Ageing,
like good sex,
good faith,
good humor,
and/or good politics,
seems to be a focused process
Of becoming less judgmentally rejected
for the traumatized company I keep
And more happily appreciated
for surviving
the predative
and privileged potential companions
I have prudently rejected.
The lowest common green ecological denominator
of healthy highest interfaith power
and light compassionate dialogue
Is potentially now deepest learning
and widest eco/theo-languaged communication
Secular Earth as potential sacred Heaven
in multicultural dialogue
And global health care development
win/win systemic
For optimizing green therapeutic
polycultural
resilient multi-organizational
ego-health/eco-wealth outcomes
refueling pro-active
kindred
enumerating spirits
At least those not denominationally undermining this WholeEarth comparison
I am trying to recycle, non-linear,
to grow unstuck dynamically in-between
actively restoring hope,
dormant independent faith,
co-empathic love objectives
NOT reactively punishing Self
and Other
and WholeEarth BioSystems
As if merely
nerdy
unprivileged
unimportant subjects
Of omnipotent StraightWhiteMale
immortal internal Voices of God
judgmentally monocultural,
merely pedestrian denominational
The lowest common green ecological
left-hemisphere rational denominator
of healthy highest interfaith power
and light co-gravitating
nonpartisan
co-passionate eco/theo-dialogue.
Red grows politically angry
about wealthy society's conspiracy
to keep my ego away
from health's abundant wealth.
Blue spreads out
economically fearful of anger's power,
my own loss of leftbrain control,
most times less,
sometimes more
than terrifying competitive victory,
unhealthy monopolization
of light and power,
wealth accumulated
by neglecting
postponing
preempting HaveNot wishes,
accelerating Earth abusive investments
of a powerful
and punishing
highly narcissistic
inhumane
pissed off
judgmentally quivering society,
blatantly unsustainable.
Green ecological relationships
remain hopeful
the conjunction of two polarizing
paralyzing negatives,
anger and fear,
like two negatives
equaling a positive,
will produce healthier wealth,
Not more political envy
and economic greed;
but heavenly peace
through nonviolent EarthJustice.
When I hear people play this game
It hurts me cause we're all the same
It doesn't matter who you are
The clothes you wear--or kind of car
Ranch or Beach House--- rich or poor
When you open your hearts door
Your eyes become a whole lot clearer
Seeing someone like a mirror
Who's image is identical
And you feel like a fool
For judging others when you should
Notice you have not been good
At fixing yourself and not be
Pointing out judgmentally
Other peoples awful traits
When you make the same mistakes
Everyone should look and see
Images of you and me
Are found all across the land
We all need to understand
There's no difference of any kind
If we look with hearts and minds
So often can dark times be misused
Ever so often we find ourselves intertwine between
Yet we find ways to not be accused
From a world so vast we can only live within
Sadly, its only with age we can understand
Age to build experience to somehow finally… see
Those of things when young could not comprehend
To digest for one’s mind for humanity to be
It isn’t just how we can know sooner
Simply life is life simply
To look for the worst and hope for the better
Simply if not judgmentally
How I have travelled so far
To come to this day for today
To be baffled by things bizarre
An age less am I not a yesterday?
If life is good will you pursuit
If life being bad do you discontinue?
Times with both did we not overrule?
Is there even life for once we knew?
You never liked me, although I am not certain why...
Heaven only knows the multitude of attempts that I made to ride those fierce
tidal waves along with you, but just as I smiled, you so very, very subtly...ever so
subtly...
drove your tiny fist into my heart, shoving me into a black sea of fury as I was left
choking on salt water, gasping for air...
drowning in your indifference
as my pen divulged the enchantment of what I thought could be forever.
The abrasive sand cleansed me of your evil, removing delusions of possibility,
igniting notions of your scripted words Oh, the essence of your pseudo self to
which others are not yet privy!
Artificial.
Faithless.
Feighned.
Evasive.
Equivocal.
For what type of individual could elude a sincere spirit? One who is judgmentally
devoid of credibility...whose mirror...
deceives.
I shut the door, and bolted it, when I discovered the
Brutus in you.