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On asphalt, wet with blood and sweat (down streets with no address),
there lay a man, snuffed by the Man and left to evanesce.
The Man then strode along the road and smiled at his success
and, cavalier, he bought a beer, sat down to decompress.
A life was gone, but day wore on, the sun awash in heat –
the riddled head no longer bled, concealed beneath a sheet,
and passers-by began to cry, were sobbing indiscreet’,
while holy bells in distant hells began to moan and bleat.
In heaven's eyes (no one denies) due process is decreed,
but down below, where burdens flow, it rarely can succeed
and certainly not for those distraught, benighted in their need,
so Men in blue (you know the crew) thought nothing of the deed.
Though just eighteen, a little green (was still his mama's son!),
adored by all, but left to sprawl in webs of hate, undone,
the youth was shot and left to rot, but never held a gun,
so people cried and wondered why'd the evil deed been done.
The sheriff said "forget the dead, his crime was black as slate"
and in the rush to hush and shush, he hissed "I'll tell you straight,
that boy, today, was on his way to rendezvous with fate,
so now you know – I gotta go, it's gettin' kinda late".
Not satisfied with those who'd lied, some took to fill the streets
with peaceful cries neath blackened skies, were paid with clubbed retreats,
cruel gas cascades and stun grenades, then days in jailhouse suites –
though curfew's on from dusk till dawn, each night this scene repeats.
With exits barred, in came the Guard to rumble and repress,
for people stray both night and day in search of some redress.
The city's scarred, the houses charred, the locals in distress –
with cut or bruise, they still refuse to kneel or acquiesce.
So choppers fly above the sky with whirling, twirling blades
and drones in flight within the night erase the renegades.
The tarot cards and crystal shards reveal the masquerades –
the beating parts of diamonds’ hearts forever club the spades.
Now puppet Pols are making calls and acting out charades
(like shouting loud within the crowd, and marching in parades),
while underneath, where lies a wreath, the hope for justice fades.
Yet, freedom waits behind the gates, beyond the barricades.
25 Aug 2014
Hello, dear Eldest Son,
and what are you feeling entitled to today?
...
CliffNotes on Christianity.
You mean like Christianity for Dummies?
...
No, no aspersions intended.
I'm wondering...
Maybe some context would help.
Why are you asking about Christianity?
I mean,
other than your totally secular development
and your absence of any sacred fertilization.
...
Yes, well,
we do have that not small problem of evil
despite our omnipotent God.
...
Omnipotent. Like polypathic is to omniscient,
polyculturing outcomes are to omnipotence.
Radically and profoundly and resonantly powerful.
...
Polyphonic to omnipresent...
I'll think about that.
So, yes, I guess my own big take-away from Christianity
is the Holy Spirit is also Gaia.
Just two different names
for one shared holonic regenerate nature-spirit
of co-intelligent evolution revolutions.
...
No, that's about it.
Once you catch on to Holy Spirit
as matriarchal Earth Goddess
nurturing regenerative bilateral-temporal flow,
you can just map Christianity
onto sacred ecology,
and vice versa,
and whatever doesn't seem to fit
probably got added on by some benighted council of patriarchs
anyway.
...
What about God the Father?
...
Well, who would be Father to Earth Goddess?
...
Yeah, that's what I was thinking too.
Earth was born of Father Sun,
and then these two mess with each other
and next thing you know
people come along to make up romantic stories
about photosynthesis
is like breathing
if you have leaves
or healthy bicameral lungs
and heart
and mind.
...
Sure, no problem.
you really didn't call to ask for money?
...
That's what I thought.
How much this time?
...
I wonder if a difference
between a mature
health care bodhisattva
and a less experienced
potential peace messiah
Could be uncovered by noticing
a wisely curious genius
gathering all sacred passionate values
While sadly believing
s/he can access only the wrong
insufficient
benighted
disappointing
unwoke audience
And/or these personal cherished gifts,
enlightened powers,
have ripened at the wrong cultural time
for acceptance
in a deeply wounded
weaponed climate
of narcissistic
anthrosupremacist discontent;
A depressing
wounding
isolating experience
that EarthTribe is not ready
to receive these sacred wonders,
this profound meaning,
sacred win/win resolutions
to stubborn win/lose secular problems
Of insufficiency
mortality
disease
trauma
unease
stress
anxiety
distress
Political repression
economic suppression,
lack of positive
health wealthy global impression.
While a healthier
more resonant Bodhisattva
serenely celebrates
compassion's ecosystemic resilient wealth
already at Right and Left hand
Potential to no longer divide
EarthTribal humane audiences
from Earth's sacred journey performances
into divinely gifted co-empathic meaning
Between personal power space
and politically enlightened timeliness
Seamlessly reconnecting
in-between our humane place in salvation history
and ecosystemically redemptive
divine revolutions,
Daily spiraling spins
of Earth's empowerment
around enlightening Sun
Centered synergetic,
universally co-gravitating
unitarian ego-systems
of nonviolent spacetime,
win/win bodymind
inside/outside
deep and widely shared
communications
Of One egocentered integral
mind-full web
reflecting ongoing revolutions
within an active not not Zero
universal expanding
yet not extracting system
Divinely vast
timeless communication
sacredly unfolding
Abundantly underestimating
Healthy EgoLife needs
are already Wealthy EcoLove wants
deeply
widely felt,
integrity's potential
co-redeeming value.
MANIFOLD ECLECTICS
deadpan
newfound
possibilities
rippling
mind-scrambling
over-lays
a
panoply
alludes
to
exhilarating
yet
muted
& imbued
response
a
cerebral
tension
undergoing
needless
unruly
elongation
touching
personality
in
a
exquisite
ravishing
unfinished
but potent
revolving
brilliant
encounter
with virtuosity
tradition
a
glinting
shimmering
spontaneous
nonchalance
glimpsed
a feint
reworking
transparent
& benighted
radically
sardinic
matter
of
sophisticated
qualities
of empathy
3. At the Cabin
("Noh" is an ancient Japanese style of
drama, broadly similar to Elizabethan
tragedy. "The Wind in the Pines" is
my version of a well-known Noh play.)
(The Chokugan = a shinto prayer.
The priest is protecting himself from
the ghosts.)
BUDDHIST PRIEST
Do you live here?
MURASAME
Why do you ask? Who are you?
BUDDHIST PRIEST
Just a traveler, benighted on my journey to ...
MATSUKAZE
What you request is little enough.
But our cabin is sparse, unfurnished, rough.
We are ashamed. It's far too humble. See?
We cannot offer hospitality.
BUDDHIST PRIEST
I am not looking for feathers or feast.
I am a simple, unassuming priest.
A fog is gathering swiftly around:
Please don't ask me to sleep on the ground.
MURASAME:
I am sorry. You cannot stay ...
MATSUKAZE
Wait!
The fog is freezing, and the hour is late.
The moon sails out from the refuge of a cloud,
and I see the form of a man who has vowed
to abandon all license. That, I admire.
Approach, holy man, our wretched fire.
BUDDHIST PRIEST
I am grateful, ladies. Yukihira,
the much-lamented young poet,
put it thus: "If anyone
should ever ask for me,
say I'm in paradise, and I know it:
in Kobe, enfolded by green sea,
and fine women, to dote upon:
no place could possibly be dearer".
MATSUKAZE
Aieee!
BUDDHIST PRIEST
What's wrong, young woman? See,
I prayed this morning, by the tall tree,
two-trunked and handsome. Nothing bad
can come this way. You look so sad!
MATSUKAZE
You have mentioned the name of our dead lover.
BUDDHIST PRIEST
A peasant told me of two women from here,
who both loved a Kyoto nobleman.
He composed exquisite poetry,
but sickness took him, in the prime of youth.
MURASAME
Aiee!
BUDDHIST PRIEST
I think I have stumbled into the truth!
You are the girls who live in the tree!
You gave your hearts to Yukihira,
and now you're ghosts! The Chokugan!
Brass windchimes
ring melodic time
backed up
and down,
back
and forth
by boisterous breeze voices
blowing somewhat more silent choices
below
Before benighted rejoice
reprise to rise
and fall
wounded fail
yet again
Melodious inside intentions
to ring true
love's restoring stories
of local justice circling
dynamic spirals inside
looking resounding out
virally
conspiratorially
anticipating healthier life within
Mother's sensual gusts
Overpowering peaceful chimes
global resting
arresting rhymes
with powerful enculturing space
enlightened green spring out times
up happy,
healthy
Driven by bountiful breeze
and this northbound tidal
grey-blue iconic river
flowing drifts back
and surging forth,
Downstream
yet again back up
in-between
indigenous natured out
spirits in
Chiming outside colonizing industrial windows
noticing
re-connecting stressful winds
and anxious tides
of not so well chimed
compassionate green change
loudly rang
While icecaps,
empowering South
and enlightening North,
silently
soundlessly
melt integrity's just right divine
dividing humane left
Eastern Earth greets Western Sun
chiming resonant hospitality
of eco/theo-logical nurturers
nourishing brass rounds
of resighted
respited
holy sounds.
Happiness comes in diverse packages,
high to low,
outside to inside,
light to dark.
From global premium Health
through local everyday
resiliently benign
steady-state Communion,
down toward sado-masochistic fake over/under-powering happiness
nihilistically ecstatic
denialistically non-empathic
dualistically manic
fundamentally terrorizing missions of anti-cultural delight in hate
zealous and haughty DarkGlee
violently fighting for self-righteous scrooge supremacy
because,
after all,
what else would omnipotent god's gift
to this bought and sold benighted Earth do
in the face of such glamorously silly
heart two sizes too large to tolerate toxic co-dependency?
Self-righteous DarkGlee
refueled by punishing yin's communal integrity
for presuming to wear democratic empowering pants
in this violently sectarian
elitist inhumane family
ruling supremely over all other EarthTribes
and Earth
Her blighted birthing
benighted virginal Self.
In response to universal healthy happiness needs,
Peace emerges dark listening winter solstice born
to unite everyday peace
feeling and thinking
co-arising longing for hope-therapeutic actions
nutritional gift rooted
in interdependent
co-empathic
co-messianic
planetary identity.
Humane eco-divining everyday beings
becoming Earth's HappinessTribe
by growing cooperatively therapeutic
healthy universal yang needs
co-gravitating unitarian integral yin-flow feelings,
Thoughts Adventure co-empathic non-violent listening
silently hopeful
diurnal winter through summer happy co-investments
in and of and for more cooperative climate gifts.
No unhappy commercialized receipts required
for unfortunate non-communal returns
of incarnate Grace.
From beneath a veil,
A shroud itself hidden,
Anonymity It's masquerade.
Tired secrets languish,
Benighted by nature,
Emerald, to pale green and white, from jade.
A sough in the head,
Of their tepid maker,
Whispers nothing, wholly unaware.
Crafty camouflage,
For the crafter of secrets,
Who never knew they were there.
The irony aroma,
Stagnant blood without pressure,
Metallic, unmoved, unaffected.
Averse to sense,
Illusory marionette's,
Clear strings, turbid skeins undetected.
And the irony lies,
With an off thirst disguised,
By the growing pines of set minds thought unique.
And as trite as the urges,
Desperate purges,
Like mewls of the sheep seeking shade from critique.
Hello!
Hello in there?
Can you feel me yet?...
Welcome to the United States of America!
The U-nited States began as an incubation site
for humane freedom and justice,
although our elders were a bit ahead of
non-violent communication therapy,
mind/body communion therapy,
so we have run into some long-term monoculturing problems
with linking up our justice walk
with our multicultural peace talk.
You have chosen to seed in what was our global hope
for incubating ecological economics.
I so hope you develop neither surprised nor disappointed
in the U.S. rebranding project,
now providing global laundry and enculturation services
for other would-be sub-optimizers
perpetually fascinated,
and distractedly entertained,
with anthro-centric adolescence,
devoid of sufficient ecological heart
to assure healthy root systems
for EarthTribe's potential grandchildren.
This U-benighted States of perpetual anthroprivileged greed
and monolithic egohubris,
now aspires to become Earth's monopolistic
Monocultural Laundry Service,
divesting of polycultural natural enrichment
to thoroughly trash the exciting high risk market
in anthro-centric extract-and-burn entitlements.
If you thought you had landed
within smooth warm womb
of old school not Zero-Sum
Win-Win Golden Rule Skin
in a Permacultural Game Theory
of regenerative life outcomes...
well,
good luck being born a polypathic alien
in this Oppositional Disordered political and racing-apart economic monoculture,
this DisUniting whitewashed policing State
of fear we could never have or become enough,
out to save the globe with arms of might
now that we have proven
how great we are with shooting down each other,
in our homes and on our streets.
Welcome, baby,
it's a not-so-brave old world
in our UBeNighted State.
I saw the four horsemen of the apocalypse
Beckoning me to join them on their midnight ride
Death, pestilence, plague and war
They were ready to ride into the sunset
Spreading their hate with them
As they led the world to its foretold doom
The end days were approaching they told me
And their time was near
I begged them to hold off
To give us more time
To work things out
They laughed and said
Time waits for no one
We have a divine plan to work out
You have been warned before
And will be warned again and again
But soon it will be time
And we must do our duty
To bring an end to this benighted world
And fulfill our destiny
And yours
But for now
We will let you sleep
And let you prepare yourself
For the time is near
The end of the world is coming
It is later than you think
Soon soon the antichrist will come
Uniting the world
And leading the battles too come
Before the end of the world
And mankind ceases to exist
Just dust in the wind
Of a dead planet
In a forgotten corner of an uncaring universe
All part of God’s plan