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How incredulous and deluded we are
That we believe ourselves to be superior beings
And we are nothing more than Platyhelminths
That celebrate the festival of the Anus
Or reproductive system
Leading a long procession
Behind a priest saying mass
Or going to a rock and rap festival
Where people sing in chorus
The delights of alcohol and marijuana
All done on the lives of innocents
Murdered and dead by warlords
Serial killers and genocidal maniacs.
These are confirmed facts
In the true history of time.
We are turbellarian platyhelminths
With bilateral symmetry
Commonly depressed
Flattened dorsoventrally
Therefore we can call ourselves
Flatworms with locomotion
Produced by mucous secretions
Or ejaculations that move
Or are dropped from above.
There are active groups:
The workers of earth and asphalt
And parasitic groups:
Political baskets with an **** opening
And pedophilic clergy with a blind anus
That sees everything
According to them
Both usually equipped
With adhesive organs (suckers)
To suck our sap and blood.
We are worms with skeletal formations
For whom only the following matter:
The genital atrium, the mouth
The epidermis, the esophagus
The pharynx, the frontal gland
The nerve ganglion, the prostate gland
The intestine, the excretory pore
The genital pore, the
The penile scrotum, the womb
The roof of the palate of the
The uterus, the ovary
Supported by the Fallopian tubes.
We Platyhelminths are
For the most part hermaphrodites
With distinct male and female genital systems
With a cephalocaudal metabolic gradient.
As ecologists expand our awareness of ecosystems
as win/win cooperative health networks
With co-arising dipolar
interior and exterior
sensory intelligence,
Health optimization
adds deeper meaning
to an old proverb,
"Bloom where you are planted"
In animate
contextual
interdependent
intersectional
multicultural
contextual attachment
rooted intelligence
Experience
relationship
dipolar co-arising communion.
When Ego is inexorably planted
within Self's largest ecosystemic
interdependent metabolic
homeopathic multicultural
resonant musing relationships,
Then Ego is most free
to search
and find
Ego/LargeSelf-Systemic
voices with choices
cooperatively co-invested eco-political
lifetime rooted
Passion WIN/WIN Plays
Wealthy Ecological
Stealthy Analogical
Meldy Musicolyrical
Indigenously Theological
Multiculturally Mythological
EcoWomanist Political
Democratic HealthLogical
I think I shall never see
a difference in an organic tree
and a Win/Win communication string
restructuring through annual developmental time,
or an ecopolitical climate healthcare network
observed from outside
sacred health/wealth space.
Perhaps all examples
of a whole metabolic health optimizing system.
And,
if there be equitable differences
in-between polyphonic and polyvagal sensory systems,
one environmental and the other interior,
Perhaps also integral resemblances
between linear verbally cognized causes
with non-verbal felt effects
predict future co-arising non-surprises
In sometimes ever widening
deep listening
win/win ego/eco-health care
co-arising green cooperative new deal systems
EcoFeminist life multiculturing
nonviolent communication networks
for restorative justice
through polycultural community mediation,
Perhaps calling for analogous skill sets
for analysis
through integral permaculture design
with non-zero zone Whole EarthSystemic
resonant co-empathic therapeutic experiences
on the Right
and resilient cooperative wealth
win/win investment
on our Left
Of one whole metabolic health optimizing
value system.
Filched Physiognomy - Mine!
Absolute zero escape
velocity guts dance
sing days (contra and square),
cuz metabolic full abundance
abdominal adipose tissue acceptance
not in accordance
with light as a feather
miss lost acquaintance
the boy within forced admittance
as sure man tanks of fat did advance
shotgun marriage demanded allegiance
to pledge lifetime alliance
no room for allowance
crushing lightness of being ambiance
nor allies to help me combat
battle fatigue require
ring superman endurance
to muster strength
to stand erect else ambulance
will whisk away husky
embarrassing appearance
loose fitting clothing
jelly roll appurtenance
overnight digital readout,
asper body mass index
scaled quick ascendance,
thus when showering,
I look askance
fearing bulging balloon
will necessitate assistance
else... diet of worms
as only assurance
safeguarding body electric
against hecklers at open casket
no matter, a small perchance
crowd in attendance
yea... eventual cremation
after life only fat chance
to alleviate present circumstance
heavy matter fails security clearance
the price for astute cognizance
weak willpower alighting countenance
esse pie ying sweet treats
now measures taken to counterbalance
to fight temptation and dalliance
overruling feasting craving delectation
to restore trim deliverance
love handles around equator
no magician can render disappearance
yes the discontinuance
of just dessert must maintain distance
without being weighed
down with disturbance
by heaviest haunch
ain't no elegance
lugging extra encumbrance
when throughout my early life,
skinny, yet able to steel glance
mirrored reflection now grievance,
where wistful memory
ha...ironic insouciance
more so than
today finds intolerance,
thus woebegone issuance
thorn in muss hide
to experience jubilance
hmm...maybe a strong
arm can lance
excess flab quite a nuisance
to defy gravity, why penance
sans unsightly paunch
yours truly laments skin
tight fit, thus petulance
lame excuse unwanted protuberance
necessitates dedicated pursuance
recollection of washboard
abdomen impossible, yes
nothing accomplished by remonstrance!
Terror
When I thought of the terror
Once I sat engaged and freighting
Much I marveled the splendid scare
Deep into that darkness fearing
On that day my soul grew lonely
Once upon a midnight silent
I awoke and flung the deterrence
Sore while all the while violent
Once upon a midnight silent
and its eyes have all the hushing
It was onrushing, violent, gushing!
The clap never brushing
I crave the stirring, somber sedition
There stood a voiceless nutrition
To warn me about the basal metabolic rate
In The blacken darkness riffs of hate
Deep into that darkness sing
Still is sting, still is sting
As of someone gently bring, bring
Death shall bring hallelujahs
Deep into that darkness fooling
All my soul within me grueling
As of someone gently schooling, schooling
Death shall bring acclamations
All my soul within me dueling
Engaged and freighting
Much I marveled the splendid scare
Deep into that darkness fearing
On that day my soul grew lonely
Once upon a midnight silent
I awoke and flung the deterrence
scary-Terror
3/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
in the rusty tide animating bones
of deluded gods reaching for the lie
etched on eroded steles in dead lisps
licking flames of seers tossing guts
filled with blue and red fascists
infecting the hands of the curious
willing to taste microscopic spiders
gulping their blood pumping poisonous
chants of starlit fevers soaking doubts
in baptismal orgasms growing fingers
measuring spirits down to the remnants
of angels sleeping in cellars drinking
emotions of residents disheveling linen
drenched fear perspiring throughout eye
movements of broken nightmares straining
to be painted in fixed oil imbued with lead
thoughts cracking in corridors hallucinating
dripping madmen sharpening revolts smearing
screeching phrases fed intravenously milking
the life of beasts for ravenous wisdom awaits
cold to the heart thuds of silence defy adages
preaching surrender to the surgeon’s pride
flashing silver pain pooling mercury bulges
of phallic power parading atrocity elements
churning in the metabolic circumference of Gaia
digesting busts of Caesars forgetting Romana
as peace basks in the annihilation of metabolism
directing the jet-streams crossing sunrise
and sunset like catholic rites glossy and gilt
flat personages etched by bright children
bending down to surrender to the priests
speechless in empty piety moaning high-
ways returning in internal engines conbusting
beside Masonic erections adorned with devils
sliding between walls where innocence lived
yellowed pages of periodicals recall fabrications
stitched into the screens of televisions changing
until the entire hymn of Satan rests in every palm
An apology is a letter we write with our hearts to those that we know we’ve wronged so that we will be able to make the situation a little less hurtful than it was when it started. They don’t always work, but those that do have a tenancy to make us a bit better, although the emotion still remains even after.
And, when it doesn’t work, we continue to sit by and let the emotions fester and boil into a soup of metabolic fuel called anger. We let is metastasize within us, staying there and whispering little things into our ears, and becoming the thing we call a grudge. And when we finally do see the light, we either had enough confidence and morality to even bother to forgive, or we were the same cowards that walk away every time there’s a scrape or a fight instead of standing up for themselves as they should.
We can’t always control what goes up or down in the roller coaster we’re forced to ride on a daily basis. But what we can do is forgive. We can’t always forget when we should or remember what we must when we need to, but the least we can do is forgive. Because sometimes forgiveness has less to do with the pain of the heart and more to do with the pain of the mind.
Meet my friends Nip also Tuck here
in my imaginary...
came to flabber, jabber with us,
Right there!
swimming together!
see them...
Nip is a master of diguises,
can change any color, skin texture,
rearange any tentacle size,
in water, murky! salt! a mixture
Tuck has super senses,
makes no mistake,
with intense vibrations,
can enter a metabolic state...
We'll go for some mouthwatering bites,
through my inner Abyss, one salty sea,
All- having insatiable appetites...
let's lose Tuck, so not to nip you or me,
on our way is a Laugh Inn Dinner,
delites, they serve, me'ate'o'rights,
taste better than condence...
'there'- We'll build confidence, or not,
We'll need to shed a tear
upon our sudden 'wake-up'
for our escape, without fear
an a tear, we'll need to take
to get back out, from here,
a single tear-drop, from an eye,
drip us, out of an optical sphere,
back...back...back from my minds-eye
for this dream will not reappear!
Or you can simply Click: ( Close X )
My problem with change,
it seldom presents our whole systemic bill,
our full currency required,
including Other ecological costs.
My theological change issues
are in Win/Lose and Lose/Lose
degenerative economic directions
Unraveling cancerous erections
eruptions
extractions
excommunications
extinctions of natural species
and spiritual beauty
and truth objectives
and cooperative subjects
co-invested in political trust,
in health/wealth bicameral development,
Secularizing autonomous ZeroSum
LeftBrain dominance
and not enough sacred polycultural NonZero/One
RightBrain ecosystemic prominence
Of nonviolent
eco-political communication,
relationship,
integrity's therapeutic change
toward interdependent balance
for polyculturally health wealth
Of polypathic
metabolic multimathic experimental thoughts
with imaged feelings
for improving Earth's cooperative health
and co-invested economic safety.
Perhaps like a lightning
bolt of clear out of the blue
rigor mortis (tenon and
three decades hence)
two thousand fifty nine if you
count from January 13th 2019, adieu
attest that day 9 months I did brew
in wound (of the late Harriet Harris),
now finds me loved ones
crying boo hoo,
after this stiff mortal
Earthling bid toodle loo
with symbolic casket
(carrying cremated urn of ashes)
remembrance attended
by gentile and Jew
sharing positive memories purportedly
about this nondescript
fellow they knew
mainly indirectly, poignantly,
and wickedly shot thru
with his insightful humorous scribblings,
plus magnus opus titled
"How do ye do,"
an informal rambling missive bereft
of any subject and
devoid with little clue,
the purpose of said hefty tome
out weighing The Federalist circa: knew
lee after American independence
Papers, written by true
purrs under the pseudonym "Publius"
but great (as a great doorstop), or
alight as tinder for barbeque
since many admirers never
read his text written in Hebrew,
fluency acquired spending
final years he grew
old, since automatic citizenship
granted based on genetic goo
plus Mediterranean climate helped promote
longevity to century his health did hew
thus naturally pronounced philosophy,
where he drew
quite a wide web asper the many
claims Matthew Scott did eschew
to maintain longevity (more
quackery than science), but who
could dispute glorious
principles, not to poo poo
analogous to placebo effect
harmless fervent coping methods,
whether to cure ague
interestingly enough he cited ack hue
puncture for a gamut of physical ills
as well he did advocate chew
wing food (after taking small bites)
until mouthful became pulpy slew
(proponent of Fletcherism), this to
exercise dentures in addition
to maximize stew
pen diss experience of simple
routine eating view
wing thoroughly good (by George)
said quotidian activity grew
tubby spiritual, similarly basic
functions in general did get skew
ward whereby meditation on intrinsic,
metabolic and scholastic
processes to name a few
added a dimension of enhancement prior to
exiting life into frontier mortals can only rue.