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Hiking a dry creek bed, at the mountain's base
I happened on an old grist mill, a prisoner
of time, serving life in isolation.
A few rotten boards scattered about
was all that remained of it's dilapidated Norse wheel
The broken millstone lay silent on it's bed
the thick green ivy walls, closing in.
Guarded by giant pin oaks and river ash,
yet one could easily see evidence of visitors.
I was trespassing, not on land
but on another time, another's dream.
What was most likely, once a busy road
for horse drawn wagons had become
a clearing for utility poles and wires
I did not enter but I stood there
envisioning yesterday. mountains on both sides,
creek of fresh running water and the
serenity of this lush mountain valley.
Then cynically muttered,..."Progress"
5/27/2018
Everlasting war
The new normal in the twentieth century is war
it has continued without a break a perpetual machine
of mass killing, someone somewhere must see
war as a business in which every country has a bloody hand.
Politicians, the handmaiden for manufacturers
of weaponry claim, they only sell the weapon for peaceful
means this as bombs fall in Yemen.
The Afghan war against the Taliban has lasted 17 years
and will not end before all foreign troops leave,
but the war continues, and the poppy fields bloom.
Many smaller countries in UN see, it cynically, as a training
ground for officers and they know well
the Taliban cannot be defeated on the battlefield that
have no lines of combat against the Peshawar people
who fights for freedom, but we chose not to see this.
On an island in a bloody river the count not corpses but the money they make.
They felt elated, walking
on the grainy golden sand,
Hand in hand occasionally
Stealing a passionate kiss.
The evening’s first star shone
So luminous and bright.
The sea was so calm that night.
Little did they know
What was to befall them!
They found a secluded cove.
Love was abundant all around,
Until the earth shook in a quake.
Large tsunami waves
Carried them to their demise.
The ambulance came.
The nurses identified the corpses.
There they were on the beach
Still in a sweet embrace.
Must have been that freak tsunami
Someone wise said.
Another asked cynically.
Do ghosts still make love?
The lost tribe
Holocaust, the ongoing tragedy
this time, it is the Palestinians who are victims
from a tribe that has learned that if one has
to survive, they must be ty, able to tell
lies and cynically plays on Europe's
common guilt
The people of Israel took it upon themselves
to emulate their former tormentors
tries to eradicate the Palestinians from
the face of the earth
The better-educated youth of today
will not let them, while corrupted elders
stay silent.
Israel's hatred will corrupt them
they will sink into nihilism
dust upon dust, a better story was possible
greed, arrogance, and vanity
is destroying the tribe
There will never be a great Israel
I once heard,
Hope is what can positively happen
after listening to all the realistic facts
and then continuing in good faith anyway.
I also heard,
Cynicism about others,
like narcissism about oneself,
is sadly generative,
expansively powerful,
contagious
Just as hope about others
and compassion with oneself
are happily generative,
exponentially win/win contagious.
Both negative and positive attitudes are generative,
but hope is cooperatively regenerative
while external cynicism,
like internal narcissism,
like ecopolitical fascism,
is degenerative,
competitively contagious,
inviting a long, slow, painful
lose/lose death.
Cynicism flirts with Lose/Lose outcomes
projections
often escalated by competing
"If you think that's horrible enough,
listen to this terrifying
or merely titillating tale..."
Despite our broken
wounded
depressing cynically competing natures
and narcissistic nurtures
of Business As Usual stories of competing
capital-hoarding ego-centrism,
Active 2020 hope looks for WinLeft/WinRight options,
plans,
eco-operatively reassociating
mutual ego-healing
across all multicultural
and polypathic
non-sectarian
good-faith systems,
cooperatively-owned nutritional networks.
Cynicism projects Earth's LoseLose demise.
Scepticism questions, doubts, humanity's WinLose economy
could ever become a long-term healthy trajectory.
Optimism actively hopes a short-term investment
in egocentric deflation, dis-investment, detachment
will lead to long-term Lose to Win
healthier egocentric evolution
some other climate darkening day.
WinWin optimization
cooperatively goodfaiths (gospels), mentor
models short-term through long-term compassionate ecstasy
restoring peace and holistic justice
Green sanctuary 2020 left/right
yang/yin
universal/unitarian (not fragmentarian) revolutions,
regeneration/degeneration options
every bicameral day
every binomial ego/eco-where
with every one
regathering bilateral interior-beliefs
compassioning exterior-behavior.
Regenerate hope is what happens
after listening to all the RealTalk
co-operating healthy passions
any way
any time
any where
everyday.
When we communicate aggressively,
cynically narcissistic
about Earth's WinWin historical healthy wealth, ongoing
slow-grown into our great grandchildren's regenerative future,
We abandon globally universal passions
for mutual care-giving and receiving
ego and eco-therapeutic cooperative missions,
We do not intend for the ego-messenger
to be ignored,
emotion un-intelligently shot down
along with our LeftBrain too dominant
unilateral,
sometimes too aggressively monocultural
privileged messages.
We're often mis-communicating mortally-wounded humans,
whose ancestors have bicamerally reproduced resilient regenerations
more than cognitively affective degenerative wounds.
Instead, intending to communicate through communion gestalts
despite flawed WinLose ego-messengers
still longing to make enthymematically nice
polypathic WinWin eco-messages,
Healthy wealth engorged,
DNA vulcanizing,
creolizing,
affluent effluent rooted Elder RightBrain stem
branching non-sectarian networks
leafing non-violent webs
budding non-competitive WinWin economies
seeding co-passionate
co-arising dipolar
Here/Now
SpaceTime ZeroZones
both resilient and resonant,
both health and wealth co-passionate messages
Paid forward
through all affluent history with effluent herstory integrity
to speak enthymematic yang-cause with yin-infective solidarity
Positive 1s co-passioning bilateral 0-Zones
Informed by Earth's healthiest well-being
this democratic energy-balancing
emergent WinWin green integral
not merely psychological
and not unjustly eco-political day.
Sophie should stop singing soprano!
Screaming. Squealing. Screeching. Shrieking. Shrill.
She should surely see she starts Shirley squirming.
Stephen shudders, saying, ‘Send Sophie south soon.’
Sarah secretly smirks – she’s so sarcastic sometimes!
Sophie should sing softly, sweetly, sexily.
She should stop singing soprano…
She had to go far, far away
To save their ears from further harm.
Or they would seal her mouth with tape.
Perhaps she’d fit in on a farm…
Although, she came back later that day -
Because she’d stopped singing, she said.
Cynically, they bought ear plugs.
‘Don’t be silly,’ she said. ‘I won’t sing a note.’
Enough to say, it didn’t last…
The dream was of me
I dreamt off me in my dream
It was fearfully dreadful a dream
Long ago was the day of my last dream
Before the dream that came knocking on me
Startled still, as I opened up myself for it
Then comes the dream in a dreamy toga.
They were many of them gathered
Gathered only in one accord accordingly
Like the disciples of Jesus Christ of the then
In front of a room just like the upper room
Some in their usual ape-like suite with a tie
Others in Babariga ;Ankara ; Damask ;Lab coat
Pretending to be engrossed with something
Giggling with a mischievous stern look.
In one accord they all nodded cynically
Mimicking no one but the Agama lizard
It was of me they discussed endlessly
Still refusing to leave the only path
That leads to the other world of light
From the darkness we were plunged into
They scornfully displayed the key before me
It was the key to the other world of light.
Tiredness suddenly zoom off me
As I regain my strength to continue to
Force my way out, off the men who held sway
For several moons only in darkness in a garden
Meant to be of light en-route knowledge.
Alas! My freedom came like a proverbial thief
The king of the jungle only in the dark.
For the misfit mistaken as men in our garden of light
They were swept off the ground, nurtured, captured
And ruptured into the dustbin of history,
As I regain freedom from the shackles of their fiefdom,
I shared the dream of me with other dreamers
That was me in my dream.
Alayande Stephen.T
13th,July,2006 , 9.49pm
Do they still dig up bodies from
The killing Fields of Flanders,
Bones of those long ago
Enticed and betrayed,
Lost generation, sold and
Slaughtered for no real cause.
Do they inter those bodies
Amongst the precise rows
Of immaculate graves,
Each topped wth it’s
Serene white cross marked
With Number Rank Name,
Or the Unknown Soldiers tombs
For those as yet unidentifed,
Those treated as cannon fodder,
The Butchers’ Bill in life,
To be shamelessly and cynically
Too late honoured in death.
Did they learn any lessons,
Were promises made kept
Or are those Fields of Crosses
Just a sad and mute reminder
Of how easily it could and
Does happen again and again.
Once a year they parade their
National outpourings of grief
While, from the latest leaders
Crocodile tears shed as they take
Their annual break from Calculating
The continued profits of death
Your help empowers their hope,
your hope enlightens their help.
Your help empowers their health,
your health enlightens their help.
Hopeful trust thrives healthier
than trauma-terrorized
cynically vengeful distrust.
This is not a mental health
nor a political science
nor a religious
nor a sex therapist
secret.
Why does this same health-receiving and care-giving connection
seem so disconnected in our capital-fueled
straight white exclusive male ownership
historically dominant
public service business sector?
Governing
our tribal reds v blues,
our ungreen town halls,
bored with multicultural
inter-religious
compassionate reading and writing
and nonverbal communication
Co-empathic
FatherSun enlightened
EarthMother empowering
win/win cobinary
co-intelligent
indigenous wisdom education.
Actively curious care-giving,
compassionately pleasing peaceful pleasure,
enlightens economic co-investment
and democratically cooperative health,
further expanding boundaries of co-empathic trust.
Competing despairs of economic and political
financial and social dissociative dissonance,
violent irreligious discommunication,
decays into mutually assured destruction,
unweaving healthy fabrics
Of God's mind-passion
and Gaia's body-pleasure
coming from
and powering toward
a global green
resiliently wealthy
polyculturally curious
compassionate care-giving
Whole Holy EarthTribe EcoSystem
Within which
it is no anthropocentric secret
that unitarian care-giving
empowers universal health-receiving.