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"Laid Upon Their Alters"
qhapaq hucha
it begins at birth
the most precious
resource of all
we are registered,
audited, one by one
under the rod measured
by lizard rule
the capacocha
children of complacency
dumbed down, some
thorns, uppity, removed
heads counted
to be held high
as trophies, those played
and won
for the greater good
oh yes,
we belong;
we belong,
we’ve always belonged,
to the ruling class
sapa inca
orders sacrifice, daily
all are held up to the Sun
of the others’ huacas,
accountable,
we are ears of corn
sheared and scattered
kurnels sown to replenish
a new world
fresh crops
laid upon
their oily alters
falls the empires
one by one
like conquistadors
they dissolve us
holy sees parted
red and bleeding
we are all children
well drugged
foreplay for prophecies
all war rooms
cleanly wiped
disinfected, by fire
baptised deja vu
submerged
together
we are something else
to behold
realm of the four parts
these final moments
matter
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“With their royalty and focus of worship destroyed,
the general population readily accepted Spanish rule
as “what was done.” This created local assistance which,
along with outside factors, allowed the Spanish
to completely conquer the region by 1572,
marking the end of the Inca Empire.“
“This pattern of manipulating a people’s concept
of ideological power, in conjunction with
relational and material power,
is seen throughout history
and is often a large component
of the fall of great empires.”
"That’s why the banalities matter.
When the real issues come up, healthy states,
the ones capable of handling and minimizing
everyday dysfunction, have a great deal more capacity
to respond than those happily waltzing toward their end.
But by the time the obvious, glaring crisis arrives
and the true scale of the problem becomes clear, it’s far too late.
The disaster—a major crisis of political legitimacy, a pandemic,
a climate catastrophe—doesn’t so much break the system
as show just how broken the system already was."
There goes the water where we find all the fish
There goes the earth where we grow all the food
There goes an ideological wish
Another tenet of Darwin, misconstrued
China Syndrome
Melting and melting into the ground
China Syndrome
Burning and burning all the way down
There goes a coal miner trying to help
Another sad soldier with soot on his face
There goes an agency that must mean well
They've sent back his remains in a six-foot case
There goes a forest gone belly-up
There goes a species without a bed
The sun won't shine, the winter won't let up
Fallout bakes the fields that once gave bread
China Syndrome…
There goes the water where we find all the fish
There goes the earth where we grow all the food
There goes an ideological wish
Another child of Darwin, torn from the brood
My great challenge for fruitful wisdom paths
is credentialed expertise.
My obstacle to polypathic health
is self-aggrandizing comfort,
cheap ease,
self-sufficiency,
detachment.
Obstacles to resilient compassion
have more to do with impatient "kindness"
than diligently interdependent pursuits
of transparently vulnerable
integrity
of deep and wide resonance, seeking consilience
of timeless cooperative wisdom.
When my wisdom circles
of dialogue
discussion
sacred discernment
turn to topics of public administration,
political science,
persuasion theory,
nonviolent communication systems,
positive psychology,
multicultural mediation,
cooperative economics,
game theory,
systems theory,
group theory,
attachment theory,
polyvagal theory,
experiential math,
permaculture design,
comparative religion,
Restorative Justice,
When these tools
within my belt of personal knowledge
are invited to work cooperatively together
to achieve resilient
and resonant
multicultural wisdom,
Problems begin when I expect
to speak unilaterally
and to be listened to,
settling for sufficiency of my credentialed expertise,
my zero-zone experience,
my health-wealth advocacy,
rather than searching for shared wisdom
cooperatively educational
democratically developmental
trans-formative
sociological
neurological
ecological
theological
geological
biological...
Cooperative fame prefers
becoming known
for our active love of one another
exhaling out
to encompass all wisdom circles
More powerful
healthier
wealthier
and famous
rather than infamous
punishingly ideological
monoculturing squares
of resistance to healthy spatial balance
and wealthy temporal flow.
Answer my call to arms you patriots all
and rise up with blunt collateral force -
rage against the culture wars that we stall
the Neo-Left tyranny at its source.
Oppose their marxist ideological plot
and let not the herbal tea nazis prevail -
remember back that which old sense forgot
and arm our true selves that we not fail.
Return fire on who rephrase and revise -
Rage! Rage! And be politically direct.
On these psycho wingnuts upon them rise,
rise up till no longer are we “Correct”.
Burn their Trojan Horse and stand our walls
that the soldiers of satan seek to tear down -
resist lest all that we know and built falls
and norms become the new battleground.
Speak the truth these lentil eaters betray,
rail against the nose ring cultus of lunacy,
and be not a pawn to what fools obey
with their spin and New Age orthodoxy.
Return fire on who rephrase and revise -
Rage! Rage! And be politically direct.
On these psycho wingnuts upon them rise,
rise up till no longer are we “Correct”.
Written: September 1995
Jabbering Ignominious Hypocrite Gabbles - against the backdrop of gross unbridled viscous wracking zealotry bruiting extinguishing inherent national trust...
Poetic Introduction:
I wax and wane rhapsodic
plus prosaically politic
aware severe erosion
of American democracy
over run by narcissistic
over stuffed ego-freezer,
whose vocabulary
extremely laconic
foe swash buckling braggadocio
commander in chief
not gun shy
to brandish (hugely
bully like) jingoistic
tirade unleashing horrific
banshees more'n 10, 000
foo fighting maniacs
(nemesis of liberty) fatalistic
to sanctity of
United States democracy
throw back at him bigly,
his woeful treachery,
quasi xenophobic, tragic,
and lunatic bred anarchy!
Each ticking second of every single day, the pensive, doughy face execrably debased “dunderhead” criminal commander in chief (trumpeting acrimonious, calumnious, egregious...yakking), while donned in gay apparel) trumpeting lunatic, jingoistic, ideology imbues heretic catalysts.
Thou art unduly seething, quaking, and oozing mercurial kindling ideological glommed ethos of mine. These atrocious blaspheming, castigating, denigrating, excoriating, fulminating gross humiliations imply jerkiness, kookiness, lunacy.
No! Not for one more term can this acidulous, indecorous Mandates need outspoken politicians quickly removing this utterly vile wicked Xerses.
Thus spoke Zarathustra (without blandishment) to me, a gluten and monosodiumglutinate free, NON-GMO non-alarmist, nonestablishmentarian, nor ham aye a nihilist.
I have read the Code Noir.
I have read the papal bull of Nicholas V.
I have read the charter of imperialism.
I have read the Indigenous Code
I have read the Torah, the Bible, and the Quran.
I have read the racist recollections of ***** swimming bans and France’s human zoos.
I have read the dismal pages of French history.
I have studied the ideological constructs of negrophobic, supremacist, and racialist philosophers.
I have meditated on the sacrifice of the Black Force in the trenches of world wars.
I have meditated on the centuries of torment and dehumanization endured by my ancestors.
I have pondered deeply the savagery of slavery,
the barbarity of colonization, and the capitalist tyranny imposed by the demons of Western democracy.
I have meticulously leafed through and examined every blackened page of the slaver, colonialist, imperialist, and racist history of the West’s slave-trading nations.
I have journeyed across the Earth to affirm that Black skin remains the most despised of humanity.
Imperialist Western powers bear responsibility for every human catastrophe that falls upon Africa.
They sow chaos so the bloodiest dictatorships may thrive.
They sow Satanism so every shade of decadence, disguised as progress, bursts from the bowels of hell.
They have always fed on the wild plunder of Africa’s riches.
They have always treated Africa as a reservoir of raw materials and a free bank of human organs.
They divide, steal, rape, plunder, burn, massacre, genocide, demonize, assassinate,
Whomever they want, whenever they want, wherever they want, in Africa.
I cannot count the physical bridges that I have crossed,
but there are two that I have crossed repeatedly over a
period of 40 years. My two most crossed bridges are The
Golden Gate Bridge and The Sf/Oak Bay Bridge.
I see an age-old separation of rich man and a poor man.
Perhaps they represent one of many unbridgeable chasms.
Jesus said that we would have the poor among us always.
I see low levels of hundreds and thousands of dollars that
are separated by high levels of millions and billions of dollars.
I once saw a cat on the ground and a squirrel up a tree in a standoff.
The cat on the ground could not climb the tree to fight the squirrel.
The squirrel in the tree refused to come down to confront the cat.
Capitalism and communism represent another chasm. I remember a period
in my youth growing up afraid. That ideological chasm introduced me
to four fearful words. "We will bury you". Although the fear is gone,
the chasm still remains. Like the cat and squirrel, I spoke of, the two Ideologies are in a standoff.
When I was born 7 decades ago, though America was far from perfection,
I still believe that she was one nation under God. There has always been
a divide, but today we are experiencing a 'great divide'. Some believe
that there exists an unbridgeable chasm. I also believe that there is a
vast chasm, but I also believe that we have bridges to cross that chase.
I live in a parallel world to you
Sure we share the same news
The same nature
The same cities
The same earth.
Many experiences I have you have too
Driving a car for the first time
Going to school
Going on a hike
talking with a friend.
But the big difference
Is that I believe
That criminals have a way
to hit anyone they like
from meters away
They can reach you
with drugs as vapor
Or as powders
Through your skin
Or at your face.
I believe these drugs use the latest science
And that the people who make them
Know as much biology
and pharmacology
as anyone.
And that when this becomes true
Victims get sick
Who would normally not get sick
And minds stray
off the straight path
You can be sprayed
from a car
from a pedestrian
from a drone
You may know, you may never know.
And once this all is true
There is a parallel world
A bad one
Not ruled by acts of God
But acts of men.
Now we've always known
of underworlds
criminal ones
spying ones
ideological ones.
But we might feel
safe in let's say
a farm in Dakota
or minding our own business
not standing out.
I say "no".
You are not safe
Your home is not your castle.
And you are
At their nonexistent
mercy.
No words describe,
sufferings worse than hell,
Goes beyond pure evil,
even a story cannot tell,
We’ve all seen pictures,
making grotesque sense,
But only the stench,
reflects this actual offense.
Cruelty surpasses cruelty,
overtaken by hate,
Unique to humanity,
not a wild animals trait,
Only intelligent creatures,
contrive such events,
Still, the stench belies,
this ideological offense.
Infectious propaganda,
turns a (master race) blind,
The urge for slaughter,
becomes industrially refined,
Ever lower they sink,
pleasure’s more intense,
Til’ the stench alone screams,
a sadistic offense.
NAZI’S (the final solution).
for scapegoats of the war,
All innocent victims,
Fanatical Holocaust,
Left to rot and stink,
bodies piled so immense,
Until the stench itself,
reeks a nations offense.
Countless Men, Women,
and Children, loaded like beasts,
Crammed into cattle cars,
one way ticket east,
Some succumbed and died,
via, a ghost train’s torment,
At least spared the stench,
and last phase of offense,
Seventy five years on,
since world became aware,
Even now some deny,
moreover, could not care,
Gas chamber’s, crematoria,
behind an electric fence,
Stench will never allow,
amnesia of this offense.
Cryptic sign, above the gates,
reads! (Arbeit Macht Frei) work sets you free!
First take a shower,
later some cake and tea,
No water in the pipes,
but, pellets of Zyclone B,
Soon sickly ash rises,
set free, up a working chimney,
SS guards standing outside,
mocking, enjoying a smoke,
“Smell even worse, when they burn,”
(laughing at their own joke).
“Look at the next group praying”
(again laugh, into their face)
“We’re the chosen ones,
The gods who run this place.”
There’s Categorically no defense,
Slaughtering millions without relent,
The stench tries, The stench proves,
The stench condemns, this offense.
By
David Kavanagh.
“Only by evidence of truth,
Can we accuse and adduce.”
P ale, cruel and lifeless is the twisted face of evil
A ssaulting innocent, unsuspecting people in every place
N o remorse is shown as they carry out their bloody attacks
D emons of a demented spirit of hatred, they embrace
E very ideological dream of gratuitous paradise, self absorbed
M otivated by an ugly agenda, seeing humans as pawns
O nward they go, infiltrating the masses, to alarm, to kill
N ameless are we, infidels, marked for execution
I nvisible at times, elusive, and extremely hard to harness
U nless the world comes together, unified, to defeat them
M ayhem will continue...Radical Islamic Terrorism Must Be Stopped!
Written on 7/28/2016