First hero for your kids
Available active and passionate
Truly invested with a brave
Heart
Ego in check but healthy
Respect
Unlocking the vault
invested with pain
Its riches long stolen
all value is stained
Each bill tells a story
of wantonness greed
With truth sold for dollars
whose printing now bleeds
Locked up in a winter
of coldness and fear
A traitorous fortune
of all you hold dear
Its smell tells a story
the mold growing thick
Corruption inherent
the air makes you sick
Bereft you can’t spend
what you coveted so
Before the interment
when sinking so low
The cash becomes toxic
it falls from your hands
Its value infected
—insolvent and damned
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
...comes the force of awakening
like tenderness and fire
an intimacy that stands at the edge of new
time works differently
reshuffles life
in heart hammering excitement
invested with hope
to push aside the boundaries of impossible
two people shaped by each other's needs
drawn together in physical ease
when words shake down reserve
when touch morphs into love
sometimes tangled and knotty
like heartbreak in country music
if we just climb high enough
if we have the courage to carry on
if forgiveness transforms silence
disputes fall by the wayside
we change through loving eyes
vows that summon us forward
that never numb with age
Does the world know what it ought to cherish?
to woo a full humanity
to mend the battle scars of war
when we know a visionary change
that lives on
in the love we leave behind
Have you been inducted in the herd community and
received its graduate certificate yet?
I hear Nietzsche's Twilight of the Idols' rant on 'herding the herd community',
thinking, will we hear next the Covid-Uberman, i.e., the longing of new body invested with addictive anti-body, redeemed yet forever subverted, but showered with accolade? History's now split to before and after the pandemic, bifurcating the (decaying) body and the (deaf) soul.
Pessimism of intellect never rescued one from a disease, overwhelmed by
vaccine optimism -- a panacea or cure, or twilight of reason (i.e., Benjamin's apocalypse foretold)?
Nothing is everything when you put your mind to it, subliminally and refined.
Odds of survival is higher when you see a light at the end of tunnel, no matter
how dim or treacherous the path, or faulty optics, i.e., Hegel's chronicle of the absolute spirit that never dwells too long in limbo of alienation, enlightenment's last defense. Behold, the light of Zarathustra shall illuminate and the new herd community will turn sun-worshippers yearning for the paradise lost under the eagle wings of their shepherds wielding
a long stick.
Capitalists
believe in universal exemption
from Earth's resonant resilient wealth
of cooperatively-held holistic health.
Christians,
at our best,
believe in universal redemption
with EarthMother and LoveFathers'
cooperatively gracious compassion.
Buddhists,
at our most transcendent heights
and intimate depths,
believe in experiencing universal causation,
resonant correlations
of atoms and waves,
of staid matter and flamboyant energy
of space revolving place
and spiraling evolutions
causing effective sacred time:
Invested with transcendent
through intimate Earth,
natural vision
through spiritual listening,
polypathic thoughts
causing
and cooperatively caused by
polyphonic feelings.
There exists a generation of men,
Lavishly endowed with brainiacs,
Great souls already smitten and scourged,
but still invested with the dignity of immortality.
Nifty intellectuals from the Black race,
Arbiter of conducts with stabs at the back,
And gold medals on their chests,
Hearts from which fame sprang like sparks from an anvil.
They have influenced the world,
Yet, people are still wondering how they achieved that.
To the shallow minded men, it hits them like
A slow thought that crept like a cold worm through their brains.
I’m scribing about the free thinkers,
A name which sounds even now like the call of a trumpet,
A sodality devoid of fatal moral hollowness,
This might be deep almost as the mystery of life.
I’m one of them.
I know something about being a GLBT Ginger,
the undress and redress of our left leaning politics,
like sacred naked communion
for Therapeutic Warriors.
At my best,
when adolescence urged HisHer ugly ambiguous head
through pubescent tail,
I wondered if other fire redheads
and sun speckled skins
felt this co-passioned love,
desire beyond procreative need
to touch,
embrace,
to smell,
to taste,
but not to own.
How could I have known
difference between my Ginger sensuality
and gay male nervous sexuality
without more comparative communion?
Although,
in hindsight,
perhaps not quite so much commingling
of sacred elements
I invested with integrity
for sorting out these red
and blue-black,
purplish and heated
ultra-violet distinctions
of warm wet rainbow Gay ecopolitics,
with Ginger red-yin differences,
influences,
tinctures seductive and reductive,
distinctions inductive and deductive;
Integrity of wild red unrest.
Give me the hardy breed that thrives in the arid wild
The tougher kind that walks with a sure unfaltering stride,
The restless heart that without fear the mountains roams;
Not the sissy softer variety that favors the mushy loams.
I need those manly swines with sun-burned sinew
Not the convenience-seeking boys stained with dew,
I reward the uncertain gambling of the wandering type
Not the sure stocks invested with opportunistic hype.
I have been here for years but a generation comes and goes
And yet some think they can predict me with their fake laws,
I read the speculative greed of fellows from a safe mile away
For my expansive experience spans a million years and a day.
I pick a man of valor from the faking crowds,
In his quiet among the city’s clambering sounds;
None can ever cheat my heart-scanning eye that sees
Beyond the snow-capped peaks and the roaring seas.
And my ears are ever un-waxed to listen
To the crackling labors of any gifted pen
That scribbles this account of my fickle nature
So men may know the traits that give me pleasure.
Consider
the Chimpansee,
are we from them ? I
wonder, these,
This one is smart
and can use tools,
Our elder caveman,
murderers, rules,
The cannibals from
the trees?
They kill in battle
other Chimps,
And eat an enemy
dead an limp,
Jungle rules are
these,
Invested with spirit
man,
A lonesome spirit in
command,
The conscience part
2 understand?
A spirit & the gimp,
Who controls the
wimp,
Monkey power & a
wimpy spirit grand,
Power struggle by
passion damned,
Foul murder, angers
quilt,?
Psychiatrist may
wilt,
If its just a monkey
, grand!
Weak spirit, feet of
sand!
Don Johnson
Edgar Cayce said we
took over the bodies
of animals when when
we arrived here on
the planet in spirit
form...it was fun to
try out different
Animals and
birds...stay in the
body too long and
harden in and wait
for the Animal to
die...simply
Possession....
PEARL
Invested with iridescence
Calcium carbonate could impersonate
And subvert solemn daylight.
In the indifferent ocean
Oysters copulate with future
And grow gravid in nature.
Begetting a rare solidity
Befitting a miniscule masterpiece
Which is just happenstance
For a huge price, this prised-out gift.
Mar 19, 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Illegal business trafficling
boldly on the streets
in broad daylight
so everyone can see.
The addicts are searching
high,low and even on their elbows
wondering how they're going to get
their next "hit" of crack or blow.
While the hustlers are trying
to get rid of the "hot" merchandise
that they have stolen.
all have l can't help but to see
the "once" beautiful neighborhood
now invested with all types of rodens.
Why did we, the people,
let it get this way?
It's so dangerous that
it's unsafe even for the
children to play.
It used to be a community
with businesses/flowers in full bloom
but now you look around, you see
homes/buildings in an area invaded by gloom.
To make it better though
there's so much we all have got to do
because we all can agree that it's
a far cry from the neighborhood
that we once knew.