Long Integrity Poems
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We each have this fundamental choice
to know our mistakes as a relentless wall
oozing passions of superior severance
prohibiting successful futures
more like choosing compassion together
Rather than stuck
on the wrong side of a brick wall,
we could also choose to rediscover past mistakes
as an uncovering web
toward a more cooperative future
less shaken apart,
less stone-walled by Win/Lose competitors,
more inviting,
even enchantedly compassionate,
regathering health toward integrity's networking wealth.
Resilient discernment
unveils
resonant, not at all dispassionate, co-discovery.
Empty,
yet pregnant,
enthymematic promising integrity
of each internal/external moment's Zen ZeroZone potential,
co-operatively LeftYang,
co-passionately RightYin,
Tao of bilateral spacetime
becoming ego/eco-resilient health webs
without prohibitive pathological walls.
Of all vocations calling each of us
perhaps it is this final ecopolitical stage
most arduous.
To reflect with full integrity,
both Left dominant hubris history
with Right-recessed not full disincarnation,
those unfulfilled dark promise valleys of aptic time
lost to Ego's yangish self-promoting memory,
past trauma vocations sequentially emerging therapeutic transubstantiations,
pregnantly nurtured with Left/ElderRight bicameral balance
not +1 not -0 yet,
to reconsider sinner's sins omitted,
winner's wins committed,
bringing slow-growth ballast to one's enculturation
of synergetic grace,
both those healthier blessings fully consumed
therapeutic regeneration,
yet also known only through past struggles stretching ego-compassion's for degeneration,
declarations of Self+Other incorporating cooperative interdependence,
laughter's miraculous love moments
best shared, yes,
but yet bittersweet nutrition alone,
remembering what lives best not forgotten.
This final vocation,
to merge our previous lives together
with those we hope to follow.
Between the rise and fall of thought
there lies a hush unnamed,
a breath unclaimed by wanting’s pull,
a light not yet made flame.
Here grief forgets its practiced shape,
and hope loosens its hold;
the heart stands still, unchoosing sides,
neither timid nor bold.
Time thins into a listening space
where echoes lose their will,
where loss and gain grow indistinct
and longing learns to still.
I mourn the self that hurried on,
that feared this vacant air,
mistaking silence for a lack,
and grasping everywhere.
For craving snaps the tender pause
like wire around the bone,
and ego crowns itself again
as ruler, name, and throne.
Yet in that brief suspended hour
so easily undone
the world remembers how to rest,
and I remember none.
Not triumph, nor defeat survives
that interval of grace:
only the ache of what we were,
and what we dare not chase.
So let me grieve with open hands
the noise I once called true,
and bow to that unmoving gap
where sorrow loosens too.
For in the pause of polar turn,
where opposites resign,
I touch the silence after self
and leave my sign behind.
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.
Losing a friend is truly the worst
that’s happened to me yet,
especially when I see your face
and voice filled with regret.
A face I hoped to see each day,
always in your smiling way.
A voice I’d know in any crowd,
no matter be it soft or loud.
I could see it in you if somehow
you caught a break,
the person deep inside of you
instead of just the snake.
If someone just believed in you
in any circumstance,
maybe you’d believe it too
and gave yourself a chance.
I think you knew early on
that I could see your game,
masterfully playing your role
without an ounce of shame.
The times we shared
when lies were spared
I honestly thought true,
I saw something special
past the bullsh** part of you.
Something different drew me in,
I knew you from the start,
but foolishly I convinced me
you wouldn’t break my heart.
I grew blind while wined and dined
awed by your snake charm,
but I thought I was special,
so why should I fear harm?
I knew you were capable
of doing such a thing,
but I didn’t think
that I would ever
be the one you’d sting.
Then one day you turned away
because the time had come to pay,
a promise made in trust as friends
would drag us to a bitter end.
My friend if you could just believe
the image you project,
aground of morals, confident pride
and integrity to protect.
Instead you hide, still terrified,
that you just might succeed
to be the one your biggest fan
believes you still can be.
Though I’m still in disbelief,
lost inside a grayish grief,
my dignity would win the day
through strength and courage to walk away.
Despite the pain there’s still some things
I know I won’t forget,
‘cause losing a friend is truly the worst
that’s happened to me yet.
~Jeannie Cronin
Law from the Land
We are no where in the history
Merely a part of geography
Floating spots of Arabians sea
Exporting the surplus of our peace
Expecting the survival of our place
Thankful to the kind of main land
Painful to depart from their hand
Now the sun is purple from the east
With a pearcing look reaching top
Fading with a red face of fear
Budding response of different genre
But all defuse in the raising waves
We never invite industrial fumes
We never against to constitutional frames
We will not involve cheering girls
We will not allow chilling glass
Don't intrude into the piece of land
Don't destroy silent peace of land
Roar is on reah from the protecting hands
War is a breach from devastating minds
Nothing will remain,
But realise the value we lost...
First it was the natural diversity
Next it may be the cultural integrity.
"The one time I was really surprised when a local politician came into my workplace when I was a teenager.In the summer of 1968 at a local Goodrich Dairy Store I didn't know how to count money give back change well then. It wasn't about his celebrity he was just the man to me but you see. He didn't loudly embarrass me he just calmly took me to the side and showed me how to give Back change from a $50 bill. He was using the purchase his ice cream this purchase was just a dollar 49 cent, this local politician you see was a honest man"
10/1/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019©
Sometimes
when a living outside
and kinda stale inside
property
relationship
or a good faith community,
an originally cooperative
property co-investment,
has been neglected
for too long,
Then those properties
and those relationships,
seem to suffer
from systemic
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,
Those who live there
and those contracted to serve them
respond defensively,
"Well, if nobody else cares,
why should I?"
A culture of economic
and political
and social
and psychological
and spiritual
and physical health care neglect
occupies this formerly cooperatively co-invested intent,
hoping for, one day,
a fully incarnated community
of unconditional trust
and beautiful regard.
The antidote
to a competitive culture
of devolutionary,
pathological neglect,
is a cooperative polyculture
of revolutionary
healthy co-invested wealth.
Both cultures,
like all cultures,
are virally contagious.
If you ask our NewsMax, America One fueled, republican congressmen
who won the last presidential election - they’ll pretend that they don’t know.
But hey, these are the guys, the “honest brokers” we can trust, to figure out UFOs.
These republicans disavow Trump’s clear treason. If they refuse to follow those clues,
like video captured by the guilty themselves - how can their UFO “hearings” fail to amuse?
It’s a shrewd political distraction, a republican red-herring, to put vague “aliens” in the news
just when Trump's lawyers are figuring out which prison facility he should choose.
In this circus of misinformation, we’re offered unproven decades of government collusion,
heck, we even have that RFK.jr nut insisting that the alien saucers are full of jews.
Of course, the aliens must be from distant galaxies - in their new breed of flying saucers -
why else would they be turning down so many lucrative showbiz offers?
Will it turn out that the cute, little, ET-guys are here conducting interstellar analysis?
Stay tuned. Have the aliens come to eat us - should we be frozen in fearful paralysis?
Or will our republican overlords, so busy removing our freedoms, decide it’s time to save us?
There’s no long proven, scientific fact that the newer, dumber, Republicans haven’t disputed,
maybe the UFOs were sent back from the future, their mission: study primitive human stupid.
I believe
I can be an evangelical
multiculturally intelligent Christian
if I am not an anti-historical literalist,
a fundamentally white patriarchal dogmatist,
using holy scripture to divide and conquer
what divine creation has compassioned to regather.
I also know beyond death's shadow
and within life's promise
A fundamentally patriarchal believer
in God's might makes Earth right
cannot be a good news gospel driven
spiritually maturing
evangelical Christian believer
and doer
and follower
of polypathic cosmic-conscious Christ
timelessly embodied.
What is healthy evangelical loving witness
is antithetical to patriarchal fundamentalist dogmatism.
Evangelical Christians follow Christ's win/win multiculturing heart path
of integrity.
Fundamentalists, fake-Christian and fake-Islamic
and fake empowerers of all faiths
and all natural/spiritual systems,
lead win/lose monoculturing mind pathology
of mendacity.
To learn the difference
between fundamentalism and evangelical vocation
is to know us by our communal natural love
and our divisive anti-spiritual judgments
against those who shrink
down into fundamentally shriveled
win/lose zero-sum narcissists.