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socialism communism fascism despotism
buddhism catholicism hinduism zoroastrianism
territorialism colonialism imperialism expansionism
positivism relativism behaviorism existentialism
adventurism escapism negativism nihilism
puritanism fanaticism extremism terrorism
sexism chauvinism ultra-nationalism jingoism
hedonism epicureanism ~ stoicism asceticism
patriotism heroism altruism idealism
activism idealism individualism exceptionalism
atheism deism monotheism paganism
optimism pessimism cynicism romanticism
atheism secularism humanism utopianism
hypnotism mysticism exorcism surrealism
~ and what if there were a schism in each and every 'ism!'
You were named
to seduce hope.
Erik the Red
sold you with a lie.
Green land
for frozen bones.
Once unwanted.
Now desired.
Not for love.
For power.
Not for people.
For position.
America looks at you
with hungry eyes.
Not with respect.
With appetite.
But land
is not meat.
And nations
are not for sale.
You belong
to your people.
To your history.
To your scars.
Colonialism, they said,
was buried.
But greed
does not die.
It only
changes flags.
Gandhi warned us:
Need is human.
Greed is a curse.
When resources shrink,
brothers become enemies.
And friendship
turns into strategy.
America,
you were meant
to be a guide.
But you stagger
like a drunk father—
loud, lost,
and dangerous.
Europe,
do not sleep
inside borrowed safety.
The one who guards you
today
may test you
tomorrow.
Power never loves.
It calculates.
And history has taught us:
When empires hunger,
even brothers
become prey.
What do these share,
in common meta-euphoric relationship?
Dignity
Destiny
Dignified Destiny
PreDestined Dignity
Humanity
Integrity
Humane Integrity
Integral Humanity
Spirituality
Ego-Elasticity
Spiritual EgoElasticity
EcoElastic Spirituality?
And how, naturally,
And why, spiritually,
And when
and where
are these so essentially different?
If they are
or ever were
and must be
diverse facets
of natural synergy
and integral spirituality.
We often speak up
and out
for healthy destiny of humanity
but do we also make some sense
projecting wealthy humanitarian destinations
on Earth's resilient integrity?
And so strong hearted minds
and mind full compassioned hearts
go back and for
flowing in and out functions
Either/Or discontinuous
analogous frequencies
for integral Both/And
metaphoric probabilities
For avoiding toxic LeftBrain dominant
-isms:
Sophism
Capitalism
Nihilism
Sexism
Racism
Colonialism
is not BiCameral MultiCulturality,
Egoism
is not BiLateral Eco-NonToxicity,
Pessimism
is not Ego/Eco-binding
political Optimism,
Ageism
is not resilient Civility,
Nationalistic Patriotism
is not EarthTribe Matrioticity,
Heterosexism,
like Patriarchalism,
too long cancerously embodied
in NonCatholicity,
is not compassionate Christianity,
Evangelicalism
and its monoculturing
StraightWhite MisBegotten punishing god
of universal capital-infested evil,
remain oppressively stuck up
in a devolutionary decaying Tree
of unlovable NonLivability.
What is this LeftBrain dominant-ism
if not also deductive Either Orism
Without RightBrain co-arising
inductive Both/Andicity?
Authenticity
Integrity
Synergy
Felicity
Flexibility
Community
NonMendacity
Nutritionality
Levity
Beauty
Truth We See
Complicitly
I grew up blind
The kind that fades away with the gaping eye of knowledge
word on the tip of every patriotic tongue was independence
Little did my shut brain know, sham was a better word for it
The physicality was removed, that is certain
But ideas and creeds are still sung, venerating them
It’s as if our souls were trained for the job-faultlessly
Yet freedom is cried out from the fantasy of the beholder
How could it be that they quantify us unchained?
When the model of sophistication and elegance embellished
Fall in the wondrous sculpture molded of anything but our culture
Language is deemed "uncouth,” evermore forgotten as ancestral splendor
Colonialism ended to let on a superior beneficial exploitation
What better shrewdness than one concocted in plain sight?
We’ve seen their pockets outgrow them with our gold, our dignity
While we’re outran by their wars, and still, we grow old-blind
I'm reading "Daring Democracy,"
Frances Moore Lappe and Adam Eichen,
noticing here too
racial justice glops onto EarthJustice.
This isn't news,
although maybe gospel GoodNews,
that polycultural regenerativity
and multicultural democratic health
are two reverse faces
of White
and Climate
Fragility,
In turn,
the ancient green health/wealth Face
resisting white nation-state western privilege,
militarism
colonialism
patriarchalism
nature/spirit dualism
fundamentalism
Anti-evangelical multicultural health,
regenerative wealth.
I lay my Daring Democracy paperback aside
lost in wonder
how we ever could imagine
degenerative monocultural elitism
as more worthy of a healthy democratic republic
than regenerative polycultural privilege
of sacred grace
Equally true
and cause for gratitude
whether atheist,
and/or monotheist,
and/or polytheist,
and/or pantheist,
and/or panentheist,
and/or ecologist,
and/or co-redeemer for EarthJustice.
Luanda 1975
It was a fraught time in Luanda, the rebel army (freedom fighters)
was closing in on Luanda, leaving civilians exposed
to rape, murder and pillage.
The Portuguese army had dastardly skulked away and
General Spinola was in Lisbon playing politics
Colonialism was over, but there was fear of its ending
when hatred had to be sated.
Among the white population, there was a fatalistic mien
drowning their fear like the sinking Titanic, loud music, booze
and dancing, everything to live a little longer.
Then came the Germans (foreign legion) took charge
staved off the incoming, undisciplined riff-raff army
long enough for people to get on ships and planes to get
the hell out; as for the Germans found their way out to
South Africa.
The aftermath:
When hatred of the colonials subsided, the new Angola
found they needed the know-how of the settlers they
were invited back.
Today, thousands of Portuguese live to thrive in harmony
with the black population,
In the afternoon while the parliament was in session
a loud explosion could be heard at the police
headquarters in the city
the television station was taken captive
and simultaneously terrorists made their
way inside where important debates
were made in the interest of the nation
Soon after the television screen was tuned in
to a live broadcast that the island had been seized
while part so the city were shown on fire
coming from the police headquarters
over one hundred masked men stormed
the red house and disrupted
the business of the day
the lead terrorist began to speak on
the station and said that the government
was held at gunpoint and no one
could come outside
At the time thirty six member of parliaments
were forced to lie on the ground and surrender
to the demands of the terrorists
for seventy-two hours no one was allowed
to leave the building and the police
had no choice but to allow the terrorist demands
to bare light for the nation to respond
when the terrorist realized that they
had no where to go
they soon surrendered their weapons
and gave way to the police to have
it their way
during the ordeal a few innocent lives
were lost including policemen on duty at the time
and some innocent civilians
Fortunately no parliamentarian were harmed
except for their moment during the time of captivity
A lot of time was spent negotiating with the
terrorists for a plot of land they were occupying
at the time which the government believed
was falsely acquired and their were insufficient
reason to believe that their occupancy was
legally justified
A twin island state with just over 1.3 million people
comprising white, black and colored citizens.
A small nation born out of colonialism
where slavery and indentureship was
forced upon a society once ruled
under the British
The country had not to long gained
its independence and the law of the land
had insufficient evidence to support
their claim
After due consideration the terrorists
had to serve some time in prison
while the government had no choice
but to allow the land in dispute
to be retuned to the terrorist
since it was part of the agreement
that was agreed upon to resolve the
situation at the time.
Mexico claims part of Texas as its own
Calls to invade the Lone Star State have lately grown
Long-time Texans can hardly believe their ears
This issue has been decided for many years
But on Christmas night, Mexican gangs
roamed Texan border towns, seeking Texans to hang
They killed 2,000, then raped some more
took others hostage, about twelve score
Joe B., furious, ordered an all-out assault
He'd show those Mexicans who was at fault
Not so fast, progressive Democrats said
There was 'context' to the border assault, and the 2,000 dead
In fact, the Mexicans were the unlucky victims of systemic racism
not to mention decades of oppression and neo-colonialism
Since the 1850's the Mexicans had suffered, the Left said
'Twas a heinous crime for 'Genocide Joe' to kill them dead
So, Joe B. caved, and gave the 'conquistadores' their reward
Over their new border inside Texas, all their 'amigos' poured...
What would you do
if you turned a new page
on the past,
and it begins rewriting
that moment?
What would you think
if yesterday’s song of victory
is suddenly replaced
by emotional cries
and vulnerability?
I slid down the pavement of history,
where the marks of freedom disappear
into the cyclone of neo-colonialism,
and I hear only one word:
“Our land is poor.”
I hear other voices telling their people
to dig through my spine
because I am rich from the inside.
My people shout and brag about the weather
and the riches I possess,
yet they are blinded by the beauty
of others.
None of them wants to use my wealth;
they exchange it for a handshake
and a single stick of cigarette,
followed by a disguised smile
wrapped in jealousy
on the foreigner’s face.
I left my level and climbed the mountain
back to the foot.
I placed a mirror before me
and saw a black, shining reflection.
Maybe this is why I am Africa,
or perhaps it is the reason
my people admire others so much—
the reason I am being sold away.
Every people must love and protect
their own,
but my people’s love and protection come
only when I am beaten and outsmarted
by others.
They do not value the tears
that run from Lake Victoria
to the foreign lands
of the Mediterranean Sea.
I cry for the life of my people.
I walked through the farrows
on the sugar cane estate
while the arrows were in bloom
yet I felt the pain in my heart
to witness the sweat and tears
as my brothers and sisters
barefooted work the land
Barely to meet their demands
they toil tirelessly in order
for their children to have
an education and to better
themselves that they
will grow up to understand
what it means to practice
the truth through life
When I realized it will take
more than courage to fight
like a lion I made a commitment
upon myself to lift
the yoke of sacrifice
and move forward despite
the obstacles I must face
to complete the dream
A land rich in nature
under the beams of sunlight
and yet broken by fragments
of shallow minds
kept us in darkness
unable to free ourselves
from the chains of duality
that burns with the passing
of time to make the change
and create a better tomorrow
I listened to the whispers
of silence from within my soul
crying out for justice
that the wealth of the nation
be shared equally
and not to divide that will
cause harm to weaken
a society born out of
colonialism where there
were little choice of freedom
to move forward
To see the pain and anger
buried beneath the soil
as though the quest for hope
never existed all before
with the mantle of faith
and trust in a God
I continued with every breath
to make proud
the children of tomorrow
better themselves in knowledge
to grow wise and become
great leaders by what they
must strive towards
My pray will be answered
because I believe in righteousness
and self-discipline
which I carry as a weapon
no one can remove
which I am fortunate to have
as a lamp before my feet
to move through the darkness
and to overcome every fear
that rest in my mind.
shaped with the words
I use to illustrate the universal
thought
which passes through my mind
to express myself clearly
without any mistake to grow.