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I used to be into politics,
I would shout loud, and chant, and march,
believed we could change everything
if only we could be in charge.
Get new blood into hallowed halls,
the old paradigms we’d wreck,
but neither me nor anyone
could foresee what would happen next.
See a senator from Ohio
got thrown clear off a speed-boat,
before anyone could get to him
he’d drowned in the water below.
He had just begun his first term,
and had served for only a year,
but when a new election was called
the strangest of things did appear…
The senator’s ghost, sat at his desk,
shimmery, but still clear as day,
through the stunned expressions of shock
the senator had this to say:
“Did you think I would give this up?
My campaign cost forty million,
you think death would keep me from this?
Heck no! I will finish out my run.
“Besides, where is it ever said
in that great document of ours
that a ghost can’t serve constituents?”
The truth of this had us alarmed.
So we turned to the court system
to try and clear up this whole mess,
they scoured the Constitution,
then admitted with much duress
that no power had government
to keep spirits from taking their pace,
if the citizens voted for him
then he was free to participate.
This ruling opened up flood gates,
the ultimate incumbency,
the pols were all so power-mad
that they never left this Earthly scene.
One-by-one they would all die off,
then reappear as a ghostly form,
to be elected back to their seat,
and before long this was the norm.
And now, thirty years afterwards,
a tipping-point has been reached,
Ectoplasmic-Americans
now hold enough seats to impeach!
Advisors now say to hopefuls
you don’t have a chance until you’re dead,
except if there’s a haunting scandal,
then maybe you’ll get elected.
Needless to say the youth turnout
has plummeted all across the land,
and at rallies the pols no longer
even attempt to shake your hands.
Everyone can see the future,
it looks exactly like today,
same names, same faces, and same lies,
but them wasn’t it always this way?
Though if they’re all remaining here,
not going to the afterlife,
then Heaven has no politicians…
It really will be a paradise!
There seems to be a trend these days,
an obsession with novelty,
and like most bad things of this age
it is traced back to the sixties,
at least the latest form of it,
for in truth, it’s always plagued us,
I’m talking about those who jump
on the newest and latest cause.
It’s really kind of a fetish,
this whole-hog embrace of the new,
that newer is always better,
too many accept this as true.
Whether they call themselves ‘progressive,’
a term wrapped in sheer arrogance,
or whether it is just their youth
that makes them hate all before them,
the fact is they misunderstand
the role that a new idea plays,
and have long failed to realize
the value of ideas that stay.
A tradition only exists
because time has shown it too work,
and human nature doesn’t change,
so ignoring this only hurts.
We saw it with socialism,
the dawning of a ‘better age,’
one hundred million dead later,
and still some fools will sing it praise.
And how many utopians
built communities to do right,
only to collapse in squabbling,
the once peaceful cause now a plight.
And how many revolutions
in art or film or music came,
only to die off in a week,
or come out sounding much the same?
How many countless Holy Men
had proclaimed that they have ‘the way,’
only to end up starting cults,
and with fool woman have their play?
Our ancestors called us tragic,
bound up by our unchanging flaws,
and saw that human beings are
tied up with immutable laws.
The arrogance of the present,
and the surge in technology
has convinced many that they are
better than past humanity.
But the cold truth is we are not,
we’re still walking on the same trail,
and ninety-nine of a hundred
brand new ideas are bound to fail.
A new idea that’s untested,
the product of only one mind,
stands little chance against concepts
that have survived travails of time...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
I would just like to say
that it is my impression
that longer hair
and other flamboyant affectations
are male dominant immersions
from sadly dull camouflage
into the birthright
and left
of his trans-pangenderal sex.
And I would also like to say
that it is my impression
That wars
and bombs
and other ballistic
bad depressions
are far more likely
as our fast paced race
toward mass extinctions
are killing Earth's
healthiest climate pace.
And I would further
not like to say
that it is my impression
While predative parasites inhabit
and colonize our landmass
we're also trash dumping
our oceans
swamping our warnings wasted
polluting our breath
about rabid tendencies
to eat our own young
with sick competitions
in militaristic fun.
And I would just like to say
that it is my sad impression
Apartheid is shunning
and rabidity is plumbing
as life losing EarthTribes
continue succumbing
to Mutually Assured
RightWing Destruction,
MAD rabid bullies blaming
and judging
and shaming
while throwing away care
for all those Others
not part of We,
most supremely
straight white patriarchal
Me.
I would just like to say
that it is my mad impression
Grown in a sacrileged perspiring image
of JehovahGodYahweh's
avenging AllahWe
maybe shouldn't die off
quite so quietly
when Earth's Great Rapture
smells like ecocide
rabid unraveling decidedly
What Gaia would just like to say
health is Her wealthiest impression
That wars
and bombs
and rabidity
are humanity's
own RightBrain repressing
LeftBrain dominant depressing
historically hysterical
degenerative stupidity
Lack of whole-sum
bi-spectacled fluidity
I would justly love to say
and sing
and dance
for less degenerative
climatic morbidity.
It was observed
among NonTaoist elders,
without formal resolution,
It is past virtuous recycling time
to actively hope future EarthTribe generations
will become smaller
and live more simply
or not live at all.
So what, then,
is left for ego memories to future heal,
to influence in some positively therapeutic way?
What success could remain
when wealth of quantitative healthy generations
must compete ever more relentlessly
against an angry and revengeful Mother Nature
only to die off into extinction
more slowly?
WiseElders note
no need for egocentric immortality
of humane and sacred nature,
yet our ecocentric cooperative successes
become contagious multiculturing conversations,
healing as we dance between
letting go of wealth-aggressive capitalism
to grab hold of health-assertive capitalization,
more cooperative co-investments
across multi-generations of memory,
regenerative images
recreating future generations,
smaller and cooperatively health/wealth wiser
in some mysteriously perennial nature/spirit
dipolar
co-arising
cooperatively self-governing
economic and political
psychological and neurological
unitarian, but not monoculturally uniform,
polypathic/polyphonic Way
We concluded
this NonTaoist elders dialogue
without formal universal-health/unitarian-wealth
cooperative win/win
sweet-spot resolutions,
yet also without further feeding
raw-spot multi-degenerational divested
patriarchally competitive
fragmenting
lack of sufficient integral/spiritual/natural ecosystemic wisdom
to share with both past and future cooperative regenerations,
regardless of size or time,
gender or age
But not at all regardless
of viciously competitive capitalism
or virtuously cooperative capitalization.
Love is not based on a feeling only
There must also be a clear decision
Passionate feelings may die off early
Showing it was just infatuation
One should not need another as a crutch
But be able to stand on one's feet
This will allow each other space as such
And enrichen the sharing when both meet
A love relationship has its demands
It does not ensure smooth sailing always
Be mindful of this in each circumstance
And it will help you survive the rough days
The one that you love should be your best friend
Someone with whom you can share everything
A person upon whom you can depend
In situations that can be trying
As time passes, both of you will change
For change is inevitable in life
Do not consider this as something strange
Learn to adjust and avoid any strife
True love is the most precious emotion
That a person can engage in sharing
It fills the heart with blissful elation
Giving one's life a rich sense of meaning
"Love is a decision, it is a judgement, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgement and decision."
- Erich Fromm - (The Art of Loving)
"But let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow."
Kahlil Gibran – (The Prophet)
One would think that the feeling of being a slave would create understanding
One would think that racism would die off and cease to overtake our surrounding
Equality has become but a faint memory buried with a man Africa once so greatly looked up to
Labels still floating around, separation amongst people. All subject to the race or ethnic group they belong to
Don’t you think there was a little furry passed with a law?
Just a little vengeance kneaded in, tables turned, no longer holding the short end of the straw?
So arose the system with a pretty name “Affirmative action”.
5-1 the number of bullets in the gun gradually making a subtraction
Acquiring our positions based on our skin colour instead of based upon or level of education
Supressing the “Suppressors” with lethal repercussions and lack of evaluation
So carry on placing the one colour above the other, turning us against each other until the streets run red with anarchy
Then hypocritically teach your kids about equality, living one foot in and one foot out of controversy.
One would think we as a nation would learn from a neighbouring sunken country. Stay united and grow far beyond expectation
One can only hope for these lines to be erased, for skin colour, gender and religion factors to be cancelled out and do away with exaggeration
The world is the way it is and shall remain as such, the universe will be the way it should be keeping the balance as top priority
So even if I cannot change the world. With my words I keep spreading the love! One of the minority.
Autumn soothes and kills off the Spring blooms
Winter hiding in its triple dark womb
My surroundings are an unusual tomb
And my insides change like the seasons
My cold soul seeps out of my skin into the outside world
My heated anger makes those around me sweat
I can't say I've done anything I'll ever regret
I would never charge the stars with treason
When you're silent your words mean so much more
People don't quite expect what you have in store
As some of those words die off and aren't reciprocated
While the evident few simply appreciate it
I'm not entirely sure why I write
How I fight, curse in spite, and yet feel alright
Maybe there is benefit in setting things aright
But these things seem to revert back to their original stage
Just as the seasons alternate once they're out of a phase
What does it mean to be happy or snappy?
As if our life can be categorized in a simple X-Y graph
There's so much more than that, so much more complex
And just as the seasons aren't simply a change in temperature
Our life can't be categorized in a simple change of temperament
I'm fine with the way things are
But like the caveman I still gaze at the stars
Each of us deeply believing that it does not get much better than this
But in reality this is further than the highest bliss
Whether that change is there, available to us
Or simply a silly hopeful illusion
May not even be worth the fuss
Not worth this confusion
~Not Like Me~
When you were first put into my arms,
I begged God, to make you nothing like me
For my sins, ask for no transformation
This is my song, my meditation
Look at my face
Where has it gone,
You no longer desire to be part of my song
Look at my life,
The toll hasn't been paid
I'm the one suffering every day
The vengeance of eternal flames,
sit near the empty heart
Burning my needs to hold you once more,
I need you more than you'll ever know
Now, Look at me, at the age of 73
I have nowhere to go
Everyone I know awaits in a place of gold
Unlike you, you're too busy, proud and bold
------ A different song!!!
I sing a song, that accentuates the mind,
I have no one to blame, I neglected all the signs
Hoping the rain would slowly die off
Today here I lay, wondering where I went wrong
I implored God, to cause you nothing like me
I have a heart that forgives and tries to forget
I kneel, and I give, and I treat others with respect
My compassion, I measured in the poorest way
I judged my life worse than the others did
Why did I ask ---- Not Like Me!
For my sins, ask for no translation
This is my song, my speculation
The dreaded conclusion of this song,
All I can say is, "Be careful what you ask for."
In the end, all I can say, I got what I asked for
Someone, who's Not Like Me......................
By: PD
keep moving
if your life
must be a reflection
to another
there must be you
so never let
what today bring
determine your
tomorrow
for every day
is another
privilege so
keep moving
keep moving
you have a dream
so don't let it
fire die off
on every steps
you take believe
in your ability
no mater how
slow you move
as long you are
moving that is the
real reality so
keep moving
keep moving
to my African
youth in my
generation
we oath to start
to move
I know the life
we living today
is never the dreams
we hope for
is not the dreams
we believed in
is not what we need
so now let start
a new way
a new revolution
with no gun and
bullets but with
a creative sound
unity
with a long lasting
division of labour
in pursue of one
goal so now lets
start to
keep moving
keep moving
to my African youth
do all you can to
help save our continent
if you can sing sing
if you can rap rap
if you can play politic
please change the game
if you can write write
if you can speak
speak the truth
if you can stand were
others can't
stand for Justice
if you can be creative
in multiple ways
carry the legacy
of Africa along
we have a lot
to do
so in this era
of hardship
we oath to make
a change
and inspire the
world so let's
keep moving
I want to be loved like the girls I read about.
With such intensity that when their lips touch, it feels like a soothing fire of passion
I want to feel like I'm the oxygen he needs to survive.
I don't know if I am the kind of girl guys can love like that,
In an all consuming, I can't let her go because she is all I ever want kind of way.
I tell myself that one day somebody will see me with a desire and need Iike Aaron Warner towards Juliette Ferrars or Augustus to his Hazel Grace.
Not denying himself the simple pleasures of taking what he sees as beautiful, a roller coaster that only goes up, and having the exception.
The person who, when we touch my skin feels like an electric current ready to zap anything and anyone that will neutralize it.
Alas, this love only exists in the works of fiction but I still hold out hope,
Hope is a dangerous thing but so is believing in the love we read about.
My flesh resting upon my bones is slowly dying as we all are but we hold out hope,
Because without it humanity would die off.
Without the believers believing and imagining and sharing their desires hope would not exist. And we would not believe in the fictional realms we'll never get to visit except when in the pages of our favorite stories.
I just want to be loved like the girls I read about in books.