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Some twigs of related poetree 🙂
(Karma isn’t history, is real cause, effect to the x th
degree, what goes around comes around, immediately
and eventually, possibly, yet, more intricately.
When one might suggest that anything is a result
of karma, or one’s karma, that’s not truth,
even though we also can’t say that it isn’t true.
To begin to understand karma one needs
to study both Hindu and Buddhist perspectives
on it, as well as Dharma, which isn’t weaved
within the karmic wheel, and is the path we strive….
An ideal. It’s said, a butterfly fluttered trivial breeze
south of the Equator can become a gale north of it,
with poetic license. This gives an inkling
of the intricacy in discerning what is, or could be
karmic. Those who say everything is, are mistaken,
while we can’t say something is not. It’s said only
Buddhas, and possibly Prophets, can discern
the true nature of an event back to its beginning,
seeing into past lives, et al. That gives a clue
to the impossibility of one abusing another
and suggesting it’s their karma, accurately;
or trying to manipulate another with the same,
although, sadly, this is done constantly.
As one sows, so shall one reap.)
Darkness plummets a man’s mind
As he deflowers a girl before her time,
Against her will, a heinous crime.
The River Ganges sees, rushing,
Reflecting, as it flows to the sky.
Brings Rama and Shiva tears to eye.
His soul turned its back on him,
Now, third eye blind, he’s just
Doing time, out of, or in a jail,
The prison of his crime. In India,
What can we do, the shout anew.
Echoing back on a Summer’s breeze,
Who can we be, in nature’s balance,
Harmony, if we don’t do
What we must do?
“What’s Love Got To Do With It…”
They say, a rose by any other…,
Would still be as sweet….
Every 9 seconds a woman is raped
By someone who says he loves her.
Give a real gift to sisters,
And brothers, all, reach one,
And teach one, to not be a
Link in that patriarchal chain,
Not adding to that number of
Humanities bane, not a statistic
in la machine’s game, ever;
From this Valentine Day on.
one’s mental cell
Built with illusional bricks;
One’s personal hell.
As machinations of
Miraging, veil and mirror
False-ego, as self,
We evince to be!
“…Of…, By…, For…?”
Pondering the nature of
Some peoples character
Has led me to conclude,
Their despicable actions,
Though masked by
Purported concern, therapeutic
Intervention, are what’s so.
Stories about the one legged
Baseball player, or
The man without a face,
In and of themselves,
Are poor masks for
The premeditated malpractice
That takes place within these walls.
A woman raped in the very
Corridor she must walk
Up and down; day in day out!
A man-child grew up here
Stories to tell, they, supposedly,
Allow to curse, intimidate and
Dominate others. Giving him
All the rope he wants, then
Snapping the noose;
Strapping down, drugging,
Seclusion. Without boundaries
What client wouldn’t become
Out of hand; where’s the care?
Their fabrications told over and
Over, manufacturing psych.
Histories, means to ends,
Political, social, religious to
Discriminate for delusional profits
And pleasures; remove competition.
Their best, counter-transference,
The opposite of mental health!
A heart can be killed, yet,
Heart never murdered!
Did they ever know the
First tenet of all helping
Professions, “do no harm”?
While feeling sacred on
This All Hallow’s Day,
I also feel pangs of the
Hungry, so wrought by
The profane; for the food
Wasted by us could feed
All the world’s…. Yet,
Betwixt, in the mundane
It’s only hurled.
Sword that cuts all ways,
Without, for, there’s no cutting;
And a pointless point.
One lived as prayer,
Their light adding
To the well of light,
Their every step in grace,
They left no footprints;
That will echo always.
(With Mother Theresa in mind)
Is man deserted in the Middle East?
Does it bleed him as we bleed the earth,
The fouling of one sky always following?
How could the sons of Isaac and Ishmael,
So, not remember their way? Thinking
They’re choosing peacing and warring on
Each other for delusional profits, pleasures,
While sanguine sands mark their real loss
Of life, humanities’ loss of time.
Wasn’t it written, God is watching and
We are returning, as the home of heart
In a child beckons the man that becomes?
Isn’t it so, our souls call to us in silences?
Yet, the military machine rolls. What is,
Or could be, heard by any above this?
A woman martyr, 18, imploded by the lies
Taught to her from U.S. written, donated
Textbooks, explodes, taking hers and
Others lives from us. Same as the shining
Sun seems to divine famine.
Here, clouds relent, sustaining earth,
Cleansing spiritually, some mind’s eyes.
While the media’s constant chides of,
“You’re not the earth, reality isn’t your
Womb, rather, a tomb divined”,
Though, only smoke and mirrors, divide.
Yet, the life, indivisible, defies, a flower
Blossoms, Michaelangelo’s… roll by,
An avian’s trill still rings true.
So, what of me and you.
Will we allow individual injustices to go
Unchallenged, devolving into global ones?
Our freedoms to wither, for, we didn’t
Exercise our responsibilities? Deaths
Dirge to purge our evolutionary calling?
Manifest destinies rag to drag us through
Their mud, determining the unactuation
Of life, our and large mammals extinction?
Or, will birdsong be sung
Of what we’ve done?
Let not the only tear to eye be their
Destined flood. Let our sojourns longing
Redefine the sublime in mornings
Awakening. Let life at humanities’ hearth
Grow, our being veracity and loving sow.
(Title means returning to our eternal home)
Going Sane, Or In?
The F.B.I. knew, but, didn’t tell. The military,
No response until an hour after initial attack.
No air force jets scrambled, to shoot the
Commandeered ones down. Soon, the Central Lack
Of Intelligence Agency will dictate, it wasn’t known.
According to the Emperor, in his new threads, he
Will be “victorious in this Christian Crusade against
All terrorists and their supporters”, to the 4 corners.
This while the British empire couldn’t take the I.R.A.,
Even on their best day. Yes, he really meant,
Non-Christian, non-whites, especially the ones who’ve
Been pounded for hundreds of years by war with the
Brits, Russians, et al; and eventually, all who disagree.
For, we can’t forget his edict to the world,
“Either you’re on our side, or you’re terrorists”.
As if this weren’t criminal enough, they’re talking
About using nuclear weapons. So, we’ve W.W.III
Against one of the poorest countries, already in rubble,
Getting famine relief, who practice the fastest growing
Religion, Islam, to kill them and cut OPEC’s edge on
US oil; while making radioactive dust?
Then, a chorus of supposed feminists chime in,
“They’ve oppressed women and children for years.
War is good, as long as women are in leadership after.”
Have we forgotten, destruction and murder are
Of no value, they just reinforce the effects of cyclical
Deprivation? There are no “sides”, that is a delusion?
How could “we” be so lost, or let them lead us astray?
“…We will never stop
‘Til we get our freedom…”
The song sings, while them that kill it,
Greed driven, avarice ridden, never
Filling their enlarging hole inside, for,
They can’t be, nor hide
Their poverty or deathly stride,
Murder to die.
These murderers of life
For delusional profits and pleasures,
Why aren’t they tried?
Delusions are sweet,
So, what do we do?
Their choosing is losing their potential
To grow, and personal power in the
Moment so, we show the growth, and
Walk towards the dream,
We’re realizing for both.
While life, here and now, is the point
Made with art, in our hearts,
Our beings are the heart of the point.
So, it is I stand and say,
The murder stops here.
Turning our back to the convolution,
We walk, evolution’s way.
As embryo brought to not know,
With ancient forests gone,
Obsolescence of rights,
Liberty’s torch scorched, bell cracked,
Knell snatched, how could she go on.
Yet, borne in arms drawn
From beyond man’s loss,
Though, bearing that cross,
We, midwived through the body of blue, go!
For, we hear the call resounding from earth,
As the sun illumines and springs burst,
Gaia’s silence implores, humanity
Be not my stillbirth!
“all is fair in love and war”
If you hear it, flee, no matter how invincible you be.
Real feminists are evolutionary, like me, and don’t
Destroy, murder; while our struggles must advance,
For e.g., healthscare industry, etc., attempting to
Impose remocratic Gov’t into our lives, cutting
Women’s access, rights to healthcare, reproductive
Rights, civil and human rights- they suggesting
“Being a woman is a pre-existing condition”, etc..
Yet, it doesn’t hurt to remember that, while women
Are over 51 % of the world, and some of them gave
Birth to 100 %- there’s a global war against middle-
Class to poor men. Also, critical of the women’s
Conspiracy, we see these progressive societal signs
As indicators that women’s permanent victim-hood,
And supposed concurrent lack of responsibility for
Society embracing the devolutionary direction can
Be considered officially coming to a close; ergo,
Excuses for their Nazism should also lessen over
Time- not lessen getting equality, just assassin
Superiority in the united suck of assassins food-
Chain. Here, women are 53 % of the population,
Have more $, as a whole, are the voting majority
And purposely don’t run for office or vote for
Women (as the interlocking, interlaced societal
Systems, unnaturally based on the convolutions
Scarcity, have placed women on a higher rung
On assassins, $ and baring kids worth, ladders
hierarchy), have more entering college and univ.,
Girls have closed gap in test scores with boys in
Pre-high school, live 5 years longer, etc.. Ergo,
Women’s roles in the corporate structure’s war
Against middle-class to poor men must stop,
As the war must; otherwise, the dictation of the
Extinction of humanity and large mammals, the
Corporate structure’s ‘final solution’, is the only
Possible result. Therefore, assassins fraternities,
Other college, professional assassins groups, train
Women to destroy, murder men for delusional
Profit and pleasure, should be struggled with. As
Should the using of all healing arts as destroying,
Murdering sciences, for e.g., Kali directed ‘use‘ of
Kamasutra to destroy men, usually in conjunction
With the republicans psychic-terrorism, ‘the suck‘;
Similarly, Taoist use of Tantric sex therapy, “great
Draw“ techniques, etc., to do the same; TM, etc.,
Techniques, stop themselves from having orgasms
To sexually devolve, destroy men; Reich’s “orgone
Therapy” disciplines; positions where ‘the suck’
Removes extreme amounts of energy from a man,
And a woman is potato mashing before he knows it,
Etc.. Other conservative sects, supposed: Christian,
Wiccan, Santiera, Yoruba, Voodoo, Hoodoo, Satan
Worshippers, etc., mostly using forms of vampirism
With the suck, cannibalism, etc.; also collaborating
In the mass-rape of those Caucasian boys (the target
Group) chosen to be non-remocrat. Infanticide,
Assassination by suck, stealing souls. Targeted
Infants, whose testicles they destroy. Many of them
Work in helping professions, prisons, where they
Have stationary prey. Spike in violence against boys
By girls, and men by women, they counting on male
Embarrassment, etc., self-censoring to avoid stigma,
So, they don’t report the attacks, etc.. Personally,
For e.g., at the height of my physical prowess, I was
Repeatedly assaulted by a Native-American Roman
Catholic lesbian, and a Canadian immigrant actress,
Viciously, they hoping I’d reply in anyway, so, they
Could just lie and get the police state to murder me
For them; I didn’t- the immigrant used her acting
Skills to cry and lie on demand to get me attacked
By the police anyway, repeatedly. Lower middle-
Class to poor women destroying lower middle-class
To poor men with potential scam, purposely lying,
Going out with them, having kids, without marriage,
Kids even being mentioned; giving society body bag
Filler, one of their jobs, and them a ‘poor women’s
Retirement program’, must be stopped- the men do
The ‘right thing‘, “no good deed goes unpunished“.
Not to forget the Irish, Italian fascists favorite,
Getting life insurance policies on their 19, fit,
Husband’s, then assassinating them, collecting the
Insurance. Supposed feminist movement’s doing
Genocide of non-remocrat conspiracy Caucasian
Men, for the remocrat conspiracy; murdering their
Main competition. Everyone must keep in mind
That Carl Jung says 80 % of all action, thought,
Emotion are compensatory, part of our reactions to
Our pasts, etc.; no one should falsely criticize,
Etc.. The less targeted, war on women, must be
Stopped. Fastest growing group of AIDS infected
Is African-American women, for 2 decades; why?
One of the dwindling, and aging out providers of
Choice in women’s healthcare, Dr. Tiller, has been
Cut, again, his assassin may get parole, someday,
Why? If you don’t exercise responsibility, its
Siamese twin sister, freedom, Will wither, like a
Muscle, as well. Sadly, now, it first needs to be
Exorcized before its exercised. It’s not too late,
Evoke, act, be. Viva la evolution and Green Party.
Resounding From Earth
As sun burns, springs burst,
Gaia’s silence implores,
Be not my stillbirth!
‘…One Man, One Vote…’, (Clegg)
Republican conspiratorial voter fraud of all kinds, are the latest
Steps in the nazification of the united suck of assassins citizenry.
Remocrat Gov’nas dissolving democratically elected, cities, Mayors,
Like some usa supported South American junta. Gerrymandering
Voting districts to turn majority dempublican ones into political
Office wins for the rem minority. Statewide restrictions on voting;
Lessening voting days, hours; rem thugs at polls harassing dem
Voters; multi-media conspiratorial TV ads, mailings, billboards,
Flyers, robo-calls misinforming, threatening voters, lying about
Candidates and ballot issues; fraudulent collecting of signatures
For candidates, ballot issues, placing undue time constrictions on
Collecting signatures, etc., to get candidates on the ballot, etc.;
Military and intelligence elites using HAARP and other weather
Machines to engineer supposed natural disasters to greatly lessen
Dem voter turnout, like uber-storm Sandy; voter i.d. requirements
That are oppressive, and tantamount to a poll tax, especially in a
Bad economy; abuse of third parties, candidates, denial of their
Participation in debates, etc.; voting machine computer fraud and
Lack of paper ballots; hinky designed ballots; etc.. Southerners
Voting more than once, even the dead. ‘We, the people’, must
Struggle ever more to protect voting, or there won’t be any, really.
Remember, you can talk the talk, walk the walk, and even be the be,
But, if you don’t vote the vote, you’ll never be livin’ in a democracy!
The tea party tories want to return us to king george and his dick
Cheney’s reign on the American way of life, don’t you let them!
If not now, when, here, where, you, who? Viva la evolution!
Talk the talk, walk the walk, and even
Be the be, but, if you don’t vote the vote,
You’ll never be livin’ in a democracy!
While Joan Baez’s rebel yell still resonates off
Austin City Limits’ walls, everywhere echoes
its vibe. Yet, ‘la machine’s’ daymare mass-
murders and rapes on, causing extinction. As
Elton John sings, “it’s funny how one insect can
damage so much grain”, you ask how humanity,
a nexus of 35 billion years of the evolution, was
undone: with 400 years of supposed: science,
religion, which are naught, but, denominations
of their lowest common denominator cult:
greed, war: mammon and mollock, their marital
bed, Gaia’s half dead hide, raped by divide,
conquered with survive; and lies.
Corporate conspiracies’ convolution’s socio-
logically programmed determinism defined by:
destruction and murder are power; there’s no
truth nor reality, only: winners, losers; prey,
predators; users, used; professionals are tools;
feelings are for fools; humanities’ extinction is
inevitable and racing towards it will keep its
management fueling the oligarchies’ rule, even
while billions are murdered, by not allowing
humanity enough time to defend; etc.; are the
delusional mental cells, made up of delusional
constructs like: materialism, built with
delusional bricks like: possession, using,
which they live in and want you to; don’t exist.
This pen’s unending point, though pointless, a
blade of grass uncut and uncutting, realities’
rapier, allows those projected hells while
breaking them up with Happy Rhodes’ lyrics,
“there’s a beacon in the sky meant to catch your
eye”, and “words weren’t meant for cowards”;
so, “we” can begin again, learning: feelings are
power and the basis of all thought and action;
survival unwinds alival; exigency dispenses with
humanity; their scarcity based economic system
built on non-renewable fuels and earth-murder,
they mean to undo abundance with, will; oil
slavery must be abolished; all the unnatural
death and disasters they’ve planned for their
delusional profit and pleasure can be stopped.
The nuclear age they want to raise from
the dead to fuel their supposed Christian
blitzkrieg doesn’t have to be borne again;
their “unending war” only manufactures
more terrorists, rogue states, necessitating
itself. “We” can stand and stop them, only
if you be the life and again embark on your
“road to find out”, Cat Stevens’ refrain! As
heart’s tattoo is heard off in the distance,
Ruby Dee’s twig of poetree recited on Def’s
Poetry Jam awakens, “we” feel her words,
“…’naries fight with rats for cheese…”, and
uplift all threads in the fabric of life, on the
move in mending the whole of it, as it ever was
and ever will be; for, “we” can’t allow them to
tear it asunder. “We” can turn 360 degrees
around, back to the evolution and the future,
before it’s too late; viva la evolution! (9-11-04)
no winners or losers, in reality, a delusional construct
In minds stricken by
Winning is losing
There’s no how you’re playing the gaming,
If you’re playing the gaming,
Gaming is playing you.
They think with spooned nose,
Speak with forked tongue,
Will ‘…we,…’, be undone?
A LOONS’ CRY
Another quarter million celebrate women against violence against Women, children, and elderly, as participating was a self lost
To life, in Washington, D.C., the humanity bringing it back.
For, hearing between the lines gleaned without its communication,
The ability of Democrats to meet futures need for societal
Elemental individual and group thought change, is nil.
These women, most under thirty, held the knowledge that the issues
Before them were all linked by a need for a deeper appreciation
Of people’s common humanity, and the reality that this directions’
Evolvement necessitates the attention and participation of all,
So it won’t be laid by the wayside.
For the contract on Americas agenda was only thought feasible
Because of Democrats recent history of separate issue organizing
Missing integrally the fundamental realism that,
Even in politics, there is no separation.
Being participating in all issues, it is for me, one issue,
A choice of two directions which are: evolutionary, abundance, life,
Creation, existence, or convolutionary, scarcity, destruction, murder,
Extinction. There, knowing, when a woman’s beaten down
Every nine seconds, its our humanity which is murdered,
I reveled in feeling that so many women will it not.
Here now, I feel as always, we’ll bring our will to fruition.
For, it is so in reality, that this must be.
Sitting on this moonlit night,
Not able to forget when,
At our height, we were one and three.
Two hearts overflowed with love.
Being with you I knew was meant to be.
Nothing could separate us.
Or compare to thee.
A whirlwind of endless days and nights
Full of caring, grace, and art,
Would stretch, I thought, forever on.
Still, nothing can ever, ever replace
You in my heart. Then we
Separated, I slowly flew afar,
Losing myself while you moved on.
We can never be who we were,
Our time together now is proof.
How could we stray so far
From the you and me in living truth.
Now, the Sun and Moon may arise anew,
An eagle stretch above a dew, yet,
Nothing will compare, with you!
(written years before the
great S.O. song came out)
Delusions are easy to manufacture,
Destruction is easy to dole.
Reality is easier to know,
Even easier, life is to grow.
So we walk, allowing the way
To find we, finding we
On the way. Hanging there,
That crystal heart and the Sun’s
Unending rays filled my eyes
With a mandala of red glistening light,
Then green and blue. As my ears were
Full of, ‘Earth Songs‘, compiled by Narada.
Like those multi-colors emanate
From the one heart, multifaceted
Are the paths that lead to the way.
Through the art of living and giving,
We can discern those paths with heart.
So while walking and being walked,
We are gathered within and gathering without.
Now at the well we drink of life’s abundance,
Sharing with others of its fullness,
As with ease we walk in grace.
I was lucky with you.
The tears, pain you endure, bare
I shed into mothers sea.
Forever harking the song that
Ripples its way
From a drop to cover all,
Marked, heard, by me.
Comfort I would give you,
And as a son, alone
Would stand and say,
Night be as day,
Dark be lighted and sing
A song of life and wonder.
Yet, I only bay I love you.
Though nights step has surpassed days
And Falls chill did still this Summers rage,
Perceptions portals stage does grow.
With it, enhanced sight of their cage blight,
Let’s know, yet, the pillars upheld are three
and the one most pressed upon in thee,
Will not by way of shadow go,
For, humanity is life’s ebb and flow!
Filling life, flesh, bone
and breath, a snowflake!
tsk, tsk, too
Broadening frown, it’s to look down,
Upon multicultural, religious, students,
Perspectives, appreciation, even poetry?
We can’t be influenced by closed eye, heart,
Mind, it’s time to embrace a shining,
Shielding, rainbow, all hues from one,
Never undone, by diversity, inclusion.
“…I will always love you…”
When I first heard Dolly Parton sing it,
I knew there was woman, an aural
Artistry unparalleled and earthen at once.
I couldn’t of even imagined someone else
Trying to sing it, though, I was already
Taken by Sis’ Siren, with her ‘Jolene’.
Then Whitney Houston did,
Belting out a wondrous version,
Until she was no more, humanities loss.
If a man talks of a love unending,
He’s a Svengali, a woman, she’s an Angel.
Tragically, men will never have equality
With women in the united suck of assassins.
Being men, we can’t even try for it,
There’s no time, because humanity needs us
To save it from itself, and we must save the Earth.
Neurosciences insist love is of the mind,
Chemical reactions, endorphins, pheromones,
Sociologists, a matter of instinct, survival, etc..
I say, nay, it’s alival, it’s of the heart,
For, when I see the vernal birth of a star,
I see love, when I see graffiti artistry,
I see love, when I see a kid kicking a can,
I see love; when a mosquito lands on my arm,
And when I kill it, I feel love twice.
Our Every cell is a library of the universes’
Evolution from the Big Bang on, we can access,
Our potential’s are illimitable, as life is indivisible,
How could anyone suggest that isn’t love?
To say there is nothing other, sounds of intellect,
Yet, I would win a million debates asserting pro.
(Thanx to the incomparable Dolly Parton, and
the legendary Whitney Houston, for the title
of, and inspiration for, this twig of poetree)
” …Not Just Dreaming… Again”
The rain welcomed me, as it was
I am, to be this gray day.
Unendingly unraveling, seemingly,
They are as the concrete, grey.
My roots, always reaching
The rich brown earth beneath,
Strengthen my stride,
As walking through them am I.
To where or what, I do not know,
For, discovery of life is stalking.
Yet, I’ll be in the moment so,
If and when, I can, I will fly.
In each day I pray to be that I,
What, where, how, when,
And, somtimes, why.
So, though the suns light is masked,
This night, that is their day, won’t last.
For, its direction, clear and bright,
Does glean through
The clouded cover of their night.
Still, this walk that’s walking me,
Is what reality is to be.
And while these flaming embers glow,
I’ll walk this road with reality, so.
Yet, to you I do entreat,
If and when, you two meet,
will you allow for the you to be,
And not recede from reality.
So, that to this day, all that have gone,
Leaving you this to carry on,
Will have their potential realized, as well,
Let evolution be the bell.
(Forsoothed by All, and thanx to Flaming Embers,
and Orleans for the title lyric, on 4-17-97.)
9-11 Allowed Attacks, Was It Our Reichstag?
The united suck of assassins, 95 % fascist,
Switches from wonder bread, destroying bones
In 12 ways, to whole wheat, in the Blackhouse;
Giving a new hue to the rich’s middle-class
To poor sandwich. Will the condiments change,
A Cinqo de Mayo to a dollop of mustard; one
Taste of supposed Christianity for another-
Will the surprises never cease? An answer,
Faint, echoing, ‘where’s the beef’?, implores.
Weimar Republic, Germany, got its eugenics
Programs from CA, first they came for elderly,
Medically and mentally ill, handicapped,
Disabled, then the rest; like the republicans
Are doing now. Defend yourself by defending
Them, one for all, all for one; “we…”, stand
Together, or fall separately! Burning of the
Reichstag by Hitler, blaming others, was his
Excuse to take over; their fall. Remember a
WWII lesson, if you’re not taking bullets you’re
Making them. A heart in the heart of the
Heartland is bleeding every moment, are you?
Those Germans thought they ‘had it like that’
Too, mass destruction and murder were profit,
Pleasure, ‘liberties’. Patriotism, a supposed
Excuse for Nazism. Now that almost all here
Have been sociologically programmed into
Lowest common denominator, uber-consuming
Replications of vacuums, heads made of tape
Recorders with cash registers attached,
La machine, the convolutions devolution of
Humanity into exigency, is almost complete.
It only took 450 years of supposed science
And religion, extermination to extinction.
Man, the nexus of 35 billion years of evolution,
Doesn’t have to be wiped out in two decades;
It, evoked, as a common language, the thread
That links every…, in the fabric of life,
Can dispel the corporate structures trap,
Worldly trappings, that fill every orifice
And eye. Civic irresponsibility, past
Generations have heaped on our heads and
Shoulders, only able to be borne on wings of
Compassion, must be exorcised through our
Only acting on it; realizing the growth of
Responsibilities Siamese twin sister, freedoms,
Flight- to the extent that we exercised it.
What of the hand, remocrats, sky is bluing
US, when they’re not pathologically lying,
The glove, dempublicans, liberal spread
Of half truths, although, the lesser of the two?
Saddam Barack Osama Hussein Obama Bin
Laden’s, as the remocrats call him, train that
Could, hope, change, bipartisanship? Pope’s,
New, indulgences for the rich, no condoms for
The poor, dictated? Normalcy, I don’t suffer,
Or, suffer from, nor, Euro-centrism, northern
:Malaise, academia, a blood disease. He may
Have put the con back in their convolution,
Yet, has anyone been fooled by the temporary
Changes the ‘good cop’ will put in place, the
‘Bad cop’ will wipe away when the Blackhouse
Is white washed, again? Where’s real change?
The audacity of nope resounds, that duopolies
‘Bipartisan’ ship has sailed, and gotten us into
The economic blackhole we’re in, and will be, it
Couldn’t, possibly, get us out. Not even light,
Nor, truth, escapes it. Without changing from
Remocrat dictated scarcity based society, to
Nature’s, abundance based reality, they’re just
Rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic. All
Changes every moment, “we, …”, need real
Change of direction, knowing where you’ve been,
Informs where you’re at, and, only then, can one
Direct where they go, yet, it must begin within,
Self-actuation, turning 360 degrees around,
Back to the future and the evolution- a
Supplanting of everything, evolving.
C’est La Unvie
A million monarchs lie dead, though,
No less sociological programming of
Upper-middle to rich classes with
Decadence, affluence, inclusion, is.
No less societal determination of
Middle to lower, being excluded by
Division and conquering, privation.
Yet, they, on wing no more, still fly
In our spirit’s eye, heal humanities’
Heart. While their silent cry echoes
The 33,000 species extinct each year,
A rate not seen since the last ice age
Ensued; does it move you?
Does your curiosity ask why?
Will you, on this 33rd Earth Day, allow
A tear for all life’s fallen? Consider
The losses economic apartheid incurs,
Mirrored by the divide human-centricity
Has levied? Our underlying duplicitous
Disregard for life, greed and oil fueled,
Won’t abate for our existence, will you?
( For the beautiful butterflies )
What Is Love?
Not just what…, where…, when, how,
Who, and sometimes why?, is love, too.
The delusional construct of separation
Defines minds riddled with confusion.
Everything is connected, spiritually also.
There are no compartments in our minds,
In the Universe, this is love, that isn’t,
No depts., just these 3 he’s are to be….
How could one say killing middle-class
To poor people in other countries, for
Autocratic, theocratic, and totalitarian
Leaders is love? Yet, he is doing… to
Afford his Piece, piece of the pie too,
For him, her, “theirs”, it is love; how
About you? Isn’t a blow to a student’s
Head by a teachers sword compassion,
And is not that tough love, love too?
Since, there is nothing other, in reality,
How do we study, ascribe, describe?
We know, like all other things, love
Is also a word, and words are paths
Of study, a way to walk, and all paths
Of study, walks to walk, are in two
Directions, the corporate structure’s, la
Machine’s, convolutions devolutionary
One, interlocking and laced systems,
Scarcity based, greed, avarice driven.
And the evolutions, based on reality’
Abundance, life flung, sprung. The
First, supposed power is defined as
Manipulation, using, destruction to
Extinction; the evolutionary one,
Growth, self-actuation, potential
Realizing, conscious, enlightenment.
Nature, not to be unsung, adds, the
As of yet unknown and unknowable
Too, for, doesn’t a River love its bed,
Banks, Mountain love sky, the sky it?
A Sign Of The Times Too
King George says, ‘you’re either with WWIII, or again’
Us’, proving, ‘from the mouth of babes comes wisdom.’;
Just not theirs. Soothes say, here’s where it all has to
Happen, seems so; for, if not us, who, here, where,
Now, when, or possibly never? Following la machine’s
Fearless lead, Tim Robbins chimes out, ‘Let us war on
Violence’. With enemies like these, the republican’s
Convolution’s direction of devolution doesn’t need
Friends, sure why not be a waron, instead of a moron;
The resemblance, striking, literally. Yet, like PBS,
It’s the best we have, and unlike hbo, it’s not b.o. A
Chorus, unchiming, that having’s an illusion, drowned
Out by their show, is still. ‘Cause, isn’t the delusion
Built on it, possession, it 9/10 ths of the law, a corner-
Stone of that most vacuum up economic tool of mollock,
War? They hark, what about take away game theory.
This, while the U.S. sucks up 80% of earth’s riches,
Being only 5% of its population, causing permanently
Altered weather cycles, determining unnatural disasters
That kill millions, and will billions. C’est la unvie,
They must die so the autocracy ever-concentrates at the
Top, unnatural selection, user, used, predator, prey,
They say? Yet, using is illusion, evolutionary accordance,
reality. Though, the suck: lack of investment in youth,
Innercities, unschools programming memory skills, the
Prison industrial complexes defacto-slavery, the injust-
Ice systems premeditated massmurdering death penalty,
Make believe Christianities antilife unchoices, splitting
Of atom, earth-murder causing extinction, could be the
Start of an eventual blackhole; after they trash Gaia
And flee the collapsing solar system, a losing race to
Escape their ignoring, if responsibility isn’t exor-
Cised, its Siamese sister, freedom, will wither, as well.
Now, the Oracle of Tevi illumines, Bishop Desmond
Tutu’s ‘co-creation’ is beautiful. But, won’t the last
Guy be watching the best show the corporates could
Produce before he dies and humanity is nevermore;
‘Cause it chose it wasn’t by ignoring destruction is of
No value, murder is suicide stretched over ones future?
Or, will we allow nature’s abundance to re-balance
Our ways, and walk in consciousness’ universal grace?
Transplanted here, only one of Gaia’s fruits,
What is my twinkle among the countless stars?
In the USA, over a billion have come to pass
Not to stay, imbuing us with their place of origin,
Their souls dancing, nay flying, in a universal way.
For over 60 years Americans to be came through
Ellis Island, headed to who knows where West,
My grandfather, a Finn, Uru, which means hero,
One of three who left a concentration camp that
Fifteen thousand entered, did too; to NYC, NY.
Following freedom’s beacon, its first light he saw,
The Statue of Liberties still unscorched torch, thanx
To Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi, and the French. Of
Libertas, the Roman goddess of freedom and a
‘…Tabula ansata, a tablet evoking the law, upon
Which is inscribed the date of the American
Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776.’
The broken chain of tyranny lies at her feet,
Upon a pedestal, wherein etched words are,
From Emma Lazurus’ sonnet, ‘The New Colossus’,
Which may rise again, only if we embrace them:
‘…Her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
‘Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!’ cries she
With silent lips. ‘Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!’
Only 151 feet tall, she will ever stand taller, or
Be turned to dust with us, all of humanity and
Large mammals, as well as the Earth, tragic
Members of extinctions annals, if we don’t stop
The permanent altering of weather cycles through
Overuse of fossil fuels, the degradation of the
Earth’s orbit around the Sun. We can walk in
Nature’s abundant balance again, humane beings.
Still, she gives hues to the vast canvas of what
The Big Apple, and its beautiful mosaics’ art, can be.
Thinkin’ Outside The Ass
We don’t need to do a 180,
Changing direction won’t do.
We can’t turn back time, for,
Climate change determines,
It’s way, way too late to.
We need to turn 360 degrees
Around, back to the evolution,
And the future, humanity
Will only have, if we do.
Artistry transcendent, betwixt
The sacred and profane,
We rain in the mundane.
Prismatic, strolling through
The looking glass, gesturing
With broad strokes, on that
Frameless frame, the world.
Never believe in yourself,
Know through experience.
Who needs to organize,
We aren’t files, unizing orgas
Is where it’s at. Experiencing
The full-circling of life,
As all issues are one, we are,
And aren’t ourselves,
Where we were and weren’t,
Doing what we were
And not doing it, at once,
Not just back to original self,
Rather, self inconceivable,
Selfless, and illimitable
In one’s potential, as well,
“…A flower is opening.”,
Basho. Yesterday’s colors
Only giving hue, to view anew.
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