Best Democratic Poems
Twenty politicians standing on a wall
Oh what fun to see some fall,
Blabber, blabber, rue the day
They talk and talk but little say.
Yet they shout and argue too
About what I challenge you
To then repeat what they have said,
The mere thought just blows my head.
Each loves the sound of their own voice
And stand before us all by choice,
To have us judge who it shall be
With each one saying, me me me.
But like Pied Piper with his flute
The call to watch we can’t refute,
We sit and stare, comment and whine
As some just flounder past the line.
Yet for one the end is sweet
The entire cake they’ll get to eat,
Battered, bruised and mighty sore
Now almost at that White House door.
"I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out"
-Walt Whitman
I walk the land as I want,
the flutter of the dove shudders my
eyelids, dodging my step.
My soul, linking all souls, passes through
trees on my trail, bounding among planets
glimpsed between the apex of pine. I have
no fear of being beyond my body, nor
does the seed that falls from spent flower,
anguish beyond time. The unseen bloom,
millenial light-years away, shares
inherent liberty. Many will gather these
words and hold them to the highest light,
that of our Creator, whose compassion
trifles not with material gain, but with
justice and liberty for all living things,
(equal with respect to all previous
sufferings and triumphs centuries before)
So it is with high diligence I value the true
compass of man and woman, forever
linked with our inalienable rights, as
nature intends.
02/20/14
© All Rights Reserved
These crazies who run our economy
Deserve a medical lobotomy
They are all of their heads
Ignoring their country needs fed
They just play with our democratic autonomy
"I think of a place
Where our soul is pure!
I think of a place
Where no ones confused for what they do
Everyone's damn sure
I think of a place
Where people don't have problems
But if they do -they get it with cures
I think of a place
Where we rule the place
Without a tenure
We ourselves give us full assure-
For what we do what we see and what we hear
Is right and will be true!
No unnecessary payment no punishments no sue!
This a place which I think of.......
I have imagined
Now can you?"
When I was in school I took U.S History three time but it was three different,
Version,
I took Biology in seven grade and it was no difference from one high school,
I took six science and two college biology felt like pre med,
And in some case the student was smart then the teachers,
I took maybe five AP classes that I never got credit for at home bound,
And when I check some of the top university algebra 2 is the last math,
They was making us take Calculus,
Why was they over education us if university did not require it,
Later what I found out I was over prepare for college,
And I remember what a teacher said all of his sports med that he seen off,
Not One drop out,
But the question is why did my high school have one of the worst ranking,
Going back into it with college they said that the classes,
At community college,
Is much harder then University course just for once some one double check the,
Fact ,
All I am saying as student we should be able to challenge our education
System.
Where the arrow falls
A life is taken
Its flight was always destined to find
The rebel’s heart
The believers who shake this world
Extinguished by the powers of state
For the rule of law defines society
This history that made all men equal
That teaches our children democracy
This democracy that America holds dear
And England expects
Has been stolen, hocked to the highest bidder
Reformed homogenised and re-distributed
By the invisible hand of a powerful few
Your choices defined by control
Hidden in the refuse tip of mankind
Austerity and debt
Dumped by Druid bankers mesmerizing us
With chemical whispers that poison our dreams
Democracy has found a new owner
And we are its victim
A nation of employees procreating our lives in debt
Government no longer the servant
People in a cage, no escape
For we are the slaves
Destined to die in unmarked graves
Forgotten by the winds of time
This illusion that this, is the bed we choose,
But even this is rented
For all property returns to the soil
Waiting for the next solicitors pen
The money that you earned
Its value now raped
Slowly evaporating in the
Inflation of wet banker’s dreams
For your democracy was always a dream
And this nightmare is here to stay
Your heroes have all been seconded
To protect the carcass that these jackals share
And the rebels that are left
Will never fire a shot in anger again,
The slave has nothing to fight for
Because nothing will ever belong to you.
Except for a copy of their democracy
And another bill
For explaining, all this to you.
Democracy operates on the principle
That all power comes from people
Church power comes from Father Christ
Church has hierarchical structure
If I became a pronoia non-schizophrenic
I might begin channeling Jesus of Nazareth
but, instead, dealing with my real world dysfunctional family,
with messianically depressing delusions
refracting illusions of gift-it-forward co-redemptive grandeur
leading cooperative economic explorations
into remembering pronoia hopes
resilient win/win regenerativity
despite win/lose verbally abusive
and actively distrusting history
Struggling to pacify
remaining cognitive v affective dissonance
about bodhisattva empowering
and economically enlightening assignations,
therapeutic communication
respectful of our integrally democratic constitutions.
Organic frames of sympathetic reference
and nonviolently communing dialects
and double-binding co-empathic
depolarizing dipolar Yang/Yin permeable
AnthroMind/EarthBody boundaries
Sacred anthropocentric messiah
of universally lonely
monotheistic protagonist ideation
within organic EarthBody bodhisattvas
of unitarian belonging
polytheistic pronoia win/win experience
AnthroMessiah/EarthBodhisattva
co-empathic peak health/wealth resonant
extended family longing/belonging resilient
cobinary resonant AnthroFamily care-giving
longs to belong inside GaiaBody's forgiveness
for past SacredMe v OrganicWe antagonistic hubris.
Pausing too briefly for peaceful family rainbows
of divine co-elational bliss
predicting further appositionally sustainable
spiritually healthy longing
and physically wealthy belonging
wu wei Tipping Points in-between Yang struggling bodhisattva with
and not messianically against
Yintegrity's sacred/organic
extended family bicameral transformation.
Belonging within Earth's bodhisattva climate of wealth
longing to cooperatively embrace
AnthroMessiah's peaceful Gaia Hypothesis
therapeutically supporting
our extended organic family's pronoia vocation
While dealing with my real world dysfunctional family,
with messianically depressing delusions
refracting illusions of gift-it-forward co-redemptive grandeur
leading cooperative economic explorations
into remembering pronoia hopes
resilient win/win regenerativity
despite win/lose verbally abusive
and actively distrusting anthropocentric history.
Thee United States bedrock foundation
built upon premises sans,
Greco-Roman template,
whence freedoms as liberty,
life, and pursuit of happiness
revered as constituent concepts,
precepts, and tenets,
within which complex edifice
(unique to these United States),
which metaphorical palimpsest blueprint
analogously enshrine
(akin to interlocking mortise and tenon)
quintessential sacred scores
constituting, fortifying,
idealizing Magnum Opus
allowing, enabling and providing
nebulous yet magnetic gestalt
cuddled ,culled, and curried
from the crucible
whereat whirled wide web
witnessed Weltanschauung
woven weft and warp wrought,
awakening whispers down alley oop
see daisy budding attempts
at abstract applications
(while Atlas Shrugged)
eventually ancient begone civilizations
bequeathed domain fundamentals heralding
a brave new world
where enterprising anonymous minds
wrought principles preserved
jarring “invisible hand”
predominantly writing writs
rendering realistic aspirations
roiling with fits and starts
*****Sapiens ambitious modus operandi,
asper systematized (albeit)
unrecognizable crude
bare drafts, barley experimenting flavor
hop ping tum malt ensues
jamming, kickstarting, livingsocial
perfecting quintessential salient rubric
training cognizance with deliberation
fostering general heuristic trial and error
limning knowledge upon primate tree
rooted tracts venerating wide-eyed
yoking zealous basis daring fanciful flights
germinating human insight kraaling management
of fledgling political organization
pollinating fecund minds hankering
toward conceptualizing justice.
So, I’m the last survivor of a breed that ruled the world!
Brrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
I suppose we can’t complain though. Our innings was quite long.
Brrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
When I was just a nipper not long hatched from the egg,
Brrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold,
My dinosaurus granddad told us stories of an age,
When everything was beautiful and fair.
We had a democratic system,
We had judges stern but just.
No one knew what hunger was,
We just ate ferns and moss.
O happy salad days!
Brrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
I suppose we got too dozy in our leafy paradise
And didn’t see the rot was setting in.,
When a bad-egg dinosaurus by the name of Tyrannosaurus
Decided violent revolution was a more preferable solution
To the problems of the state than was steady evolution.
Brrrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
He taught that eating lettuce was a very foolish practice,
That eating meat was what we ought to do.
“In the case of scarcity, don’t think t a perversity
To eat a weaker brother. Let the weak go to the wall!
Brrrrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
The ensuing decimation with each succeeding generation
Of our species led in time to a general deterioration,
Then a cataclysmic annihilation until the time has come
That I’m the only one left to tell the tale.
Brrrrrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
Those frisky little suckers that constantly make fun of us
Doubtless think they’ll have it all their way – and so they may!
The sun denies to none of heydays at least one.
But after that? Brrrrrrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold!
I was listening to NPR yesterday
on my way to small green group ministries,
when I heard post-millennial Republicans
favor apartheid
while the contemporary urban-green Democrat
favors laziness.
I don't know if this includes intellectual laziness,
lack of rigor,
and laziness about ecotherapeutic health,
but in either case,
this conflicts with my own experience
regarding Democrats and lack of healthy motivation
but also of Republicans I actually know,
except perhaps my brother
and a Trump worshiping neighbor,
regarding apartheid as a fundamental religious constitutional right
to Christian evangelical colonizing supremacy
over all 3/5th human natured former slaves
and other less fortunate dispirited criminals
and unnatural cravings.
If Democrats are guilty of lazy love for restoring Earth's
healthy nature/spirit subclimates,
both yin-side
and yang-outdoor voiced,
then what do we call Republican guilt
irresponsibility
lack of moral authority
to stop blowing each other
and trees
and Earth-habitat up
and out of nature/spirit double-bounds,
both secular non-elitist systems
and sacred ZeroZone souls
of divine Matriarchal Grace.
When I arrived
to listen
and share non-violent peaceful space
with my small green group alliance,
we sang and danced and spoke of connections
through active listening
rather than lazy lack of sufficient compassion
with suffering
and wealth of correlational enchantment,
courageous coherence,
curious intuited collusions,
collateral thinking/feeling for healthy future prospects.
Then we each went home
in our own four directions
until we close our loops together
again next New Moon morning.
The tomb is democratic,
humility in plenty it has,
hospitality is assured.
All types of people enter
and dwell with no visas,
no deportation is done
no tribalism in service
the noble last kingdom
It is best refugee camp,
best tourist destination,
the best for investment,
where taxes are not paid
corruption is unknown,
hurricanes cannot reach.
It’s a democracy built on
mutual trust of those
who were both teachable
and ineducable.
"SUPREME MOST GOD IS THE SUPREME KING OF ALL"
HE blessed me a tiny kingdom
with a tiny soul in my democratic body
My Soul's the king of that
limbs are the people having different status
bear their own individual level of powers
Consciousness of the king
rules the bodily nation through the mind
deemed as prime minister
Where I am? Is it not my citizenship?
I must overcome the democracy of my own kingdom
to win myself first absolutely
ALMIGHTY GOD IS EVERY WHERE......
I need to break out, I need to break through,
It’s all about me and squat about you.
Lord let me shine, put me to test
Show them my mettle, my very true best.
I’m in this to win, don’t stand in my way,
I’ve always been great to make voter’s sway,
I’ll do and I’ll say whatever I need,
My ultimate goal, they follow my creed.
These joker’s assembled, the best of the bunch
Little they know I’ll eat them for lunch,
And then when its done, let’s throw them a bone,
Make someone my Vice, a worthless sweet home.
You’ve got to get tough when Trump’s the end goal,
A perilous journey towards a wild shoal,
But history knows but one winning hand,
So here’s where I make my desperate last stand.
Most competitive amusing employment
in transacting tired
old school entertainments
support economic
and political services
to and from
highest corporate
commercial out-bidders.
Most cooperative musing
wraps in sacred
musical new year vocations
for engaging transpositions
empowering
enlightening
bicameral humane/divine
deepest systemic
and widest compassionate
co-listeners.