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A wizard, not a wisher can
do magic with his powers,
if all were wizards...
wishes would be non-existent.
And like ordinary, simple people...
I will make my three wishes today,
but they are not for myself at all:
they are for others living far away.
My first wish is this:
I would like to have the unlimited wealth
of Bill Gates or Donald Trump,
not to invest in software technology or
purchase airplanes or skyscrapers,
but to feed the world's hungry...that horrible hunger,
which even Pope Benedict XVI can't wipe out completely
with the thousands of Catholic Missionary Charities.
My second wish is this:
have a gathering of all faiths
once a year in every continent,
and let its people praise God in their own way,
some will disagree with my universal idea so unrealistic;
it would be a spiritual and cultural event
that everyone will remember a lifetime,
so why shouldn't there be a Faith Day,
bringing glory to the Almighty and unifying all races?
Many others will follow me in my quest!
My third wish is this:
to end all wars and unexplainable hatred,
some sacrifice themselves for a cause that's not holy...
inflamed by the deceitful conception of immortality.
Wouldn't it be awesome to travel to other countries that have no boundary?
The stranger would welcome anyone, and the enemy would be a friend.
A dreamer...am I? Yes, all dreams start with a vision, and mine is truly a glorious one!
Happiness will gladden all hearts, and glee will shine on all faces;
harmony will fortify the bonds of friendship, and everyone will love their neighbors...
and hate and unkindness will be eternally buried into the past.
Entered in Amy Green's contest, " If I could have three wishes "
Think about it
even within
your own family
between sisters
Cousins and aunt's
uncle brothers
and sons
you probably have
One hundred people
One hundred people
saving ten dollars a week
Is a thousand dollars
Fifty two thousand
dollars per year
the deposit for a house
every year
The growth of family
wealth
read the book
Rich Dad Poor Dad
Monopoly
teaches you to build wealth
invest in four house's
them use the wealth
to create a company
working as a family
you could make
a better life
working as a family
you could create work
for your children
and others
Save the world
invest in your future
creating wealth for yourself
makes your country healthy
Teach your kids
to be plumbers
electricians
builders
Every company
is created by investment
combine knowledge
with investment for growth
"These souls shall soul the garments of the labors as they toil in the creation of space might those who's concerns are of music and the industries music fosters!"
"Might these filtered clays be danced upon with cement and water and straw to be the walls of an Ampitheather where musicail theatrics can be adorned and charished!"
Oh thee who wish to retire and be part of creatively invest in the dreams of many as the souls are danced into walls; the houses of creative men shall stand from generation to generation!"
"Oh thyn of encouraging trust as thee would in worship seek me as thyn own, might the edges be sealed so the thermals to protect and keep warm thyn folk within!"
"The terms of contractual sciences must encourage not dismay each suiter of bookings, so that concertgoer and concertentertainer might reap the rewards of gathering in a positive sense!"
"Cut down these trees to make floors for our theather: danced these clays in to fibrous walls, to reflect the sounds of now in a historic sense that these retired folk can play there instruments to inspire a world of doubters and naysayers!"
"Collaborate in good faith might fortune find us that employment from talents is neither worshiped or misunderstood, but valued as much as any other natural resource!"
"Songs of nights rehearsals in day to audiences who appreciate the art of song and music in it's collaborated affords!"
"Cut the forest down and make the trees the floors of our stage!"
"Each Anniversary shall began today!"
In anti-social economics
for escalating violence
and waging war,
what matters most
is who
and/or what
you actively distrust
divest enough to sustain revenge
and imprisoning
dissonant
dissociative dispassion.
In politics,
as diplomacy
and peace-building
and making love,
what matters most
is who
and/or what
you invest in trust
enough to create
and recreate compassion.
In healthy
and safe ecopolitics,
what matters most
is who
and/or what
you co-invest with trust
and do not secretly distrust
enough to recreate
therapeutic compassion
letting go of hate
before it's too late
for traumatic unknowns
to become outgrown
historic dispassions
disappointments
disarray,
health and safety
distancing dismay
Freely set aside
when it is,
as now,
past time
and sacred space
to come out
for more
and evermore
compassion's healthiest play.
Finding love in play all by design
Working overtime to keep one that is all mine
Magnetic powers not able to tow the line
Letting another love go that fails to define
Why must my life be filled with so much sorrow
I just want the kind of love that last for all my tomorrows
Opening my heart when it always seems to get blown apart
Laying my life out there being honest from the start
Lord is it possible that I may have some broken parts
Or is cupid just shooting blank darts
Can't put my finger on the reasons why
Always looking for the next love to try
Love that will reach out to touch the sky
With a woman who will find no reasons to ever lie
Things like that always seem to break this guy
Believing she is out there eager to fly
Needing this kind of sizzling hot love before I die
Not one where it all means saying goodbye
A real lady who will always look me in the eye's
Not one I will end up having to despise
Believing the right woman is out there
Ready to invest her heart and play fare
Has the ability to show her loving care
Lord, I know you hear my longing prayer's
Send me the right one without so many layers
I will await that special flower
Making sure to water it every day so it will tower
Love soaring through life hour after hour
Sharing the kind of love that will blossom as it flowers
Love is now a game of knives.
She arrives in silk—smiling sweet—
But what lies behind that smile?
A mirror or deceit?
She loves with terms.
You, with blood.
Her heart is wired not for truth
But for security.
What engine purrs beneath your car?
Which gates conceal your home?
What digits fill your bank account?
These speak louder than your soul.
You call it love—
She calls it leverage.
Loyalty? No.
Loyalty is interest on her gain.
Change your status,
Watch her mind follow suit.
She smiled, yes, but only
At the mirror of your worth.
You sleep beside a mask,
A face she forged for you.
You think you know her?
You only know
What she permits.
True love is not found in her.
It begins within you.
Let her chase you—
But be both beast and angel.
Know this:
She can leave at any moment.
And you must welcome her absence
Before it arrives.
If you invest, invest knowing:
You sign your name in water.
Society cries:
“She is fragile, protect her.”
But who speaks
Of her soft power,
Her velvet manipulation?
Who warns you of the web
Spun by her silence?
She is not your enemy.
But you were never her equal.
You are not her victim—
You are her volunteer.
Conditionally,
“unconditional”
comes with its
vast conditions,
don’t you agree?
we invest our love,
and all of ourselves
into the adoration
and dissection
of all forms
of muses,
who will,
or will not
be found
swimming amused
in each others'
minds,
in each others'
poetry;
we are a muse
ourselves, egregious
to the rules of iambic
and other rigid romping
rhythms and rites
to be righted,
that we daily play
dodgeball with ardently,
it's like ducking from
incoming magpies
guarding their nests,
circling their
small-worldly boundaries,
establishing their tiny
very tight territories,
they fly in at us hard
with their sharp beaks
and their spit, they assert
they are allied with the best,
those well informed
highly schooled scribes,
who largely mistaken in mind,
dunk others less than less, and wait
for the curs'ed to float,
but in the sinking
those curs'ed
drowned muses,
in that terrible
horrendous misfortune,
tied to their dunking chairs,
eyes now wide open,
find diamonds
at the bottom of
their damned pond,
as they swiftly pass
schools of wayward fish
with no clear direction in mind,
and other monsters
pulling out hearts
with their pre-prehistoric
saber-toothed grins;
hellelujah for those
who bespoke for you
freeverse from the ego
within the heart -
it’s the mind that cuts
without hesitation,
draws lines in the sand,
limiting us to couplets
in greeting cards
sans ampersand,
conditionally
"unconditional";
the curs'ed
eventually wake
and they rise,
spilling tea
stirring
sugar 'n spice
into the bland,
who eventually
open their eyes
and their minds,
unconditionally
“conditional”
sans ampersand
heart
mind
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Life can be a different nightmare
when philo-sophias self-righteously
uprightly leave us behind
so long in search of success
measured in wealth of commodified acquisitions
rather than health of natural/spiritual capitalization
of virtuously co-managed left/right
co-balancing cooperative structures
for co-investing future resilience,
Like a thirsty hummingbird
living in a too-red environment,
Like dissonant notes
hiding in a too-rich symphony,
Community, communion investing in health
not as ordered by MotherEarth
as demonic TaskMaster of perpetual raw-spot punishment
in perpetually vicious win/lose competitions
against past and future disgraced generations,
rather than wealthy sacred interdependent venerations.
Philosophers and politicians
preachers and prophets
parents and their prey
might instead invest in Earth rights and lefts
as our dance and play Mother
embracing more cooperative win/win choreography,
ecological theologies of color
and scale,
More of a sweet spot multigenerational tango
searching out climatic self-governing unity
rather than a righteous raw spot monocultural war
of nightmartish lose/lose uniformity
unto climate collapsing apocalypse,
Mortality of life
giving way to ecocentric wise dancing regenerations
of local through global multicultural Earth,
enjoying nature more cooperatively-managed,
never competitively-owned in spiritualized theories
of universal Yang Domination
with too complexly uniform marching into fragmented war orders
over-ruling uniting invitations
into win/win multigenerational YinDance,
Now wiser about distinguishing
between individualistic capitalism,
supporting business as usual
monoculturally colonizing patriarchy
And Earth's cooperative capitalization,
actively inviting natural/spiritual
sweet spot win/win dialogue
more than raw spot,
Who is the biggest Loser of vanishing success?
academic debates
Confusing wealth requirements
with healthy response to
What is winning?
Since before liberating philosophers
severed natural nutritional eco-healthy balance
from spiritually robust wealthy ego-investment.
Life in and on Earth's resonant ecosystems
can be a different nightmare
when philo-sophias self-righteously
upright leave us behind
so long in search
of health's wealthiest eco-political success.
Variations on a Punishing Theme
When people are hungry and at risk of homelessness
despair
chronic depression
and climatic extinction
Is it because their leaders
and community developers,
learning incubators
and technical assistance providers,
grantors and lenders,
representatives
and public sector service providers
absorb too many investments and nutrients
for their own mouths and mortgages?
sleeping soundly at night
unaware of how their Continuous Quality Improvement intentions
economically and ecologically miss their mark
of solidarity and mutual subsidiarity,
of recreating the comfort and nutrients
they intended to invest in those with greater need.
Perhaps the self-blaming unruliness of hungry homeless people
Is due to oversight interference of well-intended practitioners
expert administrators
senior consultants
expertly dominating fragile margins of poverty
feeding dissonant anger and fear
and mistrust.
Chronically at-risk species fear living death's dissonance
and entropic non-thrival trends,
Because we are anxious to survive,
to build life; not so much death and perpetual advent.
Wilting personal lives
have no bandwidth left
for righting macrosystemic death trends.
It is mutual-mentors who co-invest in cooperative thriving,
That incarnate wise evolution of deep ecologically balancing lives.
Self-composting toilets
have surprisingly greater nurturing value
to people without a pot to pee in
than community-composting banks
and governments.
Many seek to find riches or a big pot of gold.
Money can provide stability and fix one's credit.
One’s children wouldn't have to struggle to
just survive.
However, riches don't bring happiness.
That my friend doesn't require wealth.
Invest your time in things that matter.
Living from paycheck to paycheck is
uncomfortable,
Especially in these trying times, many are
out of work.
Sometimes I feel like Cinderella in need of
a fairy godmother,
To come and make my life all better ( I want
the prince on the whole nine yards).
But that's not reality; I must create a
positive narrative in my own reality.
That's why I make every effort to stay
positive no matter what.
In the things that really matter, I think I'm
a millionaire.
If I actually become one materialistically,
I hope I don't lose myself in the process.
Alexis Y.
01/24/2021