Hi.. Friend Lala.. perhaps the greatest thing about poetry and emotionally inspiring ART.. in general.. is that it awakens and nourishes the Human Love Muscle of emotional and intellectual empathy AKA Affective and Cognitive Empathy.. for our fellow human beings.. and your metaphor for the ‘Black Heavy Boot’ of the male tool of Love becoming weapon in sexual abuse of children speaks volumes in dark to that most tragic of realities of human hell.. in LIFE…
A young woman who is my friend in college.. a Guamanian Girl.. named Renee.. confides in me her childhood sexual abuse by her military father.. and a decade or so later.. she puts a revolver to her head in her father’s bed.. with two beautiful children of her own.. and a loving Husband in the military.. her father’s weapon of selfishness and hate in childhood becomes that gun of death.. as ‘black heavy boot’…
A twelve year old girl in lands occupied by the terrorist group ISIL.. is raped repeatedly by soldiers who are convinced by recruiters.. that GOD sanctions this terror as a blessing.. an older woman begs the man not to do it.. as the child has a horrible infection inside.. and is writhing in pain.. the soldier kneels down by the bed and prays in GOD’s name.. and thanks GOD for the blessing of killing this girl slowly with his BLack Heavy Boot.. while he is on top of her…
Some men
truly should NOT
be allowed to have
boots
at all…
A plunging sword of pillaging raping Chimpanzee…
or tool of Love of our closer cousIN primate Bonobo
consensually using member as tool of Love
to Prevent aggression.. violence.. killing..
As always.. as in the case of
money.. this tool is only
the root of
evil when
it is
used
as
evil.
BLACK HEAVY BOOTS
tools blood
tears DEATH IN LIFE
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KATiE MiA FredericK!iI 
And on a lighter note..
a much brighter note..
my last poetic Haibun
AKA ‘Fredbun’ response..;)
aS IT IS.. to
dVerse Poet’s
Pub..
1st
Monday
Haibun prompt..:)
wHims beauty..
fall.. spring.. steps
Nature’s breath
heAr beats
Love
Art
ALive..
eYes sinGinG
HeArt’s liGht..
SpiRit RiSing
soUls US
NaTurETrue..:)
https://lifeconfusions.wordpress.com/2015/09/14/tonight/comment-page-1/#comment-9894
^^^
Oh.. Zee.. human addictions.. truly.. mostly.. replacement
for Love.. a heart never filled by parent
or lost through abuses of
social acceptance
and reality of
life grown
cold
in machine
brain ways..
A Mother’s
Love.. a childhood
embrace.. a laugh..
a smile.. these warm
and fuzzies grow
frolic of human life
instead of away
to death
in life..
a play is a dance
of life without alcohol
or other drugs of course
and freedom is dancing
naked with GOD
with none
of that..
but
sadly
a drink instead..
is an approach
but an
escape
from
ALL
THAT IS…
If i have dimes for
all the alcohol stupors
who ask me what i am
on when i dance at the
Rave Club.. i will be
rich.. but yes.. i am
rich when i
dance
WITH GOD..
sMiLES..
GOD’s Dance
ALive from
Death’s Dance..:)
http://dversepoets.com/2015/09/14/pubtalk-desert-island-poetry/#comment-100273
^^^
If i am ‘ever’ stuck on a desert Isle.. cast away.. i will write something new and refreshing in the sand each day.. several times.. and perhaps hours on end.. with a stick.. since lead on stick never runs out with ink as sand.. as pencil or pen.. but if there is no stick and or ink as sand.. available.. i might read my “The Pocket Rumi’.. book.. of Wisdom Poetry.. smiles.. or who knows.. feels.. Just imagining.. dreaming.. and creating my way off the Island by trying something new that no other Island Outcast ever thinks.. feels.. or dreams of.. with human imagination and creativity… in fact and moreover feeling.. that IS precisely what i already do.. smiles again.. and if absolutely none of that works.. i will just dance.. drink coconut milk.. as a forager.. once again.. as usual.. like now.. in simple human bliss.. as God is the best dance partner of all.. with or without other friends.. who like to dance.. and live as well.. and my dance will change and never stay the same.. from now to now.. true human bliss..:)
Outcasts Dance
Island Castaway Dreams
Alive with GOD..:)
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