"authorization" poems
Red is the colour of my blood
Red is the colour of my heart
Red is the colour of love.
My love is the spirit of my heart
My heart is the sanctuary of my soul
My soul is the sacred chalice of my spirit.
My heart is a bouquet of red roses
Red roses, the ambrosia of my spirit
My spirit is the immaculate dove
The dove bearing the olive branch from above.
My spirit descends in the feast of the Eucharist
The Eucharist is the sacred sacrament of Christ
Christ is the eternal spirit of the love of God
For our sins, He bled and shed His innocent blood
And by His blood we have been redeemed.
The blood of His covenant
The covenant of His new testament..
~ By Orikinla Osinachi, Saturday November 8, 2014.
© Orikinla Osinachi. 2014. All rights reserved. No part of this content can be duplicated or reproduced in any format of media and anywhere without the authorization and permission of the author and publisher.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
My Woman, My Partner
we need today it seems identifiers moreover,
as we slice, dissect, and categorize the W’s of our
individual experience,
by defining ourselves as pieces of categories
Today, woke with this title-to-be-poem in my head,
My Woman, My Partner
I like particular, individuating descriptors that distinguish
rather than categorize, summary’s that capture the
roomy broad and small strokes, the subtleties of capturing~
encompassing an image total, and yet intuitively tasting and
comprehending the depths and flavoring of our totality,
a combinatory humanity
my choice was My Woman, which was comprehensive
and distinguished, yet upon consultation with said person,
for pre-authorization approval, it was returned to me with
an engine-heart additive, that was both a word that denotes a
binding, ties, equality, and takes it to another, even ever
highest level,
*this essay on how I came to title this poem, well, is the poem
in its entirety, it is the process, the point, the summary and the
minutiae of all I wished to convey.*
Sunday Aug 13 8:03 AM
Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 8:11 AM UTC
Not your name
Not your nationality
Below all the fame
Below the unreality
Deep down
Who are you?
Forget your license
Forget your authorization
Forget your conveyance
Forget every legal documentation
Now tell me
Who are you?
Deep down in the dark room of your empty soul
Deep down below your average conscience
There are only the things you put there yourself
All your unused options
And the unanswered questions
like 'Who are you?'
Deep down below
There are only feelings
All your feelings
That you chose to confine
But it really doesn't matter who you are deep down
Because nobody carries around a shovel all the time.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
I'm so sad, so hurt. I really want you back.
I want to hold you, at least,
just one more time.
You are such a beautiful precious little girl.
I'm so happy your first taste of life
was from my breast milk.
I wish I could have nursed you more often.
I'm glad you knew who I was.
You relaxed more to my voice,
better than anyone else's.
I enjoyed carrying you inside of me.
We were "one" for so long...
I was hoping to be holding you
when you passed away, and I was.
I know you went peacefully in your sleep,
cause I didn't even realize it had happened.
You held onto my finger with such a tight grip;
almost as if you were afraid to let go.
Now I know why...
I'm afraid to let go!
I'll never really get to 'see' you again.
I miss you so much.
I wish you were still alive.
I wish you'd been born healthy, I can't say 'perfect'
cause to me you were, and you still are.
You are gone, but still
my precious little daughter, My Angel Beth~
Love you, Baby Beth
Miss you everyday...
Love, Your Mommy~
*Wrote the day I went down to Goldens'
to sign the authorization for cremation
and I held you just one last time...*
1995
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
Arteries benumbed
Reading pharmaceutical's inserts no fun
Reading your mind even worse
Print so small
Foldings such as a roadmap
Those molecular models delineated
Moods might just as well be
Translating cuneiform
You wedge-shape marks on me
Deceptive blinks cut my clayey gray matter
That mascara you wear
Like kajal on Persian Princess
Ovular pills with spider legs
How do I defend from?
Enigmatical ellipses
Narcotic exotic
I look for, but find no
Adjoining pamphlets or warnings
To all your strange side-effects
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
Beneath these horrid ceilings I hunker
By crooked tones of blackness a slave I am taken
The madness multiplies limitlessly
With the death that is each day & dusk
“We grow in numbers…”
Yes, that was the whisper ringing in my ears
“But fewer a soul within reach stand aware
Glenn [synchronized]
The constant of torment I bare
Anonymous Voice [synchronized]
The constant of torment you bare
Such merciless tones carved so murderously
So provocative yet so tyrannical
Glenn & Anonymous Voice [synchronized]
“To taste again of foreign crucifixion we shan’t;
The grief was far too great before!”
“And but of what authorization do they carry
to smite us as callously as they have?”
“In deep thirst we have been doused;
Lastingly we’ve been branded by the dualism
this troublesome hellion displays”
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
On October 17, 2006, President Bush signed into law, the John Warner Defense Authorization Act. The law allows the President to declare a “public emergency” at his own discretion, and place federal troops anywhere throughout the United States. Under this law, the President also now has the authority to federalize National Guard troops without the consent of Governors, in order to restore “public order.” The President can now deploy federal troops to U.S. cities, at will, which eliminates the 1878 Posse Comitatus Act.
This means the president holding office will control everything, including the arrest of whomever he deems threatening. All communications are controlled, all media is controlled and now the president controls DHS, the military and police.
All the joint training we are seeing between the military and police leading up to Jade Helm, it's a qualification, the police and sheriff departments are being qualified for federalization. Personnel have to be qualified first, before they can participate in joint operations (signed off). This is how the system works.
Also, the other reason for this is for tracking and supply. The government uses specific forms that are entered into the logistics and supply system. If everyone is federalized, the system runs smoothly, because everyone is government document/program number approved and recognized by the same system, not an off shoot agency that require more work to track and less benefits when supplying personnel and units.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
You all do realize I hope that
Republicans McConnell, Rubio,
Chaffetz, Hatch, & Paul Ryan
all forcefully denied Obama's
2013 request to Congress for
authorization to strike in Syria
after Assad's use of chemical
weapons in the city of Ghouta,
they all answered an emphatic
No! ...
with various shades of political
double-talk, America First, &
"oh look where it might lead"
pontificating & conservative
posturing,
but now! ...
oh now when Trump launches
a missile strike they're all praise
and "God Bless America" &
proud, & pumped & feeling
like real Americans again,
oh good god the hypocrisy,
the shallow interest driven
ethics, the lies, the brazen
pretence & self-serving
awfulness of these cold
calculating humans of
ours.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
Okay so I wouldn't exactly say ashamed,
But no doubt, I feel we are all to blame,
More embarrassed about what we have become,
Of not how far we have come,
I've said it before, a person is smart but people are dumb,
I'm prepared to fight, most are just ready to run,
To see the things people do to one another,
Everyone living under cover,
Not accepting the truth thats staring us in the face,
If we keep it up, we might end up seeing the end of our race,
And what then would be left, but empty space,
Most live backwards and don't see what they should,
As time passes I see more hate and rage, rather then good,
What happened to compassion and loving our fellow man,
What changed?, How did it get so out of hand?,
With all the coruption and distrust in our nation,
I just don't understand and it gives me such frustration,
Why can't the masses come to my realization,
That to be apart of this society, it's our responsibility, we need no ones authorization,
Can't handle it sometimes, to witness all the wrong around,
But we must rise up, because only we can hold ourselves down.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
None of this should be surprising in light of the following:
In February of 2010 the Internment and Resettlement Operations (FM 3-39.40) was leaked, a U.S. Army manual outlininghow to process detainees into FEMA camps.
In 2009 the National Guard posted advertisements for job as they were looking for Internment and Resettlement Specialists (31-E) to work in “civilian internee camps”.
he National Defense Authorization Act For Fiscal Year 2011, which was signed by Barack Obama on New Year’s Eve of 2011 and it allows for permanent detention without due process oflaw.
Civil Disturbance Operations (FM 3-19.15), describes the “operational threats of the civil disturbance environment,” the “general causes for civil unrest,” weapons deployment, the legal considerations of “control force operations,” the legal considerations of “apprehension, search, and detention,” and recording the “number of cadre and inmates injured or killed.” The manual contains rules of engagement regarding the use of “deadly force” in confronting “dissidents,” which were made disturbingly clear with the directive that a “warning shot will not be fired.” This is a shoot to **** document.
Could it be anymore clear? And this is only the tip of the iceberg.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
You have copied and pasted yourself into my memory without my
conscious authorization. My data storage could surpass that of a
super computers, a near infinite amount of space for whatever I
want saved, except you have rewritten my libraries upon libraries
of me with your animation; as if I now cannot run without you
constantly there. When I try to open the program of my heart it’s
blocked by the virus you lured me with. I used to trouble shoot in
circles wasting gigaseconds at a time trying to find ways of deleting
you out of my hardware. I’m constantly stuck in a loop of trial and
error trying to decode and compute the internal damage you’ve
done in efforts to restore my old programming. I tried to find
solutions with other users but you act as my administrator,
dictating what I have access to. The folder named, “My History”
has been renamed to “Our History” with every face you’ve made,
every word you’ve said, and every instance we’ve plugged into each
other being cached for immediate viewing making it all
too easy to only think of you; I cannot upload a single thought
without you in it. I have grown sick, going from constant states
of freezing to overheating since the day you crashed me. This is
not something I can just sleep off. This is not something I can
just shutdown everything for.
I cannot edit you.
I cannot erase you.
I cannot wipe myself clean of you.
I have been overrun by you.
And the truth is, I have been
searching for exactly this
since the day I was built.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 5:25 AM UTC
Old Fords
Old Guitars
Gold money clips
Friendly girls;
but not so friendly
they want to drive my dream automobile,
sitting on my money clip in their *** jeans pocket
with my beloved Fender in the boot
to the second-hand car dealer
stopping off at the pawn shop
on the way to the terminal
to purchase a one way ticket out of town
without my authorization
while I'm still drooling pools
on my pillow.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
Hold yourself
Make something
Out of this
Human being
Give authorization
To you
And not them
Show this mirror
That life
Is temporary
Thoughts
Emotions
Are too
You don't have
To feel the pressure
Or conform
To their to dos
You are enlightened
Firm and true
You are a million
Stars birthing
Kalidescopes turning
You are you
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
The media swings information into the air
Innocently as a child spreads a lie
In charge of their own idea of reality and knowledge
Casting glimpses and burning holes in the stories and bombs
Does anyone care?
Care
Enough to read between the periods and well rehearsed tears
Law binding, right breaking polices of how and when
Single file lines and caged boardwalks
A foot away from bar codes and eye authorization
Slowly morphing into a well oiled death toll
I could be helpless, you could be heroic
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
there is nothing cute
or cool
about fatalism…
apathetic ********
acting aloof to
modern atrocities
as if an air of arrogance
can stop climate change
or advert a third world war
astoundingly they ask
unabashedly
and with authority
for the authorization
to acquire all apples
and artichokes
while advancing lies
about August being
better than April….
am I lost?
after re-reading
and attempting to articulate
Arminian or Asian
my assessment complete
I allow myself a nap
awash in applesauce
and aghast at the appearance.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
Community College for Everyone
“Tolle Lege - Take up and read”
-a child’s voice in Saint Augustine’s Confessions
You do not need permits or paperwork
A license, vouchers, sufferance, consent,
Authorization, sanction, approval,
Passport, certification, charter, chit,
Security clearance, brevet, code, key,
Party card, registration, ration book,
Rubber stamp, fingerprints, user name, badge,
Photo identification, pin number
To read a poem on a summer afternoon
You do not need permits or paperwork
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
Completeness will not make indifference
complete when all mannerism cannot
find a conclusion to the confusion that
has always penetrated maternal thoughts
in a world of numb beliefs of false
intentions unknown to them.
Complete not the thought that makes no
difference to our growing civilization, all
stems no longer grow deeply they function
alone in a fraction of a second realistically
disastrous stabilizing certain materialistic
conclusions of completing two equal parts
bounding one thought logical in divisional
communication among dimensional
theories. One thought does not make a
thought complete in the manner
we think it does.
Complete your love thoughts within the
divine soul of fire, ash flowing among
understanding truth, found realities forming
knowledge completing the divisional authorization
that love completeness controls the depth
of universal power among peace and
paradise united. Find hold share that
will be the depth of completeness.
No light shall shine brighter than the soul
that has opened fully perfect in all
ways no definitions to explain true
love light of inner self-performed by
you alone to complete.
(Be your light of completeness.)
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Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 10:41 PM UTC