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Oh what I would long to see
and breathe
and free
This polypathic wisdom
of a root and branched
systemic tree
Nurturing
Yintegral root systems
breeding Me
while YangSun branches
reach up and out
nutritionally feeding We
Polyphonic remembering
systematic Theology
of naturally spiritual experiences,
humanity experiments
in win/win Ecology
Both non-verbally felt internally
as healthy win/win
despite unwealthy respite
lost in lose/lose metaphysicality
Thought through verbal reflections
on fraught externality,
Positive/Negative
ego/eco-organic organizationality,
bilateral dipolar integrity
NonZero Souls Summarily
Whole ego/eco-systemic bicamerality
Emergently left-brain verbal dominantly
Yang solidifying v Yin flowing plasticity
Resisting overpowering generations
of straight white patriarching
capitalist win/lose competitions
rabidly degenerating
Into a lose/lose DeathCuture, ecopolitical
Rabidly pursuing viral apocalyptic climates
unraveling a global pandemic
anti-ecological
Autocratic
automatic military devolutionary industrializing
colonizing
predative post-millennial disaster mongering
kleptocratic
And,
the opposite
of Making Nationalistic
Idolatrous
Supremely white racists Great Again
Against Liberal Lovers
of healthy eco-messiah feminists,
non-violent communicating bodhisattvists
YangChrist/YinBuddhists
exploiting only Ego/Eco-DoubleBoundary Originalists
within win/win 1/0 REMEMEological
ultra-nonviolet spiraling ReVolutionary
20/20 eco-political
empowering/enlightening consciousness.
Oh what I would long to see
and breathe
and free
This polypathic wisdom
of a root and branched
surprisingly simpler
bilaterally integral
systemic co-operative
branch/root regenerative organic tree.
I hear Donald Trump
would love to bring to Republican plutocracy
what Abraham Lincoln presidented
for uncivilly warring democracy,
but Lincoln's emancipation proclamation
doesn't sound like straight white might
is rightly winged
in not so healthy presidential TrumpLand.
What remains most easily to see,
transparently white
privileged to me,
is Donald Trump
as a Ronald Reagan no fun rerun,
a bit of white-faced black
and mostly relentlessly caste
as racism already past,
although not really
quite.
Perhaps if Ronald
had been born as comfortably
as Donald,
then he too would never have worked with his body,
and not so much played with his little lonely hands,
to make an honest LincolnHouse living.
Unlike Donald,
Ronald actually had experience
working for his mortgage.
Well, almost anyway.
Ronald at least had to act as if he could work to make a living,
and on occasion actually remember some honest lines on cue,
while Donald invests more in privilege grabbing gestures
against at least half of our more newly enfranchised
resident population.
And, Abe had some adolescent and young adult experience
with manual labor
and cooperatively owned an attorney at lawyering business,
while for Ronald,
and televised Donald,
these were acting privileged caste-ing skills
as comforting as heroic horseback riding
without a solid saddle
or respectful rein.
So, no, Donald,
you're no Abe Lincoln,
and only in your happiest imagination
are you as good at play acting President
as was "caste-blind"
and deaf
and unwise Ronald.
You're just another ornery autocratic Donald,
not even economically effective
at playing sustainably wealthy Republican.
Perhaps Attila the Hun
is a more logical progenitive inspiration for TrumPublicans,
with Donald playing their final post climate-trauma non-action;
most un-ecologically anachronistic
to employ white overlooking black not quite film stars
with patriarchal red stripes
when so much polyamorous full-color talent
waits in more multiculturally fresh-aired green
bicamerally intelligent wings
of healthy democracy.
Spiritual Monsters
Mental Monsters
“What about you talking?” asked Master Satan.
About psychology. About psychologists.
“Tell me.”
Yes. I don’t like them.
“Why?”
They want to rule my mind.
They want to rule my soul.
They want to rule my life.
“How?”
Limited life.
Limited mind.
Limited knowing.
Limited will.
I mean limited personal will.
No imagined personal life goals.
I can’t do my life, because psychology rules my life.
“They chose your life?”
Exactly.
“In the company?”
Yes.Too. Also.
“What about the present?”
I needed a woman there.
“Who is this lady?”
A lady from Romania. From Transylvania.
“More information, please.”
She is around thirty, or a bit younger.
Typically, that character is what I like.
“Understand. Israelite type.”
Yes.
“Continue, please.”
She is Hungarian. She is working in the office.
I am working in the production area. In the kitchen.
So, she is going to break at the same time every day.
“When?”
From twelve to twelve thirty. My break time is not fixed.
I was trying to break the same timer with her.
They saw from the camera how I was running to fix my things.
“Clear everything to go to break.”
Exactly.
“Then?”
They always sent me on break at different times.
Sometimes we met for a few minutes at lunchtime.
But it wasn’t enough to talk.
“Do you think this situation was planned directly?”
Yes. I think I was again a victim of psychological experimentation.
“This was a psychological experiment in London.
Directly or indirectly, by psychologists. Forget that woman.
She collaborated with this kind of psychologists against you.
You are a Hungarian. She is also a Hungarian. But she is a traitorous woman.
She collaborated with this kind of psychology against you. Forget this woman. Forever.”
I do.
“That’s right.”
I want to take a note.
“Do.”
This kind of psychology considers Europeans and
All the other people from other continents are inferior.
I just feel it.
“Thank you.”
“Do you think this kind of psychology rules over its people?”
I think it' psychology that appropriates people.
This kind of psychology considers every person as its own property.
This kind of psychology does not respect the individual.
This kind of psychology is autocratic. Extremely.
You have no will. Your own life. Only this kind of psychology.
Blades blow left then over again
turning, spinning in the breezy wind
a little to the demo of autocratic powered right
only static glitches in the republic cutting of the middlemen;
spin and twirl catch that breeze and gusto of wind
hot air spewing normalcy, progressive ideologies anathema,
rotating blades sharp and precise, cut the fat, hewn a lie,
cooled agitation chills the condemned bureaucracy;
ignite the stretch and roll, the hiccup and the loudmouth yawns
dulled by stilled silent roars, loud and tempestuous hypocrisy
the electrifying pulses, ball, and fire pause and wait
an electro dynamo, impotent bully boys;
list the names as you will,
don't hold back quiet or still
oaths to their inner pride
shout independence, free speech and free will
loud and bold untethered to the skies
there is a little truth in every lie
where we go one -
Do we go all?
Well, maybe next time.
for Biting Satire
contest sponsor Edward Ibeh
3/3/21
We are most wisely appreciated
and anticipated
in the press
of public fame
and the stress
of personal gain
Not
by the quantity
of our autocratic popularity
But
by the quality
of our democratic integrity.
In this peacefully pleasing warm regard,
perhaps we poignantly reconsider
Quantities are measured
by cognition performing
verbally recognized passions
while qualities are felt
through intuition engaging
preverbally connecting pleasures
Defaming risks of loss
emerge through systemic trauma
disassociation infamy
against opportunities to gain
through transformative
reassociation favored fame
Extensively requalifying
EarthMother's therapeutic potential
for democratic integrity.
Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy,
approximately 800 redundant pages
of Kafkaesque scoffing
at relentless banalities of economic and political elitists.
Rather like transcribing often inebriated conversations
within all-night insider celebrations
of a ProPlutocracy Party Convention
Or, sadly, a depressed weed-rant
at the end of a long defensive policy debate
among inter-religiously woke Democrats
longing for a win/win DanceParty Convention,
like in the good-old liberally bipartisan ballroom days
Only maybe about 400 condensed
impacted pages shorter
with the remainder quite unliterally
and anti-climatically inscrutable
as planned anti-ecological obsolescence
through mutually partisan assured destruction
Drinking and smoking
through organic Earth's rabidly dark night
denying and/or distracted
from synergetically addressing
our unwell-disorganizing Anthropocene
of epically AnthroNarcissistic
autocratic-monopolistic chaos
Adding nothing more useful
or healthy
or sacred
to Kafkaesque scoffing
at relentlessly drunk banalities
of economic and political elitists.
Just as I seem to have a great deal
to eco-healing say
in favor of positive energy democracy,
I long to hear much more
ego-healing positive win/win communication
highly regarding multicultural demographics,
cooperative economic-nutritional education,
eco-matriarchal spiritual naturality.
The opposite of all these blessings
is StraightMale
LeftBrain NorthWestern Geosphere
predative monocultural dominance,
both ego-testicle
and anthrowhite-supremacist.
Which feels like a whole lot
of negative
manic
autocratic energy
and absence of compassionate
eco-matriarchal communication.
My EarthMother,
and her MotherEarth,
deep learned me
way harmonic healthier than negative supremacy
when positive energy
remains a win/win opportunity.
First and last, Mom's parasite,
resonantly peaceful tumor
with built in obsolescence.
Then, a moment between exodus
from symbiotic womb
into Earth's promised Eden,
democratic trees for GoodLife
and not autocratic EvilDeath.
Then time to exhale again
one last self-regulating
timeless
fertile eternity,
regenerous nativity.
In between, economically driven politicians
hoping to improve our cooperative tribal improvisations
on Gaia's liturgical soul-dance theme
With occasional speaking parts
after learning deep-listening wholes
on EarthTribe's polycultural
life and death
light and dark
revolving stage
Reproducing embryonic ego-tumors
with built-in obsolescent peace;
a moment between dancing exodus
and cooperatively sung regenesis.
The joke is on me
When I read that Starmer, when visiting Trump, had with him an invitation from the king of England, offering Trump dinner
I thought it was a joke, but it was true. Trump was flattered and accepted the invitation
Of course, he is an egomaniac who thinks he is a royal American king, and why not!
The difference between the two kings is that Trump has power and the English king is reduced to a face on loose pocket change
Is President Trump a good ruler? Well, he is autocratic and gets things done, not always with aplomb, but no one is perfect
In a world of liberal democracy, we end up with
EU is a talking shop trying to force nations to see
The Brussels way and to think they are called democrats, when its leadership is making life difficult for dissenters like Victor Orban, a sane man among sycophants.
The leaders of any country are to look after their inhabitants’ well-being. If not, then new leaders must be elected, but in our democracy, we see little movement at the top because their idea of democracy is to elect themselves, not much is done for the people
China and Russia have autocratic rulers with a high living standard, but one is not allowed to swear in church, and that is accepted by most people who favor democracy, a system they know nothing about until they move to New York and see democracy firsthand; the living conditions among the masses are atrocious
It’s too cumbersome to carry my life
wrapped in a cheap garment,
nonetheless, it’s an embarrassing situation for me
to take the garment off and toss it away because I have
no well-built body to show off but a poorly shaped stature.
And that’s why I am wearing this garment against my will,
still worse, it’s my only garment.
As such, although I cannot change my garment
as each season changes with its unique color
I have an advantage over the young girls
who walk on the street vigorously but have trouble
selecting one favorite from many designers’ dresses.
Mannequins attract the girls’ attention
from the seasonally changing show window.
Since I have no extra clothes to change, the garment I am wearing
has an ill-appearance because it went through all kinds of weather imaginable,
it’s worn and torn like a rag, the color has faded,
but, darn it! What can I do? It’s my life.
As eventide surges into my life’s trail, every stray dog passing by would urinate laying against my leg raising its hind leg to draw
a territorial map of its own dog-man* autocratic domain,
yet, I have to accept it as a fact without a word spoken.
Now, I understand why I have only one garment.
I am a straw filled scarecrow.
NOTE: *Used as dual meaning: a country ruled by dogs and, the dog-like men rule barking at each other to keep power.