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Cuz existence among *****sapiens
extremely intolerable prospect
particularly sharing planet
with most violent species
courtesy hoodlums wielding
deadly firearms methodically gun down
men, women and children
ratcheting grim milestone
countless dead civilians linkedin
with hazards of war zone.
Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary state of transcendent bliss
twice daily meditation strives to attain),
ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced
apprise ye with a very brief hiss
tour re:, how this generally outlandish
(long gush fellow) doth wanna kiss
hippy, cheeky and buddy
UFO's (with chess
a mon bot of errant knightly -
je ne sais quois finesse,
Oh Henri Matisse -
yea artfully add a touch of Swiss
obviously predominantly
French laced politesse),
though up pawn occasion
this lousy manque non
rook key mutant doth miss
long disused subtle social cues, cuz I still
feel asper (in) a human aberration
always felt like an outcast in an alien nation
even though born on Mars,
(a distinct honorable station),
yet resided on third rock from the sun
what seems like forever damnation
yours truly experienced abolition
against supposed invaders from outer space,
and essentially targeted, kindled,
and bullied on par like an abomination,
no surprise while attempting
to escape imponderable,
and intolerable being walled din,
and trumped "illegal" accusation
crackled, snapped, and popped with abjection,
your honor (forgot to mention
earlier got picked up mistaken as invitation
from outer space by a kid prized
as some sophisticated surveillance drone),
within an etchy sketchy section
of town, and must avoid acquisition
by mad scientists (employed by NASA),
who will undoubtedly take immediate action
and disassemble me (carefully as if dismantling
Bono fide atomic bomb), hence activation
must be established pronto against administration,
sans powerful GMO firearm, emitting disinformation
(mine defense of last resort)
will definitely signal to nemesis
furthering my aggravation,
and Putin this webbed, whirled,
and wired woebegone
wysiwyg wordsmith at risk.
January 13 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 37-39
Key Verse – Genesis 39:23 … The LORD was with him, and that which he did, the LORD made it to prosper.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY PROSPERITY SOURCE
Lord God, You are my prosperity Source…
… Who feeds me with Your satisfaction
Thank You for fixing my life by Your sanctification
While filling me with Your peace-jubilation
Indeed fulfilling my prayer request and supplication
Lord God, You are my prosperity Source…
… Who fires me with Your uprightness-action
Thank You for framing my soul by Your reigning position
While fortifying me with Your mighty function
Indeed filtering me against pride’s destruction.
Lord God, You are my prosperity Source…
… Who finds me to abide in Your caring compassion
Thank You for forgiving my sins with Your deliverance-restoration
While fetching me by Your contentment’s instruction
Indeed fellowshipping with me midst Your inspiration.
Lord God, You are my prosperity Source…
… Who fits me within Your loving preservation
Thank You for fighting my arrogance to practice sincere submission
While facing me against my stubbornness with Your purification
Indeed freeing my rebellious attitude by Your rebuke’s unction.
Lord God, You are my prosperity Source...
... Who forms me well as Your new creation
Thank You for focusing my discernment toward Your vision
While fostering me by Your righteousness-transformation
Indeed flooding upon me Your mercy to comfort me in my desperation.
Lord God, You are my prosperity Source…
… Who fattens me with Your nutritious provision
Thank You for furthering my service by Your grace-driven commission
While fencing me around Your blessings’ favourable progression
Indeed fastening me in Your holiness to overcome wicked perversion.
Lord God, You are my prosperity Source…
… Who fascinates me with Your assured redemption
Thank You for fueling my faith for eternal fruits of spiritual production
While forbidding me to flee from worthlessness-caused frustration
Indeed furnishing me fulfillment-completion by Your omnipotent perfection.
January 13, 2023
They found her today, curled around a dirty blanket under an overpass. The coroner estimated her age at 78.
She had been an aged, unhealthy homeless woman, living on the streets, seeking sustenance from whatever source presented itself.
While alive, when seen, most passersby had turned away in disgust; Youths would yell: “Get a job”, or hurl insults at her.
But … who was she … who had she been …?
--==-
She abandoned her dreams at an early age, and elected to follow the dreams of the man she thought to be her champion and life long companion. More than once she uprooted her life and accompanied him in pursuit of some passionate dream he embraced … and did her best to help him find it.
The “star” on which she had hung her hopes and her entire future abandoned her, with their child, in a bus station in Georgia. She was 28 at the time.
Wear of the years and hardships had taken their toll on her, both mentally and physically. The times and opportunities had passed in which she could have engaged in furthering her education, and it was these things she had put aside to follow “his” dreams.
It was not she who failed, but rather, the “star” she had believed in. The mirror of hope and aspiration she had longingly gazed into when she was fifteen, he had shattered. A lifetime was lost, and its’ shell she wore as tattered rags.
She did those things she had to do to survive, and her child, taken from her, was somewhere in the morass of government bureaucracy, assuring she’d never see him again.
There were days of solitude where white tracks on her soiled face could be seen from her eyes to her chin, as the legacy of her memories.
Her days were filled with foraging. Her eyes had been dulled by disappointment and defeat. Her body was dirty and scarred. Hope to her remained only as a memory of a word of no substance or possibility. She was completely void of any expectations and lived from day to day driven only by the most basic of instincts … it’s what’s left when dreams are callously destroyed.
I was too late, but, today, at last I had found my Mom.
Feeling economically extorted
is like recognizing our collective guilt
regarding past ecological extractions.
Cooperative motives
for proactive economic health investments
are harbingers
re-enactments
co-investments in positive
resiliently democratic
ecotherapeutic communication outcomes.
Economic justice
of a particular exchange,
of any one transactional communication event,
depends not only on the mutually invested/divested
short-term
and decontextualized
un-historicized local outcome
But also,
restorative economic justice
moving toward global cooperative communication peace
depends on mutually non-competitive
non-violent
co-passionate investment intent
for long-term
historically re-contextualized
ecological health benefits
to our global regifting,
gratitude enlightened,
politically empowering economy.
Extortion is reverse face
of pro-active giving
gifting
gracing
forgiveness
liberating redemption
from isolation,
non-communication,
excommunication,
marginalization,
criminalization,
starvation,
extraction from our social capital economy
predicting more global extortion
from our communally wealthy
ecologically healthy
relationship patterns.
So too,
extraction is reverse face
of reinvestment,
natural regeneration,
spirited sacred redemption
of co-investors hearts,
co-messianic hands and feet,
co-bodhisattva roots
fed by historically multicultural,
economically wealthy voices
and ecological healthy choices
For deeply empowering
enlightening absence of distorted
competitive
extractive
kleptocratic extortion
Of historically empowered Haves
divided from monoculturally disempowered,
poor in spirited, HaveNot
A fair share of healthy communication potential
for re-investing
in cooperatively empowering
compassionate co-investments
And not so much feeling forced
into economic extortion
furthering ecologically unhealthy extraction
from resiliently wealthy co-investments
in future health restorative
regenerations.
If you were born to be what you want to be
to believe your needs are yours to achieve
born to breathe the air of success
every failure a course of progress
to give it your all and then find more
to stand up tall right after you fall
and never give in and always endure
widen your view and seek to explore
carve out the path like no one before
In the face of defeat deface it with force
not narcissistic but humble and pure
confident not cocky transparent to the core
giving opportunities out as you go
never feel threatened and help others grow
the best version of you helps the next person too
when advance isn’t chance but purposely proved
and admit when it's chance because that happens too
don't make out and fake out the intention to do
when you don’t know ask questions and listen to answers
observant occurrence in all circumstances
always knowing there’s somebody better
always seek to be somebody better
never completed and never fulfilled
forever reaching increasingly skilled
always have hunger like when you were younger
drive up when you’re under the lightning the thunder
dynamo will of the furthering hunter
nothing’s enough wanting more out of habit
calling their bluff as you reach out and grab it
pushing the boundaries far off the radar
when you are the greatest seek to be greater
it’s about your desires and making them true
that means you do whatever you need too
it’s not what you are it’s about what you do
and you will do things nobody ever knew
if you were born to a set destiny
then you don’t need inspiration from me
you just need to believe it is yours to achieve
don’t let the negative energy breed
from those around you who you do not need
they arrived in your life but they don’t need to stay
it’s you who decides if they stay or go away
when you realise you must act the same day
take the one chance it’s the one that they gave
when you grow old you can look back and say
I lived my life and I did it my way.
I.
Wanted: Seer of Ice,
Free from Time's liquor,
and worth all of this pain,
I thought I'd tell you:
Going home today.
Stepped in a puddle of unreal blue,
it ate up my leg
like a factual disease
we're never taught to pronounce.
It made a home of my leg
and froze me there.
Getting ice cream from the truck
doesn't taste like fun anymore.
Having a bounty that is stuck
doesn't compose musically, nor
when I love mixing my aching joints
and fear-furthering stereo
into my Nintendo beanie
with a hole in it from '05,
when we were a family that didn't succumb
to the true tune of the world; imbibe,
and when, in the middle of this winter past,
my 11th chance passed away, an icicle butterfly
glittering serenely and nostalgically,
its death pure beauty; each new melt better than the last
like darkness lurching beyond noon's laughter,
when I held her,
I did not actually hold eternity,
I held the world of snow
that now has sic'd a bliz on our happy mem'ries to gather,
O Conundrum,
you replaced so well
the spirit of the death knell
that blackest June did sell.
II.
Two clocks are frozen, their second hands
tick
back and forth
in the same spot,
Limbo; Oblivion.
I picked you up, then,
Seer of Ice.
I wanted to talk to you,
but I can only hear you in my head,
and cry out in vain to an image
that tells me my own answers.
In the ol' photograph scene, I, an infant,
stare up at you, and you quell my tears.
You were a Seer,
so you knew of our future--our now--
and froze yourself in Time.
I never knew you truly,
or why you divorced,
or what you knew of true love.
You never knew that I'd grow up
to become a Seer of Darkness.
I take the clocks down off the wall
and re-energize them
with the batteries of lonely, twilit factories,
and the lingering magic
from the power you still have
from within your grave, fading,
only leads me to name a price:
Wanted: Seer of Ice
There was an earlier time
that came to mind
this day I heard dangerous fears and angers
called cowardice instead,
back 200 years ago
in the United States,
when Northern industrialists,
relying on southern cotton
to mill fabrics
clothing cotton-picking slaves
and other whiter folks,
joined Southern slave-owners
to refer to Abolitionists
as cowards.
Moral cowards
for threatening Orthodox ecopolitical viability
as it was misunderstood
in that 200 year old time and place.
Naming radicalized revolutionaries
Cowards
might provoke despair
to further points of violence against innocents,
the non-bullies of democratic process,
majority rule,
but will not dissuade inpatient intolerance
of their view
that what we say of them
is what we, in fact, are.
Whether this radicalized voice and action
is to Abolish further violence,
further buying and selling of sacred nature
further hubris of owning what can only be gifted,
borrowed through mutual consent,
or to Abolish established inclusive democratic peace,
makes all the morally healthy difference.
Yet, in either case,
whether healthy or pathological radicalization,
naming the Abolisher a coward and a fool
needing to be stamped out
will merely spread this nascent revolution
toward further violence growing higher boundaries
to hopes for cooperative sanity.
When we look behind the normal public tour
of terrorist acts and actors,
the rhetorical reviews and guided stories
most frequently told,
we are likely to find a long familiar risk
to public health;
variations on cultures of patriarchal abuse,
matriarchal neglect,
and desecration of RightBrain ecopolitical equivalence.
For this reason, if no other,
choosing emasculating words
like cowardly and disloyal
and unfaithful,
is a choice to notice only deception
while revolutionary inception festers into flowering
further blasts of suppressed anger
hyped up hate
furthering Earth's climates
of pathological fear.
Nonagenarian father afflicted,
his body electric awry
with congenital heart failure,
before long twill bid existence bye
whose physical well being -
corporeal essence inevitably will die
unavoidable manifest destiny...
accompanied into afterlife courtesy death
envision caricature immortal grim reaper
moost ofttimes (normally leering)
brandishing trademark scythe,
impossible mission to skirt dark shadow
creeping closer along edge of night, not shy,
eclipsing former robust native son Brooklyn
once upon time aforementioned sturdy strong guy
metamorphosed gallantly,
gangly, and gawky youth
courtesy blood, sweat and tears
conditioned into muscular trim physique
with equal fervor did apply
figurative nose to grindstone, and well nigh
academically succeeded (think flying colors)
attending City College (back then free - no lie)
deservedly acquiring mechanical engineering degree
furthering advanced studies at Columbia University
General Electric career employee
opting early retirement at age sixty
subsequently clocking thirty plus orbits around sun,
a widower past fifteen plus years, he
steadfastly remained married approximately
half century, and twas... understandably
grievously, honestly, and inconsolably sad
when terminal illness stole key
once dirt poor wife i.e. bride (never bartered)
who bore him three offspring - me
including an older and younger sister
acutely aware I (nsync with siblings)
may learn (ex post facto), our father
though art(fully) adept with smarts already told
tragically could succumb (think demise - see
above) regarding pandemic
indiscriminately claiming thee
storied Zayda as linkedin with progeny
thyself begat (deux) from yours truly,
and biological kith brought forth
their precious kin, whose limp body
born aloft without survivors
without filial piety
bequeathed as Boyce Brandon Harris'
soul into realm of dead souls eternity.
A girl was raped in a bus that night
By six men, all drunk, who had lost their minds
Ambrosia was the elixir of gods, it is said
But godlike men in this age aren’t born or made
Alcohol wrecks judgment, makes beasts out of men
Deeds under its influence have put us men to shame
Shops abound in our nation where alcohol is sold
The government till overflows when the weather turns cold
A corrupt force is tasked to uphold the country’s law
Incidents occurring on a daily basis expose this basic flaw
Fear of law is no deterrent for miscreants and crooks
The police prefer to look away; with them, they are in cahoots
But a girl still battles death today aided by a ventilator
Skewered with an iron rod that night, unending was her horror
Demonstrations against this shame were met with brutal force
Citizens showing solidarity were bludgeoned without remorse
The hand that wields the baton to protect civil society
Is now the hand that throttles free voice and liberty
Bad governance, we know is the bane of any nation
Bad policing and lawlessness is responsible for any country’s degeneration
Instead of upholding law and maintaining order
Law enforcers are subdued by their political masters
Whose lack of will to rein in the force given selfish political aspirations
Stems from a sense of indebtedness for furthering their ambitions
Burning state fuel at night they stalk and chase prey
Fleecing shady truckers and wheeler-dealers who operate in markets grey
This extortion by night on city road and state highway
Robs the state of much needed revenue and is an add-on to their pay
Similar incidents happen each day of the year and night
In night’s anonymous darkness or blatantly by daylight
With the force preoccupied in matters so vital
Who will protect our girls and control the crime spiral
The government of the day is callous to people’s concerns
Callous to a daughter’s fate on whom men on a bus took turns
Feeling entitled to self-pardoning Grace
Elitist tendencies
within democracy
competitively arise
as cooperative trusting gratitude
fades away
from anti-colonizing
post-traumatic revolutionary space.
Patriarchal problems
seek matriarchal resolutions.
Republic governance structures,
raising up legislative and executive representatives
to judiciously restore healing
where social and economic and environmental wounds
become public cooperative power
to redeem pathologies
by inviting transparently trusted remediations.
Republics must justify control
of too liberally inclusive love,
and have anthro-supremacist issues
deteriorating into bipolar anger
and polycultural fear
of rabidly overpopulated xenophobia
slowly hatching boundary enhancement schemes,
nationalistic entitlement competitions
replacing humane polypathic hope and faith
in international ecological cooperations
for multicultural health-wealth
2020 revolutions
furthering downstream PositivEnergy Democracy.
We are not wrong
to democratically hope
European Union trust
is a more resilient political ecology
and resonant social theology
than pre-millennial wars
and internecine creedal crusades
and building moats
around castle embattled walls
for hoarding up nutritional treasures
against predative invaders
and polyculturing ideas.
Social and
personal and
economic and
ecological and
theological political integrity
invite democratic gratitude
for republic non-violent bilateral communicating leaders,
green legislators speaking and listening,
and deep learning judicious ecotherapeutic executives
facilitating balance between
LeftBrain deductive unity
and RightBrain sacred inductive diversity,
Secular with Sacred Integrity,
in-between universal ego-health resilience
and unitarian eco-wealthy resonance,
Yang breathing in
Yin bleeding gratitude
ego/eco-redemptively out.