled away, forever gone
Forever dawn
Waiting for the soul
To crawl out of this hole
Of despair and darkness
Of blankness and starkness
Nothing is well
All is ill and do not tell
Others of this hole
That sweeps them down and tears their hearts
So stay away from this place of ****
It is very sour
So stay far from this hour
Where all souls go at some point
To find their joint
To help them find
Something that will bind
Them to the waking world
And away from this furled
Dimension of lost souls
So stay away or fall into the hole
Of despair and traps for the emotions
Like many oceans
Drowning and thrashing
Splashing and crashing
Away from the lasting land
Away from the lasting hand
Held out to help
But instead lets out a yelp
And draws back in fright
Of the waves might
Forever lost
Forever tossed
Left and right through the waves
Everlasting graves
Of those who were trapped too long
And gave up, their hearts go along
To live free with their souls
That were lost forever in this deep dark hole…