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When I feel compassion
with my positive needs
for love
health
trust
safety,
When I feel compassion
for my fears
wounds
negative fortress wants
to overpower perceived threats
against my egocentric compromises
with ruthless capitalism,
soulless patriarchalism,
strategic genocide,
extractive ecocide,
smug and heartless anthrosupremacy,
aggressively diseased LeftBrain dominance
inside my ruminating self
as schizophrenically viral
outside Those Evil People
voices
without kind choices,
When I feel compassion
with my healthy integral potential
and for my pathological capacity
to do more harm
to further wound EarthTribal consciousness
to militarize my fearmongering
and anger repressing words,
When I feel compassion
as the guy who loves listening
to friends and family, and even foes
excited about our multigenerational attachments
to multicolored
and fabulously gay designed
exotically sexy fragrant flowers
Is also the coempathizing guy
who shares DNA
and bicameral neurosystemic flow structures
with Vladimir Putin
and those who voted for him,
with Adolph Hitler
and those who voted for him,
Donald Trump
and those who voted for him,
Mitch McConnell
and those who voted for his Straight Corporate Man Party,
and possibly even Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene,
and those Georgians who voted for her
bad blond self-image
Which is decidedly not Green
in any feminist compassionate
organically cooperative
and co-empathically engaged way
and means to truth
and healthy resilient life
Maybe,
as I have sometimes whispered,
not-green Greene is a toxic infestment
machine
planted by an alien aryan planet
When I feel compassion
what do I need?
want?
crave?
CoEmpathic cooperation
and healthy co-investment,
experiences of win/win strategic game playing,
celebrating our resonant
positive
social neurological systems
for restorative health
for cooperative
long-term
EarthTribe safety.
When I feel compassion
for my engaged side
AND my dark and ominous potential
to fail in my own indigenous
humane
natural/spiritual development potential,
Then I can at least laugh
with my own creative conspiracy theories
and against my own tragic Earth-degenerative
Mutually Assured Destruction,
MADness that might take out humanity
Or,
even worse,
eradicate Earth's wild
and domesticated flowers.
Make haste to befriend the toro meanly reared away from spectator prying eyes
by dread alone the bull is nurtured and prodded to terrify
and when at last the ranchero’s silhouette appears in the arena it charges
Wake! India! Wake!
There are no greater mysteries than those your scientists can unravel
the only mysteries that persist are those drummed by priests into your brains
even a helpless Stephen Hawking can pierce the Aryan mystery by silent reflection
Wake! India! Wake!
Let those who seek power in the polls seek it for their own sakes
sooner or later sooner than later they too will pass away
their power gnawing at their bones will feed the etherising flames of their pyres
Wake! India! Wake!
Let those who seek to challenge their power challenge it for their own sakes
they too will rot in the chains they have willingly chained themselves in
for they too seek power for the sake of power and for theirs and their own comfort
Wake! India! Wake!
And let them all pass over you you who have borne in quiet pain
mauling under the pretext of mournful migrations and the Mughal might
Mohenjodaro and Harrappa notwithstanding Vijayanagar and Kaveripumpattinam
Wake! India! Wake!
Do not for a moment think your sons have deserted you
nor your daughters gone to spawn with other spouses under other suns
your needs are their needs your tears their blood coursing in their veins
Wake! India! Wake!
If you had woken up earlier to tend to your shores to tend to the marauders at the border
letting only the lone Kshatriya exert his martial art abused by fine courtly comfort
you would not now wonder how a Rajput court at Mewar drove Akbar to such lengths
Wake! India! Wake!
(Continued in Part One - 10)
Nature nurture
The argument of psychology
yet what made Hitler
become the man
What made Hitler
become the racist
what made Hitler
become the murderer
Millions died
in concentration camps
millions died
on the battlefields of france
Yet What made Hitler?
The Great depression, Germany
the breeding ground of poverty
the struggle to survive
Hitler an orphan
His father died
when Hitler was just thirteen
His mother died
When he became eighteen
money, the inheritance
left behind
used on medical expenses
Poverty the breeding ground of hatred
life became a struggle to survive
days of hunger build hatred
desire
Darwin his theories of evolution
eye's watching the animal kingdom
the strongest do survive
Ideas of science shaped the German thoughts
The concept of the aryan race
came from science
the concept of the perfect race
came from science
Soldier's are taught to kill
Hitler fought in the first world war
taught to take the lives of others
combine the mixing pot of evil
necessity
the mother of invention
to build a better country
ideas grow with the stupidity of man
Marx the father of communism
Jewish newspapers supporting his views
Social Democracy the rising red fist
attempted to force Hitler to join
When he refused
they used violence to force him out of his job
Hit the man and you build hatred
communism attacking his country
Hitler blamed the Jews
Marx was Jewish
Jewish writers supported his views
Hitler blamed the entire race
Racism showed it ugly face
the building blocks of hatred
interwoven with his own
interpretation
Introspection
sometimes we learn
from what we're told
sometimes we create
our own opinions
Nature is genetic
emotional pre-distributions
talent aptitude and health
nurture is environmental
parents strangers friends and foes
yet we also learn from ourselves
introspection belief and denial
I don't like Hitler
I don't like war
but we can all learn
from watching how others develop
poverty is the breeding ground
for hatred
take away the breeding ground
and perhaps we can build a world of love
Behind the war are His thoughts
thoughts shaped by education
thoughts shaped by science
thoughts shaped by racism
The age-old dream is a nightmare,
that has haunted us far too long,
still it lures in so many souls
with the sweetness of its song.
But beyond the simple melody
a darkness quickly appears,
those who preach of utopia
are the ones we should most fear.
It all starts out pleasant enough,
they want to build the perfect world,
with peace, love, and prosperity,
for every single boy and girl.
But on what defines perfection,
the can never truly agree,
tell them it’s abstract idea,
and they scream out ‘heresy!’
Not that this will stop the push,
they’re convinced that they’re right,
and any who would oppose them,
are an evil and a blight.
First it’s campaigns to convince
that they hold the greatest truth,
then to the schools for targeting
the dumb, impressionable youth.
They think that this will do the job,
but too many reject and dismiss,
then comes all the social pressure,
go along or you’re not ‘with it.’
And when even that doesn’t prevail,
they always turn to government,
use law to force you to agree,
or face a long imprisonment.
This becomes the tipping point,
since government is always force,
yet convinced they’ll bring perfection,
they’ll do what was once abhorred.
Some penalties put you in camps,
doomed to a miserable fate,
no longer do you just ‘disagree,’
you’re now enemy of the state.
It does not take much to see this,
such an endless, brutal trend,
Hitler’s ‘perfect’ Aryan Reich
sent ten million to their end.
And all those workers ‘paradises,’
their purges and class enemies,
Sent a hundred million folk to death,
to build their ‘ideal’ societies.
Even down on the smaller scale,
the same result you will find,
Jamestown, Heaven’s Gate, and Waco;
where people were burned alive.
How many would still be with us,
how many fewer would be dead,
if we could take utopia
and drive it clear out of our heads?
In fact the very word itself,
if you look back on history,
literally translates as ‘no place,’
in the original Greek.
As in no place can ever exist
where mankind lives perfect,
Better is the best we can do
without leaving people wrecked.
Best we keep shouting this truth out
before we all tumble and fall,
We must fear, fear utopia,
or else it will kill us all.
I’ve never given much thought, about the last train to Auschwitz
for indeed every train, was intended to be ones last,
Except for the guards, who sit atop the cattle cars
As the human livestock, slowly asphyxiates behind bars
not giving them a thought, or a care in the world
except maybe, what great jobs we have
Sit up here smoking, and joking, oblivious to the choking
Just shoot anything that try’s get off,
An absolute no brainer,
For only those without brains,
have no feelings or remorse
This one and only requirement, fully endorsed
Besides it keeps them away, from the Russian front
they’ve heard all the stories, about that hell hole
where they run over prisoners with tanks,
No thanks
Switch off out here, in the country air,
as the wind rushes through, aryan sun bleached hair
And the moans and groans continue, all very routine
Stench rises and falls, in wafts and palls
Quick Fritz look, Fräuleins in the fields wave and call
Raising up rifles, greetings from SS railway division to all
Cream of the crop, only room for special ones on top
Full stop!
Whistles shrill,
RAUS! RAUS! SCHNELL! SCHNELL!
Screams aloud, above the putrid smell
as the chimneys belch ash, over an indifferent hell
Bewildered cargo pours out
Protestations, my baby, my mummy, my daddy, is dead
The reply, a heavy truncheon blow, across the head
Get into line, you dirty swine
Selection process begins
Whilst guards have a chat and a grin
on the horizon a thunderous din
Russians are closing in.
Indeed this was the last train to Auschwitz
and now it’s pulling out
as the guards banter and shout
Hey Fritz! where you going to spend, your bag of gold teeth
Fritz says Bolivia, how about you?
Franz laughs back, somewhere further, that doesn’t stink like your feet
Meanwhile the zombies bedraggled clothes
are already in transit to (CANADA)
Not far from the crematoria
Not that far away at all
Last Train to Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
15/4/2021
(CANADA) = warehouse and sorting area in Auschwitz.
German RAUS = out, SCHNELL = quick or fast
They arrested my anger:
my fingertips, they ink painted
These defiant ebony eyes
were given a sideway rearview
racial profile
A police photo shoot,
criminal style
I became a most colorful, unwanted poster child
for the rabid redneck white crowd,
who were firing their burning blue metal barrels
hatefully loud —
Colt-45 liquid anger
white lightning moonshine proud
Waving their patriotic hostility —
raging river flag moving the mob
At their Wild West campfire pow-wow,
they were bomb fuse sparking
a tar baby effigy of me
Putting a viral vex on their personal celly-ies
and cyber telly-ies
Got several death threats from the skin heads
Aryan Nation neo-Nazis
How is it that my anger got arrested,
while their’s got out of jail free?
The blue devils cuffed me
for non-violently speaking,
not bending a Wounded Knee
Or giving a whipped-dog look slave master bow
This earned me my prison stripes
room-and-board free
Got a felon record for simply
giving the fascist police a ghetto hardship scowl
Now labeled a rebel convict:
I can’t get no cotton-picking union job,
or no southern hospitality northen beans welfare
Living on the cliff ledge is hard, when you can’t blend in
Yellow tin badge hollow justice
gave me a white-hot iron brand hex on my charcoal skin
Then they bum wrapped me in a cement bubble
And an old enamel kangaroo in a long black lynx robe
said I was white rabbit lucky
I didn’t receive a volley of bullets for my trouble
But, I got a swollen-face good break, I was told
Tell my mama this cancer piss pack of hard spit sympathy lies
She died on the inside that awful sentencing day,
and my papa’s fears aged dog years in a bad way
They both knelt stone cold six-feet under,
while I was hell-roasting
in a 20-by-20 windowless solitary bunker
There were no encouraging letters sent from the grave
I’m sure my arrested anger
is gonna get released also, one calm and serene day
But a pardon ain’t forthcoming
any time soon
for these brooding hairs fading in penitentiary gray
Strip me bare like the land
Sacred and unprotected
That you come to claw and tear
To hold its sparkle
In the ostentation of your hand
For man is more than spectacle
And I am more than
Just a sum of atoms,
Or a bit among the pieces of the plan
Mine me for all the gold I am
It is a great project
Memory writing imagination
To immortalize the castle in the sand
The salt tongue of sea
Have shaped like a human hand.
I shall learn too
Rocks like a metaphor for my strength.
Only bring not those productions here
Machines crawling
Into my skin
Gnawing me with caterpillar teeth
Of a psychological reality
Of the Aryan world
Leave Sigmund and Karl
In the bleachers to wait with me
For the expedition that shall be
A better paradigm than El'Dorado
Those are superficial oars
Too narrow the scope of vision
To plow and dissect
The TransAtlantic triangle
Of my reduction
To a stage of history
The savage
Unthankful for its civilization
Making the cosmology of the soul.
I am more rock
Than a caterpillar can feed.
And it, before it flies
Against the glittering sun
Is more paradigm
Than you excavate from a pun.
Strip me bare like the land
This limited space in time
Shall tell
The expanding universe of days
Not a new beginning
But a slow Columbus world
Coming to the reality
Of a preexistence beyond
Mere sensation
Laid out like cloth
Upon the table of the mind.
Cloth, you say
Another precursory thing to rag
O had you seen it
Form like cotter on the head
Or turban, or mat
Or sheet upon the bed
It carries babies too
Close to the fountain of its milk
But cloth, before all that
Woven and waiting for the design
Functional in service
And still a canvas of history
Only an ancient African understands.
Cloth you take off to change the landscape
That body stands naked in its innate beauty
Despite the loss of soil and trees
Cloth shed like skin
Before we enter into the river
I from Darien look and shiver
At the sight of the newcomer
Standing like a Drake
Court hiss sea hove The Irish Times,
this hum mere ruck can bloke
kin esse spy climb mitt till impact
desiccation ravaging with choke
hold thee aim rilled isle,
which haint ok key doke
cuz won hoot rook froom sun
whelps like heretic burned at stoke!
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More to the point (meaning jaw
ken minus **** faux
hackney poetic strung bow
Willy Wonka barely understandable
twanged and twinged) accent
hen reed how, accomplishment
in garnering alarming
news-worthy ailment
while this Unit Aryan ensconced
within beef hoar tee four comfortably
numb burred battlement,
here at Highland Manor,
I pay (if totally tubularly pennies rolled)
approximately equaling bedazzlement
17,500 viz copper cent,
per month gratuity clement,
sans Grosse and Quade
associates co-management
offered rental assistance congruent
(predicated on social security disability)
to occupy one bedroom
apartment kept air
conditioned 60°Fahrenheit
perfect for concupiscent
activity, albeit unfortunately marriage
shot thru with celibacy
suppressed sexless existence
more difficult to control
than catching a tiger by the tail,
hence this damned delinquent dependent
Dickensian dada cooly cruising thru
cyberspace espying embodiment,
how measurable heating up
Gaia, i.e. Mother Earth (she) evinces
no illusory figment, and just by a fluke,
the spontaneous Google search,
keyed revealed tumy mine eyes,
wretched webpage showed
stark rising temperature gradient
Dublin, Ireland experiencing
worst drought since
records began 168 years ago
where Irish Water (utility)
warned Dublin would run out of water
in 70 days, a “worst-case scenario”
necessitating hyper-efficient
protocols immediately inherent.
Military Industrial Complex out to enslave the masses/
Save your asses from these genocidal, dangerous facists/
They’re releasing gaseous anthrax to take breath outta me/
Our Social Security Numbers are used for their death lottery/
The Bermuda Triangle is a training zone used to sink your ships/
Satellites equipped with death rays at the illumanti’s fingertips/
Mandatory brainwashing techniques used to baffle vets/
Coded messages with the withheld thirty letters of the alphabet/
Biparty electoral system to disguise true dictatorship/
Hitler alive and well and in charge of ‘Project Paperclip’/
Freemasons blast at the ozone layer with fatal contaminants/
Preparing the atmosphere for the coming of alien inhabitants/
Race of supermen nourished by Roswell’s special consumption/
Induction to secret society through extraterrestrial abduction/
Production of mass destruction is at the heart of industry/
Tracking devices in our teeth through the art of dentistry/
Nano technological implants inserted in our lymph nodes/
Knowing our position through twenty dollar bar strip codes/
Satan’s army convenes in a pentagram shaped Aryan facility/
West Nile used to test mosquitoes’ disease carrying ability/
Medical teams with tainted vaccines swirl death over a nation/
This elite squad of assassins is the World Health Organization/
Testing AIDS and Ebola viruses on unwitting third world subjects/
With unheard success, perfect murders with no unfurled suspects/
Don’t look at me like that! I’m not paranoid! Take heed I say!/
One out of ten emcees on this board really work for the C.I.A/
They’re all around us and their true intention’s malevolent/
Inspecting the internet searching for the dissenting element/
Video games aren’t irrelevant. Here evil is really resident/
Look how fast they silence me if I say ‘Kill the Pres..
Form:
(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee
and pull lightly gag.)
September third tooth house sand
and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
during the wee
(Willy Paine Weber) re
duck tee yo absurdum painful hour
of predawn this morning
with an experience
nada so grew vee -
feeling (the unstoppable) tree
men diss urge (lance
sing arm) strong
sensation to regurgitate,
which tum me,
(and ma tummy)
prima facie (pre
mud Donna Brownian
bow will Movement)
processing) ranks as
the moost unpleasant –
basic bodily condition,
(hence disqualifying this former
anorexic tib bee ya
bulimic), which nauseous repulsion
to stomach tomb muss elf
(yea - pertaining to
yours truly: Ma
Thee You Scott) a tinny
brass, heartless, and
dis straw hit cow
word lee lion
dew wing ever re:
thing in my "FAKE" NON GMO
gluten, lactose (i.e.
dairy substitute), and
monosodiumglutimate free,
wand door full
wizard ding once fore mid
able superman, (and now fee
bull powerless reign jars
ipso fact-so) dee
did immediately whee
kin n ding excess see
ville lee more, dee
pull lore rib hill
den das bloviation
spattering, Obi
Wan Kenobi, Casanova,
(Don Quixote) key
ping figurative lid, prithee
a boot mine gag reflex
within very limited nee
zero printed edition on reek
quest not to
publish very disagree
hubble reader's un
digest tib bill
(authored by this atheistic
secular humanist gib
brush gabbling, (sans
reincarnated doubting Thomas pre
lapse Aryan) Unitarian scree
ming cowabunga herbivorous
droning baby bee
nix nox zippity doo dada
lix lox nicks nox hip pea.