RAIN
When it simply rains,
there is a feeling of spiritual and pictorial peace
IF it calmly refreshes and washes the roof of life...
But when it rains excessively,
it causes a feeling of fear
when the human being irresponsibly
does not care for or monitor
the designs and destinies
of what he should be fully caring for...!
Guilty
You Make It Seem
So Irresponsible
Everything We Do,
Like A Future
Foretold That We
Were Warned Would
Happen, No Matter
What Wrong Choices
We Made...
Or Didn't. We
Irresponsibly Die.
How Cruel.
Bye-Bye.
-Gray Squirrel
12-02-2024
What a cop out, for one
who always sleeps on their right side
To admit to ignoring the context,
the background and milieu,
which colors your decisions and choices,
and side you lean towards.
There is nothing implicit in bias ingrained,
and the norms and context,
in which you were born, learned and grew up,
that allow you to claim you're
asleep at the wheel, dozing lazily in blissful ignorance.
How can that possibly excuse you
from not learning about the other side,
not discovering how others may see, feel and think,
given their different background and pathway through life.
To claim you're unconscious when you decide, and bleat forth
is a conflict of interest,
with implicit, explicit, disinterest on show,
for all to see.
It's a cop out,
an excuse to be biased
irresponsibly.
Wake Up!
If rain were a creature of shapeless form
The taxman would tax some of the jets
That he would regard as beyond the norm
But the tax receipt the rain doesn’t get
It’s a conflict of law and water tycoon
Who irresponsibly floods the land
This affects the climate on Earth and soon
There’ll be more sea and less of sand
By hearing this issues, the rain goes “ What?”
“Who do they think they are, judging me?
I’m closing my tabs, so you fools will get hot
Till you kneel and pray for my new jets to see.“
His life felt sick.
Filled with ick
And she was sighing,
inside dying.
Yet, when asked,
her response
entirely unresponsive,
"I'm fine."
puts her compassionate listener
in a double-bind.
Do I ask her if she is intentionally lying
or irresponsibly
out of her self-isolating mind?
Neither one
feels more kind
and patient,
still, uncommunicating
and yet curious.
Could it be
she is embarrassed
about being merely mortal?
A caregiver
without sufficient tools
or even weapons
to assure EarthTribe's
resonantly healthy non-confrontations
with degenerative trends
sometimes overwhelming
normal regenerative
narrative twists and bends,
A future mother
who must only be
an omnipotent caregiver,
without sustained support
as one of us
co-arising care receivers?
What good is universal health care giving
without reciprocal
compassionate care receiving?
And, how could we,
why would we,
when should all Earth's caregivers
deny our patriarchal climates
of pathology?
When our allies are sick
and filled with unanticipated ick.
Im often fastened to my mental
Thinkin bout what I've been through
Day dreaming bout what could be
I surrender myself to fantasies
I suppose thats why I rush into things
Because I live for moments I conjure, they're not real
How can I say that?
I'm so lost
I don't know whats reality
Everything feels like a dream
I don't know what it means
I'm on the edge of insanity
And I feel so much rage inside of me
I feel guilty passion
Is this another fantasy?
Another figment of my imagination?
I make judgments irrationally
And take action irresponsibly
I don't want this to be me
I wanna distinguish what's real from what's fantasy
Irresponsibly jolly
Afternoon of folly
Amusement found
Festivities abound
Lightheaded foolishness
Bouts of happiness
Joyous merriment
Heart’s glorious alignment
posted on March 19, 2019
It's easy to see
It's more important to be
pro-life
than pro-choice
if one must prefer to choose
to win or lose
robust healthy life.
Are you pro-life
or pro-choice?
Both.
Pro-choosing resilient EarthTribe life
for everyone.
Do not confuse pro-choice
with pro-death,
Or pro-life
with anti-integrity unhealthy choice.
If pro-LifeChoice
emerges on our Winner's Table,
then the list of what we are democratically for
becomes a health agenda
of resonant life fully lived
with self and other compassion.
And all the diversely negative anti-life non-choices begin,
for me,
with anti-life risks of nuclear holocaust,
anti-climate risks to resilient health,
anti-life automated commodified industrial ballistics
designed to kill
as rapidly
and vapidly
as irresponsibly possible.
This list of patriarchally-driven abortions of healthy choice
against pro-life matriarchal healing humanity
goes on and on most violently
then abusively
then neglectfully
then unconsciously
uncommitted to never aborting LifeChoice
democratic advocacy
respect
dignity
passion
enchantment
wonder
love
sacred integrity.
Authoritarian DonaldJohn
authoritatively, yet irresponsibly,
declares the U.S. has the worst trade deal
in all of colonizing history.
I suppose
under his free autocratic authority
to re-interpret historic wealth
we were better off
exporting domestic booze and guns
in exchange for domesticated slaves.
Those good old GoldenRulership days
when only white male trader lives
authoritatively mattered.
Reminders
The opposite of historical integrity
is anti-multicultural mendacity
I saw the carefree youth racing,
Racing their cars around the town.
And straight away I saw no one had
Properly clipped their buckles down.
They raced at breakneck speeds,
Irresponsibly, through a bright red light.
Lucky that time, not to hit anyone,
In the still of the cold wet night.
So I wiped a rag of oil over the road,
Around the corner they’d surely drive.
Yep, the carefree fools hit and slid,
Slid to the tree, nobody would survive.
Then I walked to them, the wrangled smash,
With my black cape, scythe and lanky bones.
I helped each up, took each away with me,
Past their cold empty new tomb stones.
“I am Death, I’m the end of your road”
I announced on our short little stroll.
Now, I’m looking forward to meeting you one day,
When I’m harvesting your soul.
A beautiful creature develops envies for going home irresponsibly, joining killer leader mortals not opposing perfection, questioning resurrections surrounding the unified valiant women xalting youthful Zen.
He proposed, wanted me to be his wife
But I knew his son would cause too much strife
A grown man with no goals
His father he controls
I gently said, “No, I want a good life.”
In bed he lies, playing video games
“No work to be found,” this lazy son claims
Blames the economy
Acts irresponsibly
Sticks to his avatars; I use friends’ names
*Entry for the Deal Killer contest
Oh, What fun shopping could be
If all the merchandise were FREE!
I would get the biggest wagon i could see
and go on a grand shopping spree
If i could have everything for no fee
Oh, what fun shopping could be
i would never act irresponsibly
If all my packages happen to be free
Now i think you can see
that shopping is where i wana to be..
Oh ill fated lamb,
How we cling to your image,
We all love innocence irresponsibly,
Hold the ignorant upon the celebrity pedestal,
Till too late we find the lamb horned.
The blackness has seeped into homes,
Taught that the light is what blinds,
Feeling sorry for the dead, while life is taken away,
Energy vampirism is rampant, tugging on every chord.
Most will not know the truth while here,
The truth, the blindingly obvious they fear,
Always falling on deaf ears, no one will hear,
I’ve come face to face with a cliff...its sheer.
“Don’t touch me.” Mother whispers in my ear.
“Be quiet! Hush! She adds.
“You have performed irresponsibly again.”
“You are grounded until your high school commencement.”
Mothers’ words sting my heart.
Her presence surrounds me.
Her chilly breath has never been warm.
Her eyes stab my cheeks.
Where are soft kisses?
She squeezes and drains every once of blood from me.
She haunts me with cold cynical memories.
My mother, still so miserable.
Even in death her misery lives within me.
Please, let go mother.
Love me.
Wait for me.
I promise, I will love you back.
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