"directives" poems
If (WO)men are the ones that suffer an exacerbated amount
Of the violence, the **** the abuse, and everything that comes
with and from struggle and alienation;
it is because of their femininity that men at times
have come to believe that their contributions soften institutions.
That at times throughout history neither capitalism, neoliberalism nor revolutionary experiments like that of Cuba have placed femininity as compatible
with progress or resolution.
In which case femininity must be hidden, silenced, or displaced with no purpose or place to belong.
Thus everyone closely associated with this femininity such as homosexuals, transgendered (WO)men, and "effeminate" males, (ignoring, subverting and negating the lesbian identity because of their gender) have come to be marginalized by a structural system of exclusion.
(WO)men carrying the highest burden for originating the associative distinction
Homosexuals battling to find love by constantly having to assert their masculinity
Transgendered (Wo)men afraid of expressing their through identity.
Lesbians fighting to legitimize their own identity separate from the directives ascribed onto them by virtue of being born women.
Males who are labeled effeminate because of their sympathy toward those who struggle and are alienated.
And every other individual who refuses to deliver to give a marker to their identity and a degree to their femininity.
Hold fast in your femininity and embrace the rancor that society grants you
As a homosexual I speak with you brother and sister, not for you
Realize that our self-ascribed degrees of femininity and identity are as revolutionary and transformative, and thus necessary, as those of Che Guevara, Mohammed Ali, Harriet Tubman, or the Dali Lama.
That because we have decided to embrace our degrees of femininity, problematic to any movement, at one point or another, we have inadvertently decided to align our selves with those who are alienated the most by the systems in which they live.
So that in this way we must make our struggles deliberate and political. Let our degrees of femininity become legitimizing banners of solidarity for anyone who suffers in any corner of the world.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
Human directives, veracities unverified
Bellies belching with anger, murderers
Udders dripping hate, foundling banters
Hunters striking the hungered, unfortunate
Glare sight to seek the truth, hold me lets sink
Tear motions and debates of inequality
My Dafur, the realm of the fur, demise
All armed in Sudan, the arid, a battlefield
Emergency alarms sirens from 2003
The indefinite complications and hunger
A land of the displaced, starving nomads
Hear me out in these non-dissolving conflicts
Guantanamo bay detention a prison vicious
A base for “war in terrorism”, reciprocal laws
Inhumane human interrogations persists
A breach, a revolt, the hunger riots devolve
Force-feeding, torturous measures applied
All undressed, humiliated, genitalia exposed
A Rwanda slain in divide and rule
Civil clashes, mashes, all trashed
Swaying war rapes, tapes, the raves
Machetes slashing necks and hands
A lust of power, a genocide slaughter
The Tutsi slewed and unsewn from a patch
Autocratic regime boring divisions
Territorial ethnic cleansing, a holocaust
The oppression of Jews, Romanis, Poles
Homosexuals, the disabled and mentally ill
Indifference pooled in pits and camps
The institutional social indoctrination
The honor and killing to expose shame
The violation and dishonor of moral fabric
For what is “good”, “bad”, fixated moral values
Buried waists and head, awaiting stones to hit
Confessional secrets of only what lays within
A torment watching witnesses, all dangling
Marxists calls ships to stow ashore
Masses kidnapped, confused in deceit
Invalid contracts awaits signatures
The white immigrants to be enslaved
All aboard, now abroad to revolve labor
Wage packages taken to pay for freedom
Humans bought and sold to be owned
Slaves yorked and counted as assets
Bounded to serve plantations and homes
A human, non human, a chattel, a slave
A debt ******* offended and *****
Untamed and made to obey a master
A falling global strings unturned
Tunes strumming hate, war and pain
Human trafficking, violence, inequality
Child abuse, civil conflicts, capitalists
Commercialism, zero hour contracts
For if we have no rights, I have none
For if we have no peace I have none
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC
for Harlon Rivers
the river potion,
the river portent,
the river potent
it is all of these and not one
he is bank sided,
observing the false idols,
the image mirrored
in the glass of the river
transfigured molecularly
he becomes something ferried frothily, forcefully
as if a twig
or a small thing of human manufacture,
an object tossed up airborne-repeatedly
his poetry:
the clash of particles at the many junctions
of objects and water, eddies and the currents,
ceaselessly circumnavigating,
searching revisionary pathways
directed,
but randomized,
prisoner of the flows,
servant to the wind's directives and the
earths magnetic indivisible undulating waves
thinking,
this life,
its unsteady gait,
the irreverent wavering of drunkenness
resultant from potent potions,
portents of inopportune position
in him,
my own histories,
my poetic recordings
also become
water borne,
watermarked,
replayed back for me,
for erasure, censure, closure
and rededication
this River
is a tapestry,
a torn map,
drawn on broken shards
of slivered water,
living with all the others
but we,
are the untitled,
we,
are the un-entitled,
and he is the
Rivers
<•>
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
~
In the mist of late night solitude,
from a mislaid plateau,
with a suitcase full of sparks
She observes constellations
reflected as little needy eyes,
peering down at her
They could be midnight directives,
postcards from distant nebula
suspended in gaffa
"Ne t'enfuis pas..." She exhales
Still she wonders:
will her children grow to love
their perfect machines more
than they love
their imperfect mother?
~
Jun 28, 2023
Jun 28, 2023 at 12:06 PM UTC
O Lord, please let Your Light shine,
-in and through me- hot and brightly;
my Life is Yours and I don’t mind
following Your divine directives;
with The Word, I hope to wick away
Wisdom for a disciplined perspective.
I’ve embraced the idea of transparency,
where my lifestyle is straight, tapered
and upright- with genuine integrity.
Disperse the World’s ongoing darkness,
that seeks to envelop my existence,
with a vibrant flame of Your holiness.
With Your assistance, I will handle
any and everything that comes my way,
while I’m blazing… as a human candle.
.
.
.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Psa 18:28; 1 John 1:5-7; Prov 20:27
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
Leather brown, bomber down, hit the bottom, rise again. The resounding sounds bounce around. It helps to misunderstand the plan, so follow these directives if you can.
Green amygdala your orange eyes create suspense.
Hipster blue, the denim, black boots, and those paperback books.
He walks with attitude,
reads for romance.
Magnetic the charm bringing them in. Stood in the centre as the hurricane spins. Tethered to nothing, not even a creed. A miracle in the making, an empty street, a canvas unpainted, a jewellery box recieved.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 6:07 AM UTC
I am obedient to the directive of The Holy Spirit
Others may not agree
I do not want to sin
I will continue to try & try again
Even if others do not agree
I will not pretend
I will embrace His word
Until the end
Disobedience to His directives is sin
I have left materialism
The Holy Spirit is the guide of my soul...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control...
GALATIANS 5:22-23
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
T- Take all his rules and directives on board
H-Heed them well or he'll put you to the sword
E-Edicts he announces mustn't be ignored
S-Stay within the definition of his pit
I-Indent it into your mind's memory fit
T-Test not his patience nor his fab wit
E-Enter good work that will be a great hit
M-Mad as hell he'll become when he sees a bad post
O-Ousted you'll be if he doesn't like what you boast
N-Niggling him will obtain a certain kind of verbal roast
I-Irking his upright position means you'll be put on toast
T-Travel within the hallowed guidelines he prefers the most
O-Opposing him means debarment at a far flung coast
R-Riling him over his rule's will disappear you as a ghost
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
Question those thoughts that
pop into your head uninvited,
shattering the silence.
Random revelations while
walking, reading or driving,
shocking zaps to the back
of your head like bullets
from a book bin building,
cleaving your skull,
exposing your brain.
Question them all…..
Are they directives from above?
From deep inside your ghost?
Your soul? Where do they come from?
Study the darkness of your pupils in a mirror.
Look deep and long.
The answer is in the hollow.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 1:59 PM UTC
Prevailing
You were supposed to be there
Five foot three with brunette hair
With eyes that held the kind of stare
That could strip these walls down
Bring me back to ground
Sounding words out to make sure the emphasis
Is on the feeling I found I missed
Which you showed me within a kiss
That was some thing new
Temporary bliss
And now you’re this
Prospect
There’s a new perspective
Mission statements paint directives
As I dive into introspective
To make sure intents are pure
Is this intense? Well, sure...
So long a heart obscure
Feelings, malady and cure
Potent potions cause commotions
That I must endure
In an analysis of myself
So I might be worthy of the wealth
That comes in the form of a girl
Of a gift beyond this world
Coveted amongst any and all
The darkness broken by creeping dawn
A hope that you may text back
But a knowing that you’re
Gone
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
Now RESPECT Should Be EARNED...
NOT A Thing That Is... GIVEN... !!!
Cos’ These Days It’s Linked...
To People... TOO QUICK...
And That’s Just MY Opinion... !!!
............ RESPECT...........
SHOULD Hold Dominion... !!!
Like Lands Used By Britain...
To... Secure Positions...
Now... Colony Driven... !!!
A Respect That's RIDDEN...
By FEAR And RACISM... !!!
The Type of RESPECT...
That Should Now Be Left...
For Heads That STILL DREAD...
Respecting THEMSELVES... ?!?
AHEAD of Their Wealth...
And Living In Submission...
So Respect For Them...
Is A MONSTROUS PROBLEM... !!!
Because They LIMIT Thinking...
To Feed Systems Driven...
By Things Like Racism...
And... Colonist Visions...
That KEEP DISRESPECTING... !!!
By Simply INJECTING...
Forms of Indigestion...
That DENY Them Lessons...
About... INTROSPECTION...
... Historical Lessons...
And Stories NOT Vetted...
As Well As Inspected...
To Confirm Their Correctness... !!!
I RESPECT What Is FACT...
NOT... IGNORANT Chat... !!!
Where Intellect’s REJECTED...
Because It’s NOT Selective...
Like... Societal Directives... !!!
That Keep The SICK...
... “ PROTECTED “...
When They’re Found To Be...
.... DISRESPECTING....
The Very Laws That...
... They’re SETTING... !!!
It’s A Sickness That’s UPSETTING...
And PROVEN To Be FACT... !!!
That They CANNOT REDACT...
When It Comes To This VIRUS...
That Respects Like A TYRANT... !!!
When It Comes To Retirement...
of... ELDERS And Minors...
A Respect That Feeds DEATH... !!!!!
So Is Being Accepted By Many Collectives...
Who Seem To RESPECT...
What Is Government Fed... ?!?
Which Makes Little Sense...
When It Comes To What’s Said...
About How They DECEIVE...
And BREAK THEIR OWN Policies... ?
When It Comes To Respecting...
What They Are Suggesting...
..... Humanity NEEDS..... !!!
Now If THEY CAN’T RESPECT...
What They Now ALLEGE...
To Be A DANGEROUS Threat... ?!?
That’s Caused PANDEMIC Deaths... !!!
Let Me Say THAT AGAIN...
... PANDEMIC DEATHS... !!!
When You Take Time To CHECK...
And Your Thoughts You COLLECT...
Does It Make Any Sense...
To... STILL RESPECT THEM... ?!?
I Dunno Anymore...
Whether People RESPECT...
The POWER of THOUGHT...
Or RESPECT People MORE...
Who DEFINE The Word ***** !?!
And REJECT GIFTED Minds...
That’s Right Just Like MINE...
When It Comes To SHARP Rhymes...
That Reflect On The Times...
And Crimes of Human Kind...
That DEFY Common Sense...
And... USING Our Heads... !?!
In Ways Where Brains Work...
To Serve A... GREATER Purpose...
Than Making Cash Burn...
Just Like Some Greedy **** !!!
But In Ways That DESERVE...
To Be Seen By MORE Heads...
As Something of WORTH...
That's REALLY Is Worthy of Earning...
..... “ RESPECT “..... !!!!!
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 9:30 PM UTC
Called-up to muster on the streets,
Lay siege with pencils and paper shields,
Place couplet sentries on every corner,
March in-step with iambic feet,
Shoulder prosaic figures of speech.
Launch antithesis and irony,
Landmine metaphors and similes.
The poets engage guerilla warfare,
Surrounding the body politic
To water board with words and wit.
Our units are indeterminate,
Smearing ink for camouflage.
Be wary of everyone you meet,
Every tree lining your street;
We're making notes in small black pads,
To explicate the nots and haves.
Pens are shovels digging trenches,
Editing walls and blue pencilling fences,
Giving refuge to the marginalized,
From the onslaught of towering directives.
We're parading in our uniforms,
Raising banners, ragged and torn,
Calling on all to weather the storm,
To brace against cyclonic edicts
That swirl and funnel from posturing egots.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC
☃ ∴ ☼
Al Bandura, Ph.D,
Drove to town so he could see
if society embraced
guided life-change (science-based).
As he floored it toward the town,
he struck an inefficient clown.
Doctor A. Bandura glowered:
“You’re not funny, nor empowered –
get self-aware”. Then, talking faster,
he offered attainable steps to mastery.
“You don’t seem too self-efficacious,”
Albert added, now loquacious.
Doctor Al set new objectives:
auto-efficient self-directives;
made that dead clown self-aware,
then auto-directed right out of there.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
I'm perpetually indifferent to my own distinctive decisions.
What sets me apart from the pack is my lack of care for derision.
The world is on fire, what an elegant effigy.
So I say 'just let em burn if they wanna f--- with me.'
No time for leg pullers or those who rattle cages
Only time for those who chose to write their own history pages.
The stages I have crossed to play these different characters
Have been destructive in the way they allow me to break barriers
Harriers couldn't cruise over me and spot my directives
Because too many unanswered questions have me playing detective.
It's suggested that in darkness the good's inherently evil
but at least without the light you don't see the ugliness of people.
and I don't mean their faces with no cover up or blush
I mean they don't stop to help someone in need cause of their rush
lushes have become the focal point of social structures
so the male population has pants with flies about to rupture.
So much is fare of the flesh that now it's a flesh fair
and it is encouraged to have no respect and just stare
and we're determined to mix up some smoke in clear air
and we're demanding new jeans that are made with rips and tears.
and I'm aware of crazes and fads I'm not mad
as in I'm not crazy but this craziness makes me sad
I'm at a cross like plaid but this is more like forked roads
I am locked in online without any exit nodes,
I am inside the safe but no one else knows the codes,
so I am me by design 'cause I don't know any more modes.
Listen here --> https://soundcloud.com/m_c_vegh/me-by-design
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
A congenial aura
elated trekking
Intoning treasured verse
attention beckoning
Diligence provided
continual checking
Confirming with gauges
complying with code
Merged flawlessly towards
turnpike- cautious mode
Along breezed a rig
with a copious load
Heedless of rush hour
he rumbled on by
Remained in his route
to switch didn't try
Hurled on the brakes
swerved- she let out a cry
The fish tail and slide
left black in its track
Furled over in excess
too dazed for fact
Copper tang on lips
beginning to act
Sinew taut
cerebral flailing
Knuckles clenched
composure failing
Ticker raging
pent up wailing
Red and blue strobes
redundant sound
Screeching and wrenching
the pros abound
Flame vaulting acrid scent
soot around
One outstretched mitt
cloudy hood right behind
Echoing directives
"you will be fine"
Such screaming
not even sure if it's mine
Hours? Minutes?
seconds ticking away
WHOOOMF!!!
explosion that seized it today
Claimed these lives
on the earth they did lay
What's happening?
ascending brilliant light
Are eyes sealed exposed
perceiving what's right?
Sense soaring heavenward
a tranquil flight
Radiance entices
no need to resist
While buoyant wafting
in a cool opaque mist
At last home free
beseeching those that I missed
Brushed against His Grace
her brows lightly been kissed
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
Water
talking
to her mom
Mom
giving
many
directives
at one go.
The adorable water
playing with
her puppy,
whose name is Thinkal (Monday)
hearing
the fisherman’s horn
mom
flowing to the road
with a bowl
her fishes
swimming
inside
water just
thrashing her puppy
crying alone
like
a
mature sea
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
Tell me the words
that made you fell,
The the pick up lines
He used to tell
How he dressed up,
What's the scent,
Where he goes,
who are his friends.
What made up your mind,
when you're down and hurt?
Punished by his kind,
Ill Directives he asserts
I can tell the fact,
That he will only leave,
For how he used your heart,
girl, don't be decieved.
I Can't imagine,
how can you stay,
Prolonged agony,
what keeps you in bay?
For I can't Stand,
the way he treats you,
Look into the other side,
and let me save you.
Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 10:09 PM UTC
*A Story of Scientology and the
Mental Health System Connection
**PAPERS! PAPERS EVERYWHERE...
AND NOT A* THING TO READ!**
The thing I remember most about being in the Sea Organization at the Hollywood Org were all the PAPERS! Directives as I was to find. That's what they called memos. We were in a branch of L Ron Hubbard's private little army don'tcha know. Everything, therefore, had a military bent. More specifically we were in the navy. There were personnel who were labeled "bosons". And there were people with the rank of "Supercargo". And Commanding Officers. Actually, LRH would have liked us to be thought of as MARINES. Navy Seals!
He was really THAT egotistical. HIS title was COMMODORE. Yep. His overweening pride took him THAT FAR.
ANYWAY. So there was a storm of paper. Directives EVERYWHERE! Piled on desks. In inbaskets. In boxes. On filing cabinets, which were woefully insufficient for the veritable blizzard of PAPERS! I was forced to read these. DULL AS DITCHWATER. But I was given my own little pile, and a dictionary. Any words I didn't understand could be found in there. I was to look them up. And an extensive memo about the meaning of the Scientogeese which I was to learn. There was an entire LEXICON of THAT, let me tell you! More on that later on. AND we we didn't have TIME to read anything ELSE! Our day was filled with CHORES.... or reading of said PAPERS.
Then I began to notice the other "personnel" around me. NONE of whom appeared to be HAPPY. They were a grayish sort. Looked like the sun very seldom glanced their skin. Glum, yet (for all appearances), VERY dedicated. Then there were folk who seemed to be separate from the other workers. They wore filthy dark blue or black clothing, appeared to run everywhere, and address everyone as "Sir". They were called the RPF. Rehabilitation Project Force. Remember that unit and its abbreviation. For they are to loom large later in my narrative.
But there WAS one person who brought sunshine into my otherwise dreary world...
MARILYN.
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
Take me to a theme,
Explicating love, when blue.
Hype the hyperbole,
Metaphors aren't boring,
And similes are true.
Take me to the meaning of love,
When love is new.
Letter your signposts,
Your verses aren't lacking,
Figures of speech are attractive.
Dole out the affection,
Infect with injection
Dilating, collapsing veined roads.
Take me to any theme,
With your GPS,
I'll obey all directives,
Noting imagery along your path.
If inferences go astray,
I'll backtrack your way,
To a predetermined destination.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
Blindly letting "us" oppress my spirit
I have put my happiness
under your directives
But the sky has tapped me on the
shoulder saying "come with us,
this is where you belong"
Aura expanding, lithe and flowing
sweet gifts of elements,
divine exhales of summer
Grounded, reaching, floating upwards,
songs of widened pathways;
portals of endless blues
And I stroll through this world with
freedom eyes, and I think and feel
as one unencumbered
If you want to find me, you must
let yourself soar, because I suddenly
remembered I can let myself out.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC
i thought i heard the ******
of the blue bell around your neck girl
i paused my creative trickle
to chase you
all around this property and that one
i hugged your mom
washed my hands
rolled up my sleeve
and you were still gone
into the cat ethers
you werent even meowing
hell
how are we supposed to feed you
when you wont return the "HIIIIII!!!"
we yell at the expense of our own self-esteem
i opened all the doors for you
just to return and keep my seat
on that armchair warm
the only place you could have been
more removed from my line of sight
least advantageous to your keepers
most absent from your natural environment
least accommodating to our directives
the only place you could have been
curled up and purring
after all that???!
seriously.
i had to get on my belly
to see you laughing at me
cool in your aunts room
tail wagging
"I FOUND HER!!!"
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
within the campsite's closed up enclave
a general kept many a trooper slave
on hearing strident orders being spoken
they'd jump to the commands that did sound
as these strict directives were oft around
each servile soldier was at this behest
doing what the big man would so request
but they tired of the marshal's token
a revolt put well in train there and then
they'd not be yoked to the despot's pen
their bid for liberty's run was a victory
on catching the tyrant whilst fast asleep
through an ajar gate ran the muffled sheep
whereupon their freedom became history
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
Some walk the line
Between a woman and a man.
If god got a do-over
Would he do the same again?
Or would some afterthought
Bring about a badly needed change
That causes confusion
So some use the epithet “strange”?
How do people so often ignore
The amazing leaders and creators,
Proof they’ve been shown before
That different people can be world beaters.
People have cheered for decades
Those strong women who compete in sports.
For centuries men of feminine type
Felt they’ve needed to sink to life’s last resorts.
For no reason that makes sense
Parents have dealt unremitting hate to their kids.
Some of them take it personally
As if it is the result of something evil they did.
Demands were made unthinkingly
To change they way they had to behave
And too often the orders came from
The unsuccessful directives of “Jesus Saves”.
So here they are, suffering daily
The children who live as god made them
And society, for no good reason
Chooses to call them names and evade them.
There is nothing wrong with them
These beautiful people living on the line
Who act and live their lovely lives
The way nature has defined.
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC