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How dare you try to shrug it off, Joe
as 'one bad night'
when you didn’t deliver...
...Just like you didn’t deliver on Afghanistan, or
on picking a competent VP, or
on ending COVID school lockdowns, or
on reigning in reckless government spending, or
on combating skyrocketing inflation, or
on maintaining order at our southern border, or
on giving Ukraine what it needed to stop Putin, or
on keeping the pressure on Hamas instead of on Israel, or
on telling the truth about Hunter’s laptop, or
on supporting women’s sports for biological women only
on fighting unprecedented urban crime and disorder, or
on so much more
Your failure to deliver on debate night
once more reflects your utter lack of insight
demonstrates why you have absolutely no right
to continue to make a mockery of us
in this, America’s darkest night
Joe! Give up your maddeningly selfish fight
for the Presidency ~ you’re too far gone to see the light
Both paradise and hell
have their detractors.
I find some exaggerated truth
in this belief--
one person's paradise
is another's hell.
An eternity
of worshiping an unchanging
omnipotent
omniscient
omnipresent
mono-egotistical god
is not my idea of healthy re-creation.
I have never heard this
in reverse--
One person's hell
may be required
for another's paradise.
Heavenly Capital Adoration
begins to sound like sexist
and xenophobic
and anthropocentric rationalizations
for rampant capitalism
Sublimation as extension,
perhaps a corollary,
justifying capitalism and slavery,
violent settlers' colonialism,
systemic racism
and straight white male
and left brain deductive domination
over who is empowered
to define
and refine
and confine
and double-bind
winners' Paradise
v losers' Hell.
If paradise is a healthy
wealthy place to freely live,
And hell is a pathological
divested
infested
under-invested
patriarchal chested
rapaciously unbreasted
place to not be
ecofeminist sufficiently,
Then losing bad humored,
terrifyingly rumored,
anti-organically tumored
hell is a dualistically shocking way
toward winning good humored
terrifically enamored,
organically amored paradise
of integral win/wins;
Economic and political
Neurological and biological
Ecological and geological
Egological and theological
Secular and sacred
Natural and spiritual
Space and time
ZeroZoned and TaoBalanced.
That said,
I doubt
we are without
universal Paradise
as absence of Hellish attributes
Such as autocracy
and kleptocracy,
fascism and racism
are multiculturally known
and felt as hellish.
Healthy democracy
may not be
a monotheist's Paradise,
Still,
democracy's win/win potential
for cooperative ownership and management
speaks louder than capitalism's win/lose reductions
of ego's participative paradise
in omniscient multicultural theocracy.
Though A Destitute Alteh Kocker...
(albeit boyish), I tell myself with pride
always look on the bright toothless side
of life, this nonconformist tried
his darnedest with
threadbare trappings to abide
despite bristling, harumphing,
and lamenting luckless life,
while woe didst ride
shotgun squeezing snotty
schnozzle, nuzzling nose, wide
dilating nostrils coquettishly cozying cold
conical snout splayed alongside
steering column as if silently to chide
yours truly for impoverished states
of body, mind, and spirit hermetically hide
ding, asper necessary manna,
hence, (no eggs add chore ration) I yolked
reining clamps down hard, ultimately dried
existential wellspring, especially averse to risk
rejection, when as supremely
scared boy stifling bittorrent tide
natural animal propensities squelched elide
ding healthy mental, physical
and spiritual development
desperation found future bride
less because stricken with love bug,
versus when pent up vasocongestion vied
hardened male member, which relied
on instinct to seal biological pact
sporting two (now grown) daughters bonafide
birthright genetically patented
each taking their respective stride
toward housing vibrant young women
expanding their comfort zones,
unwittingly forcing this papa to admit he denied
himself obligation to foster maturation
implicit with every species within world wide
web, no chance to rectify the bitterness inside
hence pervasive reference, sans annulment
portraying "FAKE" motif life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness only
experienced, when Alpine for Swiss side!
Cupid loosed a love potion
laced arrow alas and alack
thy nineteen year young daughter
Shana Aubrey, smitten
with glassy eyed
and feverish amorousness
toward a English lad named Zak,
she feels sad, cuz
she iz to return back
to the United States
less than a month
(with my youngest sister Shari Todd,
and her other family members
of the Dunning claque
this papa, whose youth
and ungathered rosebuds inter alia
elapsed scores of years ago
n'er did find himself
as the fetching beau
asper any pretty young thang,
nar did I own
a handy dandy blues clue
how to appease biological call viz,
sowing wild oats
as pubescent time came due
shortchanging natural predilection
to gather rose buds at primal age
but took refuge within
a hermetically sealed cage
which complex emotional
edifice accessible equipage
then (and now) solely
in my possession,
yet needle, sans measuring gauge
now registers very low
sexual excitation on face dial image.
Though mine pre
pubescent young life bereft
shot thru being gun shy,
hence threadbare warp and weft
and as an emotionally troubled teen,
never livingsocial, left
a gaping figurative hole,
aye n'er didst
fabricate essential heft
tee warp and woof, upon
which adult inter
personal linkedin knit wit
get solidly stitched
instead an irreparable threadbare cleft
where tapestry remains unwoven
though more deft
nothing but cold embers left
nor apropos for this lix spit tilled
aged rooster, who can barely cluck
to romp in accordance
as a young buck
or squawk like a trumpeting
drake hula hooping duck
thus, twas glad and
breathed sigh of relief when,
thee punim summoned
verve and pluck
to chap up affinity to discover
visa vis unbridled passion
unlike this old man
with youthful romance,
he never didst truck!
I wonder
if marriage could be less of a quarantine
from significant other relationships
and more of a prime relationship
in love's easy and difficult lessons,
growing more resilient as opening out
to deeper and wider resonant caregiving
and receiving,
extending familial relationships
which, in turn,
do not predominately compete for time
but primally cooperate
with our initial attachment bond.
This feels like the opposite
of a marriage model
in which each partner expects,
sometimes demands,
that all attachment needs
for ecological
and theological
and biological
and sociological
and neurological connection
and healthy cooperative reconnection,
communication,
communion will become monoculturally
and magically met
by this one other mere mortal person.
I wonder, sometimes,
if marriage,
cooperative partnership
and management
and ownership experience,
of creolizing multicultural health
has devolved into a left-brain dominant theory
of humane relationship
sustainable only through threat
of punishing non-exclusive
non-supremacist relationships
emotionally isolating,
commodified,
increasingly codependent
competitive lack of healthy eco-political
democratic co-governance.
Could marriage grow not only co-gravitating
bipolar passion
but also dipolar co-arising compassion,
re-connection,
re-generativity,
resonant resilience,
resting in robust health/wealth
yang/yin
universal/unitarian
left/right communion?
Not so much a polyvagal theory
of partnership;
More of a polypathic experience
in- and ex-forming
EarthRooted healthy marriage,
co-empathic partnership,
full-spectral communion.
No rocket surgeon,
nor brain scientist called upon
but only Rudolf the red nose reindeer
solicited as psychological mentor
yes...undoubtedly countless
decades removed since *****
(not very gay at all!)
bodily changing phenomena
from thine angst riddled
biological metamorphosis allows me to peer
with greater theft of mine precious youth stolen,
via piercing overbear
ring mailer daemons,
when mine tender age did near
cusp whence onset of puberty
clapped development tight as if by
a doppelganger mutineer
warp and weft of mine lifetime tapestry
mine acute perception doth lear
as threads got tightly woven
into mine casual knitwear
though pubescent phase
wrought with oppressive foresight
interwoven with jeer
ring bullying hmm...maybe thine ability
to distill self actualization
extant among interlinear
teenage stage viewable
during my youthful days, but clouded over asper
mine more vivid perspective here
from this present moment
ha...amusing insight from present perch
devoid of adolescent glare
sire re: brill grade
do lobes gleam freer,
now with insight aye ear
rate at such pitch 'ere
perfect hindsight aye declare,
yet as a much younger self
when I hapt to be a boy, acuity seemed oblivious
to perceive via sight and sound
what social cues visceral, (visual,
and audiological) seems crystal clear
revisiting non verbal
awkward teenage mutant
ninja turtle memories, that now deafeningly blare
at the threshold of ear
splitting decibels, how hard of hearing human
(nada so) subtle in retrospect, I am aware
interpersonal nuances clear as the tune
Doris Day Que será, será
did voice, a catchy air.
Its universe drapes time in buoyancy
Where endless space binds law of attraction
Atoms merging, clasped by human light
An energy wheeling freely, unseen;
‘Til moonlight climbs inside lovers’ halo.
Exploring their path, frenzy unlike space
Through quantum leaps weightless among new stars
Ascending on scales of breaths without measure,
Like passion heating a current; two mouths press.
Dazed by such fusion, wheel of Physics nods
To bring glow, showing what it's always known
Soul's beauty, radiating love unbound;
As dusk explodes to bless fluid motion.
With gentle fire, night sky dare not question
A universe lost in a trance of love’s spark;
There is no logic to explain,when
Affection blends cosmos of a kiss.
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"Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people
falling in love. How on earth can you explain
in terms of chemistry and physics so important
a biological phenomenon as first love?
Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems
like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour
and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.”
---Albert Einstein
Personifying Science Contest, Sheri Fresonke Harper
by nette onclaud
Within A Seed
Biological form in seclusion which darkness enfolds, anxious unlike the
meditating lotus flowers floating in tandem, fully conscious. In a vacuum,
innocuous, molded in an inner sanctum-silently motionless-mystically furtive
living breathlessly inside stillness, danger its resiliency bravely defies then in
time will emerge then shall nourish. Nurtured within seamless walls like an
impenetrable fortress, fraught with a future--uncertain or assured--while in
repose yet composed, utterly detached from without.
On untested ground anonymity drifts in the wind until time precisely heralds
its existence. Beneath the wretched soles of self-aggrandizing, self-serving
dictatorial human characters with their voracious and insatiable appetite
for inflicting misery;
Optimism blossoms...Within A Seed!
***In the end, Good trumps evil!!***
02/07/2018
8:48 p.m.
Florida
USA
A Mother's Son
One had to carry me in her womb for nine months awaiting the day on which I was to come out, Only to be cheated that I'm no longer nine months old.
I've known her all these years as what Science calls "A Biological Mother. "
Lately, I've come to know that that's just what it takes to be a mother in the eyes of many even though it ain't like that in the eyes of mine.
After all, Sometimes six can be nine.
I grew to love she who made sure I got my mashed bananas while watching "Bananas in Pyjamas" for she's the one on whose back I've slept a lot and at the same time messed my naps a lot.
She's the one I'd call whenever I was down and So I called her "Mama".
She is my "mother"'s Sister yes, but I grew attached to her motherly love that I felt appalled by those telling me she is my "Aunt"
After all, Sometimes six can be nine.
I gave headaches to she who had to accept a man and his son,
Whose silence burnt like the summer sun.
And still she loved and tried her best to bear with me for I was a better pain compared to the man of the house who'd come home a drunken comic.
I'm forever grateful for her presence and patience in my old man's life.
I ended up admitting that she is "A Strong mother" rather than what most people call " a stepmother".
After all, Sometimes six can be nine.
Then I grew up to be a man but was claimed by another mother.
She was the first to say she saw greatness beyond measured magnitude within me.
Another "Mother"'s Sister as they say but she's the one in whose footsteps I learnt independent thinking.
As great as she claims I am she still called me a son, a "baby" who must still grow and hence she put me under the wing of her ever watchful husband's eye as a son again.
From him I learnt and am still learning to be a being and staying in my lane to avoid crashing,
Life, being a matter of perception has taught me to define many things according to my preference but when it comes to the word Mother I know I have a handful of them.
And I chose not to define but to appreciate and love all of them as they vary.
Besides, Sometimes six can be nine
The National Science Foundation (NSF),
in partnership with the Simons Foundation,
has launched four new incubation centers
to bring mathematical Left/Right Brain bicameral perspectives
to the biological/ecological ZeroZone search
for the CoOperative Rules of
Golden WinWin EgoEcoCentric Life.
The NSF-Simons Research Centers
for Mathematics of Complex Biological Systems
will cooperatively explore
how bilateral information
encoded in DNA YangThymine
with YinHolonic Cytosine
results in complex four-seasoned organisms
with diverse ecoflowing habitats,
Yang fractal forms
Yin-enlightening feeling functions
and WinWin mutating co-acclimating behaviors
when in/exformation is WinLose manipulated
and even LoseLose competitively repressed
by changing YangUracil/YinCytosine synergy
red/green environmentally suboptimizing tipping points
across multiple spiral dynamic time-light
HereDeductive NowInductive co-enlightenment
SpaceTime 4D integrity conscious bilateral scales
of and for healthy-wealth optimizing futures.