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Bertrand Russell
was intrigued by systems theory,
appalled by systemic racism
within himself and others,
corporations and churches
not recognizing each other's wisdom
also found in temples and synagogues
and community investment banks
and poor houses.
He was also interested in political philosophy,
power of aristocrats
anticipating growing personal economic despotism
offering no respite
to green/blue democratic EarthLovers.
A contemporary of Einstein's,
who shared Russell's political philosophy
and perhaps his interest in 4Dimensional
prime NonZero-entropic space/time
co-arising dipolar bilateral
spatial/integral
physical/metaphysical systems
also sort of bicamerally structured
Russell writes,
"The reason physics has ceased to look for causes
is that, in fact,
there are no such things.
The law of [unilateral linear] causality
is a relic of a bygone age,
surviving, like the monarchy,
only because it is erroneously supposed
to do no [win/lose, either/or leftbrain dominant reductive] harm."
Here, Russell's parenthetical analogy
betrays his political philosophy
favoring natural/spiritual green/blue co-arising systemic democracy
of We The Healthy MultiCultural EarthPeople
causing and effecting
monoculturing
narcissistic aristocratic collective fantasies,
anthropocentric Naked EarthExploiting Emperors.
Causal systemic power travels down to up,
like root systems toward flowers,
nutritionally before,
secondarily, communication flowing back top to down,
like seeds embedding in Earth's co-invested future
multiculturing fertile soil
bearing multi-regenerational anticipated win/win fruits,
Dipolar co-arising in polyphonic apposition
more normatively nurturing
than win/lose bipolar challenges of monoculturing,
too aristocratically self-delusional
short-term empowering aggressors
leftbrain straight white western male predators
on organic polycultural matriarchal fields
of original nature/spirit win/win systemic energy
in which each individual ego
is EarthMother sacred
eco-politically born
For growing systemic
democratic cooperative green energy,
power,
empowerment,
enlightenment
of integrity's systemic multiculturing potential
for climate health,
internally ego-inspiring spiraling spiritual
as externally natural rooted
organic ecosystems of life
reversing monoculturing death.
What if I never get better
What if years pass and I’ll still find myself favoring solitude with no desire to form new relationships
I’ll long for love but never allow myself a chance out of the cold
And my heart will wince even at the the thought of another kissing my lips
I’ll continue to push out any good that comes into my life
I’ll see the sun and close my curtains because the warmth reminds of better days
What do you do when someone wants to give you the sun
but all you’ve done is sulk in winter because you’re afraid of the sun rays
Afraid that you’ll get too close and suffer terrible burns because you forgot your sunscreen
Afraid that you’ll feel the warmth but be denied because you’ve ever only experienced an ice age
Afraid that you’ll lose it all if you let a soul in
Afraid to even open up a new book of love because you’re scared to see what may be on the first page
And maybe others are to blame for the onset of that ice age
but I’m to blame for the continuation of the mass snow fall and the sheets of ice
Not allowing myself to break down the wall in my mind
Only allowing myself to build it higher thinking it will give me my perfect paradise
But it doesn’t have to be like this
I can break down my walls and stop the storm
build a garden instead with a variety of flowers
I can let the sun in and for once let my heart feel warm
The sound of that is scary but other things are more concerning
Like the fact that I’m afraid of love
Or the fact that I could deny the love that is all around me
When in reality love is the only thing I wanted to feel or consist of
The truth is I’m not afraid of love or all the traits that come with it
I’m afraid that I may turn my back and my spine will be met with a sharp blade
Consuming me with a superficial love that bruises my soul and sever my heart strings
Taking that chance is almost asking to be betrayed
I don’t want to be afraid of the what ifs and off chances
I’m tired of slamming the door at the sight of love and peace
I want more for myself
because I’m so tired of solitude being the only way I can find emotional release
I think I do want love
No actually I want to be the epitome of it
I want to be warm to the touch and soft eyed
Because maybe for once I’m tired of just being a heart that’s broken and split
Nine lives removed from royal dignity
Five days after
getting acquainted with darling cats
pampered like queens courtesy
thee eldest daughter
and her partner acquired as kittens
reminiscence occurred regarding
one particular four footed feline
my late mother doted over.
Lion eyes hide predatory wage
sharp retractable sharp claw
never did the late Sage
exhibit talon nor ferocious jaw
even when getting his nails clipped,
said gentle cat infrequently
sunk daggers into soft human skin,
but upon completion
of aforementioned onerous task,
he voicelessly, soundlessly, passively,
manly, joyfully did withdraw.
Aye attest tubby reincarnated
(as well mine eldest daughter's beau)
from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
named Morris if that gives
a handy dandy clue,
and during my fuzzy past
hence, asthma “Cats Cradle”
segued and Atlas
shrugged off 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 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 humongous mandrake
from the, "Animals"
whose body heat could
easily melt an igloo,
whereby Inuits 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), he knew
practically every detail
incorporating page number, punctuation
plus citing word for word
never truncating, omitting,
nor jumbling... any lines,
and could track missing link,
when felines shared common ancestor
but,...such petty files
would most likely boar
and go way off course, and hence
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,
cuz yours truly off
in a huff to bang a lore.
Cooperative kindness to others
is a fake kindness
if this liberating word or freeing action
compromises your own integrity,
which is disintegrating thereby,
an unkindness
to your own healthy Ego with Other relationship.
WinLose compromising kindness toward all Others
is not a healthy bicameral kindness
because such white lie words and actions
compromise Earth's WinWin wealth
of sacred integrity.
Left v Right Brain disintegrity of words and actions
pathological, not even LeftBrain rational,
within my own Ego/Eco bilateral
Inside/Outside healthy integrity.
My sensory-neural map
of and for cooperative kindness
is not necessarily your organic farm integrity territory,
spanning LoseLose past Here
toward WinWin future RightBrain optimization Now,
by reducing Right ecoconsciousness
Of each ego deducting form
faking induced co-empathic kindness
that would overpower shame's blaming feelings.
LeftBrain verbal secular kind consciousness for Trust
in co-tensioned presence
with RightBrain sacred copresent nonverbal awareness.
Our ecologically nutritional systems
organically digest/eliminate
Whole Open climate systemic stories
are also our humane WinWin
theological metaphysical natures
favoring healthy historic-sacred
WinWin Grace
over LoseLose DeGeneration
anti-development of health-wealth
deep learning kind integrity narratives
And ecometrically Positive Polynomials
equivalently contrasted against Not(Not PolyPhonic)
Zero Kindness Zones
WinYang = Win YinYin
bilateral
binomial
bicameral EgoSelf/Other ZeroSoul consciousness,
co-empathic + = double negative,
as light = dualdark cosmology,
nurturing resonantly resilient non-violence.
A secular LoseLose map
is not the sacred WinWin kind custodial territory.
WinLose capitalist patriarchal media
are not our WinWin bicamerally cooperative
health/wealth message.
The dance is not the nonverbal kindness song,
Our song unseen
unheard
disintegrating
without our health-advocating
rain-kind grace dance.
Conflict is not my cooperative FireCircle outcome,
and cooperatives cannot be consensus born
without conflict,
as atheist LoseLose theoreticians
cannot emerge
without prior ecotheistic WinWin
nutritional-matriarchal experience
of Truth/Beauty ZeroZone kindness.
My body restrains my mind.
Logic as ecologically constrained,
naturally rational,
like rain does not fall up
unless I am standing on my head.
Embodiment also limits my mind.
Imagination often resists such sparse frugality of powers,
yet also thrives on simplicity
more than duplicity.
I can imagine pleasure of mind
capable of visiting China for an hour one day
and one night,
a particular coastal town,
a particular family,
a particular other body
looking back at me
imagining how he would look and sound
to someone like me
from a coastal town in the U.S.
And then my mind's eyes become his,
looking out at his loved ones
and actively distrusted ones
and his vistas and landscapes and climate smells
and hopes and fears.
Then the tip of South Africa
in the next hour,
then visiting both Syria and Korea
five hundred years ago
to explore constancy and change
in how we look and sound,
smell and taste,
how we feel trusting and mistrusting
and how we might feel about my RealTime ego-mind,
and then visit again five hundred years from now
to notice in this same variety of ego-
and eco-conscious ways.
Yet, in all these disembodied images
my frequent flyer
yet frugal ego remains relentlessly enclosed
by limitations of my own body's continuous memory
of ego-eco centering mind,
favoring simplicity of transparent confluence,
aesthetics of balance and symmetric full-color harmony,
ethics of mutual time travel
empathically trusting and mistrusting out
then breathing back in with equanimity.
Becoming extended out through space and time,
only and finally to come back to rest
within multiculturally edified
yet ecopolitically simplified creolizing presence
of still ego/eco centering me,
hoping you will love how I look and sound,
smell and taste,
feel and empathically trust
at least as much as my mind can
comprehensively engage this phylogenic embodiment
we human natures each and all metamorphically breathe in,
evolutionarily extend out
to transcend mere ego,
frugal befriending flow of trusting EarthTribes.
My body restrains my mind
as our phylogenic evolution constrains our empathic mindbody,
as our embodied landscape retrains our co-empathic climates.
Quivering lowest limb
namely mine little feet
medication side effects
analogous running dead heat
most often while fast asleep
the missus claims thrashing feet
easily mistaken for epilepsy
disrupts her pleasant dreams
claiming legitimate grounds
for kickstarting divorce
bachelorhood amenable
versus her furious
expletive laced outbursts
crying out loud
further under_scoring, necessitating,
mandating, accentuating...
feasible solution for Pete sakes,
thus favoring me night owl schedule
mine circadian rhythm
easily reoriented,
reestablished, realigned
when she goes beddie bye boo
I feel unbounded energy reserves
bubbles forth courtesy microcosmic
La Brea tar pits interestingly enough
preserving fossilized traces,
when shut eye cycle
regarding yours truly
synchronized more optimally
with counterpart, which
vagary linkedin with
one or more
pharmacological prescriptions,
yet this mister loathe
to forego synthesized agent
that calm emotional provocateurs
particularly diminishing
frequency and intensity
formerly debilitating panic attack,
which vestige chronic anxiety
prevalent thank you sweaty hands
profuse dripping perspiration
during torpid heat waves,
where combination
central air conditioning/
(albeit malfunctioning)
doubles as warmth
generating source
one bedroom
apartment unit B44,
which aforementioned detail
lacks relevance in toe toe
with healing power of
selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors
cuz clinical depression
linkedin with diagnosis
constituting genetic package
biologically bequeathed
to this anonymous hominid
amazingly graced with
psychological ills affecting
academic and employment functionality,
hence lifetime struggle
to live hand to mouth
hardscrapple existence
plaguing dependents and spouse
dealing with mailer daemons
compromising her mental health
translated as without income,
therefore financial shortcomings
lured by castles in the air
pipedreams, a lottery winner,
I dream of genie - in a bottle...
which farfetched stroke of luck
less likely than
getting struck by lightning
with sunshine illuminating
man cave within
which scrivener scribbles away.
John F Kennedy said this about the people of East Berlin, "the people of East Berlin are voting with their feet." Hence the land of "eloquent silence." Where people were so afraid of being turned into the state police. They were afraid to speak their minds in a socialistic form of government. For the fear of being turned over for questioning and integration by the communist security police.
In spite of what happened during the Vietnam generation. And in spite of what has been happening in Hong Kong and in Valenzuela young American people are favoring a socialist government. They are censoring freedom of expression as hate speech. Which includes any person who disagrees with you. Yes, racist speech is hate speech! And so is censoring freedom of expression by the term political correctness! Political correctness violates free speech!
Remember the days when it was not politically correct in the United States of America to wish people a Merry Christmas? Cities and town were prohibited from Christmas decorations. Especially if they were religious in nature! They even wanted to ban people from displaying Christmas religious decorations on their lawns. People used terms such as happy holidays and season's greetings and they still do today. Which is fine by me!
When I was younger, Winter break was called Christmas Vacation. And spring break was called Easter Vacation. That changed even when I was enrolled in the public school system. I was either in high school or junior high. When it first took effect. Choirs and bands could not sing religious songs.
The ten commandment and religious monuments were being torn down
by people, who wanted freedom from religion. Cites such as Everett Washington had to fight to keep our ten commandments. By designating it as an historical landmark.
People have the basic right not to believe in God if they want to! That's what freedom of religion is all about. People have the right to believe in God if they want to. People have the right to disagree, and I would like to keep it that way!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 03, 2020
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
Sacred health
is also secular green wealth
integrity
is a Taoist
non-zeroist yang/yintegral
inclusive tool for progressive social ecology
Collaboratively informed with co-arising
co-gravitating
co-empathic
co-passionate
multiculturing processes
of cooperative interreligious
inter-reconnecting
intersectionally recommunicating
enlightening and empowering theology.
This bicameral balancing re-education project
for developing healthy organic communication
reweaves RightSide cultural wealth prominence
with LeftSide climate health dominance
for and of all interdependent
inter-communing embodied minds
Deep listening and wide seeing,
dancing down and singing up
ego feeling and eco touching,
tasting in while smelling out
sensory-neural polypathic systems
Are our empathic metacommunication ego systems
re-connecting
re-ligioning internal nutritional economic exchanges
with external communication sensory networks
experienced across a health/wealth variable range
from projecting Lose/Lose
violent outcomes
through protecting Win/Win
nonviolent incomes.
Nutrition's neuro-sensory integrity messages
respond to ecologically resilient health relationships
and EarthJustice energy democratization,
Win/Win nonzero-zone cooperative games
for repurposing inclusive polycultural values
Progressively communicating
nonviolent green communions
transubstantiating
theologically resonant wealth
developing
tools that cannot become
misinforming
weapons against fluid
wealthing
that cannot become walled
LeftBrain dominating minds
resisting WholeEarth open systemic matters
favoring multicultural education
supporting economic ecological prosperity
as polytheistic theological RightMind pleasure
Nonhedonistic Yang
deductive scientific paradise
deep listening
cooperative learning
hidden within polypathic Yintegral grace
grateful promise
for more cooperative engagement
co-investment in dancing down
and singing up
Metaphysically sacred green wealth
is also secular physical health,
EarthIntegrity's great transformative climate potential.
I watch the news again with a dubious eye of concern
Another terrorist attack, more animals facing extinctions - I learn
Another natural disaster just occurred - Now that deserves coverage
Should they not be reporting though, more about stories of courage?
Of News worthy stories a darker side forever creeps in
Getting caught with the hype I must confess I’m guilty of this sin
Extreme events seem to be the order to feed the people
A grim world to trick us into thinking and following like ‘Sheeple’
Stock market crashes more exaggerated than they actually are
A news report of Dog eats Dog gets a Richter scale of 10 by far
But here on my soap box I stand and put before you my confessions
It’s not about chocolate or addictions of loosely thrown at Love Obsessions
More about the starving masses around the world that need to be fed
Looking through the soulless eyes of a child as he looks at his loved ones dead
Feeling helpless as I hear about the hopelessness of preventing child labor
In a world going wrong that finds it hard to follow The Word ‘Love thy Neighbor’
Now back to a confession of an obsession of Life’s necessities
Though I will not forsake morals, decorum or prudence in my ‘obsessities’
I am not here to play God or a claim to Fame shall I seek
Favoring anonymity I shall reach out - a Voice for the Meek
Would you not love to lead a child from the Dark to the Light?
Would you not love to put an end to a poor man’s plight?
Would you not love to be able to make a blind man see?
Would you not love to hear liberated children laugh in glee?
My Obsession is MONEY, so judge if you thou wilt
If you think this a sin then I stand, 'shameless in my Guilt'
But it’s the only way that I know of where I can make a difference
MONEY is the KEY in my Obsession to alleviate World Sufferance
~ Placed Second in Contest~
Obsession Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
27th July 2017