On synthetic derelict stage of deception domain,
I gyrate the split mind, ensnared by bipolarity chain.
Under illusive limelight of ostentatious time,
I’m entangled in machinated invasive paradox prime.
In make-belief life’s drama I act with no compunction,
I face fabricated faces flocking redundant in conjunction.
Identity lost in conglomerate of counterfeit facades,
I don’t perform by heart's prudent prompt if it pervades.
In masquerading faces reflected in warped mirror,
I see concealed the contorted contours of rancid rancor.
With their phony pretense a conciliation role I tactfully play,
my misshapen face of spite, the actor in me doesn't portray.
Finding a fake place to subsist in pretend archival spaces,
I’m a configured antique in the museum of masked faces.
Thinking with clarity
not with austerity
or vulgarity
a propensity
for hilarity
and
bipolarity
She sat there thinking
in which direction
her life was heading
not dreading
the subheadings
and the
over-spreading
of load shedding
WORDS
Sunflowers, Van Gogh grows, on his canvas —
proud sunny Hostess Sno Balls;
half harried in unrest.
5/5/2021
A sustained mystery for more long-term resilient cohabitation
is how to exchange high tolerance for ambiguity,
with, and not for, active curiosity about ambidexterity,
vulnerable dipolarity both/anding transparent bipolarity,
merging win/lose stuckness
in our emerging collective illusion
of ego-identity's fundamental
sacred
monocultural autonomy
Autonomy of identity
as if both necessary and sufficient
before humane/divine multicultural interdependence
could grow more robustly possible,
Rather than this Other historical way around
healthy yinterdependent yindivid-yangation
prior to egalitarian sacred identity
actually co-passioning
healthy dualistic potentiality,
While still in EarthMother's
ego/ecofeminist sanctuary
of integrity,
secular/sacred co-passioning Womb.
A more sustained mystery of more long-term resilient cohabitation
is exchanging high tolerance for ambiguity,
with, and not for, active curiosity about co-acclimating
trans-regenerations of nurturing timelessness.
A healthy distance for tolerating LeftBrain dominance
is to recognize our global incarnation
into RightWing intolerant prominence
as dogma of a strictly white hetero-male privileged unkind.
A distance between silent impatience
and loud dissent
is the distance between nonverbal nonviolence
and irritatingly verbal communication.
A tolerable distinction between quieter dissonance
and boisterous intolerance
is a distance between non-violent
and full LeftBrain dominantly overtaking
and/or sado-masochistic bipolarity
and/or socio-pathology
and/or undemocratic kleptocratic
Win/Lose capitalistic intention
in a LeftBrain alpha dog eats and beats
RightBrain beta feminist...dog world
on any over-heated...itchy day
he chooses inhumanely sick
ZeroSum one-sided pleasure.
So sorry.
This started out as a quietly sedate communication
and ended in a most unfortunately aggressive
sound of furious way.
INGRATITUDE WALTZ
How could you give me such extreme distress
While my care for you has always been so strong
Did I not show where you were going wrong?
When you spent such toil on your pathetic writing
I enlightened you how you were wasting time
Put you straight and got you back again in line
The expression of ideas you took delight in
But you wilfully rejected all of mine
Your rebelliousness it really was a crime
Don’t you know that you need me to make your judgement
For yours is only giving me vexation
Can’t be trusted to make self determination
You would still be in religious cult induction
If I hadn't made a plan for your salvation
For your own sake had to use incarceration
With your protests diagnosed as bipolarity
Shrinks insisted drugs and ECT were kind
Would bring you to more compliant frame of mind
And yet you now show such a lack of gratitude
All my caring seems to be misunderstood
Yet I've always done what's purely for your good
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Everyone, a bit bipolar be;
It is the nature of our planet.
If you do not with this fact agree,
Just go upon the Web and scan it.
The strange duality of humans –
As all the shrink-ologists well know –
Can make of us a bunch of Truman’s –
Each our own comedy-drama show.
If it sometimes seems a bit too cray,
Worry not – thank the stars above you.
Never feel that you have lost your way;
Friends, family, dog, will always love you.
A difference between co-dependent feel-good rallies
and interdependent revolutions
is also the difference
between Negative LoseLose bipolarity
and Positive WinWin Energy,
dipolar co-arising.
CoDependency is a double-binding
tolerance of addictive mendacity
sharing common grounds of fear and anger and, eventually, hate
with corresponding lack of freedom's non-violent gratitude
further imprisoning future LoseLose lack of love relationship,
co-listening
co-empathy
eco-listening
golden rule hearing
golden invitation speaking
WinWin fullness of integrity,
multicultural interdependency,
our own secular and sacred Original Intent
as we each continue to emerge
from healthy-wealth
of matriarchal co-operative incubating wombs
mentoring interdependent democratic maturity.
A codependent rally
is not the advertised interdependent revolution.
INGRATITUDE
How could you give me such extreme distress
While my care for you has always been so strong
When you erred in thinking you were a success
Did I not show you, where you were going wrong
When you spent such toil on your pathetic writing
I revealed how you were wasting all your time
I put you right and helped you with my chiding
To get you straight and back again in line
The expression of ideas you took delight in
And wilfully disputed truth in mine
Why couldn't you conform and stop the fighting
Your rebelliousness it really was a crime
You would still be in religious cult induction
If I hadn't made a plan for your salvation
Though you fought and screamed that it was an abduction
For your sake we had to use incarceration
With your protests diagnosed as bipolarity
A psychiatrist said psych-medicine would be kind
Then a good dose of electroconvulsive therapy
Brought you to a more amenable frame of mind
And yet you now show such a lack of gratitude
All my caring seems to be misunderstood
And I find it hard to understand your attitude
Since I've always done what's purely for your good
You don't catch someone's love,
and then asphyxiate it
No, you let it go free
You don't smother another's love for you,
with pillows of bipolarity:
Obsession and neglect
No, show some respect,
and release their love
Your tightened grip around their heart,
unclench it
Let your hand be loosened, fingers spread openly
Let the dove that cry for you again fly free
Catch and release,
a way of life for any tender-hearted soul
Pure empathy
When you have affections for someone,
and another person has like affections for you ---
don't be cruel,
don't be coy
don't hurt their feelings
Their love for you don't destroy
You've caught someone's heart,
but you're in love with someone else
Release their heart,
let it swim free,
to go search for another,
hopefully as loving as thee
So you think you have me already
Quiet and steady under your thumb ?
You think you're holding me,
Controlling me,
With a bipolarity that blinds the enemy;
One day I'm stupid and invisible,
Your favorite and most vulnerable target
On which you test all of your powers
Making me feel just as weak;
You win.
And the next day,
Undressed of all your guards and ghosts,
Tenderness is all you hold
And night to dawn you'll stay for hours,
Talk what's ours, and ask me to elope.
Tell me, did you lose?
See I have given up those silly games
We have been playing on forever,
As soon as I stopped and realized
The little time we have left together.
But as you carry on, I wonder
Can I stand this any longer? No.
I surrender:
You're the smallest of my problems,
Yet the one I think of most,
But if you're too pleased to sort it out
Then just please leave me alone.
And now I'll leave the hardest words
Ones that I will never tell you,
Ones we'll always run away from:
I think I love you.
This heart broken and shattered
With palpitations at bay.
Shan't ride the storm before the morn
For I can't stand the pain.
This nausea, this sickness, the pitiless aches
My lingering illness.
Torments my mind and maddens my brain
She's gone, my love is gone.
To climb and explore,
The high and large elevations, her Everest.
To fly above each somber cloud, the patches hued with gray.
Who will save ye now ?
When left battered and bruised from falling
While lost within your endless bipolarity.
What angel will swoop down from blue skies
And save thee from those rippling tides?
Allow me,
To offer you my broken heart,
And save you the effort of breaking many more.
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