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I get it now... jackasses and elephants are the same
Getting off on control
Getting rich off prolonged misery.
Our collective pain is their superpower.
Our division is their weapon of choice
to maintain that superpower.
Do pray that the masses open their eyes.
Grow brave and wise -unite-ignite.
Become we the people again.
Pull back the iron curtain of OZ.
To expose the charade of self-righteous peacocks
And their plastic levers of logic.
Concocting diversions-shifting blame.
Making rules for the serfs but not for themselves.
The biggest fear of the elitist
is that we, the people, will stand together
demand term limits.
Prune special interests.
They fear we'd slap the mask of humility and restraint
(forged from the bones and blood of the masses)
to their crooked funhouse faces.
...jackasses and elephants... are the same.
We're nothing but pieces of coal to them.
Something to be plucked - pressurized-modified.
Into bling around their middle fingers,
Which they stick far up our asses to bore the spirits from our chests.
She spoke to the General with a brilliant career
Spoke to him like he was dirt
She wanted to be called senator. She earned it
But she wasn’t worth the sweat on his shirt
Definitely she deserved to be called senator
Ma’am is reserved for a superior
Senator is a member of an elitist organization
As a human beings they are inferior
They do not serve, they think they rule
And it sometimes fills me with rage
Senators have made the most dangerous job
Becoming an intern or a page
Their booze parties are legendary
They have careers that are built on lies
Yes, she should be called senator
Someone we should despise
When the General passes by I salute
Holding it proudly as long as he would linger
When the Senator passes by in her parade
I would proudly display my middle finger.
Note to the many enemies of democracy:
No need to force upon us uranium enemas.
Just billow a tiny bug into the neon lungs.
Of our bumbling, deeply divided cities.
Sit back and have a few Molotov cocktail giggles.
Some giant panda bear laughs.
As we brawl over soap and toilet paper.
Cursing God under our sparkly COVID masks.
No need for mall slashings or pressure cooker bombs.
Just plant a few wolves dressed as lipstick lambs.
Have them silence opposing opinions with racism chants.
Watch the media spotlight a mad dog shooter and a rogue cop.
To them, democracy is a demon and only worthy to rot.
No need for new-age Luftwaffe or Stalinist Migs.
To brain spray our safe spacing- I pod junkie kids.
Just fill institutions with naive freebie magicians.
Intolerant-contrarian-purple-headed-anti-Christians.
Watch them brand capitalist pig deep into the skin.
Of the hard-working WOMAN AND MAN...
As elitist Beamers, their way to their fine gated homes.
No need to invade us with a billion red atheists.
Just buy a cheap blowhorn armed with
"Separation of church and state".
Lord only knows how Satan loves a red loyalist hater.
It's so easy to cleave God from our courts and schools.
To hobble our freedom of religion and good faith.
One final note to the enemies of democracy:
Lady Liberty may be battered and cornered.
But in a blink can switch from beckon to blowtorch.
The eagle may be bloodied but still has its teeth.
WE THE PEOPLE have always rallied together.
To serve another, beat down to all of the beasts.
When I wash dishes
I look out at my bird feeder,
noticing which political species are best at cooperating,
easy democratic process,
remaining focused on collective nutritional energy gains,
"we're all in this together" feathers of kin kind
And, which are more elitist,
not so good with sharing a modestly seeded pot;
blue jays predatively pecking,
crows taking over with raucous self-appointed authority,
ganging up against non-supremacists
preferring win/win democratic health.
But, this morning's meditation
looks over at a nearby large bush,
now January cold barren brown
camouflage, more than shelter,
for local birds of all species
waiting their feeding turn,
frightened by my neighbor's cat
or a hawk flying ominously overhead
or human noises leaking through my windows.
This small bird sanctuary,
Or is it an asylum?...
Perhaps both, depending on the bird,
harbors those waiting,
patiently, impatiently,
How would I know?
for their turn at their nutrition tower,
their seed Commons,
their energy media feeding station,
local source for economic and political exchange,
gossip,
social busyness.
Each bird flies back and forth,
some dressed in drab everyday,
others more business-ready flashy,
but all conjoining waves of flowing energy
in-between asylum bush
and open season feeding sanctuary.
Sometimes listeners and watchers,
and then short-flight toward feeders,
communicants
receiving sacred wafers,
seeds,
investments in cooperative multiculturing futures,
gifts of a generous green Earth.
Then,
suddenly,
they are gone.
The feeder Commons
abandoned.
My meditative hiding
and curiously waiting medicine bush
bereft of waving winged energy
breathing in and out,
feathered wings up and down.
Time to go back home
to more private nests
thoughts
feelings,
or, perhaps
to visit my neighbor's cooperative feeder,
another decaffeinated sanctuary
outside his own warm interior asylum.
Alan Simpson,
a Wyoming Republican,
not known for his socialist ways
nor his sacred communion means of public discourse,
cried out in our Great Dark Night
of white bold
and climate cold
fragility,
"Money's dominance over politics
isn't merely one problem of many
our country faces.
It is the problem!"
Perhaps neither Wyoming
Republicans
or Alan Simpson
would mind this contextual paraphrase,
Capitalism's competitive
LeftBrain cultural and educational systemic dominance
against healthy multicultural empowering politics
isn't merely one complex problem
of many win/lose communication complications
our 2020 Species faces,
Yet does not RightBrain see and hear
as absence of WinLeft/WinRight cultural
and climate
intersectional wisdom.
We have become LeftBrain predative
partisan capitalists;
THE win/lose,
degenerating toward lose/lose economic-political
climate problems
of either/or partisanship,
religious fundamental bipolar creeds of elitist bad faith,
tolerant of secularized apartheid
Devoid of sacred active win/win communion
for organic ecological theology
or theologically health-metaphoric
muse-metaphonic
music-polyphonic
harmonic metapathic
resonant polypathic
resiliently co-empathic
co-passionate ego/ecology.
All of which
strangely reduces Alan Simpson's original version
to a summary democratic constitution
condensed milk of RightBrain both/and flexible resonance
urgently, yet more warmly,
seeking health/wealth rememory
regrowing out and in climate cultures
toward expanding win/win global family.
We used to listen to the Radio
Five minutes News on the hour
Middle of the road voices
Not too light or too dour.
Now we have twenty four hour TV
With accompanying twenty four news
And a specialist breed of expert on call
To discuss, give opinions and air views.
I think they come from distant lands
With an exotic language they speak,
Suited for every single situation
No matter how apparently bleak.
It’s full of special phrases,
Full of jargon too,
And they’ll never use one word
If there’s a chance of using two.
I think they’re hired for the intellectual,
Not a working class peasant like me,
Minimum intellectual standard seems
An upper second Oxbridge degree.
They all seem to know each other,
Seem to come in groups of four,
And unless they’re controlled
All can talk for evermore.
I’m sure they could spout
All the day long
Secure in the certitude
They’re never ever wrong.
Please, could we have some experts
The common herd can understand,
Not these self certified speakers
From their Intellectually elitist land.
And, it would be more than helpful if,
For even just one day each week,
They would pay heed to the general
And use a language we all speak.
But, there’s a special terminology
All those experts use
When they’re waxing forth eloquent
On TwentyFour Hour TV News.
Those who pray by marching
can pray alone
in endless competitions.
Those who pray while dancing
can only pray together
for timeless cooperations.
Hate and fear can only angry march
side by competing side
in uniformity of lock-step supremacy.
But love and compassion
can also truth and beauty dance
and sing
in full hope octaves
of multicolored harmony.
Resonant solidarity of ballrooms
and street performers
singing and chanting and drumming
good news gospel resonance
rather than bad news mono-marching hate.
We can sing and dance cooperatively
to angry patriarchal elitist marchers
more effectively than merely speak in not-kind shout,
and across,
and back and forth,
flow anthems up and out of all inclusive love songs.
This singing dance can,
with enough harmonic polycultured voices,
become sustained ego-happy filibusters
through marching hate,
marathons of love
proactively singing and dancing
alongside those marching through dualdark fear and anger,
inviting them to rejoin
our dancing gospel choir.
For every hate-mongering military march,
we have thousands of love-mentoring lyrics,
and,
therefore,
potential dancing lyricists.
Anger and marching paranoia are mutually competitive
double-binding allies,
as are love song and grace of dance mutually harmonic.
We can choose to march and shout ourselves apart,
but we would more democratically,
and gracefully,
prefer to dance and sing our cooperative ways together.
Those who pray while dancing
can only pray together
for timeless cooperations.
S/he reads, with great enthusiasm,
Andrew Cohen’s take on “Catalyzing Emergence.”
“The most challenging aspect of vertical spiritual development is the evolution of our value spheres. Given the right circumstances, it is not difficult to enter higher states of consciousness and in those higher states, to glimpse the exciting possibilities that await us on the other side of the status quo, beyond our predictable and fixed way of perceiving how things are. But it is another matter altogether to dislodge those predictable and rigid perspectives and embrace new and higher values.” (p 185, 2011, “Evolutionary Enlightenment: A New Path to Spiritual Awakening.”
S/he hears:
A challenging aspect of deep ecological development
is this continuing evolution
of our political-economic
(reductively labeled “military-industrial” in Left-brain dominant languages) bicameral spheres of co-arising governance.
Given sufficient rationally ecological comprehension,
it is not difficult to enter deeper states of biological consciousness
and in those co-relational states of multicultural nutrition,
to glimpse sustaining possibilities awaiting us
on tomorrow's more integrity confluent side
of the present divided moment,
beyond our perfectly predictable competitions
of ego v eco monocultural agendas
and our fixed Anthro-centered way of perceiving
how our own nature evolves toward healthy wealth
and/or impoverishing pathology.
But we are
altogether
an Other's co-passioned matter to co-redeem
Earth's predictable and rigid ego/anthro elitist perspectives
and re-join deeper (0)-centric co-intelligent wealth
quickly listening before
higher health/ecotherapeutic values
slowly speak after.
And s/he is glad for such rich compost to fill Earth’s Day,
Catalyzing Co-Emergence.
So let me tell you,
if I'm looking between lives
with multicolors
and gentle genders
and green cards
in one graceful hand,
And Trump-heavy President fixation
away from restoring
Earth's ecojustice for All
on the other RightWing denomination,
Then let me tell you
seeking Trumpish twitters
of self-congratulating trumphalism
as more patriotic
then loyal honored deep Yintegrity
On Gaian liberated knee
as if too matriotically humbled
to stand for Yangish
and self-righteous thee,
then let me tell you
I am so very quite sure
your poppa raised White elitist you
to spell anti-matriotism
with a positive patriotism Peee
only while standing up
as royal Thee.
And let me vice versa tell you,
if you find loyalty
and honor,
civility and mercy
and compassion taking on a matriotic knee,
Then your Momma,
well let me tell you,
she spelled patriotism ecologically right
with left,
bicamerally.
Which, if you spell justice
with domestic peace of clear blue mind
you suspect dipolar
co-arising
matriots
of bipolar disarray
and too wild left,
and let me tell you,
no way we'll move love with Mother Earth diminished
down to a way out somewhat sleazy loose-lived girl
only good for lunch.
It just might become our hunch
hanging out with a more permaculturing bunch.
Liberty is not a synonym for ravenous self-determination.
For every freedom to grow
there is a reciprocal freedom from incursion.
When our individual or national purpose
reduces self-with-other mutual determination
and reiterative processes of evolving redetermination
down to autonomous libertarianism
as freedom from infringements,
then our pursuit of happiness
is no longer concomitant with our hopes for growing health,
and our pursuit of wealth-hoarding freedoms
becomes idolatrously removed from unifying roots
of equal democratic liberties of and for all,
freedom to optimize wealth of health,
happiness through mutually nurturing freedoms.
Selfishly autonomous determination,
articulating cause for self-justifying violence,
delineating causes of nationalism's self-without-other exterminations,
is not the original intent of democratic healthy purpose,
is heading toward monoculturing degeneration instead,
the opposite of multiculturing regenerate freedoms
to pursue our mutually optimizing wealth
of health.
Beware economists and politicians who speak of growing freedoms
yet remain silent about both personal and public prerequisite investments
in history's nondual development
of healthy wealth
as wealth for regenerating health
of multi-generations.
Beware of those who advocate your freedom
to self-optimize,
freed of cooperative mutual tax investments
while hiding our collective responsibilities
to cooperatively own healthy authorities
for recycling Earth's most deeply resonant integrity
of health-wealthing democratic values,
Yang's ego-centric freedom to love
Yin's eco-centric freedom from oppression,
suppression,
repression,
depression
sunk by patriarchal hubris
of anthro self-determination.
Pursuit of global liberty
is not a safe cover story,
much less a synonym,
for self with other interdependent determinations
of and for cooperatively growing wealth,
further investing in Earth's culture of integral health.
Elitist pursuits of self-determination
disguised as synonymous with complex freedom networks
thrusting anthro-authority over eco-responsibility,
has brought us to this precipice of climate pathology,
and not shared integrity
of healthy global climates.