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There are those who genuinely labor and long for certain realities.
There are myriads of cases of dreams giving birth and thriving.
These are such that conceive of great things while fully awake.
I suspect they would be considered dreamers and visionaries.
And then there are such that dream while they are fast asleep.
These are those who do not willfully contribute to their dreams.
The dream may come in bits and pieces and often void of clarity.
Attempts are often made to interpret, determining rhyme and reason.
The former may spend a lifetime bringing to pass that which he dreams.
Perhaps the wisest move of the latter is to do no more than observe until
or unless there is a cause, divine or otherwise, to respond to their dreams.
Methinks that one should approach such dreams as one would notate
the posting on a box filled with glass or other fragilities of grave concern.
"Fragile, handle with care" should also be the advisory for our sleeping dreams.
Notwithstanding, God speaks in many ways, and dreams are absolutely one of them. Subjectivity is most fragile and should be the cautionary stance, and objectivity is more likely to stand the test of time and elasticity resulting in positive outcomes.
Houses, not built on a rock, but sand, remind me of sleeping in the fragility of dreams.
051720PSCtest, In The Fragility of Dreams, Silent One. 2P
when faced with a clearing upon a path
are you more likely to walk or take a ride
is the answer more important than the question you ask
or is your journey just a result of your pride
when is it the most that you feel alive
is it the conjure of voices in a crowd
or is it that voice that triggers your drive
when you can hear your heart beating loud
does it take someone near you to realize you are breathing
is it the breath you feel inside your lungs
is it their heart that keeps yours beating
or is it their words that slip from your tongue
do you quest to live in a world where everyone agrees
a result of a reality where everyone is dreaming
does the world exist simply to find those to please
or do you choose existence where you give yourself meaning
does thinking of the universal fear keep yourself from you
the idea of being alone clouding your thoughts
as the convictions of others dictate what you do
while the mind forgets what it has been taught
does the flame of your heart flicker from others doubts
as evening beckons you to sleep
or does your heart tell what you're about
when the world causes you to weep
when you walk a road at night
is your shadow the only company you need
or does that thought instill fright
in the twilight when the dawn recedes
when thoughts web and cloud your mind
are you sure that they are your thoughts that you are hearing
or is it when you left others behind
that the light is shed on what you have been fearing
Black men more likely to get than not,
those regressive genes again we forgot,
coming from monkeys, white men from fish,
evolution, sneaked out of things they wish.
I had my test - PSA was about ten, okay,
gave a grunt when I left, alright on the day;
if one thing doesn't get you - something else will,
which one are you - maybe die laughing still.
Feeling a bit dizzy today, perhaps I'll lie down,
took a neurofen, wonder if it helps white and brown;
think of some friends who took their own lives,
bottle of booze and pills, then the spirit dives.
All so gloomy isn't it - enjoy before too late,
believe or not because u ain't coming back again mate.
Our nation is being privatized
By selfish politicians
Who are manipulating us
And their hate filled cries.
The question becomes a stark why
We ask the dark unwise
Driving us to laced dimes
Or writing rhymes.
Love is the answer I surmise,
Nobody else buys.
Emotions have no value in the marketplace
Unless you're of a certain race
That reminds them of their former master
Then they're more likely to share their wealth.
We need more than paper
To tear down these paper walls.
The order becomes too tall
When we apply an objective concept (currency)
To a subjective principle (value)
Our ideas of value get tangled,
Our empathy is mangled;
Our discourse becomes angled.
Discussions turn to wrangles
And our lives never left the jungle
But there's always a rumble.
Regimes always tumble,
Humanity continues to stumble
Earth's health starts to fumble.
Molesting the nation like a creepy uncle
Until we see our follies unfold
Then will we be so bold
To say we can do it on our own.
Black Friday,
iconic of Climate Fragility,
is designed to transition retail
from red
to black
end of year balance sheets.
Black Friday
is black
good
wealthy
robust
from a competitive corporate perspective.
What feels too seldom noticed,
This capital-acquisition game
is played with ZeroSum win/lose assumptions:
Retail corporations
are more likely to go richly black
as consumer households,
especially marginally surviving households,
urban apartheid neighborhoods,
rural failing family farms,
reach into shallowing pockets
to risk red indebted shortfall,
unhoused lack of holds.
To align our ecopolitical color scheme,
black incorporated economic privilege
is fed by red consumer fragility
as white political privilege
feeds on black and brown
and cooperative rainbow fragility.
One of the ways
we can remember this color scheme,
no paranoid pun intended,
is through a song,
Red and yellow,
black and white,
these are diversely precious
in His Straight White corporate sight
ReIncarnated Capital-Infested God
loves all consumers
of the ZeroSum WinLose
global market world.
This version suffers
from unlyrical challenges,
yet it still has a Black Friday ring
to cash re-registering around us.
The title of this song escapes me.
Was it
He's Got the Whole World in His Corporation
or Shop Til We Drop?
The voracious squirrels must think we're nuts,
especially on Black Friday.
While you waited, he slipped comfortably into her panties.
Sometimes less is not more, it's just short of enough.
Rather than saving for a rainy day you should buy an umbrella today.
If you are reaching for the stars you can be pretty sure you're standing outside.
He felt a bit irritated when he had to jump for Joy!
He was on the highway to hell, fortunate for him his motorcycle broke down.
She wanted one on one time, sadly she had someone else in mind.
Of all your personalities I like this one the best!
Every time I make a judgement about you, I learn something about myself.
If you want to be seen, sometimes you need to stand by yourself.
Speaking louder does not make you right!
When you walk with your head in the clouds you're more likely to trip.
Original sin has become somewhat unoriginal!
I want to one day be as smart as he thinks he is.
Everything old is still old even if the new stuff looks old.
You can take that to the bank but it will cost you!
If a coward dies a hundred deaths, he should be extremely well prepared.
The poor cat got ripped off, he only had one life.
The man who talks the least has the best hearing.
Never ever underestimate the power of your own stupidity.
Not all who appear friendly are friends.
The one who loses brings another much joy.
Form:
When you hear plans for reactive justice
do you also listen for responsive mercy?
Or are you more likely to feel merciless revenge
against uncivilized behavior
swelling vibrant adrenaline
thrilling your self-righteous bloodstream?
If revenge is your best defense
against chaotic complexities of bad mad behavior,
If punitive humiliation
is this justice by disgrace
you deem responsible,
comfortably live by,
protect and defend,
then you will be an often disappointed,
and disappointingly ineffective,
parent
And would best and brightest stay far away
from anything in law enforcement,
militarized defense,
courtroom dramas,
and gun permits.
Advocates and defenders of justice for all
are deep lovers of intentions and behaviors
good healthy humored
seeking our not so bad, sad, and mad renovations
of white-washed purging rituals
including Society's eco-political purifying rituals,
obsessive-compulsive demoralizing ruminations,
ruinations,
rambling echoes of great and small transitions
quaking Earth's moral indignation
steeped in Anthropocene rape cultures
and pillage histories
of patriarchal justice
without matriarchal mercy,
much less Eartheatrical peace.
Justice without mercy
is like believing in love
without practicing peace
Like trying to restore a moral climate for love
without a maturing polycultural life
engaged co-empathically together
All guilty of anti-Earth transgressions
against compassioned innocents
of most every unmerciful violence one might imagine
inside inhumane uncivilization
Until we fall Anthropocene bad
sad
mad
unglad apart
To reweave yet another new inter-re-ligious
brightest and best day
Without such long LeftBrain EitherFor/OrAgainst
pathologically punishing shadows,
unmercifully thrown survival of the fiercest apart,
not yet fully grown Anthropocene together
Mature sacred and organic
mind/bodies
Anthro/Earth-Tribe polyculturally thriving
merry mercy co-passion full
Maturing polypathic peace
EarthJustice regenerates.
Rats can have over a million descendants
In eighteen months, talk about prolific
Don't know about all youse guys out there
But this guy finds that quite horrific
You'd produce enough gas for an atomic bomb
If you farted for 6 years and 9 months
Know a guy that could produce enough gas
For an atomic bomb by farting just once
Tipping in Iceland is considered an insult
Sounds really civilized to me
The longest flight of a chicken is 13 seconds
It crash landed and broke a knee
Ribbon worms eat themselves if they can't find food
Now that's pretty desperate to me
Guess they start at the bum and work their way up
Don't think I've ever felt THAT hungry
Bob Hope and Billy Joel were both once boxers
Now I don't mean the doggy type
Chained dogs are 3 times more likely to bite us
Guess they have a reason to gripe
Clocks made before 1660 had only an hour hand
The world didn't have seconds back then
A jiffy is the time it takes for light to travel
One centimetre in a vacuum, I'm overwhelmed
Mahatma Gandhi wrote for advice on diet and exercise
To strongman Charles Atlas, I kid you not
Whoopi Goldberg's real name is Caryn Johnson
That can't be, we all love Whoopi a lot
Who said "I’ve watched a lot of baseball on the radio"
Yup! Good old President Gerald Ford
Way back, people threw eggs at the bride and groom
A custom that today would be deplored
INTERVIEW
Hello, so you’re a grain of sand
I hope that you’re the right one
It’s identification, you understand
Now that the counting has begun
You claim to be one in a million
Perhaps it is a different meaning
And it’s more likely to be trillion
Even to a higher number leaning
But now let this interview begin
So, what in your life stands out
Did you claim an ancient origin
Please tell me what that’s about
Found washed up on the beach
Maybe in the company of others
All so very close enough to reach
It’s as though you’re all brothers
You are an individual, you insist
As a distinctive tiny size of grain
Your unique features I’ve missed
Unless you’d like to now explain
Across the world, different shades
Mostly gold, also black and white
Fine and coarse in various grades
Will you stand out, you just might
This interview’s been hit and miss
As your claim this distinct identity
But my last question to you is this
As sand, are you a discrete entity
It's the first snowfall of the year
And it takes me back....
I remember the first time I rode her in the snow,
So afraid she'd slip.
She didn't want to go out
But we both needed some fresh air and exercise.
Her ears laid flat when she saw the saddle.
She was not impressed.
I think she had hoped I was just bringing a treat.
The snow wasn't deep.
A few wayward snowflakes, stragglers,
Were still falling.
So I saddled her and off we went.
Avoiding paved roads
Where she would be more likely to slip.
We stayed to the dirt road running past the house
And a few familiar trails.
I believe she aimed for low hanging boughs.
I was covered in snow in the first twenty minutes.
My punishment for this silly idea, I guess.
Soon her ears picked up and her step became more sprightly.
She, too, was getting into the spirit of it.
Only an hour, then back to the barn.
No falls, a couple minor slides in footing
Which she handled like a pro.
There I brushed her down
And she attacked apples with a renewed appetite.
The next day the rain washed it all away,
Except for the memory.....
it remains.