Forget history
And don't repeat it.
The time is now for herstory.
Return to the Mother God.
Embrace Her. Love Her.
For She is the Earth
And water is Her blood.
The atmosphere, Her lungs.
We stand and talk
And walk upon Her skin.
We are all Her kin.
There's no need for a bible
For life is Her book.
We are Her pages.
And perhaps if we listen
(To our moms)
We will evolve and speak
Goddess
And not some God damn
Male dominated slippery tongue.
She empowers us with family
Friendship and encourages free thought.
She is never boring even though
She's the one who stays home
Nurturing us, raising us
While He's out there taking all the credit
For this magnificent universe.
With man at the reigns
Mankind is surely doomed.
It is about time for herstory
Or else ...
Every male from this day forth shall be born gay.
And a famous female scientist
Will discover a way for women to have only daughters
Without the help of men.
Only then will Womankind be freed
From the crucifixion of testosterone driven monkeys.
Reciting, of the alphabet, not a waste.
I may get an A plus for trying.
I whistled for it, foraging
through its branches. Collaborating
with the Alpha and Omega, searching
for gold - that Atlantis-noun.
Lilac-gold or lavender gold…
“Forget about it,” railed the brain.
“…w, x, y, z,” I sighed.
Up…up…the driveway, uttering
with hysteria, viscera unclenched;
mysterious and victorious release.
“Speak up,” says the brain.
I release my whisper
into the wind, out the window,
“Wisteria…Wisteria…”
My eyes enjoy the vista,
the Spring feast.
I asked God (That who abides within the within of me -
'me' being only this transient construct of ego/self}
I asked about an upcoming colonoscopy outcome.
I have had colon cancer, so naturally was feeling
a bit leery of the looming procedure.
God said -
“Forget about it.”
Then I got to fretting about other stuff.
I asked why there was so much suffering in the world?
He replied - “Forget about it!”
I could not let the worry go, so I asked,
will mankind destroy itself soon or eventually?
He simply said -“Forget about it.”
I kept on fretting and asked if all living things have a soul?
Again he just exclaimed – “Forget about it.”
I pondered why He spoke to me
in a New York Italian accent,
but some things are just too imponderable.
So I gave up on trying to rule the world.
'but we can't just ignore it'
yesee...it's like this...that's what you do when it's gone
'you mean just forget it'
not a problem...think of it as unimportant
'and how do i determine that'
what is your lifetime goal
'my bucket list'
no...what do you desire most by life's end
'an island of dreams to die by'
the world is a laboratory and your toys scientific instruments...research life
..................................
'thank you dear friend my memory and logic are now instruments and lab'
stan sand
What's done is done
What's happened has happened
In the past
Things going so fast
Pain and sorrow
Thinking you won't live tomorrow
Getting angry, going off
Wanting to use that sawed off
But not on the people
On the sequel
Family coming and going
Family not even showing
Wishing you could get out
Show people that you aren't the one that has to pout
Staff and counslers know your good
but still, you arenot understood
One day a women walks in your life
You are thinking another person
Just trying to get on with her life
She questions you
and says she has a clue
Everything the same
But something change since that women came
When I am in trouble
She comes ans we work out my stumble
My life comes together
Hoping it lasts forever
Just got to think...
What's done is done
What's happened has happened
forget about it
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