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In psychology and communications theory
We notice experiences of cognitive/affective dissonance--
What an anthropologist might note
as a cultural legacy of cognitive blindness--
epically unfortunate events
And a health therapist
might not notice as a pathological orthodoxy
preventing mere health objects of history
from acting and voting
in our own greatest subjective wealth of multicultures
promoting IdentityHealth resiliently-responsible self-interests.
Like voting for DonaldJohn
if you are in the bottom 99%
of the Not Trumpian Orthodox Healthy and Attractive SuperElite
Or, you are in the 1%
but Not Trumpian StraightWhite EgoCentric Myopic PrivilegedMale.
Orthodox feelings
favoring affective matriarchal change
and cooperative integrity re-acclimations of GoodFaith Circles
and healing revolutions
for restoring natural/spiritual FireCircle justice
Compel multicultural objectives
to continue cooperatively unfolding
and ecologically incarnating
our own greatest
and deepest
and widest theological polypathic health
of eco-polyphonic graced integrity
OutDoor CoPresence
Integrating both PositiveIntegrity development
effecting and affecting NegativeBlindMendacity
inside screaming voice abatement
co-arising dipolar appositional 2020Vision
Prime ZeroZone
Ego/EcoRevolutionary Relationship.
During childhood
It was all about imagination,
As in opening a window
For a fun, medieval war with full set of armor and a sword
And fighting the foes who comes to fight.
I'd always made it unfair
For my enemies;
Seventy-four to forty-seven
And scoring a victory for my land.
As each war was fought, many men were defeated and killed
But with the stakes of losing my country and throne,
Losing or surrendering was not an option.
But a new enemy came, stronger than any other foe I fought,
And his name was Evil Ken,
A dark figure, with the same body tone as mine,
His eyes were bright red,
Both hands were sharp as kitchen knives,
And his energy was pure darkness.
Not only Evil Ken came,
He put his contagious plaque
Over my countrymen;
One claw from his hands
Feels like a painful parade
Full of little ants
Crawling into your skin.
I'd thought in my mind
That my soldiers can be healed
And fight by my side,
But it was too late.
The meadows of my imagination
Became little voices,
Similar voices of fallen men whom I killed,
And my muscles in my right wrist,
Which had the power of democracy,
Became the voices' weapon
Of mass destruction
And turning it against me.
The percentile of me winning this war was 3:1,
Favoring Evil Ken
And fear came through me
Like a man was getting executed by be-headed.
I feared that I will be next on the chopping block
Of iron and steel.
So for this "Never-ending war"
Between Evil Ken and his plaque
Against me
Multiple names were firing at me,
Like ***** and a juvenile delinquent,
But an unfamiliar voice came by my side,
Like an angel from the sky flew down,
And gave me evidence
On how to defeat Him and his plaque.
This evidence was
Leadership, motivator, and a
Survivor.
The war ended with his plaque
And Evil Ken was finally disperse.
I may have won this war,
But more will come in time
And more men will be defeated.
Written: July 04, 2023
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A respected river, your holiness sublime.
Purifies within if we let your essence seep.
From the powerful mountains, you climb
Pious and deep, it cures thirst spirits, creep
We all joined in a loud wave of ovation.
Farmers and anglers exploit it commonly.
Before you slowly dyke into the ocean.
Your pristine oceans are just heavenly.
Favoring even those who have sinned.
I've begun to write a tale of keen people.
Your purity is lovely, a river so revered.
You arose from the depths of a steeple.
Quenching the thirst of souls, from the abyss.
Peasants and boatmen, united in bliss,
Your presence is a source of joy and peace.
As we gather along your banks, we find release.
But as you journey toward the endless sea,
Our hearts ache, as we agnize you must leave.
Yet your holiness remains, forever to foresee
Waters, so pure, cleanse our souls, we believe.
Grifter (inspired by Seth Art Carrillo)
Grifter was what someone told me...I reckon it was on a ridiculously stupid app...and a friend of mine told me about it, laughing while he says it...while I silently throw a tantrum...here the pounding of my drums of defeat...covered in corruption's cum...that drips against my fatigued feet right on frivolous beat
Right on...I'm a fraud that's freakin' frightening...I get it! I trust no one...
Isolated in my room of my own thundering, lightning thots... Sham shame embraced thee! Imagining my fiction becoming a reality...now, that's fantastically freaky
Favoring the good side of life...I'm a foolish, wise man in the brink of utter ruin...my blameworthiness is brewin' from deep within...scrambling in my feeling of unfeeling hurt...I hurt like a expert athlete and the pain is real and oh so neat - cover the wounds of my torn-up body with a white, linen sheet...let it bleed through, for I'm a sea blue
Tranquility never came into my hands of chaotic pleasure beyond measure...the Walking Dead has risen from the graves of glamorous decrepitness and bloody insanity...shame on you for making me live life without any worries, because there were so much to worry about in the first place...bombs that are set off right before my eyes makes me wanna bike ride through these up and down roads...overwhelmed with loads of fear that makes me shed this sorrowful tear...sheer cheer surrounds me, for I was a temporary hero, but it was all in my visions, my dreams of past ambitions due to dumb decisions and unaccomplished missions
Elevated by the fact that lovers of love equals the haters of hate...haters are losers and lovers are winners - so, don't play the blame game, for shame has came into my cranium of numbness and dumbness, sticking in my tissues of distress in progress
Rage typed into words of want...I need love and I want your XOXO's...blanket me with your bliss, not your hopelessness...friends come and go, I lost their phone numbers tho...but I don't mind being alone with me, myself and I...for I'm stronger than I realize, I'm not alone and I'm not a failure
Man Dangling
The jump was from a 12 story building roof
Glass bursting out from intense heat
Below, flames enveloped each floor
Engulfed them, every room, fire and flame
An aluminum pole stood adjacent to the site
A ghost like image leaps in desperation
Fear motivates those covered in fear
Griped in panic with shaky hands
Grasping chance
12 stories down don’t really tell the tale
He climbed up to reach the pinnacle
14 stories high he stood alone
Too frightened to look down
He balanced on the cylindrical top
Narrow but firm for an awkward foot
Anchored on one worn out shoe
Torn laces and large hole in the sole
Held him in place against a rising wind
Not favoring him to win
As he watched his home burn down
Neighbor’s lost theirs as well
He swayed from side to side from way up there
Concrete held the pole in place
Shoe laces simply dangled and so did he
Contemplating everything the eye could see
On the pole, firmly in his place
One day, we will organize things by priority
Emphasize your health over your bounty
Favoring lenient prophylaxis above authority
In favor of people, rather than oil paucity
Up to this point, we will rely on charity.
Whether it was a donation or a reward
Because of you, I finally took the sword
I am paddling the currents of my hoard
In its wake, I went down with the horde.
Your limbs feel the kiss of the moon
She strolls happily in a fading sun boon
The poor plate waits for a spoon
What is the person who cannot feel others' swoons?
Noticing the arduous pain yet still inopportune
Water, not blood in veins, if they are tycoons.
Written: December 07, 2022
Divide and conquer debates
favor win/lose competitions
as sometimes vicious over-investment
in defeating healthy democracy
to conquer public-square power space
not particularly sublime
While compassionate discussions
favor win/win cooperation
as virtuous co-investments
in green communion
circling passionate sharing time
Becoming complexly nuanced
beyond any tolerable hot red point
of static Business As Usual stuck
redundantly building stale uniformity lists
from LeftBrain hearing preference
for strong straight white self-defense
protagonist voices
Drowning out Other
while dragging out streams
of degenerating antagonist
non-communication
Unhealthy anthro-supremacist
viciously polarizing
and repolarizing
hidden dark resentments,
perennial fears of not enough
Dissociating and ruminating dark rabbit holes
for hiding capital competing heads
while our ecocidal ideations destroy
fragile health care systems,
insuring natural defense
organic industries
food and potable water production
and historical preservation
and water-front real estate values
Further dividing
and polarizing deepest dialogue
and highest
and best debates
favoring winner survives all competitions
and vicious viral over-investment
in defeating healthy democratic trust
to conquer public-square power space
by fostering active distrust of Other,
not particularly sublime
While more regenerative discussions
favor win/win ecofeminist cooperation
as virtuous co-investment
in green communion
circling compassion's communion
through eternally sacred
EarthTribe inclusive time.
A stretched gloaming tethers creation in a
daystar's wake ... askew parts The Old Guitarist
ebbing lambent stars strung to a yarn of spring ...
'Tis the volley of calendrical crasis
poised to a youthful Einstein that subtracts from
the sum and substance whence summer makes a splash ...
The advent of an enchanting star dulls a
chant that the Khanate only stains upon its
Golden Horde smolders beneath befriending clouds ...
A whiff that slights Aurelius' bearings yet
still trifles a chalk absence to the presence
of cheese that embellishes the languid tracing ...
The shallow space of bards decreed a crowning
flock of teary favoring san tissues of
lissome verdancy choral ode vibrant charms ...
Worshipped effervescent microscopic dew
bringing into being just one bell prayers
bearing fruits of promise in globule water ...
Petrichor emanates to a hoverance
wisp claim as wandering brevity stands still
amidst a sonder of souls ventured threshold ...
Gold beams glimpsed a bevy coup of a vast crest
as the dripping stalled in evaporating
stares chase a clinked rainbow flaunts with ... creation.
(alternately titled: lion eyes hide sharp claws
unless made irate, then yours truly
bares his sharp talons
on all of mine faux pas).
Aye attest tubby reincarnated
from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
named Morris if that gives a clue,
and during my fuzzy past
hence, asthma “Cats Cradle”
segued into kitten hood
fur hum lee established
type cats as (tin pan) alley cat,
a rather litter boxed gritty debut
t'wood become (later in life) tabby
quick as greased lightning
snatching in the air,
when tender vittles flew,
technically got fired (acquiring
appropriate pet nicknames)
as fame (like a bushy cat tail) grew
viz perfect back up crooner
for “Cat Stevens”,
or lead singer for
the "Stray Cats" oddly
coupled, featured, and
incorporated with the guru
Horton Hears A Hoo,
yes him Elephant resembling
a humungous mandrake
from the, "Animals,"
whose body heat could
easily melt an igloo,
whereby Eskimos accepted charity from
Korean philanthropists named Joo
(founders of Palaces for Pachyderms),
these lumbering creatures possessed
an exemplary photographic memory
(rivaling that of the amazing
deceased idiot savant
Kim Peek) knew
practically every detail
incorporating trunk hated lines
(and could track missing lynx),
when felines shared common ancestor
but,...such petty files would most likely boar
and go way off course, and hence
I will shy away being extempore
favoring a deliberate fore
ray padding around basically ignore
ring any rhyme or reason
suddenly ending this persiflage,
and thence to thee bon jour.
That About A Face
Previously responsible concerning an adolescent resplendent facial hallmark,
Awarded to privileges and sanctioned embellishment favoring enhancement,
Over time, years chip away unnoticeably o'er worn breathless moments,
Taunt texture of an arduous youth evaporates in a whimsical hallucination,
Face delicately immersed in a penny-filled wishing well made full by an Irish spring,
Whereby, encroaching four-leaf clovers anticipate deviating hands to favor,
For a wealth of squishing palms to rub gently the verdurous lucky
chartreuse petals,
Against foretelling fluctuating skin with moisturizing balms that saturates the aged cavities,
Alas, rebellious slaves to periodical moons ebb the epidermis as once kept promises reneges,
Former fields of the dermis yield a harvest worthy of an ample supply of suppleness o'er a lifetime,
Where cherished glorious heyday occupied a magnificent proffered face for cameras to envy,
In the advance of time, I am content to gracefully tender the waning years for a fair measured distance as a camera poses for a closeup.
2019 December 22