Best Attachments Poems
I'm an African, with an American attached to my name,
a lot of cultured people like wearing nationalistic, hyphenated accessory
My people arrived on a no-class ship when they came,
ashes and sackcloth are a part of every country's wardrobe history
A lot of cultured people like wearing nationalistic, hyphenated accessory,
it feels good to be dressed in the colors of a pretty flag
Ashes and sackcloth are a part of every country's wardrobe history;
blood, sweat and tears can't be packaged and put in a bag
It feels good to be dressed in the colors of a pretty flag,
just don't make waves if you see some spots on the cloth
Blood, sweat and tears can't be packaged and put in a bag
sad to see all that labor get eaten up by profit hungry moth
Just don't make waves if you see some spots on the cloth,
as long as your conscience is clean, everything is alright
Sad to see all that labor get eaten up by profit hungry moth
minimum rage living is the upper-class' dignified plight
As long as your conscience is clean, everything is alright
My people arrived on a no-class ship when they came
Minimum rage living is the upper-class' dignified plight ---
I'm an African, with an American attached to my name
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Attached by small stem
Sustainability...free
Floating on wind land
There are times that it happens, it's hard to let go,
If it does, don't blame others, but look deep inside,
But don't put yourself down, for most guilt is a show,
It's quite probable you're only caught up in pride!
Where's the value in tilting at windmills my friend,
Aren't our internal demons the ones to slay first?
Are attempts to save others a means to an end?
Do we work to earn God's love (so we are not cursed)?
Isn't 'lost cause' avoidance one place you should look?
Sad if joy's linked to other's response, that's untoward!
If your life at times clogs up, no heart to "make book?"
Doesn't faith in yourself pay a better reward?
To invest in your 'heart's' way to maximize gain,
Even better these plans you control, win or lose,
You can shut down adventures that cause to much pain,
And the best part is others are seeing you choose!
But there are some key issues I'd urge you to check,
Fine to care, but mistake to let other folks weigh on your heart,
For each person has duties! It's, “All hands on deck!"
Put your back into role assigned, flesh out your part!
You may shout, "Change the world!" That's a good way to die,
The sane man works on self! Let life's fools face their choice.
It's their best way to learn, though of course, some won't try,
Just be sure job gets done! Make success your clear voice!
Brian Johnston
22nd of September 2018
Wisdom of ancient Eastern teachers
and Western mystics
ubiquitously observes
We both are and do our healthy best
while actively reducing attachments
to illusory fearful Futures
of Loser death and dying,
And grow detachment from suffering
of angry Loser pasts.
Which, to this Taoist,
sounds like a long negative Yangish repressive way
Of yin-inviting robust HereNow commitment
passion
love
integrity
to and in and of and for
Earth's DNA positive-regenerative
healthiest possible resilience
Despite ego-depression
ecotherapeutic suppression
EarthTribe repressions
patriarchal conquering oppression
Grace invites resonant commitment,
cooperative ownership
of interdependent intuitive synergy revolutions,
HereNow
NatureSpirit
synaptic memory revelations,
SecularLeft with SacredRight Voiced elevations.
We are and do our healthy best
actively feeding and watering commitments
to spacetime cooperative CoPresence
of Win-nature/spirit-Winner life persistence
through timeless
yet passionate
Earth-desired attachment.
I wonder if
what Buddhist classic meditation teachings
refer to as "attachments"
and "aversions,"
a Western medical doctor
might label with different words,
such as addiction
and dissociative diversions.
In both frames
negative illusions may be recognized
and appreciated
as deep opportunities to learn;
Negative delusions are not accurately cognized
and are depreciated
as too risky
not to repress
and hide
from any therapeutic
transporting
transparent (not self-shaming)
and vulnerable (not self-blaming)
communication
with our contemplative EgoTherapist within
and our medical-model EcoTherapists without.
Positive illusions,
attachments and/or addictions,
may be accurately cognized
as sensory attractions,
Whether smells and/or tastes,
touch and/or feelings,
sight and/or sound,
eco-reception and/or mind/body communication,
exterior and/or interior,
May have potential
to therapeutically transport
away from addiction
and toward less ego-obsessive attraction,
and away from self-serving,
potentially predative, attractions
to positive sensory pleasure,
cooperatively intended
hoped
faithed
loved,
eco-politically
and personally
and bilaterally
and bicamerally healthy wealth
of becoming completely satisfied
sufficient
simple
centered in HereLeftYangSpace/NowRightYinternalTime
and in past sensory satisfying memories
and in future images
imagination of pleasures
climatically encompassing
all of the above.
Addiction to cooperative multicultural
multigenerational
regenerational
and bicameral
bilateral peak sensory experiences
could be a healthier opportunity
than addictions to competitive ego-monoculturing
and mono-atheistic
and autonomous predator/prey
sensory risk ambivalence
Where things don't necessarily smell
or taste inviting,
don't necessarily feel grateful to touch
or feel inside my mindbody,
don't necessarily transcendently transport
when compromised win/lose beauty seen
and ambiguously uninviting truth heard,
falling short of healthy co-addiction
to Earth's vast multicolored wealth
of sensory ultra-nonviolent
compassionate
EarthTribe Yintegrity.
Taking a head stand in a stand-off position
coarse necklace of boulders draped around her neck
Well balanced through bronze ankle shackles
from a heavy weight anchor ground into ground
Rosary too endless for desperate prayers to settle
suspended from lonely helpless unlimited chains
Nails oozing blood with razor-sharp thorns
inscribed into what was a fine cutting mind
Wreaths laid to rest crowned in salvation
confining time and space of remote aspirations
Bracelets jingles and bangles from unburdened prime
underpinned by primal desire and from Munch’s scream
Dangling ropes braided from heart sunken feelings
a traveller’s skilful reminder of knots holding firm
Life is a wheel and a circle and impermanent loop
and a coffin draped in flowers with nobody at home
02nd May 2019
Marionettes dance
Strings command prefomances
At their masters whims
By Robb A. Kopp
There is only attachments
The hunger of the soul for soul
I do not see love
The candle extinguishing itself
To light the world
I see my children grown away from me
Fondled with maternal lies
The bonds broken in pieces
Like a china on the floor
And my chest still heaving
Where they were lain
Cradled in the pulse of my breathing
All through the ritual
Of bottled caressed lips
It was I who changed the diapers that drips
And from blocked nostril sipped
The secretion hard as dried meat
Choking off air
Mother was too squeamish, too innocent
About life and death to see the dwindling breath
And too unfair to tell
How all my money went to her pet desires
Or what relentless hostility
Pulled her from the home
And how after her long time gone
I just packed up and moved on
As for the rope would let me go
The attachment tugging at my heart
For where I thought I left love
I only came back again and again
To find it empty
And the new attachment buillt on words
That was like a barbed fence
On which I kept scratching my face
Only silence was left
That I could communicate with after that.