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3 strikes…you’re out!
I’ve given you way too many chances…
Do you expect more?
You left me empty-handed… your insufficiency advances…
3 strikes…you’ve ran out of chances
But I’m kind enough to buy you some more
Or maybe I have some in store
You’ve pushed it to the limits
I’M TELLIN’ YOU TO QUIT IT
When you throw your tantrums… your foolish fits
I’m tellin’ you to lay off of me…
You treated me like dirt and grime
You have only one last chance…
Will you stop acting irrationally?
Don’t screw it up this time…
3 strikes…GET out of my sight
Get out of my life – there’s the front door
You’re killin’ me with your insanity
3 strikes… don’t pout!
Could you JUST leave me alone tonight?
I’ve given you a bunch of options,
But you were heedless of my vanity…
You’ve tortured me with your profanity
You’ve punctured me with your
lies and your brutality
You’ve defeated me with your
nightmarish reality
Why do you hunger for my agony?
3 strikes…there’s no way out
Of your devious trap…
You’re blaming me for your downfalls
3 strikes…good riddance…get out!
You’ve never answered my calls,
So just desert me…
Let me escort you to the front door
Leave me alone…I don’t love you anymore
You’ve really tried my patience
I’m tellin’ you to leave me be…
You still don’t listen to me – I want you to flee
I want you to be set free
Get out of heart…
Get out of my house…
Get out of my head…
Get out of my life!
You’re the magnet of strife
You’ve invited corruption in my life
It strangles me like a thick rope around my neck
It stabbed me like a butchering knife…
You’re so heartless and pathetic…you’re a wreck
I’m tellin’ you to bother someone else, you lunatic
You have lost your only chance,
You repulsive prick
3 strikes…you’ve got no luck
I’ve given you escape routes and you weren’t grateful –
You don’t even say, “Thank you” for all of the things I do for you
3 strikes…
YOU SNOOZE. . . YOU LOSE. . .
Are you still a ruthless soul?
You’re hanging by a thread – and you haven’t got a clue
Go ahead!
Leave my presence,
YOU nuisance!
You're trying my patience...
I would leave if I were you...
I loathe your ignorance...
But, you just stand there like a fool!
You're taking advantage of me...
Throwing me out in the dumpster like a futile tool
--(Screw)-- you... Please leave me...
You have added to my anxiety
You have done enough
damage as it is...
Dear mom,
Tonight I went to a party, and I followed your advice.
About how drinking and driving was naughty, and definitely unwise.
So I opted for soda instead mom, because I knew that you were right.
Tonight I felt amazing, because I followed your advice.
Maybe my friends planned on getting hammered, but I decided to think twice.
I followed your words of wisdom mom, and couldn't help but feel accomplished.
Because even if my friends were drinking, my morals wouldn't be demolished.
Tonight I decided to leave mom, as quickly as I could.
To make it back before midnight, just like you said I should.
Other people left too mom, but didn't listen like I did.
Everything was fine mom, until that driver came about.
Swerving and sliding, and hitting me like I was nothing more than a cloud.
The shattering sound of glass was distant, but I knew that we had crashed.
All because another driver decided it was okay to drive smashed.
I'm halfway through the windshield, the smell of blood is potent.
There are voices all around, mom, but I just can't seem to focus.
My life just flashed before me, a whirlwind of scenes and thoughts.
But the biggest thing I can think of now is how the driver knew 'x' marked the spot.
I hear the officers talking, they don't try to be quiet at all.
They say what a pity it is, because I'm the one who will take the fall.
I don't understand mom, exactly where I failed?
I listened, obeyed, yet here I am; halfway through and impaled.
They're saying he was drunk mom, too drunk to understand.
And maybe when he wakes up, he'll become a different man.
They're saying I probably won't make it. That my chances are very slight.
My eyes are growing heavy mom, I'm going to lose this fight.
I just can't comprehend it mom, why do I have to pay?
He's the one who drank and drove and decided to irrationally behave.
My eyes are starting to close, and the world is turning grey.
But before I go mom, there are some things I need to say:
First off mom, you were right, about driving while impaired.
All rational thoughts go out the window, all lives impacted by despair.
I love you more than anything, and I'm sorry this is how it ends.
Tell them all my story mom, make them think again.
Why did you walk away?
Why did you go astray?
You drifted away like a feather
You can do so much better
You wear a humongous sweater on a hot day
You senselessly wear nothing on a cold day
You need to think things through right now
Do you love to be around me? Tell me somehow
Why did you walk away?
Why did you go astray?
You’re like a spring of sunshine,
Coming my way – it must be a sign
You’re kind enough to stay longer than expected
I’m thankful you understand that I was neglected
I’m oh so sorry for hurting your delicate feelings in the rather long-gone past
I broke your heart in the dark and you ran away from my grasp with empty goodbyes
You wince with pain in your eager-clustered eyes…not all joyous moments last
You deserted the dire dilemma of a thousand lies…I can hear your echoing cries
Why did you walk away?
Why did you go astray?
I should’ve known better than to let you down again and again
I apologize for behaving irrationally and obliviously all of the sudden
I could’ve lifted you so much higher than the highest mountain
I had allowed fear to cave in on my senses…alone in my shadowy den…
Why was I the one to blame for your issues?
Why was I the one to place my feet into your shoes?
Why did you aimlessly walk away from me?
Why did you abruptly abandon me spitefully?
Why did you walk away?
Why did you go astray?
How come you’re gone away so soon?
You flew away like a butterfly out of its cocoon…
How come you left me in the shadows of an uneventful afternoon?
You knew I would hurt without you, dear friend
There is a beloved beginning to your lonesome end
Why did you decide to simply disappear?
Why did you doubt with such pitiful fear?
Why did you go astray?
Why did you walk away?
Don’t walk away or I’ll be in hideous dismay
Don’t run away in the ray of our uniquely unifying day
Don’t gallop away graciously into the moonlit magnificence all the way
Don’t run away from your problems or they will worsen
Don’t walk away from your significant solace adrenalin
Why did you walk away?
I ask to myself with naïve curiosity
Why did you go astray?
Your clever ways are far from witty
The winds of change blow in time’s one way course,
waft from the fading end to an unknown another,
as the momentum they gather from the power
the spurt of history gives, it goes on increasing ever,
the direction they receive from the coded message,
the current events provide can’t ever be altered,
the intent they read on the social landscape page,
people delicately design, can never be changed.
Civilizations blew away in the destined gale,
the Indus valley turned into a great desert,
empires collapsed on decayed time in gusty squall,
lie scattered in archaeological sites and in art,
all ordained to meet the change from the start.
The mankind sheds the unwanted old grime,
like the dry leaves of summer the winds sweep,
and bury under thick sands of the senile time.
The indomitable spirit rises from the debris,
new generations of beliefs and values emanate,
that survive as long as they can strongly defy
the forces of fated change the winds generate,
and the strike of destined wrath time arrows apply,
transforming fast and invisibly the insipid core
of the traditional society of integrity and unity
into a new deceptive one that seems steeped
permanently in intolerance and in hostility,
infusing a sense of change that gradually sips in,
traditional concepts of living slowly recede,
families and relationships disintegrate within
to morph into the present-day fragile breed,
desperately designed to meet rather blindly
the demands of current times made irrationally.
The shape and the space of mind’s frame alter
with changing pictures it holds, but doesn’t know
the time and the people that are constant movers,
displayed in the kaleidoscopic everlasting show,
the winds of change visibly perform as they blow.
If the storm is strong, wrecking civilization landscape,
everything on its way crumbles beyond recognition.
So savagely the winds surge nothing survives to retrieve
from the wreckage that can’t be swept aside, it stays on,
for everything drags everything into the ruins.
July 3, 2020
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I hold you ...
tight to my chest
but with a concerned tenderness,
as if you are an infant
that I am shielding from a storm ...
or an angel of Valhalla -
her last breath given, ear-to-heart
for the soft-thrumming rhythm of life ...
(what my tympans now ache for)
your flesh is warm next to mine as
I rock us forth-and-back in
the bright midday sun
making the foxglove and Queen Ann's lace
wave to the hazy meadow about us -
honeys and bumbles prance
like pollen pixies,
unconcerned with tragedy ...
(blue steel peeks from the weeds
beside you - the diabolical serpent)
our favorite spot, this -
where we always came to make up -
oh, how sweet those reconciliations among
the rippling pasture grasses
on countless days such as this
but NOT this ...
there is not a puff of breeze -
and faint, shadowy, gray-blue wisps with a
tinge of sulfur swirl around us like
phantom arms, threatening -
a demon of death that you have released
(from its brass casing)
I swat it away with anger -
INTENSE anger ...
sweat pouring off my brow to sting my face
(I ran as fast as I could, you see ...
as fast and as hard as I could, after your note)
washing tears away that drip on
your cheek from my chin -
that precious porcelain cheek that I
have kissed so often - sometimes with intent
other times for its sake alone ...
and such eyes above -
those once dazzling, burnt umber eyes -
staring right through me as if an apparition ...
or some shimmering gem just
beyond holds your gaze ...
as if you are in another world -
another existence where I can not follow
(which, of course, you ARE)
I try to shut your eyes like they do in movies
but they will not close ... not at all
still quite warm and supple, but they won't shut
and I think, maybe ...
(irrationally)
that you WANT them open -
that perhaps you wish to witness my grief
perhaps - from that other realm -
you're still watching
counting my tears as they fall
each one a briny christening of your horrid act -
your awful, deadly, horrid act
that I was but a moment too late ...
to prevent.
My dearest little Beautiful Butterfly!
It’s not so long,
Since the hasty hands of Time,
Snatched you away from us,
Abruptly, unpredictably...
Time snatches away,
Living as well as non-living beings;
He gives his alleged reason for his action.
In your case too -
He gave his reason.
His reason was very simple and sweet.
He said he wanted you to undertake a pilgrimage.
Toward-
Discovering newer galaxies;
Exploring higher horizons;
Finding fresher pastures;
Hovering over prettier flowers;
Befriending beautiful butterflies...
This, obviously, The Time did,
In his most cunning manner: Death.
I vaguely remember your beautiful,
Tender, lovely frame lying wasted...
I could perceive, even though,
As indistinct as a dream,
Your late loving mother,
‘An Eternal Butterfly’ who's no more,
Hovering over you;
Receiving you benignly;
Holding you in tight embrace;
Grasping you compassionately;
Fondling you full of nostalgic yearning
And longing and craving of,
As though, endless ages and eras…
You were seen no more thenceforth.
I had been trying to console myself saying,
You would be back soon.
Why cry? Why weep? Why to wail?
Yet -
Willingly or unwillingly,
Rationally or irrationally,
Knowingly or unknowingly -
Why this heaviness in me?
Why this pain?
Why this endless ache?
Are these feelings and anxieties caused,
Owing to your momentary absence?
Are these caused,
Because of my inner feeling of fear,
That I would be silent and mute,
When I meet you again?
Are these caused, because,
I have some debts to repay you?
Whatsoever might be the reason,
In my speechless unconsciousness,
My mute, stiff tongue,
Mumbles a little prayer for you:
Grant Her Eternal Rest,
O Lord!
May Perpetual Light,
Shine Upon Her!
Yet-
My inner mind whispered to me
That you would come back,
As you are a butterfly,
Keep flying and fluttering around…
Hence-
Before you were out of my sight-
I just bid you a heartfelt farewell:
Bye, Bye, Butterfly!
13 January 2022
With thanks to the Environmental Defense Fund,
Advice from ecosystemic pantheists
PENGUIN:
Dive into life;
Avoid undiving into dying, stagnating in reverse-time ruminations.
Appreciate regenerative daydreams;
Depreciate decomposing nightmares.
Take long intuitive wilderness walks
away from short deductive domesticated pathways.
Stand together;
Avoid falling apart.
Go extra cooperative miles
rather than staying stuck
in competing monocultural piles
of divestment away from
polycultural health.
Keep your cool;
Sweep your warm incarnation stretch
into excarnational meanings,
hot co-arising vocations.
GLACIER:
Carve your own path
opening to bipartisan polypaths.
Go eco-slow
by stopping ego-too-fast.
Channel your strengths
with ecosystemic decomposition
of dissonant weaknesses.
Smooth the way for others
by struggling with your own anthro-supremacist addictions.
Keep moving rationally forward
which is not irrationally backward.
Avoid meltdowns,
Embrace freeze up frames
of dipolar co-arising balance.
Be cool, trusting,
by becoming empathically warmer.
SEA TURTLE:
Swim with the current;
Fly with bilateral enlightenment.
Be a good navigator;
Become a self-as-other optimizing listener,
follower of Earth's nutrition.
Stay calm under pressure,
Grow resonance with wu wei midway
slower resilient revolutions.
Be well traveled, outbound,
to become less homebound,
paranoic inbred.
Think long term;
Feel short-term compassion.
Age gracefully;
re-ligiously childlike.
Spend time at the beach,
invest space in one surfing ocean
of nurturing dreams.
POLAR BEAR:
Live large;
anthro-die down toward (0) Earthcentric.
Be thick-skinned;
Become transparently inter-religious.
Sniff out opportunities;
taste internal crisis, risk.
Learn some good icebreakers;
Unlearn some mad meltdowns.
Be fearless;
Become peace co-empathic messiahs.
Keep it cool,
not so much climatic warming
of melting EarthTribe landscapes.
At three a.m. the annoying telephone rings
“Hurricane Kate will soon be making landfall;
Drive to Panama City, start collecting your things”
Microphones and tape recorders, I pack them all
Just one week till the end of hurricane season
“Thanksgiving’s coming,” I grouse as I hit the road
Scrub pines twist furiously; I know the reason
Five months of calm weather, but now the motherload
A drive that is usually two hours now takes five
Lightning strikes everywhere, brightening the night sky
Approaching the beach, I’m lucky to be alive
I sit in fascination; the waves are so high
The fisherman’s pier collapses into the sea
A spin-off tornado tears the roof off a school
Disoriented, a man wades through the debris
I invite him to my car so we can seek safety
A vivid bolt of lightning sends him to his knees
He covers his ears as thunder roars ominously
I toss my raincoat over him, watching him freeze
He can’t tune out the noise and acts irrationally
When we arrive at the emergency center
People gather round him and I ask who he is
“We call him Crazy Mazy,” says the director,
“He served in Vietnam, many medals are his.”
With Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, he’s homeless
Living on the streets, Captain Jim Mazy seemed strange
The locals knew him well and offered him kindness
But to outsiders like me, he appeared deranged
For seventy-two hours, I stayed on the air
Talking to officials and those who assisted
As death reports came in, we bowed our heads in prayer
When I tried to talk to Mazy, he resisted
It was he I remembered most when I drove home
Members of the Capital Press Corps united
No longer on the street would this veteran roam
Compassion for a war hero had been ignited
Habitat for Humanity gladly pitched in
As did the public, when Mazy’s story was broadcast
Never again would he writhe in a hurricane’s din
Storms were behind him, Mazy had a home at last
*True account, written June 28, 2014
Winds of change blow in time’s course clear
waft from an unseen end to unknown another
the momentum they gather from the power
the history gives, it goes on increasing ever,
the direction they receive from the message
the current events provide can’t be altered,
the aim they read on social landscape page
people delicately design can’t be changed.
Civilizations blew away in the destined gale
the Indus valley turned into a great desert,
empires collapsed on time in the gusty squall
lie scattered in archaeological sites and in art,
all ordained to meet the change from the start.
The mankind sheds the unwanted old grime
like the dry leaves of autumn the winds sweep
and bury under thick dust of the ageing time.
Indomitable spirit rises from the dust deep
new generations of belief and value emanate
that survive as long as they can strongly defy
the forces of fated change the winds generate,
the strike of destined wrath time arrows apply
transforming fast and invisibly the core insipid
of the traditional society of integrity and unity
into a new deceptive one that seems steeped
permanently in intolerance and in hostility,
infusing sense of change that gradually sips in,
traditional concepts of living slowly recede
families and relationships disintegrate within
to morph into the present-day fragile breed
desperately designed to meet rather blindly
the demands current times make irrationally.
The shape and the space of mind’s frame alters
with changing pictures it holds but doesn’t know
the time and the people that are constant movers
displayed in the kaleidoscopic everlasting show
the winds of change visibly perform as they blow.
If winds of change blow too strong and abrasive
everything on way crumbles beyond recognition,
so savagely they gust nothing survives to retrieve
the wreckage can’t be swept aside, it stays on
for everything drags everything into the ruins.
August 31, 2017.
If you want to not only defend and secure your mental health and happiness,
but also optimize their positive capital flow-power;
If you can find sufficient motivation for one change,
and only one nature/spirit change,
then continue to assume your Right hand dominant mind
is might makes capital-invested ego-happiness right,
BUT/AND
work on equivalently presuming Left hand Yintegral sacred ecosystemic mind
is also right flows eco-healthy co-mentoring opportunities
for growing cooperatively incarnating abundance of healthy(R)happy-wealth(L).
These two, appositionally united,
rather than merely dissonant, chaotic, mis-communicating
between LeftBrain ego-dominant economic survivalism
and RightBrain eco-recessive politically organic regenerative health,
recreate embryonically-nurtured ego-force of eco-flow,
Yang/Yin ego-form of Earth-ecological-function,
POWER with CoEMPOWERING FLOW OPTIMIZATION
mindbody forms with ecopolitically strong healthy functions,
LeftEgo/Right-DNA/RNA Solidarity
human-divine
nature-spirit
balancing biosystems
of past and for future timelessly self/other optimizing cooperative
healthy(R)wealth(L).
On the other hand,
if conserving and defending your own regenerative health abundance
is of no interest,
then, never mind.
Keep on with the LeftBrain Business as Competitively Usual.
Just know that you are irrationally choosing to continue playing your economics and politics and mental health
using a pre-millennial WinLose misunderstood model of evolution
when you have available
a post-millennial WinWin ego/ecoconscious model
for continuing to defend and secure polypathic revolutions.
No pressure.
Your decision.
But you will never feel you have honestly,
with total investment integrity, decided one way or the other
until you choose WinLeftEgo/WinRight EcoPolitical CoOperative-Flow Balance.