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Those who win the day
are those who choose love
instead of hate.
Rev. Dr. William Barber
Those who exclude victim inclusion
disrupt everyday sanctuary
for addicted bully perpetrators,
not unlike ourselves.
Those who dream sanctuary all FullMoon night
are those who choose uniting integrity
instead of egocentric universal mendacity.
Those who win each Mr. and Ms. Christ day
are those who choose to believe
Christ was Jesus extended family name
instead of Hate,
evangelically disabling anthro-centrism against EarthNature,
fundamental disassociation from messianic eco-restorations
naturally Here as also spiritually Now.
The magic of loving messiahs,
like the enchantment of Christmas,
is deeper LeftBrain learned and taught
as more about being fully present to healthy eco-wealth
To be less about becoming egocentrically full
of sufficient political presents for All.
Those who restore everyday magic
are those who choose MotherEarth Love
instead of negative ultra-violent patriarchal Hate
punishing sins and crimes
vengeance offensives against past envy and revenge
for sins against MotherEarth's
health of Ms. ChristSoul--
Ecopolitically housed through history's sanctuary cathedrals
cooperatively co-governed celebrations
for multicultural green reforesting projects
purposes
plans
procedures
policies
polypathic protests.
Deep learning sanctuaries
are ecologically therapeutic environments
are ecopolitically resilient regenerations
are GreenChrist Mentors
are EcoTherapeutic Bodhisattva Advocates.
Those who win each enchanting everyday
by choosing co-redemptive GreenLove
over demi-urgent fundamental RedHate
against healthy
multicultural
Earth-Boundaried Sanctuary.
Written: October 16, 2023
Changed past Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Fire Bird
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The intricate tapestry of my subconscious
A birth, a time of such heavenly consequence.
It all evolved with my son's day of birth.
Everything was suddenly unique and worth.
His fuss was filled with full-flapped fanfare.
My feelings were relayed through a fan fair.
My heart was flooded with vicarious love.
My destiny drew its Elysian toll from above.
Disassociation has ceased to be my domain.
Stunningly sturdy for such a slight sustain.
His memory was rattling, sharp, and retentive.
A hitherto unknown mnemonic thrust is affective.
In records of our psyche, reminiscence resides,
A phenomenal ability to remember and abide.
He could memorize and recall with ease,
Every moment, every word, every tease.
But paramnesia would sporadically pass,
A momentary lapse, a memory out of grasp.
Yet his memorization skills would never cease,
a whispering fugue, an embroidery of peace.
Associations formed, connections made,
In the tapestry of memory, they never fade.
Obliteration might be a gamble to intervene,
But my nostalgia remains tenacious and keen.
In his empyreal life, bolstered and vibrant,
Gossamer memory is a slot never to be slanted.
No word or recollection is to obliterate,
This memory is prodigious, a peculiar trait.
Dreams are woven into an exquisite tapestry,
Where the past and present descry harmony.
Wherever recollections are strung together,
These precious memories will last forever.
This is Thanksgiving Day,
so I want to continue my interior conversation,
made perhaps too exterior,
by quoting from Sacred Economics, p. 123, (Charles Eisenstein)
about "flow of abundance," my nuance in brackets:
"Please understand here that I do not mean to deter you from opening to the flow
of abundance.
To the contrary--
because when enough people do this,
the money
[and health]
system will change
to conform to the new [cooperative] belief
[in optimizing health as wealth].
Today's money system rests on a foundation
of [winner v loser] Separation.
It [disassociation]
is as much an effect as it is a cause
of our perception [and evolutionary enculturation]
that we are discrete and separate subjects
in a universe that is Other.
Opening to abundance can only happen when we let go
of this [ego- and anthro-centric] identity
and open to the richness of our true,
[Earth]connected being.
This new [co-arising] identity wants no part of usury."
[but is drawn intuitively and rationally
to (0)-interest co-operative,
regenerative,
co-invested,
primal,
ego-health is eco-wealth co-passion.]
We are most wisely appreciated
and anticipated
in the press
of public fame
and the stress
of personal gain
Not
by the quantity
of our autocratic popularity
But
by the quality
of our democratic integrity.
In this peacefully pleasing warm regard,
perhaps we poignantly reconsider
Quantities are measured
by cognition performing
verbally recognized passions
while qualities are felt
through intuition engaging
preverbally connecting pleasures
Defaming risks of loss
emerge through systemic trauma
disassociation infamy
against opportunities to gain
through transformative
reassociation favored fame
Extensively requalifying
EarthMother's therapeutic potential
for democratic integrity.
In the advent season we celebrate the new born king
the Son who was sent as a gift, a promise everlasting
and in spite of the darkness, our misery, and of our strife
our disillusion, disassociation and disenfranchisement with life
God made us a promise and a child was sent to us
and we only need to say His name it's Christ Jesus
If you try the Spirit, then go by the Spirit you will always find
that the power of God is omnipotent and omnipresent for all time
and whenever God gives you a word consider the situation done
for His word will always determine the final and ultimate outcome
it's the reason for the season, the birth of Our Savior
the Prince of Peace who was sent to modify our sinful behavior
so full of righteousness, mercy, grace and trust
and all you need to do is say the name Christ Jesus
Yet the one thing that mankind can't seem to comprehend
is that God operates on kyros time and not the chronos time of men
He's aware of all the troubles that we are going through
He knows that the adversary is always trying to tempt you
He sees all the darts and arrows that life at us has thrown
He desires that we learn we cannot do it all alone
for to wait is the pace that leads to God's grace
Our God is not a god who reigns from afar
He came in the flesh and His sign was a star
He reduced Himself and came to earth as a lowly servant
Emanuel was His name and His manner was most observant
God is now here and He dwells among us
just say His name it's Christ Jesus
There's power in that name when you shout it out
and whenever you call on Him, He will remove all of your doubts
He will lift you up whenever you're feeling down
He will place you on sacred and higher ground
His name will give you the power to be blessed
just say the name whenever you're feeling stressed
just say the name the name Jesus Christ
and allow the Holy Spirit into your life
Jehovah Jireh my provider, Jehovah Nissi my battle fighter
Jehovah Shalom my giver of peace, Jehovah Rophe my everlasting relief
JUST SAY THE NAME
I can already feel some gratitude
for not having been,
being,
or ever becoming responsible
to heal everything
Casting WinWin solutions
and resolutions
in all fertile directions.
Like you,
I only get one vote.
Still, I do find some mortal hope
in one voice capacity
to mend some broken relationships,
WinLose and LoseLose
climates of relative
and complete
pathology.
I would unveil some wonder
as we cooperatively learn awesomeness
seeing
and hearing
and feeling
and knowing
and embracing multicultural difference
Here with Now co-incident Occupiers
between gratitude sanctuaries of faith
and moments of compassionate hope
Green wisdom to not become incapacitated
by monoculturing differences:
By fear of ungrateful mortality,
of capital disassociation,
of ego-annihilation;
By anger occupying Now,
my own,
and patriarchy's,
and Earth's everyday living
at-risk of losing cooperative
organic integrity
through unhealthy collective dementia,
hysteria,
post-Victorian melancholia,
ecofeminist suppression,
Reacting against 2020 peaceful revolutions
for growing green grace,
one vote,
one voice,
in each HereNow Time.
My mind is in confusion
I think there's been an intrusion.
The things I see are just an illusion
and I am seeking a solution
Before I'm overwhelmed with emotion.
In my mind, there's a combination
of possession
of obsession
of aggression
Something has blurred my vision
and has lowered my ambition
I don't know right now if this is a confession
it's been a while since our last short session
But, I believe there's been a deviation
and a disassociation
*Stop all communication.
*There has been a breach in the information.
*Alternative initiation.
*New determination.
*Protocol transition.
System reboot: New variation
/: No more distraction
Subject isolation
/: No more frustration
Lose passion,
Lose affection,
Lose foundation.
System configuration
New partition.
Other personality integration.
Could not delete all old files, system malfunction.
Conclusion
Now I am an amalgamation of silence and communication.
an accumulation of inattention and consideration.
a combination of relaxation and agitation.
articulation of imagination and exaggeration.
So, what's your recommendation?
STRAYED SHEEP
Today, we are all as strayed sheep
Once together, and of one mind
All have wandered and separated
Finding independence is overrated
Common values become conflated
To such a life, many are resigned
With different memories to keep
What is family, it’s a difficult question
All spread across the world we know
Linked merely by digital conversation
Different definition of a close relation
Who is really part of a congregation
Lifetime bonds are at an all time low
Popular activities the main congestion
Some may still remember the flock
A safety in numbers, a common goal
Yet by many, now often seen as quaint
Comfortable memories becoming faint
For some, group identity is a constraint
Over time, disassociation takes its toll
And finding oneself alone is a shock
The newborn peers around for the first time
The elderly peers around for the last time
Disorientation by birth
Disassociation by death
One moment you're high on the see saw
And the next it all comes crashing down
A high tide of emotion washes over you
But to you it's barely deeper than a puddle
Two young lovers share their first kiss
While two old lovers slowly let go
For every high is a low
For every hello is a goodbye
With each passing day we run out of time
Faces age and hair turns gray
And in the end we wonder where the time went
But if you can think that then know there is still time
Life is just a confusing dance of pain and pleasure
Eternity can be promised but is all too often fleeting
If you open your eyes your field of vision is limited
But if you close your eyes you can see everything
Disorientation by birth
Disassociation by death
But between these moments
Don't forget how to live
My dreams include hope, love, and peace.
They echo in my lioness heart and mind daily.
My constitution can barely stomach the hatred
I feel and see and the disassociation I feel from the others
Wanting to unite them with joy and enthusiasm
When they are a daily echo of differentiation
I want our nation to settle down amicably
Remembering that we are all Americans
Whether we welcome new masses to our abode
or not, should not keep us from being our
kind, wonderful, sexy, sensual, best selves.
Let’s be the United States we thought we were
a short time ago. Nothing has changed that will
not change again. We need to rise up to our name.
The UNITED states…
Written: 7-9-2019
Contest: Another Eight Word Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann