Said the caste abolitionist
to the privileged preservationist
What Earth needs outside
we both feel inside
What people want inside
fills and spills outside
Following polycultural
polypathic
polyamorous
polytheistic Golden Rules
Ways
Means
Golden Ratios.
Caste abolition,
like anthropocentric constraint,
and unlike narcissistic complaint,
engages transformative potential
to recreate an organic civilization
in which every sacred body
has what is needed
and every polyamorous mind
has what is wanted.
Every neurological system
well-trained
and peace-making empowered
to recognize
and responsibly self-correct
any dissociative dissonant differences
between body nurturing needs
for kind touch
and mind-care wants
for compassionate communication
Spoken
and unspoken,
saged
and mused,
crowned
and rooted,
mountained
and valleyed
FatherSunned
and EarthMothered,
LeftBrained
and RightBodied,
enlightened
and empowering,
polished Win+Win
and abolished Win v Lose.
A dystopian myopian premonition
Frank about West Bank expedition
No regret get set for latest edition
Illegal war don’t need permission
Saw UN and NATO's clear omission
Unjust blood lust their admission
No contrition.. Middle East perdition
Still pretending it’s all about religion
Invades like the crusades.. demolition
This is not just some war of attrition
Toast Gaza a ghost most recent audition
Genocide boast with pride the ambition
Poor on wrong side fried an apparition
Yanks kowtowed allowed the decision
Rendition masquerading as suspicion
With the rifle will still stifle our derision
Acquisition the tradition of the mission
Sewn by their own homegrown volition
Netanyahu condition continue sedition
Submission then all neighbours abolition
The exclusively logical conclusion
of monotheistic-nationalistic strategizing,
rooted in anthropocentric caste-preservation,
is Winner or Loser fascism
AND
The inclusively ecological commencement
of polytheistic-international integrity,
flowering as Gaia Hypothesis caste-abolition,
is Winner and Winner panentheism.
Just as no one could sanely become
a fascistic panentheist,
we already have far too insanely many
monotheistic fascists.
The Spiritual/Material Nexus is Biology and its material antithetical responses to "The Laws of Nature".
That process is fundamentally "Cooperative"; a symbiosis based on "Trust".
The successful Social Organism, "Civilization", operates the same way.
President Trump never speaks "The Truth".
A "Faithless" Government is a failure calling for immediate remediation or abolition to safeguard our Individual values.
.
No longer a teacher
a programmer ...
your gift to persuade
is gone
Referring to students
as charges and dolts
your power to control
is strong
To dictate
humanity
you must give up your own
controlled to then control
Blind to the moment
deaf to the past
defaming your nature
— killing your soul
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
Once upon a time; hard to tell which piece.
Somewhere between reality and myth,
lies forge an identity lost on peace.
Keen bellows; hammer strikes unveil the Smith.
Akin; that prince slyly seeking the throne.
"Thus always to tyrants!" He blames the slain.
Raising cain, killing able; little's known
of overlords. Let complacency reign.
Let promised comfort lower the voices.
Rejecting the past; lesson in meaning.
Diluting verbiage; Alter choices.
Destined for slaughter; signal the weaning.
Take notice; an abolition’s at hand!
The abolition of Man; Master’s planned!
We should kiss or else I will light the whole world on fire
You said with a heart not only I could admire
Why should I limit myself to two options
When I could have both and rid this world of unholy concoctions
Why don’t we kill two birds with one stone
Use the fire to create a path to your throne
Look down upon the ashes of competition
The hierarchy you made, victim to abolition
what do you see in my eyes?
Do you see right through them, a heard of disdain
Or do I cover them well, reflection masking the pain
The day is better ending with you
You shown up late to our rendezvous
Should’ve known better to show up late
February 14th would be our final date
There was no masquerade to our choreography
you’ll be the first I reference in my bibliography
Dance around the fire exchanging visceral looks
Let my fingers trace your body and rediscover some nooks
You breached the walls of comfort,
almost an emboli
Never imagined I’d get this lowly
I salute you Gandhi, Mahatma!
On your birthday, your authentic dogma:
Truthfulness, tolerance and ahimsa,
Principles that changed the nation's Naksha...!
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You moved, like Indian saints, half-naked,
Though, to serve you, each Indian soul ached;
Against immoral like mountain you stood,
Any well or ill - your ways understood...!
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Of your going cloth-less, myths many said,
Clothlessness of Indian poor, you led;
Till all have clothes to wear, I'll go cloth-less -
This principle kept you; you're not hopeless...!
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A boy, story says, told you so fondly:
I'll ask dad to stitch clothes for you; gently;
Tell him to stitch cloth for all like me, lo!
You seemed to have said, hence, I love you, so...!
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You, a wizard, understood the nation.
You knew forms and shapes of God's creation;
God's in us, we're in God, why division?
Division of love needs abolition...!
02 October 2022
Melanin lamentation
It appears to be the color of dread
Locked in
is a private penal profiteering feeling
Black site
has a plantation clandestine skin
Making abolition voices
invisible again
Usury jaws open like an abyss trapdoor,
predatory lending
got a bulging debtor belly once more
As the black robes
rattle strike
a corporate cobra plea deal —
Let the food chain shakedown siren lure
Leopard spot plastic bags
over the head
Casting poverty pawns
into the a domino pit repo hole
Obsidian wiles got a blue steal bracelet price tag;
dark bags under the eyes, dreams dead
Pale thoughts ... Pliny sleepless nights, no dawn:
Implantation device now in control
Overseer bound destination,
underneath the roulette task terrible Gulag will
Siberian tigers have a paper appetite,
turning into eclipse panthers when Dear occupant can’t pay the bill
01-14-22
Scott Morrision says the USA had slaves, Australia did not
The Aborigines may disagree, and women in the church, along with boys
WE heard the scandal (Maybe sex slavery is really FREE!)
Now, I know something else, those Queensland sugar plantations
Deep in what HUGH TINKER (no Indian) called "New Slavery" since 1838!
Once Britain showed great heart to abolish slavery, keep plantations
To be worked by the "surplus" in India! It made Mahtama Gandhi mad
That great nations use one race against another - always - divide & rule
"To make the abolition and emancipation of slaves real" with new slaves
Using words creativity (not more democracy), Creative TREACHERY:
Hugh Tinker's book by this name called indented labor, "New System of Slavery"
NOTE: I had a strange deal at Flinders University to teach this subject: Indentured Labor and British Plantations, but i took too long at Johns Hopkins University getting my PhD for Dr. Ralph Shlomowitz. In part, due to racism I suffered there at the hands of a famous Philip Curtin. I won, thanX Jesus!
Her hands hovered over the pistols on her hips
The Apocalypse
Grantor of one-way trips
Bestower of the scarlet mist
Salvation Is, Salvation does
She is Why, How, and Just because
She is Attrition, She is Abolition
A chick on a mission
A ticket to perdition
She is death in remission
Her hands settled on the grips
Which glowed bright red
Pulsating in rhythm with her breath
Remember this she said
Life is a privilege
You earn the right to exist
Juneteenth
June...back in nineteen-fifty eight, just sixty years ago,
Unknown to me, nine hundred miles away in the mid-South,
Never did I think of anything that would foreshadow...
Equal rights for me...denied to people of black color.
The waiting rooms and restrooms, solely marked as black or white:
Extremes prevailed with front and back seats taken on a bus;
Enjoying drinks from water fountains...marked, which one was right.
Nothing at home prepared me for those bigotries and 'hates'
That shocked me then, just newly married, moving with my spouse.
How could this be...in this, our land of free...United States?
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Juneteenth
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Judged: 07/15/2018
Juneteenth, also known as Juneteenth Independence Day or Freedom Day, is an American holiday that commemorates the June 19, 1865, announcement of the abolition of slavery in the U.S. state of Texas, and more generally the emancipation of enslaved African-Americans throughout the former Confederacy of the southern United States. Ref. Wikipedia
June 19, 1865, slavery in the Confederacy ended,
until then, all African Americans where slaves.
Now that the civil war was lost, blacks gained their freedom,
emancipation had become the law of the land.
Texas for the first time, accepted abolition
effectively freeing millions of slaves from bondage.
Ever since, their descendants celebrate their freedom
no longer could they be bought and sold as property.
The U.S. chose a different path to greatness, and
history commemorates each step of that journey.
(Acrostic)
June 17, 2018
Juneteenth Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh
From Rob Brezsny, except my own bracketed commentary, Pronoia, p. 274:
I say that the Creator includes death as an essential part of evolution's master plan.
Lifetime after lifetime,
our immortal[ly shared DNA/RNA solidarity] souls take on a series of temporary forms
as we help unfold,
in our own small ways,
the inconceivably complex plot
of the divine [regenerating positively deviant v. negatively deviant] drama.
Each time we die,
it's hard and sad to our time-bound [tragically doomed reductive] egos.
But from the perspective of the part of us that has always been
and will always be [We],
it's simply part of the epic adventure
[divine pronoia comedy].
The abolition of [either self or other-selves] suffering
is a worthy goal [of positive bothMe-andWe deviance].
Don't label me when you know not who I am
You think you know it all, in just one glance
The first to say don't judge a book by it's cover
Yet first to assume simply based on color
You see the naps in my hair and you don't understand
My darker skin, no it is not a tan
I was born this way, and I know you're jealous
Your nose jobs, fake tans, make-up, trying to embellish
The natural beauty that I have, you may never posses
Yet you try and put us down as if we are something less.
News flash, update, let me tell you something
Stop calling me African American, trying to separate me from you
I've never been to Africa, I'm simply American, proud and true
Born and raised in these great United States
That all of our ancestors helped build, so stop with the hate.
Gone but never forgotten is the history of OUR country
From the revolution, the abolition, to attacks on our homeland security.
The history is mine just as much as it is yours,
Why do we separate it, under play it, when there is so much more
Wake up America, we are a melting pot
You can try with all your might, but the mixing is never going to stop.
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