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A difference between compassion and sympathy,
between co-empathic passion
and unilateral YangPatriarchal-empathic,
ego-empowering intent,
Compassion matures passion FOR
into shared passion WITH.
This same emergent fluidity
cannot be said of sympathy
for suffering of Other,
who remains another dissociated Other
Exempted from democratic inclusion
in further considerations
of constitutionally appropriate applications
of Golden Rules
to those who remain
in darker xenophobic shadows
more appropriate for retributive reaction
than restoration to peaceful justice response.
This same contrast and compare
may also apply to political empowerment
and more of the same
competitive economic investment,
to global enlightenment
and more localized, and often nationalized, pockets
of self-enrichment,
to recreative cooperative love
and to recreational competitive lust
Now that some of us
revolutionaries and evangelists
of the ecological 1960s
have been given this great green gift
of old age wisdom,
what on Earth
shall we choose to do with
such awesomely sacred/secular
private/public sectoral
nonpartisan WisdomCircle responsibility?
Settle for fading sympathy,
gradual depressive loss of sensory health awareness,
of physical consciousness?
Or, Reconsider ways to optimize active compassion,
compassionately lively communication,
fragrantTrue and savoredBeauty,
bicamerally touched
and binomially felt Pos/Neg/InBetween
1/0 double-binary positive polyvagal neurological
systemic health structure
[Wow! That was a lot to dispassionately ask. Sorry.]
non-violently heard
and green revolutionary 20/20 revisioned,
Co-passionate DNA/RNA EarthTribes
currently in living residential relationships
growing hotly combative climates
of anthro-privileged salvific empathy,
Seeking more cool green Wisdom Circles
of democratic sacred energy discernment
within and among consensual multicultures
of ecosystemic health-sensory consciousness.
How is universal EarthWealth
compassion
different
yet often felt the same
as unilateral LeftBrain EitherEgo/OrEcoSystemic Health and Safety
RightBrain Truth and Beauty
in sacredly holonic
CoPassion
with great transition gratitude
for this Old WisdomCircle
healthy democratic gift
of revolutionary evangelicals
in cooperative multiculturing redevelopment.
Triskaidekaphobia
And so, you have “Triskaidekaphobia” on your mind.
Indeed, fear of the Number “13” does have a real and
a certain palpable feel and meaning for people who
harbor this particular phobia and carry it with them in
their lives. With triskaidekaphobia, superstitions abound
regardless of any rational explanations that are proffered
in western societies. The history of mankind is rife with
superstitions and old wives’ tales dating back through
the centuries as human societies grew and evolved over
time and became more or less sophisticated by their own
enculturation processes.
Nevertheless, next time you’re on an elevator you may
notice that a button for a “Thirteenth Floor,” doesn’t
exist, and that Floor 12 progresses to Floor 14. And,
with a “Floor 13” being non-existent, this may give a
person, a pause for a moment, with a certain mental
flavor of the phantasmal aura about everything that
surrounds a “Floor 13” existing and being listed on the
elevator’s button-panel selections—let alone even being
mentioned at all.
Sometimes the slack in this oddity of the floor numbers
may be deflected with a listing for the “Mezzanine” that
is an intermediate second floor that’s open to the ground
floor by a stairwell. It’s also worth mentioning that many
old hotels in the past that still exist today were built with
the inclusion of a “Thirteenth Floor.”
What to do? Do nothing. “Triskaidekaphobia” will exist
regardless, and this phobia, among many others, will help
to keep psychiatrists employed, occupied, and busy with
all of their various professional endeavors.
When in doubt, just remember that the “Loch Ness Monster,”
a la “Nessie,” does, in fact, really exist. And, never push that
button for that “Thirteenth Floor,” or else . . . !
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 29, 2018 (Narrative)
We were both young, carefree, so innocent
Dreams never simpler
Life's fruits tastier
Teenage love just one big experiment
Life a fantasy
Feeling fancy free
Uncontrollable hankering for fusion
Swept up in a fiery whirl of confusion
We were too young to know
While daydreams conjured false embellishment
Ravenous hunger
In one unhinged blur
Oblivious to foul entanglement
Dubiously free
Raw complicity
Infatuated craving for inclusion
Foolish heedless impetuous conclusion
We were too young to know
Gone in a whirl of frivolous torment
Foolhardy treasure
Lighthearted banter
Impressionable wide-eyed reckless bent
Dizzy and woozy
Too giddy with glee
Intoxicated with teenage delusion
Delirious adolescent illusion
We were too young to know
Swept up in lustful impetuous passion
Now seems so long ago
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on May 15, 2018 to contest QARINAGE sponsored by GREGORY BARDEN - RANKED 4TH
Yesterday
I heard someone say
To cure police
and military violence,
we need a NonTrumpian change of culture.
Sometimes revolutionary changes
include conserving feminist elements
of ancient healing cultures;
Intent to reward multicultural inclusion
rather than hanging on to patriarchal
and capitalistic monocultural supremacy--
a culture of exclusion,
excommunication,
and extraction from Earth's communal nature
and spirit.
Sometimes we need to restore justice
and peace to our own soil
and souls
before we are ready to grow
healthy seeds of primal relationship,
healthcare,
compassion,
into wealthy win/win Paradise.
I have also heard it said,
If you show mercy
to a sociopath,
And if you merely shun
an imperialistic narcissist,
you will only fuel future selfish outrage.
But, I have lived with oppositional defiance
neurologically hard-wired
for adolescent megalomania
and know that punishment,
revenge,
violence,
anger,
fear,
and hatred fuel sociopathology,
Not healing warmth
of transparent and vulnerable attachment,
healthy curiosity,
abundant care,
nonviolent communication,
compassion,
gratitude for opportunities
to explore win/win polycultural outcomes
ecologically healthy
and communally wealthy
erupting into global healing
theological experience of grace.
My daughter
with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
listens by the hour
to a kids song,
"Sharing is caring.
Be kind to everyone."
But, we train our police,
and our soldiers
and our political party
and economic investors
the opposite
retributive
competitive
hostile
paternalistic
capitalistic
win/lose
zero-sum
monoculturing shadow
of ecofeminist multicultural truth
and beauty,
nature
and spirit.
The false peace of tolerating mutual win/lose hostility
is a sin of freedom's omission
to reconnect with Earth's greater gracious half.
Contagion ceremoniously weaves its harvest into a fabric of un-social inclusion
Haunted by lack of humility and lost serenity it serenades through the masses
In God We Trust but who listened to Nietzsche who proclaimed that she is dead
Lest we believe that a deity or other exists and really knows what she's doing
Divinity does not adhere to the faith that we are immune to such a great reaper
Revelations come at a price and blood money changes gloves and sterile hands
Engulfed in statistics and mortality rates we watch breathlessly old news in pain
No human creature is more equal than others when pandemonium is pandemic
Opulence luxury and money do not protect us from the insidious bastard bug
Foreshadow a lesson in morality diffidence acceptance and washing our hands
Alamo meets the apocalypse in cryptic proportions of ignorance and surrender
Loo rolls pasta hand soap have vanished from shelves as have bread and wine
Endangered species need to make offerings with the latter and worship at home
Surreptitious veneration of non-believers stakes false claims at burgeoning altars
Superficially cleansed with an insane amount of fake oaths in hypocritical pride
End stage scenarios roam beliefs narratives and reason beyond any much doubt
Reinvent biblical prophesies as devotes of virgin birth bow to rigor mortis instead
Grotesque gargoyles utter a cynical message on shrines mausoleums and crosses
Ogres whirl a ballet of youthful joy while funeral processions have come to a halt
Deliriously they applaud the harvest and struggle to keep up with all those in line
30th March 2020
Green and growing; educated youth is a warrior, helping country to grow and rise.
To prevent democracy from becoming a book of rights and crime in disguise.
To fight out injustice they quickly take charge, without calculating the loss and price. .
Whether it is protesting or simple candle march.
Never scared of the valiant efforts required.
United and proudly they stand together.
Each one's emotions perfectly entwined.
Today's youth knows no race, caste and creed.
To win their support, no one needs to be a relative.
Inclusion lives in their mind, heart and soul.
With loyalty and commitment in their attitude.
Kindness and understanding serves as the strongest bond.
Always extending warmth and helping hand.
Proudly wiping out plural pronouns.
Loudly they shout out single pronoun - "together we shall grow, together we shall shine. "
They have the power to kill cruelty and crime.
However painful is growth and change.
It's impossible to kill their indomitable will,
Or even fight out their intelligence and skills.
Together they fight with complete courage and grace.
They just don't know how to quit .
Yes! Nobody can defeat their spirit.
Date: 10th July; 2020
Warrior Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Stratocaster
She spoke of diversity and inclusion
and made it overly obvious
that she wasn't interested in
a relationship with me
I loved her company
she was almost mystical
it served her well as she
could bring a smile to
a porcupine she was that
naturally attractive.
She was so beautiful that
she could stand in a room
surrounded by people
and no one ounce of
insecurity would show
due to her knowing how beautiful
she is.
Timeless beauty one would
refuse to talk in tenses that
she in her eldest stage of life
was as beautiful as any
woman in the world.
I often imagined being at the center of
her desires
to have her love me as much as I loved
her
non obsessive
and non dangerous
but a serious honest
loving relationship
were our togetherness is
our major concern
a relationship were
Oh how they marveled at
us as we are a templet for
one wha successful relationship
then I woke up
to the reality of
me positioning
myself to something
that never was and
that could never be
In a land where shadows cast their might,
A group of educators, brave and bright,
Stood as champions with a common plea,
To set their nation's children free.
Amidst the rolling hills, they gathered near,
Their vision, a beacon, bold and clear,
To mould a system is fair and just,
In which every child could freely trust.
Ms. Lotus, their unwavering guide,
With passion burning, she did confide,
"Our mission's aim, so stubborn,
Is to break the chains of an unjust reputation.”
With voices like a thunderous wave,
They sought to mend what none could save,
A pebble cast in waters deep,
A transformation from a dream to keep.
The first decree, a radiant sunbeam,
"Access for all," their hopeful dream.
School doors flung wide, a welcome sight,
For every child, a guiding light.
"Targeted support," the next they wrote,
For those in need, a lifeline to tote.
A hand reaching out, a caring touch,
To lift each child, their spirits clutch.
Then "Inclusion" took its place,
A celebration of every face.
Diversity as strength, they'd teach,
A tapestry where all could reach.
With "Quality" like fertile ground,
Education blossomed all around.
A garden of knowledge, rich and grand,
Where eager minds could understand.
"Accountability," the final vow,
To raise the bar, to make them plough,
Through challenges, they'd climb so high,
No child is left behind, under the sky.
Years rolled on, a transformation bold,
Their tale of change, a story told,
Of shadows turned to hopeful light,
A dream now realised, burning bright.
Allegory weaves their tale with grace,
Of educators who dared to chase,
A vision born of unity,
To set their nation's children free
Once upon a time ago,
An act of marriage was made so.
Film and sound both intertwined
And made a movie when combined.
At first, colour was not in sight...
Merely greys of black-and-white.
Ceremonies made in silence
Without gratuitous sex or violence.
As time went on, movies evolved
With many contributors involved.
The inclusion of colour and soundtracks
Enhanced what some pictures would lack.
Cameras of stock and sprockets
Would eventually fit into pockets.
Anyone can perform marriage
These days with the correct carriage.
These words are a mere summation
Of imagination and inspiration
That cinema has given me...
Thank you for all I hear and see.
Ancient Alien Earthman
Captivating galaxies numbering more
than grains of sand carpeting a shore
Spheres orbiting stellar giants of yore
a plethora of exquisite jewels and ore
Humans should revel in their inclusion
amid a choreographed mystic creation
Flawlessly crafted objects of perfection
an orchestrated symphonic conception
Corroded vision envelops bigoted eyes
antediluvian blinders befuddle the wise
Deep consternations must be liberated
dread of unknowns willfully annihilated
Distant worlds peculiar and enchanting
purple skies bring snowflakes in spring
Hopefulness aroused by emerald moon
patiently await solar heat not monsoon
Wanderlust evokes interstellar journeys
light years away towards a dark furnace
Emanating celestial wonders exude elan
Starman greets Ancient Alien Earthman!
3/21/2022
8:20 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA