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I spoke with Reverend Laura today.
She listened curiously
more than merely patiently,
actively
more than barely politely,
as I noticed her questions
in this sacred space
of co-empathic listening,
dialogue,
discussion,
discernment
Of where we are heading
and behinding,
progressing
and healing,
to speak with other Reverends
and Doctors
and Nurses
and Nurses Aides
and Home CareGivers,
and Mediators
and Healthy Communication System Facilitators,
and Parents
and Cooperative Healers
and Peer Ministers,
and Teachers
and Lay Leaders
and Religious Educators
and impassioned Environmentalists
and LeftBrain Dominant,
stern,
BusinessAsUsual Investors,
and Trump Nationalistic Right to be Wrong Loyalists,
and other LeftBrain rabidly viral
AnthroEcentrics,
public cooperative win/win virtuous health systemic
Denialists,
All or Nothing bipolarizing
totalitarian saint or sinner Fundamentalists,
Longing to 20/20 re-vision
re-connect
re-ligion
re-generate
cooperative win/win ego/eco-systemic
multicultural valued interfaith Climates
of public
private
mental
physical
mind/bodied restorative Peace
and EarthJustice
healthiest wealth prospects
for curious and courageous
community redevelopment.
To see America in this place makes me weep,
when the only hope we have to spread our message.
Maybe to take up our arms and march through the street,
in an attempt to save ourselves from the wreckage.
They regulate all our thoughts and actions freely,
as they sell us diet colas and empty hope.
They can sell us our leaders just as easily,
when we traded our religion for their plug-in trope.
Who are those faceless men hiding in the shadow,
pushing the buttons to destroy all resistance?
Bring them forward to face us in the light and show,
why a corrupt Government deserves existence.
Step forward all true American loyalists,
take back the land of the free, the home of the brave.
Perhaps this might be the only chance we will get,
will it be liberty or a walk to the grave?
Pakistan is my beloved homeland country.
And i am too much honest,sincere, loyalists & trustworthy to my own country Pakistan.
I will devote the chain of my limitless love, affection & my all best skills to my beloved country Pakistan to give it outstanding progress.
If my beloved country Pakistan,if it is possible for me.
I will give you full protection from all kinds of danger and your enemies.
I will keep save you from autumn,
And there will always a happy season of spring through out the Pakistan for whole lifetime.inshAllah.
I am too much patriotic so i have shown too much patriotism to my beloved country Pakistan.
I will sacrifice my life to protect you,
I don't want to be more than that.
I will not sacrifice only my life to save you.I will sacrifice thousand lives to save my beloved country Pakistan.
Pakistan is my beloved homeland country.
And i am too much honest,sincere, loyalists & trustworthy to my own country Pakistan.
I will devote the chain of my limitless love, affection & my all best skills to my beloved country Pakistan to give it outstanding progress.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
https://youtu.be/xZ8tNY607nc
True patriots,
regardless of color, creed, or cathartic party,
are loyal to cooperative interdependent change
from below
and within
as needed to liberally balance conserving health
to co-empower compassionately wealthy democracy.
Fake patriots
are like colonial loyalists
supporting patriarchal monocultures,
status quo
business as competitively usual,
dubiously needed to reactively protect
exclusive
from above
and outside wealth of kings.
As if patriotic wealth could ever survive
privileged autonomous apartheid,
one way receiving,
without any giving back
EarthTribe eco-patriotic value.
Passion can overpower
all resonant and dissonant voices,
for a brief flash of reactionary time.
Autonomous passion can behave so loudly,
univocally self-invested,
that Others' passions are no longer heard--
inviting impassioned debate
disinviting dialogue.
When compassion errs,
we are under-powered fragments
fractured from future's long-term opportunities.
Passion shines red-blooded brilliant.
Compassion listens
for cooperative patriotic resilient.
My Beloved country Pakistan:(Poem)
Pakistan is my beloved homeland country.
And i am too much honest,sincere, Loyalists & trustworthy to my own country pakistan.
I will devote the chain of my limitless love, affection & my all best skills to my beloved country pakistan to give it outstanding progress.
If my beloved country pakistan,if it is possible for me.
I will give you full protection from all kinds of danger and your enemies.
I will keep save you from autumn,
And there will always a happy season of spring through out the pakistan for whole lifetime.inshAllah.
I am too much patriotic so i have shown too much patriotism to my beloved country pakistan.
I will sacrifice my life to protect you,
I donot want to be more than that.
I will not sacrifice only my life to save you.i will sacrifice thousand lives to save my beloved country Pakistan.
Pakistan is my beloved homeland country.
And i am too much honest,sincere, Loyalists & trustworthy to my own country pakistan.
I will devote the chain of my limitless love, affection & my all best skills to my beloved country pakistan to give it outstanding progress.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
In seventeen seventy-seven,
amidst the deep summer’s August heat,
Barry St. Leger, loyalist milita,
and the Iroquois walked on sore feet.
Their mission was clear: move down the Mohawk,
meet Burgoyne and split the rebel states,
except the Americans in Fort Stanwix
were effectively blocking their way.
To advance the fort had to be reduced,
but St. Leger’s force had few big guns,
so he settled into a siege of the fort,
with a mind to hold strong 'til he’d won.
But the patriots knew of the British plans,
and were not content to just sit and wait,
Tyrion County called up its militia
to save Stanwix from a bloody fate.
Eight hundred of them marched for the fort,
under the command of Nick Herkimer,
a palatine German of the Mohawk vale,
an able and determined fighter.
They stopped to camp not far from Stanwix,
and Herkimer counseled that they should hold,
to await a signal from inside the fort
and launch a two-front attack bold.
But the militia saw this as cowardice,
and said,”What else could we expect?
His own brother fights with St. Leger,
we can’t expect him to take the next step.”
Herkimer darkened at his men’s words,
and would not idly receive their scorn,
he ordered the men to be on the ready,
they would advance the following morn.
But the British knew of their approach,
and prepared to put them to the test,
near five hundred set out to intercept,
mostly Iroquois with some Loyalists.
The next day the Americans, on the move,
found themselves passing through a ravine,
unaware that eyes stared upon them
as they drank from a cool, tiny stream.
The British had planned to wait until
the patriots were all stretched out,
but some Indians opened fire too early,
a roar of muskets and loud piercing shouts.
The first volleys hit hard, stunned the militia,
a good many brave soldiers went down,
Herkimer took a ball in the leg,
and from a dying horse pitched to the ground.
So fierce was that first surprise attack,
so many patriotic souls shot dead,
that all sides involved said the tiny stream
was stained by the blood until red.
Some tried to move wounded Herkimer,
but he was still in no mood for retreat,
he took out a pipe, leaned on a tree trunk,
and said,”I will meet the enemy...”
CONCLUDES IN PART II
America First has a long history
Over 250 years now
Of resisting the tyranny of kings.
Needless to say, Trump is the obvious face
Of America First,
And yet here he is being called a king.
The irony is those now opposed to MAGA
Would have been opposed to America’s independence
And so called “loyalists” back then.
Loyal to what we might ask?
To the top down power of the monarchy
To the mercantilist crony capitalism of the day
To a status quo that didn’t want anything to change.
Kings like this kind of stability after all,
Not being elected to serve a limited term
They worry about the only way they can be replaced
And that is through death.
But real kings these days are figure heads,
Not doers or even tyrants
But remnants of past glories
Held up to inspire and unite a culture.
Maybe the protests today aren’t really for no kings
As much as not their king.
If they were really honest they’d have just
Had a posthumous crowning ceremony
For their immortal King
Karl of Marx.
(10/18/25)
Tell me less and last
about who and what and why you hate
with militant might.
Speak with me more and first
about who and what and why you love
with brilliant bright.
I will listen all this day
and next,
all my life
if your voice can positively project
long enough to leave no time at all
for hate
and anger,
envy and fear of losing
who and what and why we love
our synergetic health
and not our too violent fragments of pathology
Rambling on
in front of unmediating microphones and cameras
about who and what and why
healthy nutrition and nurturing natures
of vulnerable Others
compete for your empowered
disempowering disdain,
While no lover
with a healthy mind and heart
would ever care to listen
this day and night.
Nor our next,
We have so many warmer,
yet not too warm,
vulnerable,
transparent,
courageous,
curiously co-arising days and nights
for peaceful dialogue,
discernment,
endearing conversation.
Even in that heated time
of Declaring Independence,
when hate and anger and fear
against privileged white male royalists
and their loyalists
and their unwealthy terrorists
and their unhealthy reality manufacturists
ran revolutionary high,
we boldly spoke in democratic constitutions of love
about wellness,
pursuits of happiness,
and cooperative prosperity
more memorable
than historic hates.
What attorneys advocate
and statues of Liberty
and active peace lovers hear
in and on this day
are first through last restoring health wealthiness,
equal dignity,
freedom for individuals
families
local communities
to pursue our just dignity
and wellness peace together
with democratic inclusive integrity,
liberally lavish love.
Historic hate and anger and fear
are dark memories still within us
in our sacred State of independent declarations,
yet these fade into our unloved history
of economic and political servitude
lack of benign royal gratitude,
and are not this today revolution's healthy attitude
for who and what and why we love
this Interdependence Day.
Speak with me first and more
about who and what and why you love
with brilliant bright.
I will listen all this green and glorious day
and next night,
all our loved and loving life.
You wear virtue on your sleeve
But you often wear nothing at all
Showing scars of thousands of years
When corrupt leaders beat you
But they could never kill you
So you survived the centuries
You masquerade as a maryr
To the displaced masses
You offer the guise of salvation
But greed feeds your desire
We should be happy
We should be dancing
They say we have it all
While others endure the fall
We feared the loyalists
We feared the little green men
We feared those in the hijab
For as long as we fear
We shall never see the truth
Of our own looming demise
You always sell pretty lies
To disguise an ugly truth
The scales remain imbalanced
And resentment festers
We're gears in the machine
And no matter how many
Throw themselves between the gears
The machine never stops
But now it's so odious
So sick at heart we don't take part
We're the land of opportunity
Unless you're a minority
Unless you're a woman
Unless you're a Muslim
Unless you're poor
Wealth concentration
A planet slowly dying
You survived the centuries
But you do not bring us salvation
You bring us damnation
Truth and facts are twins,
born from the same silence,
cradled in the same light,
yet hunted by different men.
Facts stand naked in the marketplace,
cold, stubborn, unmoving.
Numbers etched into stone,
events that happened whether we like them or not.
But truth…
truth walks deeper.
It enters the soul of things,
breathes beneath statistics,
and whispers what facts alone cannot explain.
A fact may tell you
that chains once held a people.
Truth will tell you
how those chains still echo in their minds.
A fact may record
the fall of a nation.
Truth will reveal
who sold its future in the dark.
And so the world fears them both.
Because facts expose lies,
but truth exposes intentions.
Politicians manipulate facts,
crowds distort truth,
and loyalists bury both
beneath noise and emotion.
Yet the twins endure.
For facts are the footprints of reality,
and truth is the soul that left them behind.
Separate them,
and society becomes blind.
Unite them,
and even darkness begins to confess.