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Strange Fruit choreography
speaks to me of seeing
and smelling
this strange evil fruit
of hatred
and bigotry
and fear
and straight white man
perpetual menace.
Choreographing trauma
only infrequently translates words
of DarkHole poems
Rhetoric hoping to carry carrion reek,
shock of evil awe
and dark timeless burdens
Terrifying wonder
as perceived
within this Strange Fruit DarkView
Rather than more interior unvoiced feelings
of profound inhumane disarray,
denial and division,
hate climates
monoculturing supremacy
Of straight white monotheistically judgmental,
capitalist movers and shakers,
commodifiers
and waste disposers
and arms salesmen
prepared to aim at
semi-domesticated talking animals,
defiant live stock,
breeding stock,
bargain basement slave labor
Too smart to be trusted
not to seek reparations
and revenge
Strange Dark Fruit,
the enslaving racist face
frantically encircling
straight white fascism
in full flagrant,
strange southern fruit,
industrially resilient horror.
Strange Fruit Anthropocene,
with polyculturally felt choreography
of ecopolitical
disempowering/unenlightened
monochromatic lack of appropriate appreciation for color,
spectral circling octaves,
and peak experiences of compassionate
bipartisan drama
Cooperative intent,
without so much
Patriarchal-Capitalist
monotheistic
StrangeFruit
xenophobic trauma.
To speak a truthful opinion correctly dressed
attacked by false faces clearly visible hate
trying to shut down facts crying victim's
Judgemental liars falsely claiming right's
let's look into your heart and see who pulls the strings
Firstly you support human sacrifice
from there on in everything uttered is cornered
becoming a lost cause when it boils down to lecturing
shape shifting words that overturn
the righteousness of our cause and beliefs
Worthless views push agendas overshadowing the truth
then with branding irons enslaving good values
biting with venom hook line and sinker
taking a back seat as you begin war cursing honesty
This battlefield lawless in its behavioural patterns
accuses those caring virtues of being on the opposite side of the coin tossed here where wisdom holds ground
when clearly they are spinning out of control
condemning those of us trying to save them
This split in the tongue clearly is trapped morally corrupted
begging your forgiveness under blindness
take a long hard look in the mirror reflection bitterness
we are all sinners at the end of the day
a firm purpose of amendment brings you closer to the light
Stepping into a new year,
especially one calling for 20/20 revision
reform
not retribution for anger's past
but restoration of WinLeft/WinRight bicameral sanctuary,
Stepping into a new ZeroZone Asylum,
positive deviance from leftbrain competitions
deductive,
predicting reductive,
business as usual.
Positive left/right harmonic deviance
invites cooperative resistance
against a shared predative,
light-skinned,
patriarchal,
hopelessly heterosexual privileged enemy
of all non-elite people
emerging from leftbrain dominant climates
of EarthTribe colonization,
extraction of life,
enslaving monopolization of egobody-power,
abuse,
disembodied neglect,
Shared asylum against negative lose/lose nihilism,
fake-elite monotheistic Rapture,
Against positive win-natural/win-spiritual passion,
compassionate communication,
ego/eco left/right yang/yin bicameral therapy.
Stepping into this NewYear ZeroZone
can be yet another
in an undistinguished
degenerative lose/lose series,
Lacking 20/20 sensory-neural
bilateral
binomial
polypathic/polyphonic
co-passioning
revolutionary revision,
restoring peace
Earth Climate Justice
inside as outside,
inspiration as exhalation
enlightening as empowering
not-not yin as positive intersectional yang
exponential 0 as polyculturing 1
incoming wealth herstory as outgoing multiculturing health
Ecofeminist 2020
predicting trimtab strategic
global health possibility
of a robust 2121
compassionate
cooperative wealth-climaxing
EarthSanctuary.
May this win/win celebration game
begin not win/lose degenerating all over again,
but, instead, grab hold of regenerative becoming
NewGreen MultiCultural Asylum.
Give us our daily bread . . .
We shall not mind if we
Have a daily milk,
Neither shall we take offence
If we have a daily butter to match.
Who amongst you will give his child
A stone if he demands for a bread?
Who amongst you will offer her child
A serpent if she request for a manner?
Legion ,they are today in the globe.
Who is holding down our daily bread?
Who is hoarding our daily milk?
Who is selling our God given freely manner?
The men with Capital in all our capitals
The men with the tyrannical order of Capital
The men enslaving us for more Capital
Even in the nooks and crannies of rural towns
As hunger and poverty hovers round the cities
Even amidst unprecedented Capitals.
The more we gnash our teeth crying for our
Daily bread given by Jehovah Jireh
The more they replaced it by daily stone.
The more we complain of hunger to Jehovah
The more they laugh at us and replace our
Daily bread with splotch of taste and famine,
For they known we are springy to sufferings.
The more we lament of the men in Capital
The more they turn our daily bread to serpent
Striking us forcefully even in hunger.
The more we beg of them for Capital
The more they kill us for surplus value
For their fiendish drive for more profit .
Tell the men at work to beg no more
Tell the men in Capital we shall beg no more
Tell the men at work to arise and unite
And stop them and their unending lush luxury
To forge ahead to the barricade and
Seize the mace off the corridor of their hands.
Then ,only then, we shall experience hunger no more
And our daily bread shall be “tead” and “buttered”.
Alayande Stephen .T
16th of April,2006
6.30pm
Conceptualization of the sufferings of the masses
All over the world in the hands of the ruling Capitalists
Despite the abundance given by God. Demanding for workers
Solidarity throughout the world to overthrow this endemic Capitalist system.
Form:
The Viking gallery slipped quietly through the night
the oars just barely skimming the gentle swell
sails were fur-lowed tight to help hide it from sight
the warriors ready for the signal sounded by the bell
Silently they landed, ferocious was their appearance
wielding their great battle axes wearing winged helmets
they crept up on the sleeping village in timeless trance
plundering and pillaging killing some helpless pets
Taking captive the fairest of the maids enslaving burly men
to work the gallery's oars, filling the hold with stolen treasure
drinking wine from carved horns and spit roasting a tasty hen
soon well into their cups they ravished most maids keeping one pure
She of flaxen hair and hour glass figure and tender years was spared
a most fitting present for their king, the rest would be auctioned for profit
the coin added to the treasury. Now under full sail the waves they dared
knowing a welcome most raucous awaited they now their torches lit
Their king was most pleased with his gift and vowed they would be wed
a great feast was prepared and the mead flowed thick and sweetly
the Viking cheered as their king took the maid first as wife then to bed
weeping as she was ravished, he rode her like a bull until she bled badly
Back to the feast he downed some horns then lay down to sleep
the maid waited until all was silent and then into his heart she struck deep
she took back her shame as he lay dying knowing her own death she did reap
turning the dagger on herself her life no value she slipped into eternal sleep
written 05/01/2014
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Sam Adams Goes Down the Rabbit Hole, NaNoPoMo Prompt
Sam Adams was having a bad night
He often would fall into a deep trouble sleep
Where his mind would go down deep
Into the proverbial rabbit holes
Exploring one dark nightmare
After another.
He saw himself in Ukraine
As a front line soldier
Watching the Russians
Come in killing people
Left and right.
Saw the Russians line up
And execute men
Raping women and children
Setting the victims on fire.
Then he was in the U.S.
When the nukes began to fall
All over the world
Armageddon on steroids.
Nuclear madness erupted
The Russians bombing NATO allies
The US, French and British firing back
Berlin, DC, London, Moscow became
Nuclear graveyards.
China bombs Taiwan,
Then invades the island.
India and Pakistan trade nuclear attacks.
Iran attacks Israel and Saudi as well.
North Korea invades the South
Nukes flying over Seoul
And Tokyo
Amid this total madness
Giant ships appear in the sky
And a full scale
the alien invasion begins.
.
The terrified survivors
flee the carnage
As nuclear winter
settles on the land.
The invaders from the sky
End the war
Enslaving most humans
That had survived.
Somehow Sam Adams and his wife
Were still alive
Living in a refugee camp
Deep in the mountains.
Fleeing the wild animals
The tigers, lions, and wolves
That were feasting on dead humans
And cattle everywhere.
The aliens following the humans
Looking for more to enslave.
The nuclear war though was over
The few remaining soldiers
Fighting against the common enemy,
Sam Adams woke up
Realizing that it was all
Just a nightmare.
Turning on the TV
Watching the carnage in Ukraine
He wondered if his nightmare
Was it an omen of the future?
April 6—Rabbit hole—start a poem on one topic, and let it lead you down a “rabbit hole” of discovery, burrowing into various topics, and maybe ending far, far away from where you started. (Let yourself research this one. Enjoy Google and Wikipedia!)
Slavery
enslavement
force of self-imposed ownership
overpowering another's ego-ownership,
anthro-morbid,
collective ego-morphic tolerance of identity rape,
fear and anger, together building hate,
from which enslavement derives;
a culturally camouflaged nondual co-arising relationship
of codependent despair,
self-hatred.
Enslaving force perpetuates Ego's full-blown angry reduction
in self-identity,
deduction of self,
as someone who could "own" another's Ego-healthy will
for equivalent freedom from my freedom
to enslave another's life,
exterior and interior.
Slave and poverty development owners
internally enslaved by our own hypocritical hubris,
swimming upstream into economically encrusted perpetuation
of cognitive and affective dissonance,
chronic anxious homelessness,
hopelessness that I cannot afford to be more co-empathic,
healthier on my own,
than we are together
on Earth's owner-ship.
Those nations,
corporations,
families,
individuals
addicted to retaining
and further developing
vastly disproportionate wealth deposits,
divorced from our own cooperative health and well-being investments,
not only steal from those without enough to thrive,
but also slink away from our own collective mental health,
anxiously fearing freedom's inevitable reparations,
struggling to repress awareness of nondual codependent enslavement
into entropic death of species.
Hatred combines anger about past with fear of future.
"Anger Management" politics might choose a more transparent therapeutic label,
"Hatred Co-Arising Suppression".
Decomposing hatred first breathes through "I am Anger,"
listening for Time's healing simmer,
then decomposing anger about past violations
to embrace rational fears of deadly toxins
enslaving equitable prospects for a healthy future.
It feels healthy to remember we are Anger
with ourselves
and with each other
before,
without sustaining against ourselves or others,
perpetuating enslaving hatred
for mental health stolen from those without sufficient wealth
to thrive
to feed
our own unhealthy enslaving greed.
Dispirited slavery imposes greedy unnatural ownership,
dreadful wealthy lust for power
co-arising with holistic health's decreasing power,
globally and personally,
without as within.
Very bad karma,
total lack of grace,
not our way to Win-Win race.
Ive lived with stress... that I thought I could handle
I fought death… and lost the battle
I was so battered… but I kept up my resistance
And in my mission, each step toward the finish just...
increased the distance
This is why I begin to end this, fictitious existence
Every instant I lived, I’d been fenced in…
like convicts in prison - petitioning innocence
where is my childhood.. even in infancy
I had dreams of things I shouldn’t think-
money, abuse, and ways to eat cloud my memories
why me? I guess people just hated to like me
in spite of the bright things I tried to do for society!
I fell to the ground.... they stomped me down lower
Over and over… the same problems held my progress back slower
You don’t understand how it is when I get angry
The rage is remaining but there’s no one here to save me!
Tear-soaked flames run down my eye-sockets
But time stops it from unlocking
'cause pain will supposedly pass
pain is like strain- encaging me
enslaving me
please explain... why the insides of my brain refrain to be
restrained from insanity and pain
like rail track lanes for speeding trains
I need to be stopped...
I’ll never be free from this war...
Until death marries me, and life lets me divorce
Form:
Many U.S. citizens
deny that democratic civility and classism can,
and often do,
co-exist.
These tend to be
those who also deny
the multigenerational inheritance of enslaving racism
in defense of egalitarian beliefs
about dignity and indignities of human life,
where some have access to personal and habitat and economic health
by right,
while others,
often born multigenerationally poor,
have yet to earn their equal health care receiving rights
until they have paid their economic care-giving dues
for another decade or generation
or two
or three
or more,
who knows?
So good to know
we live in a culture
without classism,
and certainly without racism.
We just think,
using that term loosely,
that everybody should live equally
separately
as things have always been since,
well...
back to the days of slavery and Kings,
the way God originally ordained,
after the Paradise Forest of Eden,
of course,
which is all our own damned Original Sin fault.
Nodoby would want to go all the way back
to that radical absence of classism
and racism
ReGenerative Creation Story.
Or,
maybe we would?
perhaps we could?
possibility we multiculturally should?
Recent confrontations
between older RightWing defenders of orthodox violence
and younger LeftWing liberators for inclusive cooperative peace
and restorative,
therapeutic green justice,
have all been massively mediated
between Donald Trump's Make America Grotesque Again campaign threats
to promote unhealthy narcissistic uniformity
against more LeftWing integrity
of democratic hearts
for liberal humane-divine love.
Personal political experience
has taught more faith in cooperative webs of interdependent compassion
more cooperatively powerful
than competitive walls
of hostile military-industrialized
automated ballistic autonomy.
Rather than an explicitly resilient conversation
about what we hope to healthy achieve
through wealth of compassion
and co-empathic democratic powers
with all natural/spiritual
ego/eco-energetic people,
non-violent plants
and non-sectarian planet,
The candidates for WiseElder defense
of orthodox Business As Usual capitalistic Truth,
when WinWin cooperative GoldenRule confronted,
resisted,
questioned,
by actively hopeful universally democratic youth
for liberally compassionate unitarian liberty
confront a hypothetical Wall
to deny apartheid-wounded neighbors,
Walls overly defensive
for White male property enslaving owners inside
significantly contributing to further pathological sectarian divides
rooted in ignorance
suspicion,
supremacy theories
That White northern and western males
were, and are,
more clearly incarnating King James English translations
of White male God's divinely imaged inspired intentions
granting privileged grace
for evangelical BadNews WhiteMale Elders
Colonizing their weaker, but gratuitously better, half RightBrain minded women
and children
and indentured servants
until we get their Win/Lose ballistic and high-walled defenses
more right
than networking compassionately left
dismissively unmediated
through cynical detachments
more WinLose toward long-term climate LoseLose
than rapturous WinWin,
both short and long-term
ego- and eco-systemic healthy wealth.