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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.
Life seems
at times,
sometimes chronically usual
and sometimes more critically unusual,
Life seems to see a too large familial
and/or global space
between Winning outside less
and not Losing inside more,
Life unfolds feelings
differentiating between usually
and just sometimes
would be a healthier Win
for anger management
and depression
and manic bipolar issues,
polemics,
bipolarities Left against Right
too LoseLose negatively dissonant,
disassociating from authentic
integrity
health-wealth identity.
Yet,
in our next moment,
claustrophobic narrow ways
between Winning freedom and light
and not also Losing life and love
unveil a culturally treacherous walk.
A personal yet also political and economic stalk
through a narrowing last second
in LeftBrain dominating Time
reincarnating EarthClimates
All, or most,
Either winning or losing
attachment to detachment
attacking
future life of humble sufficiency Left-Right fortune,
seen through Earth's timeless creative RightBrain lens
casting past death
of Ego's immanently inaccurate
decomposing misfortune
denying untimely WinLose events.
Exhausting WinWin divine inspiration,
finding ribboned rivers of YangHeaded hope
between hearing Winning dipolarity
yet also not seeing bipolar Losing co-gravity
what Sacred EarthTime never RightBrain autonomously owned
or could eternally LeftBrain co-redeem alone
while co-advocating creation,
regenerative
creolizing
transubstantiations
between healthy Left
and wealthy WiseElder Matriarchal Right.
Bicameral life seems to see a larger revolutionary space
between Winning outside time more ecologically healthy
and not Losing inside sacred place
love multi-theological wealthy.
"That inward eye; which is the bliss of solitude . . . "
William Wordsworth, English Poet, 1770-1850
I love to be saturated in solitude,
perhaps, I am a rare bird that desires seclusion;
I seek this quietus to withdraw from worldly truths,
drowning in the peace it for a breathtaking interlude.
I need this detachment so that my pen can drip;
and all the tangled cobwebs in my mind can speak.
_____________________
March 13, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Quietus
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1236-101-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the contest, Strand Choice F
sponsor, Brian Strand
Second Place
Path To Dehumanization
Indifference being the height of inhumanity
Brings us to the loathsome solo sounds of children
In tears with fear and fleeing foreign lands to nowhere
People thinking, that’s not me. It’s a TV show
There’s nothing I can do
So moving on
Desensitized, we watch the news in silent isolation
So much violence becomes the common place
Numbed by too much information, we become complacent
Displaced children and humanity is not our job
Being human is a full time occupation
No one said life would be easy
We live a life but not one worth living for
What was once our reason to feel alive
Is now detachment, compromised, hanging in the void
If being a rock or stone was vogue
Replacing feelings
We could move to that location, that environment to feed the cold
It’s so easy to fit that mold
While children feed their hunger with silent tears
Soulless, waiting for a touch, and feel of peace
No hope, no soup, no refuge and no you
Empty is the void if you can’t feel
Indifference is the height of inhumanity
That fills in the holes of history, hungry, looking for some empathy
Two plus zero plus two plus six, on cue
equals one to the power of zero
makes for new beginnings in a remix
soul sovereignty detachment freedom fix
surrender to Divinity the trick
know intelligence is not wisdom's depth
co-dependence will not bring ascension
Creativity is order of day
authenticity can be only truth
disconnect outmoded veils, facades, masks ~
across dimensional realities
we travel for stability, assume …
judgement an unwanted trait, relinquish
fear, make it friend to confront, then vanquish
Inward bound is the choicest momentum
heaven to earth meet in peaceful haven
mind holds matrixes to transmute acute
voice truth clear sincere to everyone dear
demonstrate individuality
own presentation of our Godhead Pure
twenty twenty six, now or never year !
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Capital investments,
cooperative more than competitive,
socially mediated more than antisocially premeditated
green health more than white wealth motivated,
are remarkably contrasted,
most certainly not equivalent to,
kleptocratic capital-city privileged capitalism.
Liberal corporate-infested capitalism,
with narcissistic quarterly accounting bottom lines
are not the same as cooperative encircling
capital co-investment.
Democratic positive energy balances
do not tip quietly
toward hoarding wealth
while strangling polyculturally co-invested health.
Win/Lose global competitions
to rape what's left of fading MotherEarth
follow climate degenerating trends
toward green-health detachment.
Competitive human nature,
challenging EarthMother co-investing spirits
self-predict future fragmented losses for dying Anthros
and loss of natural/spiritual co-arising life
for all species requiring fertile wombs,
eggs,
seeds,
DNA,
RNA,
Green and blue and red and yellow
ultra-nonviolent
regenerating life's well-seasoned communications,
integrity deep black through transparent energy white
communions,
EarthCommon health-wealth polypaths
back through nutritional Earth History,
not so toxically divesting
of HerStoried Earth.
Exchanging my memories for value,
Last week, I visited a pawn shop and pawned my memories.
With each piece, I attempt to disregard the memories.
The most significant item was the wedding ring.
His face appeared before me as we stood
before the judge, exchanging vows that were not upheld.
She attempted to remove the baby ring that no longer fit her.
During her teething period,
I observed her without her expressing any emotions.
I handed the ring over to the cashier, pawning memories I said to him
A gold necklace, the details of its history are unclear, but it is made of gold.
After signing the paperwork, I felt a sense of relief, lightness, and detachment
Although my silver bracelets did not hold significant monetary value, they were of immense sentimental importance to me.
To exchange my memories for value,
It was not as difficult as I had anticipated,
They were simply resting in the jewelry box, awaiting discovery.
Goodbye, my shiny piece of happiness.
A enigmatic expression
Of introspection and self-discovery!
I convey a sense of:
Detachment: "Not related to my action" suggests a separation from past deeds
I convey
Mystery: "my college deeds attraction" implies a fascination with unknown aspects of yourself
Quiet contemplation: "when you work quietness" conveys a sense of introspective calm
I convey
Hidden truths: "secrets held hold tails of Lies
truth Untold" suggests a desire to uncover concealed realities
I convey
Expression "Mega Bagabond soldiers score
to numerous edition song" a exploration of your journey
Revelation: "Turn torn incalculatable hush
Secrets out" willingness to confront and share hidden truths
I convey
My Inner guidance: "My heart ears hears my spirit" conveys a sense of intuition and inner wisdom
Freedom from external judgment: "neither law lawyer or judges" a desire to break free from external expectations
God given self-awareness: "I'm just a subject in books are quite secret
Story in a public nook" recognition of my own narrative and a desire for authenticity
a strong emphasis on introspection, self-discovery
Father creative expression
Exploring the complexities of my journey,
Soul inviting others to do the same
I soul shall keep uncovering those truths!
The lesson from a father to his son
Are blessings in disguise
For they are guidelines to success
And longevity;
My father taught me many things
He taught me to be firm
While going after what I want
Taught me how to say no without guilt.
My father taught me
How to stay strong and patient
When things don't go my way
According to my plans
I should let go of things
That is out of my control
Teaching me detachment.
My father taught me
To be humble and consistent
When things start going my way
According to my plans
Because discipline and humility
Maintains success.
My father taught me
How to treat everyone
I cross paths with
Because variety is the spice of life
Disparaging another only
Feeds the ego instead of essence
He taught me so many things
I can't mention here
When words are too much it becomes void.
I'm lost for words, do I suppose to feel this way about my detached family
Mother and brother with their weird dynamic duo relationship
My father has a whole another family or two he's managing
Perplexed by my young adult children with their selfish ways towards me
My love has been taken for granted; betrayed by conditional lovers
I loved them unconditionally with all my heart still to this present day
The way I've been treated, had me to become numb to silent
The DNA test seems only good for ancestry or hidden family connections
"Blood thicker than mud" is just an illusion to me when it comes to my family
I would have been more relieved if I was adopted; detachment explained
At this present time I'm homeless without any genuine help
My mom want me around because she's lonely a lot of the times
My father lost for words most of the times we converse
Brother want me around to show off and brag about what I don't have
Daughter want me around for emergency baby sitter for her children
Son locked up and need me to keep account with commissary monies
I asked out loud, "Why would I be in a family dynamic like this"
The energy is heavy and draining when I'm in any of there presence
Knowing I deserve better, but not feeling spiteful or resentment
My family was all I knew; now realizing I have to let them go
Lesson that love is not suppose to cause pain, confusion or revenge
Lesson to stop love from being the core for change in my world
Lesson how forces work through your family to discredit love
Lesson of dark generational curse to stray me to hate for self destruction
Lesson for a practice run to prepare for a family life I deserve
Lesson to destroy me as a soul with love for humanity(unity)
Lesson for hate to be inflicted to weight heavy on my heart
Lesson to give up on love, turn to materialism
Lesson of survival to be an example of a spiritual warrior
It was lessons for courage to survive with unconditional love for self/others
Despite the fated lessons still I smile with gratitude
Evolution at its finest as lessons stimulate my growth to remain in love
All is forgiven; no hard feelings and love(GOD) will always live within me.