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The appendix and punctuation and learning new words
As they sift and make the dough pliant and smooth verbs
The morning dew drops and the ear infections , as you had your inactive gold ear-rings, paired
The early morning, haphazard memories and yet so long for so long a ribbon, tightened.
"Rabbi zidni Ilman", and the wisdom, and the turtle and the slow and the steady, for a steady pain, off and on.
They beat around the heartbeats , and beat around the bushes too, in the fish-o-fillet
Or a thousand dollar contract with relocation to move your sofasets, beds and the canopy that added on, in toothpaste
bad-mint-on when Rome must burn!
Why so much noises around a sunlit day? When nothing matters in a significant way?
still the passing day felt a mere Sigmund truth, shivering in high fever and so to say.
Noise walls and Walgreen corona tests in Michigan, they all seem in perfection, to sync in tune, in an asynchronus way. Attuned though.
I am no one in this wide world, a mere plain thinker in a simple living, coping underneath a magnificent sky, visible from a petio.
And the visible impeccable the enormity and We , as the next week may see, might never be,
as the story must go on, replaceable by a wiser call, when unseen faith should debate less,
even without a visibility, aftermath serenity and among the prettiest face,
an innocense that grew up, on its own, for many reasons to disown, within a traveller's grace.
Still, I saw you there, also, at the end of a tiresome day
I felt, I am a longevity in a dark silence, where supplication in faith may
Without pointing fingers to a mannerism in equity and dwelling in a voice synthecizer...
As kalshi was looking back in the black and white again, before we parted, for ever.
1:37 AM
8-6-2024
across the black soil clay pan i wander and wonder
my old peoples homelands for millennia
shared now among our not just our families of old, but with newer arrivals
its not so much angst but a simmering disappointment
that our existence continues to be questioned
for where in history shall our learned friends sit when even they cannot acknowledge the truth
fear not i tell folk, for we a not foe, welcome we shall should you need to be
take all and give not they tell us for good, on knees we have worked
equality told but no equity served
humor and hope our resilience is strong as always we have and shall carry on
open arms still extended
offering naysayers in, we carry on the wishes of our old peoples hearts
learn and transfer
teach and acquire, knowledge and compassion our essence to inspire
Gaba Gii (good heart, Gamilaroi)
as the late afternoon twilight years
of this primate become sans my exist
hence, more visible on the horizon
an increasing awareness prevails asper
how this middle aged baby boomer
(whose incessant, inconsolable, and
incurable wailing still reverberates til
this day - LIX exiting the birth canal
since January thirteenth ninety fifty
and nine) promulgates nascent longing
jumpstarting helping formulate doing
beneficial actions. only of late didst
an upswell to demonstrate appreciation
(towards acquaintances, countrymen/
women, family of origin, friends,
neigh boars, relatives, Romans, et cetera)
becomes a manifest destiny. awareness
crystallized within the recent past of
my life and hard (days night) times
this yearningto "pay forward" dirty deeds
done dirt cheap along the highway to hell
(mainly within a voluntary capacity)
to avail energy of waning body, mind,
spirit triage. until such a plan (as
per say traveling abroad - either a
lone or with an adventurous minded Ma
demoiselle) coalesces into fruition,
a daily strategy to impact my imme
diate environment in a positive manner
took figurative shape. his doable, feasible,
justifiable, et cetera longing (to contribute
sweat equity such as organic gardening/
farming, teaching English as a first, second
third...language, or writing opinion
editorials blurbs for a news letter,
which loving labors of body, mind
and spirit would be accepted would serve
TO RIVERS OF BABYLON AND ZION SHORES next (Apropos Of A Nona Tanka)
Be aware of this,
We’ve all survived worse:
All ethnicities;
Present day oppressive times
Will also be overcome:-
We’re not a kingdom,
All here are here equally,
And destined to be:-
These oppressive times today,
We must send them on their way:-
These Babylon days,
Shall likewise be cascaded
Into liberty:
We are of Zion sailings;
Liberation shores waiting:-
Come, Babylon child,
Let’s rise up and set our sails;
A new day coming:
We conquering these waters
Of Babylon with justice
Rise up my people,
We have sailing chores to do;
There’s no resting now:-
God’s chartered the way for us;
It’s time to get back on course:-
God’s navigating,
Let us just get to sailing;
The shores are waiting:
Let waves of change froth us on,
With God's wisdom and guidance:-
Remember Zion,
God’s the wind in our sails, too;
Let us sail onwards:
Sailing the ancestral way,
To justice and equity:-
Time to hoist our sails
Into coming winds of change
Sailing likewise waves:
Oppressive Babylon ways,
Daily splashed with Zion froth:-
What if....?
Death was a lottery,
With a Powerball price of a million dollars
Will people still queue up to play?
What if death was a clock, and you had one option
To either fast forward, pause, or rewind it; What will your option be?
What if death was a bank, and one could advocate with it;
Request death forgiveness, death deferment, or death forbearance?
What about death refinancing or death equity?
What if death was like a touch tone phone
And one could put death on hold;
Press zero to bypass mesmerizing angels of death at the reception;
And pally or advocate directly with death?
What if death was a court,
And one could ask for an interlocutory injunction,
Or death arbitration, death adjournment or deferment?
What if death was a wish,
Will beggars still elect to ride, or bolt like Usain?
What if death was cash and carry,
Will the rich, high and mighty,
Be so generous with their cash, as they are to brand names like:
Ferrari, Bugatti and Louis Vuitton?
Or will they chicken out like a cold Turkey?
What if death was a rain check
Will people Queue up to cash in on it?
What if death was like a set of clothes
And one could change from it
Like a Snake discards it's old and worn out skin?
What if death was a marathon
Who would elect to first breast the tape?
What if death was a school or an exam,
And one could do a remediation, carry death over,
Select another elective, or take a death sabbatical?
What if death was an essential commodity
Would you put it on layaway
And make installment plan ?
What if death was a widow,
Will people still accept a widows mite? What if.....?
If you believe professional athletes
should punch their Free Speech Rights out
when they punch in their employment clock,
Why is it fair
to also believe
you have not twittered out your violent
and racist
and sexist
Free NonViolent Speech Rights
when you laid hands on
and pledged your crossed-finger heart
to Presidential FakePatriotic AntiAllegiance
to One First Native MultiCulturing Nation,
for which it stands
under God,
not so much idolatrously and supremely above?
With growing equity, not supremacy,
and WinWin cooperative liberty,
not competitive WinLose violent
and ballistic
restricted TopSecret mega-loyalty corporations,
and for ecojustice of, from, and for All
Species
and climates
and cooperative health care giving and receiving
ecopolitical reassurances
patriotic for ecojustice
inter-network nationed
Sacred Earth,
Headed toward polycultural-endorsing Free NonViolent Speech Outcomes
and away from MonoCulturing Twitters
cheerleading Mindless Speech
as AntiAmerican Outputs,
Indulged and over-invested in too-Yanged ballistic word choices,
not suitable for young non-violent ears and eyes,
as if such were super-calorie patriotic expedited delicious
flag waving
and wearing
and wrapping,
rather than anti-matriotic hearts of loyal-honorable matters
of and for healthy Earth climates,
both inside sacred Twittering
and outside polypathic healthy-wealth
ecopolitically incarnating.
You choose fake patriotism news,
but we,
both Left and Right,
permaculturally prefer
keepin' it realtime jazzy gospel,
Sacred Matriotic Revolutionary Rhythm
and Timeless Blues.
Patriotism is about commitment
to freedom
and justice
and equity
and mercy
and love
and compassion
and justice,
and not at all about feeling bullied to act in ways
that could only betray the integrity of your commitments
to freedom
and justice
and equity
and mercy
and love
and compassion
and peace
and justice for and with All Earthlings,
singing and dancing our best rhythms
as yet timeless blues.
Boulders,
split wide open,
with rounded river-shaped edges,
greet the rain,
their rushing Creator,
everyday re-creating
Fossils
witnessing time's solidarity
between flowing rivers
and boldly shaped
deforming compassion
for lowest sedated intent,
immortal purposes of flow
yet majestically Progenitive
Transparently vulnerable icons,
open seasons of geologically irrational
time invested
in transporting communion
Like a flowing poem,
a rain-drenched story
voicing well-told resonance
Yet compassion longs to understand
why this structure
and our causal flow
have not only found each other
but have remained together
to this recreating end.
Like river rocks and rain,
perhaps we have no knowable choice
other than acclimating time's solidarity
of righteous flow and unliberated shape,
spirit representing nature,
relationship suggesting dynamic autonomy becoming
interdependence unveiling healthy equity
wisdom seeking formed understanding
rain shaped river rocks.
AN OLD GRIOT’S TANKA HOMILY OF OURSTORY
John Lewis and Stokely,
Recruited me as “Tex” Lowe:
Another SNCC "Bro":-
Like King, they have both passed on:
The vision and I, yet here:-
Know and be aware,
Integration…not the theme:
Rather, equity:-
Let’s seek the Dream’s true vision:
Political equity:-
Malcolm too…is gone;
Barak and Harris…still here:
Likewise, are you too:-
So many others have gone;
So many others still here:-
I shall soon be gone;
But I know we shall get there:
Completely equal:
Both economically
And politically, too:-
Christ was crucified,
Risen,, and then ascended:
Canvassing the way:-
Know that we are of God, too:
Kins to Simone of Cyrene:-
In now awareness,
Let’s ice oppression’s syndrome;
Journeying to home:-
We’re in God’s liberation:
He is the greatest power!
What color is angry?
Red!
What color is sad?
dark bluewww...
What color is nurturing health?
green, like wealth?
What color is hate?
BLACK!!!
What color is happy?
Yellow? Like sun light
dawning Earth might.
What color is depressed?
Greyscale.
What color is love?
For some white absence,
for others dipolar TransParent,
for others full rainbow,
waterplant roots ultra-violet.
PolyCulturing Love
symbiotic transformation,
of Ego
stepping into Ego-Eco Equity,
political and economic full-color eco-octaves
of therapeutic function,
resonating regenerate health
of light as affective
eco-empathic frequencies.
Eco-intelligent conscious information
decomposing as bicameral exformation
dualdark concave crystal receding octaves
of ecopolitical natural regenesis,
biculturally nurturing color function,
mad-red
through glad-yellow, mellow
Springing up green hope toward faith,
black fears of fear our colonizing ego-selves,
LeftBrain blind and deaf
to ultra-violet sacredology of colors
Synergy revolving wheels
evolving holonic heals
regenerating physical
with metaphysical
merging polypathic
panentheistic coloration.
What color is ultra-violet?
NewMoon liminal
unbright longing
for mellow yellow.
The corpus millennia has crawled down the vale,
Retracting the sleek, unwieldy remnant of glory,
Into the memorial vault of the deceased perfection;
Romance with Nature in express affection
Set up structures of infinite wonder and story;
Wingless flights, finless aquatics, and sail,
Put up a collage of conformity and compliance
With the Eden-norms on the planet of reliance.
Mastery, like a potter's wheel, shaped success
Out of the clay of daring and venture ;
Finesse and goodwill brought forth the plethora
Of confident happiness, but in an aura
Of warning and threat of the nurture --
Fostering, Greed, and his kin of all excess ;
The forbidden tree put up the succulent fruit,
And the disobedient eater turned into a brute!
Battles and wars were fought for trophies inane,
While the elements have kept tracing a new map;
Fire has charred many a live greenery
Making it look like ill-painted scenery
Quakes and slides have always set a scary gap,
Like the swooping flood and the howling hurricane;
Power, pelf, and the wide stretch of win
Devastate as the victor lies in the forgotten bin.
No glib snake need tempt one now,
Since the Devil himself has chosen to dwell
In the inner depths of defiant ambition,
That leads to the dead end of perdition,
Through exploits, for the riches to swell;
Wants change and satiation never cease anyhow;
Midas, or a conqueror, is not uncommon to find;
Avarice subdues the conscience to stay blind.
Time, the grizzled wizard watches with a frown--
A little amused and often with disdain--
The similar themes and slides in rotation,
With self-centered and wayward a mutation;
The domain is lost in pursuing the gain:
Vain and rueful maneuvers, yet no crown;
To rise to heights, one need not fall,
Nor transgress equity - the bounds for all.