Long Dispiriting Poems
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In the swaying middle of a dangerous voyage
To climes of far sunnier look and ripening age,
I often fight the doubts of a death-daring wreck;
Questioning the exact wisdom of my lonely trek.
Not that I midway could my courses amend,
Nor make room for ruings and ebbing hopes;
Or dreading harsher shores first wishes trim,
To cry in sync with sad martyrs' effete tropes.
Verily there’s a shadow where clear roads stood,
And tripping blocks where defter legs easily trod;
There slashing ogres their charging scrolls shout,
To put to rout the wearied walker's untiring mode.
Yes dispiriting detriment picked routes obscures,
With every unthinkable wall and slowing mounds;
Forcing fatigued legs into impromptuous detours,
Which bite with blighting pain and chilling sounds.
The labouring voyager shall move on in truth,
To the dream-born Idylls of his unshorn youth.
Old, friend, as you come slowly into view,
why is it, I ask, am I always seeing you?
Your grainy, pitted, asphalt complexion
seems always to pull me in your direction,
where your answer is dispiriting, but true.
Running from my nose, a stream of blood
drops on your pebbles, mixing with your mud.
Our visits, for reasons multifarious
and circumstances, diverse and various
are punctuated by your answer with a thud.
Sometimes, it's another drunken fight
or a girlfriend who kicked me out at night.
Is it comforting to know that, in the end,
I always have you, my faithful friend?
Very soon, I see we two will reunite.
Concerning our reunion: in this regard,
my heart and face are already scarred,
and I can feel you now as I make impact,
and though your message is a fact,
why must your delivery be so hard?
In the midst of modern day's fray—
The leaders with dispiriting sway,
—make the youth feel small and humbled,
Their potentials wilted, withered, crumbled.
Education, once a glittering star—
Now merely a launchpad.
The city's fruitless search for jobs
Entices graduates to farm-filled blocks,
Certificates, once signs of our worth,
Now bind us to soil's sun-kissed earth.
We struggle on the land with pride,
—though the dreams are swallowed, denied,
Forcing us to compete with those—
Who never drank of learning's hose.
Oh! Great Spirit,
What nation have we become inside?
Where education's light no more shines.
The bitter fruit of jobless hours,
Turns bright minds into danger's flowers,
—fraud, the fickle fortune-teller's chariot,
Lures many into ritual's dark lair,
Prostitution's shadowed bower.
In this land where hope is strained,
—where life's bleakness is ingrained,
Our nation's youth must fight to survive,
Their future's not a given, but a strive.
In this land where wealth's a shield,
—integrity's a toy to yield,
The lower class is pushed aside,
—their worth rejected, seen with pride.
Offices, once merit's seat,
Now dance to wealth's deceit,
While empty heads with cash in hand—
Lead the masses in a merry band.
Connections, the thread of power,
Weave the fabric of corruption's tower
On this desecrating Earth
Nature's BusinessAsUsual
is industriously
and perversely
secluded from Spirit--
naturality from spirituality,
climate health/pathology from internal weather events,
humane hope for health from divine faith in eternal wealth,
In our profane wealth-hoarding EgoGame,
short-term fatuous Win/Lose natural strategies
are loss-postponing futile dispiriting armaments,
empty entertainments,
pretend preoccupations designed to magically protect
against longer-term biological rotting death
Each Sacred Organic Dignity's
inevitably stalking Loss of identifiable Life--
Loss of active hope for sacred Truths
Hidden within secular Beauty
or even experiential health-optimizing WinWin Ways
to everyday continue multi-regenerationally wealth
creative curiously courageous camouflage cooperative
Thriving.
In a secular-languaged
LeftBrain dominant culture,
sapien and RightBrain WiseElder,
Natural experience reminds us
to become profoundly grateful
Ego death's natural outcomes
are predicated on input
experienced within spiritual EcoLife
EcoLogical Truth
Green Environmental hidden byways
matriarchally cooperative
Natural/Spiritual CoOwnership
of WinWin global through Ego aspirations,
attractions,
interests,
curiosities
timelesssly regenerating healthy/wealthy
nurturing and nutritional and nuanced Life
hiding Ego/EcoLogical Truths in plain relational loving light,
Left/Right bilateral short-
through long-term
timeless omnipresent Ways.
LeftBrain deductive secular Ego maps
of DNA Right BrainStemmed Rooted Healthy Wealth
sacred historically resilient
EcoTerritory--
hiding and dividing
inviting and revolutioning
LeftBrain's
hidden undomesticated SpiritVoices
heard happiest from OutDoor Natural ReSources--
DNA resilient
health/wealth bilaterally resonant RealTime--
notnot ZeroSum Prime DiPolar Rooted
in CommonGround Light
CoOperative AnimaMundi Truths, MultiCultural.
Bliss
majestic, enchanted
delighting, gleaming, mystifying
dreams, thrills, shadows, sadness
nagging, dispiriting, crucifying
downcast, crestfallen
woe
Bright
radiant, luminous
glistening, beaming, scintillating,
tints, hues, ennui, bleakness,
numbing, overcasting, camouflaging,
Unlit, tenebrous
dark
Sky
magical, beryl blue
inspiring, stunning, captivating,
clouds, sun, mountains, rivers
farming, cultivating, purifying,
scenic, beauteous
earth
If my behaviors,
for ill or good,
are embedded in my belief system,
recognized by internally articulating our apparently shared faith
in social sanctuary structures,
habitats,
safe co-operative homes,
Then my actions feed all my psychological
and economic
and political
and educational
and ecologically imagined co-relationships,
Whether I believe good ecosystemic compassion
is more vital
efficacious
powerful
transparent
vulnerable
than smaller
isolated
autonomous
hidden egocentric narcissism,
or not.
Whether we are logic nurtured children
of positive natural outside faith,
or egospirit neglected negative faithless anti-compassion narcissistic subjects
of our own internal jealous angry GodVoices
speaking Negative SuperEgo words
of denatured depression and dispiriting doom.
Even toxic Creators of forbidding deforesting climates
preferentially prefer behaviors
of and for a more robust personal and social health Vocation.
If behaviors,
for health or pathology,
are embedded in natural exterior experience histories,
then actions feed all polypathic paradigms
for learning compassionately spirited, animated beliefs
in non-sectarian health vocations
swimming in effluent temporal streams of divine nutrition
nurturing humane natural beliefs
widely teaching
deep learning resilient behavioral missions
for sustaining EarthTribe climate life,
healthy beliefs inside as wealthy behaviors outside.
Healthy robust empathy of embryos,
infants,
children
recognizes instinctive curiosity,
absence of apathy.
Active distrust is learned
through parents and schools and religions
and other dispiriting unnatural influences,
as was our history of monotheistic political ownership
divorced from co-invested economic ecology.
I live more curiously,
actively looking and listening for
polyicultural political and economic integrity,
win/win strategic intentions
toward cooperatively owned
and managed healthy wealth
Yet still within anthro-supremacism's last remains
of a climatically dissembling MonoTheistic Creation Story
of human nature struggling against EarthTribe's sacred,
and democratically inclusive, global resilience
Regenerating
and educating animated and curious EarthTribe children
thriving healthy
safely wealthy
wisely co-empathic
within EarthMother's indigenous
re-ligiously synergetic Nature.
As MonoTheistic AnthroMind Patriarchs
actively re-engage
PolyTheistic EarthBody Matriarchs,
we re-connect
re-ligion
re-store
re-visit
re-generate
older RightBrain MuseWays
Reweaving MonoTheistic inter-religious Western history
with Eastern PolyTheistic Trust
in animated
curious
and profoundly co-empathic
universally salvific
and rapturous
win/win co-redemptive
democracy.
I sometimes reconsider
all our politicians
and economists,
Not as party-line teachers,
or even dogmatic preachers,
instead as future forecasting,
co-infesting deep past
and present listening
with compassioning
co-empathic
therapeutic intent
to laugh and sing.
Who is not
at least a private health care politician
seeking to empower our heart-felt constituencies
and not to disempower?
What responsible adult
is not at least a personal wealth economist?
Praying for divine enlightenment
and not so much
inhumane
depressing endarkenment?
Who has been
cause-effect
effectively recausing
counter-culturally
exposed to Buddhist master laughter?
Meditation in silly groups
feeling nearly giddy
with short-term relief
from mountainous depression
valleys of despair
Surprised,
perhaps dismayed,
that such a fake
pretending dervish exercise
might portend more
than our species' economic
political
anti-ecological demise.
I further wonder
if all Earth's depressed
suppressed
oppressed
repressed muted muses
Silenced
stunned
sunk by political sadness
dispiriting badness
economic madness
of Earth's Great Transitional Pandemic
Might discipline our lonely
lethargic
neglected bodies
to dance
until our minds remember how to sing
and ring
ping and ding
a liturgy of sacred laughter things
together regathering
For re-empowering compassioned muses
enlightening sacred ecstatic economists,
co-investing companies and choirs
of moving
mindful
musicality,
harmony,
synergy,
win/win cooperative energy,
sufficient for eco-politically heart-felt
lung-filled integrity
To more reflectively reconsider
all our singing polities
and EarthDance economies
sanctifying dervish universal
universities.
Grand Central should be welcoming,
For travelers do flock,
To come and go, from near and far
And all around the clock.
A hub of transportation,
Both for subway and for rail,
It’s a place where first impressions
Of the city should prevail.
Yet the food court is dispiriting.
The choices are okay,
But there’s a problem if you want
To take some time and stay.
Ther’s very little seating, so
When purchasing some food –
A meal or snack or drink, unless
You might be in the mood
To stand around and eat it,
You are simply out of luck.
There are some scattered tables
For those early birds with pluck.
Perhaps it’s to discourage
Homeless people who might sit
Without spending any money
And, when challenged, throw a fit.
Still, it isn’t very pleasant
For those visitors who might
Like to stop and get their bearings
And to grab a little bite.
As a local, I’m embarrassed
That this very poor excuse
For a food court in Grand Central
Is the best we can produce.