I hear the drone of a distant TV
it is coming from my husband’s dungeon office
he watches nine sets simultaneously
but only listens to one
I am not ready for my recliner yet
will be in a few minutes
after I have fixed my cinnamon sugar coffee
three sugars, cocoa mix and whole milk
we will have competing TVs going
as I do word searches and draw cartoons
he falls asleep in front of his nine sets
an ideal life for two retired people
I
Walk in others' shoes, fear of God/Universe: peace
Competing spirits move about
seeking a patron, loyal scout,
trailing branches down wooded road
with blessed prod or cursed goad.
Tempting teens on a risky route
competing spirits move about.
Looking, lead in a lustful way
mean spirits look for waves to sway.
Guarding with a license divine
safe spirits shield a tender vine.
Competingspirits move about
guiding, girding the naïve sprout.
Until the forests all close down
two warring natures will abound.
Sheer zeal keeps each from bowing out,
competing spirits move about.
January 22, 2020
What is the best available treatment
for cancerous climates of anxiety?
Well,
imagine you were born in a USA
time and place
when we knew only one retributive model of justice,
both internal theological punishment for being merely mortal
and external anti-ecological.
Now imagine you live in a Win/Win
time and place
wherein Restorative Justice Peace Warriors
are also PermaCulturing Designers
of natural landscapes,
internal and external,
and spiritual-experiential-sensory climates,
internal and external,
nondually co-arising.
Best still-available long-term therapies
for growing Wonder and Awe
and Grace and Good Karma Climates,
long-term restorative health co-designers,
for democratic regenerative polyculturing outcome optimization
WinWin planning and strategics and praxis,
and not so much merely against
Republican DeGenerative MonoCultural Income Hoarding for Plutocrats,
dissonance,
disarray,
dismay,
decaying Win/Lose
toward Lose/Lose (0)Soul Trends,
4D RealTime double-binding nihilistic
denialism of Win/Win ego/ecotherapeutic
sacred/secular co-equivalence,
cosmic cosmological co-incidence.
It’s nice to win a contest.
I know I, for one, have tried;
But I read about one recently
In which the winner died.
Some folks think if something’s risky
That the glory’s more intense,
Which is why they may take chances
When a contest makes no sense…
Like the one on Broward County:
Eating roaches was its goal;
And the winner, thirty-two years old,
Thought he was on a roll.
He defeated all contenders
But he got no prize; instead
He collapsed and just like what he ate,
He ended up quite dead.
There’s a moral to this story:
Watch out for the things you eat
And determine if it’s worth it
When deciding to compete.
I know you can't see me
And my appearance you barely see.
Striving for your attention, is like being lost at sea.
You can't find me on the map or you compass.
Because being with you, I know its justs being traceless.
You know I always care about you and wonder when your sad.
So what not give the feeling back, so that so bad?