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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.
It's hard to breathe-poor respiration
Stomach hurt due to a combination
Of starvation and constipation
I feel like bad inflation
I need deflation
Get me a doctor to perform the operation
To make it in this world its mad desperation
I refuse to make adaptation to nonsense and instigation
I'm so sweaty more wet than condensation
Precipitation
Evaporation
Body so glossy it's like anatomy lamination
So I dry off like fabrication
I wish I was make-believe like animation
My own choice my own obligation
First start with an observation
Then evaluation
A problem in the atmoshere? Bad radiation
In 360 circulation
Earth's manipulation
Creates a bad situation
For the population
To feel a bad sensation
Like planet domination
Due to poor human reputation
The ultimate retaliation
Is Revelation
...As the #1 selection
Regardless of complexion
Object of every girl's affection
Lookin for the best connection
As a correction
From going in the wrong to right direction
It's like an infection
I want success so bad I get an ********...
In addition
To my subscription
To a perscription
To my addiction
Of the worst possible condition
Avoid the infliction
And affliction
Of pain of a titanic description
So I jail my anger with no jurisdiction
But I still face conviction
For kickin the automobile of anarchy into ignition
Can it lead me to a contradiction
Or a mental restriction
While I sleep I have recognition
I'm not the disease but the cure or is that a premonition
Or Gods intuition...
This is literal
Critical
And pitiful...
Beware we are almost at the completion
Of Earth's depletion
It's no secretion...
Could it be distinction
Or extinction...
From gov't corruption
To volcanic eruption
We are the production
Too late for interruption...
Any confession
Any suggestion
If you want to end the world here's the succession...
In conclusion
This is purely retribution
For distribution
Of pollution
No illusion
No confusion
No dillusion
Just an intrusion
Erase the constitution...
There's no prevention
Of the redemption...
Could chronic stress,
like sleep deprivation,
noise and light and air pollution
also derive
by avoiding barely still alive
high-risk trauma messes?
Sometimes sadly beginning
prior to economic and political puberty
Including multi-generational suppression
misogynistic sex tensions
and monotheistic depression
and homophobic repression,
hateful Othering paranoid impressions,
chronic monocultural climate despair,
uncivil disinvested oppressions
Endarkened
by a popular FirstWorld
anthro-privileged
secularizing, dividing, dissociating
evolutionary theory
of mutual assured predation
damnation
degenerating ecosystemic deflation,
ecocidal extinction
of once sacred synergetic EarthLove
elation
Or at least
co-empowering messianic missions
for restoring EarthJustice
mental ego-health is physical eco-wealth
co-relations.
So, go on
all RightWing
WrongHeaded;
service yourself!
But
I doubt you will find
your God's RightHand solipsism
resiliently satisfying
much less sacredly edifying.
Uncovering ecofeminists
and recovering peace mediators
are done being your ***** punishing bag!
Your indigenous justice
community resonance hag!
Did I hear that out loud?
Oh, any polypathic way,
Does chronic lifetime-anxiety disorder,
win/lose competitive stress,
contribute to multi-generational high-risk trauma histories?
Sometimes beginning long before adult maturing transition
from Either/Or fundamentalist childlike conditions
not Both/And exploring inside/outside
neuro-sensory double-boundaries
in-between healthy, mature win/win resonance
and lose/lose despairing dissonance,
positively and negatively
therapeutically and traumatically
correlated
In older adults
sometimes producing increased market risks
and opportunities of dementia,
with unfortunate paranoid demise
Rather than fortunate co-invested
peaceful
pleasured
mindbody post-traumatic surprise
of warm unconditional outcomes
in win/win Paradise.
Your incarceration
Causes me humiliation
I try my best not to bring it up
But my mind stays in this location
I miss you so much but our relationship has never had a firm foundation
Yes our relationship is just a complication
So what am I to do
You once were good to me
But everything has changed
A mother to me you were but now you are estranged
Maybe prison will change you
Maybe something’s to be arranged
Because of you my mind is now deranged
So now while we both sit staring at wall
I tend to sit and wait for a 877 call
Trying to remember our last interaction but I just can’t quite seem to recall
Went through your things that people treated like a take all
An intense anger that did install
Before and after this incarceration
Our relationship is at a deprivation
Cause to you let’s be honest.. I was never an obligation
As a mother you sent in your resignation
Leaving me to learn how to be patient
I wrote you letters hoping to make your day
But in prison I’m not sure a day can be made
A small piece of writing
a letter written like band aid
Praying to god that behind bars you don’t slowly fade
They said at least a decade
I heard and it felt like I was pushed in the deep end holding bricks I was weighed
Down to the bottom I can’t catch my breath
Yes I am so afraid
Now Having to communicate with people from the past
Needing help to talk to you so on my grudges I place a cast
Seeing old faces and saying let’s get to the point no need to contrast
Our feelings set aside and let’s keep all this off broadcast
Our relationship is unsurpassed
I need this process to move a little fast
So your incarceration
Has caused my heart some deflation
At a point of starvation
For something more than just a blood relation
So now I’ve made it my proclamation
That I will never be something even considered your replication
Sinkin lips
the revolutionary how to overthrow a government will come in handy
and the love letters to protect you of prayers for the matter
what change would do us good?
whose living in a paper bag?
will be something worth saving
its twelve past midnight
in the end you will find me home
Nothing to prove with empty eyes
one day I will write this book
and lead many enlightened beings through
Hush hush hush
Sell the house to go to the school of the streets page by page
flipped out cats?
reveal their surrounding sin riddle and tell them what pages to throw away and
what pages to keep
what are the truth prophecies and what are the fake
but among every possibility and in this game this test of strategy and
foreshadowing of
It was the way he walked
When he walked in
He was like king lear
opportunity to be a zero hero or a hero to pass down and be passed down and
the sucker patrol of nightmares and mindscapes and predicted forthcoming
legacies of self-control
OH NO LOOK OUT!!!!
and deflation of egos
the hurt of it
thousands of you
the beauty the fight
and you think it’s all about you
to sink the drink and leave you taking it
I can taste it
this godly mannered book will catch on
I will write it
I will write it for you
you will desecrate it
With your seamen shoes
And your plastic swords
Kitchen floor angels
and in a time capsule
where every page is in brail
A new ouija board
buried beneath the earth to be dug up it will be published again in centuries to
pass when you think you have it defeated
The big 'R', do you actually know what you're doing
To our week nation,
Absolute panic stations, feckin banter deflation, endless duration
Eternal damnation the foundation, our country's creation.
No shortage of hydration in any location,
Sure isn't Patsy livid, the crops are bad, explicit gyrations.
Sure no wonder there's emigration by the dozen every week,
Has given or society an ugly mutation,
Gets lubrication each day thanks to you.
There's a sad wet dog in the station
Contemplating rotation.
You rain on our frustration, wash our sins for we have
Offended out of hatred and vexation,
All we're looking for is some compensation.
Rosary beads in homes nationwide and Bridie is saying the rosary
For a chance of salvation, god love her she's my relation.
The forecast gives us the temptation to believe,
Subtle touch of authority has us buying flip-flops, frustration.
We have brain cells you know, we give into temptation,
Because in this situation we can find our own destination.
Just sayin aviation is our saving grace from drowning captivation,
And there's as much chance getting compensation
from you as we are from a cheap flight cancellation.
Rain we've had enough, because we're ready to make a revelation
And through your bitter tears you'll hear our declaration.
We're out for palpitation then leave you to your desperation,
Because as a population, it's our dedication, inspiration and vegetation
That are emanating through your drops of dislocation.
Listen to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans
wavering white noiselessness
of silent futile passing
Absence of passion
hope
care
happiness
or creased
and reasoned
nearing deceased sadness.
Hear this void of madness,
lack of hunger
or parched thirst
for conversation
splendid nutrition
scandalous emission
empowering immigration
enlightened emigration
or angry fear emanation
of forced solitude migration
Into mortal loss
of sensory reception
political deception
economic perception
theistic inception
septic conception.
Smell nothing.
Taste everything
becomes dust
delustered rust
lust for transcendent
disembodied consummation
omnipresent transportation
omniscient evaporation
full latitude
for fragrance-free
plastic platitudes
feckless attitudes
disdainful blows
against further fertile emanations.
Sing where nothing
settles into rounding octave rings
to never
ever want to dance
in robust spirals
forming springs
Against depressions
felt repressions
thought impressions
known suppressions
unheard deflation
worn through integration
transcultural conflation
Of pantheistic elegant circling Zeroes
absorbed by a monstrous
monopolistic silent
slick supreme One
Listening to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans,
white emptiness
of silent
restless passing.
Glare at isolation.
Rake loneliness in.
Sleep with solitude
if you dare
to care
and share
yet without an inch
or squeezed moment
to spare.
I resist the urge to write of what I allegedly know for I am unsure of where I gathered the information and therefor unsure of whether I know it or not. As you can see this poses a strange conundrum as I may be beating a dead horse leaving me with the confusing dilemma of explaining why I beat the horse to death in the first place. Granted it is a metaphorical horse and as such was given life through my personification of its being and undoing. Thus, I keep it in the bath tub for use as a subtly stupid response to inquiries such as “how’s it going”and “what’s new”, to which I reply: “There’s a dead horse in my bathtub”.
I once knew that 2 plus 2 equaled 4. Not so sure anymore as I never accounted for inflation, deflation, tariffs, or the rising heat index as the planet shrinks and the stock marked rates crypto currency and jelly beans have been outlawed. Remember, penny candy, jelly beans, paper with sticky sugary dots, Mary Jane’s. Probably not. But I digress as presently you can’t get a thought for a penny as in “a penny for your thoughts”. It now requires filling out a 12 page terms and conditions document and a 25 dollar filing fee. This may account for the reason so many are presently thoughtless or worse yet that when one person has a thought so many grab onto it and repeat it parrot-like until they start to argue over who’s thought it is or was. This usually engenders a plethora of lawsuits over the violation of someone’s “intellectual” rights.
The opposite of life
is death
The polar opposite of eternal health
is terminal disease,
with unease perhaps lying/truthing
in-between timelessness
and untimely demise
So too,
my opposite of steady compassion
may be your unsettling dispassion
Elation v deflation
of all these oppositional answers above
as clear
as unclear appositional questings
below.
What is my opposite of suicide?
Self promotion?
Ego inflation?
Having all my consuming needs
fully answered?
Or
maybe some uneasy questing
timeless mind
and spacious body
in-between healthy Now
And death-defying
death-denying
death-defining
death-despairing
death-despoiling
AnthroLove Here
Remains part of EarthLife There
whenever tomorrow comes
Now?
As Me curiously questioning
feels like our lonelier half
of We not yet
finally answering?
What could appositionally rebalance
death's final answering Earth-climate
and life's open questioning Anthro-culture?
What is the opposite of lively ruminations
and deadly ideations?
What lies contentious truths contenting,
In-between EarthBody's discommunication
desecrating death
and AnthroMind's sacred communion life?
collects his benefits from hole in the wall
Luck is on his side, that's his school of thought
His mate has given him a hot tip, good man Paul
the stable lad, he's in the know well he ought
Because he said put your shirt on this one
A racing certainty, can't lose, a walk over,
He enters the bookies, nothing can go wrong,
Writes his betting slip, looking over his shoulder,
Planning to double his money, odds not too long,
Five minutes to the start, he counts his returns
In his head, stalls are being loaded, starter ready
Flag drops stalls open, there off, his stomach churns,
hustling and bumping for position, he feels unsteady,
He's watching the race but his mind begins to wonder
Starts thinking what treats to buy for his three kids
A lovely bouquet of flowers for his devoted woman
Get a take away, perhaps a Chinese sticky spare ribs
Things will be great when this racing certainty comes in
Then shouts from other punters, roaring get in my son
Then came the realisation, devastation, deflation,
No such thing as a racing certainty, all his money gone.