Long Budgets Poems
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Economic messages,
models,
exchanges,
transactions,
investments and divestments,
restorations and extractions,
therapies and punishments,
health and pathology
come from diverse secularized capital media,
like egos,
and nutritional flows,
health norms
and energy centers,
power points.
Similarly,
ecological messages,
transfers of nutritional resources
and toxic demons,
are read in diverse media climates
of water restorative balance
and extractive flowing floods and pollution,
of soil health and pathology,
of wind power and superpowers of hurricanes,
of fire restoring warmth
but also extractively devouring,
therapeutic restorations
and punishing retributions through over-extractive imbalance.
Capital is to economics
as Energy is to ecology;
each resiliently mediated by WinWin positive intent
to cooperatively invest
and predative WinLose negative intent
to compete against other capital-centered climates
of holonic unrest.
Capitalism extracts nutrition
where ReStorative CoOperatism co-invests cultures of loving health
in budgets,
creolizing plans and designs
and mutual intent toward polyculturally positive outcomes for All
students and mentors
followers and inclusively democratic leaders
DNA and co-arising RNA
children and parents
patients and healers
PostMillennial ClimateLovers and WiseElders.
The price we pay for our freedom is not contained in a man’s wallet,
Nor is liberty a currency found in a female fancy Gucci pocketbook.
It’s not in anyone’s liquidity portfolio investment bank records,
Nor is it contained in anybody's “Wall Street” premier trust fund accounts.
Reverently, the price we pay is not derived from ensuing wealth.
The red blood of freedom travels naturally in our veins—immutable!
Freedom has been ordained from creation in the lives of all people.
Liberty runs from heart to heart, inspires from soul to soul—sours like an eagle!
It’s linking parents to children, brother to sister, displaying courage.
Generations standing on the shoulders of generations—a fighting refuge!
The price we pay for our freedom and liberty—will never be free!
Historical accounts tried; produced no detailed cost—"It’s a sacred decree!”
The price paid has clearly left budgets—fragmented and unbalanced,
Red poppies blooming in the fields of courageous remembrance!
It has triggered aching souls, caused running nostrils, and weeping eyes.
Ladies wearing dark veils, and men black suits—great spirits that never die!
Uplifting hand and heads under the moon and sparkling stars at night.
Courage inspiring life in delight to continue the fight without—fright nor flight!.
Many look forward to more significant liberating inspiration to come.
Brilliantly embracing the shining new embolden golden rays of the rising sun.
Such a priceless premium runs in our veins and precious arteries.
The price paid for liberty and freedom is entrenched in our hearts naturally!
I walked through Asia.
Through Africa.
Through Europe.
Through America.
And I saw
what poverty does
to a human soul.
Some live
on less than a dollar.
Some survive
on less than a dream.
Over a billion
on scraps of life
in a world overflowing
with food and wealth.
How?
How can this be?
How can poverty grow
in a world
so rich in resources?
Because the rich
devour the weak.
Because powerful nations
feed on the fragile.
Because greed
has become
the true religion
of our age.
How can we end poverty
when military budgets rise
like angry gods
while agriculture
dies in silence?
Food should be sacred.
Shelter
should be a birthright.
But we made both
a privilege.
And called it progress.
Why should one man
hold a million acres
while another
sleeps under the open sky?
This is not fate.
This is design.
Poverty
was created.
Crafted.
Maintained.
Corporations hoard
the people’s wealth.
Institutions steal
in the name of order.
And billionaires rise
like false kings
in a sea
of hunger and despair.
As long as the gap
between rich and poor
widens like a wound,
the world
will never know peace.
Nor stability.
Nor dignity.
Material poverty
is a crime
against human evolution.
A shame
to our century.
A curse
on our humanity.
No one
should die of hunger
in an age
of abundance.
No child
should beg
beneath towers of gold.
Heaven on Earth
is possible.
But only
when every citizen
can live.
Eat.
Sleep.
Dream.
And stand
as a human being
with dignity.
What have we learned?
What is our big 20/20 revision takeaway
from this win/lose
zero-sum failure?
To transparently cooperate
for our most inclusive win/win health
and long-term safety,
economic
and political
and social
and physical
and mental health
resilience
From my own observation,
probably colored
multihued and complexly patterned
by Integral Permaculture Design,
And Community Mediation
for restorative peace resolutions
in perennial win/lose retributive conflict situations,
clashes between conservative LeftBrain dominant
and liberal RightBrain interdependent cultures.
1. To optimize resilience
for at least the next seven generations,
the next 140 years,
bringing us to the year 2160
Here, on our cooperatively co-invested home planet,
we could choose to return to indigenous wisdom,
to include health and safety of our trees,
our neighbors,
rivers,
our soil
our water supply,
our green renewable energy resources,
our fresh and clean river valleyed breezes,
our plants,
our domestic animals,
our wild animal cousins
our sacred EarthMothers.
We do better when our healthy safe priorities
remain broadly contextualized,
less LeftBrain defensive boundaried,
broadening our ecosystemic spatial identities
and deepening our speciated individuation
back through monotheistic/panentheistic history
of this now troubling
post-millennial
StraightWhiteMale privileged
LeftBrain corporately dominant
relentlessly self-promoting
Anthropocene
Predicting unprecedented ecocide,
genocide,
rabid polarization,
economic divestment,
Earth Matricide
and overwhelming
streight white patriarchal political mistrust
During which no healthy democracy
could resiliently endure
as long as our infrastructure,
concrete
steel beamed
bricks and mortar,
budgets and financial planning,
Omit choosing cooperative win/win games
and ecofeminist green co-investment strategies
for health and safety
of our now excluded trees,
plants,
waters,
soil,
planet
EarthTribe
everyday multiculturing
sacredly resonant
creolization liturgies
of LeftBrain verbal co-intelligence
loving RightBrain co-empathic feeling
longing for
co-governing
co-invested
co-empowerment.
As a Politician
to get re-elected
you want the world to love you
as a dictator
ruling your people
you want your country at peace
you can attempt to use force
you can create prisons
to locked up the people
that argue or fight against you
yet how much better
would it be
To rule a country that loved you
to rule a country that adored you
to rule a country that voted for you
that screamed to have you back
Use the methods
rich people use to create wealth
teach your people to invest together
making life easier for themselves
giving them extra income
allowing them to live life
out of debt
invest in building a world of fun
Walt disney invested in disneyland
creating joy for the world
your people could also invest
in creating disney lands
creating work for your people
takes children off the streets
reducing crime
making parents proud
Creating a system
where the people become investors
creates wealth for you country
taking you out of a depression
overcoming the budgets problems
as people become successful
their praise will come to you
their success builds your respect.
im irish
outta new york
your 2 turn in a table
gutter pork
fake brass rings detailing how
wedding ventures
meet her news cow
ill and straight
the dhali llama's
trying to show you
how nazi's brew
throw in one jew
now celebrate the kings wife
she's hung like dmx on top of kobe
these are some objectives and adjectives
help sums grow up
grewsome's is a vowel
mispaced the sentence
outside your lyricist, my old acquaintance
clauses and gangs go back like jezebel
she his daddy, he dont ask for lunch
dumping registers at confession
the worlds gonna die
hes torching fella's
back to the doctoring
thats he has a phd
in patching news in
just as the aorta implodes
now momma's family used to drive mr patton
gotta clue about how robotic his dvr habits
i all alone, my lifes work is about housing laws
just for the hell of it, i'll describe why
people grow up in democracy
get flushed out in american
thats a credit card
nazi's embezzled our granparents with 'em
like holocaust bars
same old owner on the ship
rocking chairs and social security hips
oldest cons in the game
very honest
still nobody to guillotine and blame
his bank account never dark budgets
me im a egotistical calculator in your village
yes im calling because im in crisis
you know theres so much i could do for this world...
please dont hang up....
theres so much i could do for this world if they would only
understand my disabilities
if they would only provide decent housing for the disabled...
please dont hang up
if they would only understand these things...
we are the richest country in the world...
but the government is broke, you say?
gotta build more bombs still?
whats that? you have another call?
please dont hang up
theres so much i could do this world
i could create art, act, and inspire people beyond your wildest dreams
but the governments broke, you say?
gotta keep giving those tyrants money, you know
gotta keep giving the one percent those tax breaks
they are job creators you know
even though i cant find a job
and have a resume that would knock your socks off
whats that? you have to go? budgets are tight and they laid off more crisis
workers?
oh, please dont hang up...
Mr Muldoon the prime minister of New Zealand
from 1975 until 1984 said we need to think big
but I think his ideas nearly crippled the economy
but I also believe he was right we need to think big
but I believe we should also add to this start small
instead of building too much at once
instead of crippling economies
think big start small create budgets that will work
Wet forests don't burn
if we can't depend on the rain
we need to depend on human invention
human ingenuity, think big start small
Instead of putting the ambulance
at the bottom of the Clift
build the fence at the top
build desalination plants
bring water out to the arad land
close to the ocean
reclaim the land turning it into fertile land
slowly overtime keep build until irrigated farms
are no longer dependant on nature
We are human being we have the intelligence
to overcome our problems
if I am only one person, coming up with these ideas,
how much more could you, the other six billion
add to these ideas and improve on these ideas
you have experts in science experts in management
experts in all levels of expertise and experience
using world investment
how much more can you achieve
your world needs your ideas
in a war against poverty
in a war against climate change
we could change, industrial machines
can run off electricity
we do not need to produce carbon waste
we do not need to pollute our environment
I arrived breath away, stepping out of a journey waiting not for fellow passengers with tedious conversations about Hemingway, Trump or AI
hot excitement dissolved into foreboding
pain, then shattered into peace ~ bliss on
cards, an endless journey had end after all
age equalled superfluous suffering
red ticks on calculus examination page
point of Excalibur deadly, yet where I
belonged as spiral, lived a hundred lives
or more of solitude, silence, secrecy
dandelions oracled sacred
yin and yang exploded into nothingness
white black entwined stillness containing
all sound, shadows, twenty four strands
when tabulating male and female
fire flashed into stardust figments
a millionth of a blinking second
whether charioteer voted redhead wily
in a country of dollars or mid-life crisis
cities were questions embedded in olive branches or fleas on poodles barking twirled with archaeologists, crooks, historians
status mattered not here
altars in faraway wonderlands where writers recreated Alice whilst filmmakers negotiated budgets ignorant that movies were magical moments bound in akashic records
here marigolds came before business
Brahman footprints treading Truth tabled
Singularity contained every loop into Void embracing once upon time a leather jacket
journey cracked its own codes crumbled fleshless, as eyes became saucer satellites
explorers, tourists, passengers, all here ~
revelry was lived or meditation mastered
centre point, brilliant or dull, crude or sharp equals zero-one sequences ~ music, sky, planets, charioteer or train passenger
all gifted with a choice … return to Earth
or bathe forever in Centred Bliss
I remember as a child at school drinking those small bottles of milk.
I remember feeling posh wearing a tie made out of silk.
I remember running wild under the sun of long summer days.
I remember meal tickets at school so I could eat and educate my brain.
I remember the Yorkshire hills covered with three feet of snow.
I remember those stuffed snakes at the door to keep the cold winds out.
I remember playing cricket with all the Pakistani boys for days and enjoying every single minute.
I remember using lollipop sticks to make my racing bike sound like it had an engine on it.
I remember the hours of fun we could get out of nothing but our own imaginations.
I remember going into Woolworths to stock up on mixed sweets before the ABC matinee opened.
I remember feeling free and not worrying about Covid
I remember camping at Padstow and the preceding eight hour un air-conned journey.
I remember shaking hands when I said hello to perfect strangers.
I remember the pride of Jessica Ennis winning gold on that magic Saturday for our nation.
I remember England in a time when when work felt secure and stable.
I remember my country when honour, pride and dignity were words with meanings that mattered.
I remember the NHS before it was its budgets were stolen and it’s staff were so cruelly shattered.
I remember feeling good knowing that poorer people could get good state aid
I remember being able to go to university because a grant for me was made.
What the hell happened?