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About chrysalaneous

I am 53 years old, self employed, and retired military (Army, Infantry). I am a writer who self publishes poetry and social commentary as a response to the events that occur in the world and my environment. I have a passion for social myths associated with the policies, agencies, and religions that form the world around us. Race and Govt. are my two most inspirational topics, followed by religion.

The Gift of Family

I feel ya, that’s what they say
During the evenings alone
Throughout the day

Your gone, but real
I’m here, but not
And that’s our deal

I’m blessed by you
What’s left behind
And the things to do

Your next to me reminding
Through unconditional eyes
And the love I’m finding

I’m gonna do better
From where I stand
Down to the letter

But you’ve work too
From where you stand
I’m watching you

Man to man we walk
Unseen by others
Nor hear us talk

My debt never paid
A lifetime of joy
From choices you made

Forgetting my debt
In your silence
I gather regret

Nights are a reminder
you breathe through me
And be a little kinder

But soon looms a date
A chance to remember
it’s never too late

To keep you alive
In memories I don’t have
Soon to arrive

Your debt unpaid
Entwined in my dreams
And plans we made

And in the end
Joy and happiness
Ours to send

Through eyes eternally
always sharing
The gift of a family

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Sovereign

Folks who talk of rights have made assumption that contradict their cries of freedom. If I am sovereign rights don’t exist and your proficiency in grammar can’t change that. It’s here the crux of death for freedom breathes.

Government is the first nick in the armor of the sovereign man. Citizens need structures to their freedom. The fear of living or dying to yourself lacks the safety afforded by rules and consequences fabricated. We’ve lost the belief that life, nature, takes care of its own. Dying for another man is suddenly noble.

Religion preys on fear. The fear that replaces men looking eye to eye, but rather the fear of entities larger than yourself subverting your sovereignty for a greater good. We can’t see we are not the greater good, I “am” is the greater good.

As we dwindle as men, now we’ve become a function. No longer relying on our sovereignty. We rely on others as structures dictate. Suddenly it makes a false sense that outside of the structure you’re less, rather than whole. Now we believe there’s endeavors past our toils.

Slowly we’re in fear of our sovereignty because we’ve become accustomed to the false sense of security put forth by the structure. Inevitably they add to their structure and with each new situation your sovereignty is strangled to the point you can’t breathe alone. It’s here the real death occurs.

This point of no return leaves men with their heads bowed and knees chafed. The shackled mind believes truths that are convenient in fear of losing the very thing that’s choking them. From here death is where the bonds of society released and maybe once again you’re whole. Prepared to transcend the compromise of freedom.

It’s a fight today. A difficult balance to be sovereign, free of the traps associated with government. You must barter with your sense daily to keep the hounds at bay, because once they have you treed, the noise is deafening and there’s only one way down. All the while you unwittingly became part of the hunt.

Beware of those espousing freedom, especially yours. They may or may not know that the honor they seek is your sovereignty. Judge the field as a native and plant good seeds. Don’t become a farmer. Hunt the bush as one of the animals and forego becoming a hunter. Speak truths and peace without preaching. Most importantly, lend a hand without becoming a debtor. Even then you run the risk of becoming a part unwittingly.

Gift of Silence

The gift is old,
No longer possible
Nor shines like gold

There were moments,
Passed or played,
Not well spent

For gifts are shared
Not held
Or compared

Some you can open,
Others create,
Others spoken

It’s not the words praised
Or or objects held
For spirits raised

It’s the thought
That feels
Emotions caught

The gift of silence,
We’re understood
In just a glance

Seasons of the Heart

I used to feel more than the wind
I could hear the echo of memories
Dancing through my life
Sometimes glory, other times strife

My scorched soul lies in wait
As the summer sun mercilessly shines
Down on flesh and sand equally
Burning memories in kind

An autumn breeze becomes a scent
More than a smell, it’s a place and time
Traveling in a retrospective glance
With no reason or rhyme

Then the cold winter wind blows
touching chilling moments of pain
Freezing scenes of hope
As memories and fears wane

Then springs hope with the sounds
Of yesterday and tomorrow
The youth of thought
And the melting of sorrow

These are the seasons of my heart
Colorful and tragic in the same
Displayed for all to see
Or feel as I became

Virtual Pariahs

The parasitic nature of society and culture feeds off your thoughts. Seeking justification at any expense. Some aspects more voracious than others, but never satisfied all the same. Don’t give your mind away to some ephemeral notion of solidarity when your surrounded by folks who only want your unconditional love.
The nature of politics today is division. Race has lost its effect. Gender is too confused, and no sane person believes in “politics anymore. So now the division will creep into your family. They won’t stop until they’ve divide your intellect from your emotion and you’re running around with cardboard signs instead of sitting around a table enjoying food, family, and friends.
Some folks are consumed. They claim some intellectual high ground while running around cities with infantile antics and adorned with the most offensive garb, actions, and words. These are the pariahs in disguise.
If someone is demanding your loyalty step away. You don’t owe anyone anything. Loyalty is earned through the taste of blood, sweat, and tears. It’s not sold through sound bites or photos that lack touch. It’s not deserved through antics or promises. If someone is doing things for a collective group, good or bad, they’re doing just that, collecting.
Don’t be fooled into isolating yourself from the characters around you for the characters presented in a fabricated reality portrayed through some form of social or political media. For some these are one in the same, it’s called propaganda.
I’m not the genius in the room, but I’m not an idiot. Any simple person can see that these media outlets are intentionally dividing us into categorical madness. We’ve disagreed throughout history, those of us who lived before social media understand that. The difference is when you have to put your hand in the persons hand you disagree with, or look into their eyes, even know their story you learn respect. The folks miles away from you on some profile they’ve created aren’t real.
We know these folks aren’t real even if we can’t accept we are playing a part. We know because we’re surrounded by folks who we see their social media and their real life in real time. We see the fabrication, exaggeration, and understand that the difference is what they hope for and what they are. We excuse this misrepresentation out of respect and hopes that the vicarious experiences will lift them up to their dreams, even when we know different.
My point is not to point out hypocrisy or delusion. My point is those folks you see out there misrepresenting themselves are no different than the folks you see on social media that you don’t really know. The ones selling you plastic wisdom, flexible loyalty, or even worse utopian fantasies.
Don’t trade the reality that surrounds you for some imaginary possibility of grandeur. Don’t trade a hug for a “like”. Take the handshake over the “comment”. Chose the kind word over the “share”. Chose reality over fantasy.

We’re fighting a battle that isn’t understood. Your family and your friendships are under attack. No longer do disagreements facilitate conversation. It’s more common to explode and go back to the computer or phone and get instant justification for ignorance by logging into a fantasy world.

There are folks who say that they only use social media to communicate with family and friends who live at a distance too far to travel. I hope so. That’s not social media’s intent. They want to control everything from your seasonal decorations to your “friend list”. Use social media how you will, just understand that it is intended to guide your thinking.

With the political cycle headed into the home stretch be weary. Understand that the messages you receive are intended. Understand that what you see is designed to have you understand things from someone else’s perception. Most of all, understand the people around you that talk too loud, smell funny, and are way too obnoxious are real. The ones you see on your newsfeed are not, they are the zookeepers that help feed the pariahs.

Religious Industry

Religions time has come, and gone, yet they still get a pass. I have no problem with the Christian out there doing good in their family and community. I can only admire those folks who dedicate their lives to the service of others. I have no problems distinguishing between the Christian, Christianity, and religion. What I can’t overlook is the blatant hypocrisy of the institution.

You are probably thinking I’m going for the “pedophile thing”, not really necessary. I’m pissed about how they create constituency through complicity. How they pray/prey over the same folks they persecute. I’m mad about lip service to the core principles of what Jesus preached, judgement and forgiveness. I’ll remind you I’m not speaking of “a Christian, I’m speaking of Christianity and religion as a whole.

Religion has long been understood as a politic. We have phrases about “opiate for the masses” to remind us that in the end, religion supports the politic through the emotions of the worshipper. The number of dollars and where they’re passed along is a big indicator.

The churches adamant support of legislation that involves crime and punishment is well documented. One look at news media over the last 40 years and you could create a 24 hour montage of “holier than thou” characters cheerleading for some politician pushing legislation to get “tough on crime” based on some hyperbole surrounding a heinous act by a sensational character.

Millions of flocks around the country take flight in some 1st century stoning fashion to demand adherence to the commandments. Led by charismatic figures in the latest fashion, followers everywhere demand action in the form of laws, rather than thought in the form of research.

Religion in America damned drugs knowing damn well that their constituents were developing drugs for the masses. They seized the moment and baptized the addict over and over again as a demonstration of piety. Really they were playing both sides against the other.

The tricky thing is that by and large the individuals trying to help were genuine. Sure, they’re thousands of folks out there that sense the hypocrisy and have the taste to “start a program”, but the volunteers who sacrifice their time and money truly want to help, and help as an extension of their faith. Above these folks it’s a crap shoot.

This rubric spilled over to the point religion makes more money off the poor than the market makes off for profit business. The decentralized nature of religion hides the fact they’ve been in the trillions for quite some time.

Christianity knows this to be true. The “United Churches” thrive on this as well as the independent. One look at assets and it’s undeniable. The average person going to worship thinks hard about the dollars the put in that plate. Something is always forgone for those dollars.

The church collects and distributed these tithes to higher organizations or “missions”, usually outside their communities because the folks in their communities usually aren’t “members”. In many cases the tithes become funds in a budget that is used to drive the ego of a few to “build” a bigger dream. Even the faithful can get caught up in movements with marketing titles like “purpose driven”. The trigger for me is how tithes become funds the minute they’re disseminated after service. It’s like the tithes are props.

Again though, that person giving those dollars they don’t have are reaching out with faith. Their tithe is just that. In some cases it’s always a tithe, it never becomes associated with “funds”. They never associate the new zero turn mower bought by the church because the previous mower was outdated with the tithe the gave.

These degrees of separation aren’t new in the world, or in business. The corporate model is within churches because there’s a lot of money involved. Corporate folks don’t waste time on ventures that don’t produce, and religion produces through projects, initiatives, and products created by your tithes that became funds for entrepreneurial folks within the religious industry.

I pray for people, places, and incidents. I try to follow the example of Christ in my heart and my actions. I don’t have a church. Nor do I ascribe to a denomination anymore. I’m not a Christian in the corporate sense, but I am smart enough to see the problem that Jesus had with the temple is alive and well in the church today.

You can’t call for persecution and run a half way house, or decry about stricter drug laws and be a leader in the rehab industry, even worse you can’t support the expansion of the prison industry and develop programs and materials for prison ministries. Religion makes millions, if not billions, off of crime and prays/preys over the criminal. It’s time to shine a light into these dark places.

Pieces, Shards, and Moments

Moments lie scattered like pieces of a broken mirror.
Reflecting shattered remnants on a dusty floor.

It’s the sharp images that cut thoughts into a fragmented one.
Meanwhile I stand fixed on how many pieces I’ve become.

It’s never been as easy as me, or I am whole.
The I’s never really have anything but others they’ve stole.

Then the exponential value of all I am leaves me to wonder.
How many are you that watch
with silent eyes asunder?

The noise is deafening with thousands of us screaming,
Screaming to be heard within the silence of dreaming

So I’m lost, there is no one voice, and now I must think in silence.
The quiet aspects we ignore
leaving certainty in suspense.

All around are noises and silent eyes, words and looks reveal
what others have in mind
to lie, cheat, or steal.

So shattered I lie, shards of me
pieced together with scars,
and reflections of hope
In memories afar.