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"THE BIRD CANNOT FLY"
No matter how hard he flaps his wings body won’t lift,
is it obesity or small wings?
He shouldn’t devour the food mother
fed him but do some exercise for flying,
worse yet,
he pecked on and bit siblings
in order to snatch all the food
the mother brought back causing them all to die;
his gluttonous appetite and cruel treatment made
him incapable of lifting his body in the air;
if a bird cannot fly, he is not a bird anymore
then, where to go and what to become to fly in the air.
"THE BIRD LOST SONG"
Although he had a beautiful voice
he drank sweet wines to have a more beautiful voice,
he smoked marijuana to have a more voluminous voice;
blinded by brilliant stage lights and fancy spots,
intoxicated from the shouts of fans, he ruined himself
in the tremendous popularity,
his fame made him arrogant, he fell into narcissism,
he jumped up and down on the stage and soared in the air
to tear down the floodlights hanging from the ceiling,
foolish enough to think that his feathers are brighter
more luminous than the floodlights; flapping his glittering wings,
he fell from the ceiling and was sucked into a bottomless pit.
"THE BIRD WITHOUT FEATHERS"
The starlight reflecting on a treetop is so beautiful
though he knew he couldn’t fly anymore, he stretched
open his old and infirm wings and flapped, looking at the sky,
to soar in the air; alas, Zeus’s thunderbolt struck him that moment.
His body was torn to pieces, his feathers were plucked away,
and because of all his cuts and bruised body, the remaining plumage
lost its splendorous colors; no matter how well he took care,
lost glossiness never to be restored, no matter how gently he combs,
his feathers fall out feebly;
when he looks back, he was a prisoner of vice
he was obsessed by insatiable lust,
the flower is so colorful
it smelled so sweet, he kept following
bewitched by the beauty of its alluring looks;
before he was aware of it, he got stuck in the mud, sunk into
the depth of vice; and though, he got out from mud just before
he was suffocated to death, his entire body was covered with
the scabs of evil,
the water flows, though he has no strength
to cross the river any more, it’s time to, he may be
washed away by the water, or dip himself in the water
to wash his scabs of evil out.
I cannot go backwards.
I can’t believe in the deception
You impersonate so well
Smell of flowers
Plucked in hell
Hugs and kisses when lights are on
Yells and broken walls
When we are all alone
Sweetness that is calibrated
to a love you emaciated
I have lived this deception
But when you left
I gained more perception
And now I see you so well
How you never ever could
Be truthfully yourself
You can keep on trying
But now I know
when you are lying
You think you are starving me without your touch?
You are only saving me from your leftover lust
keeping my body intact
From your half effort love acts
I would pray for you to find someone else
But I don’t like to say prayers wishing for
No one in this world, hell
And you bring the dissonance to your son
The hot and cold
The farse you carry in your entire soul
Is so more than just
An imperfect man sinning
It is machinated scheming
I stopped hearing your cries
When I realized they are calculated
Suppressors of your lies
You really thought you would break my soul?
That’s fine, it makes me smirk a bit, you know
The only thing you did
Was to open cracks in my heart
So I could leak in the world
What I carried within me from the start
Those who have been around you before
They know
I won’t wish you anything
I am too focused on my own growth
Each day I wipe the blood from your gifts
The type of touch you got me used to
Blood, bruises, and stiches
My love that forgave you
Moments after you punched my ears
Making the sounds of your curses
From them literally bleed
That love
Brought me home
Yet you curled in a ball
Inside of the tub
So small
Begging mercy to this soul
You hated with love, you wanted to control
I hugged you in pain and blood
To let you know
We are all one soul
By hurting me
You ended up hurting yourself
Didn’t you know?
I can hear the noises of your lies
The fear of being truthful
The need to eternally be in disguise
I never lost a thing in here
I only regained my strength
And in myself
I never stopped believing
I don’t wish on your downfall
But I am already rising
Cannot withstand being so small
I am far away from your dimension
Nothing more in here that I can do
Just to leave you alone
And pray for you
to live your life with intention
I heard from PrimeAryan DT
that socialism kills nations.
I thought it was fascist totalitarianism
that killed nations,
the lack of democratic social intelligence,
social investment,
non-violent communication,
restorative,
therapeutic
win/win social justice.
My grandparents,
at least on my mother's side,
who seemed ancient and fragile to me,
often opined,
"When you lose your health,
you love everything."
I don't know if they literally meant everything:
your faith,
your active hope,
your love,
your integrity,
your egocentric voice,
your hate,
fear,
anger,
obsessive-compulsive wealth,
despair,
cynicism,
narcissism,
xenophobia.
Probably they meant only everything good,
all things social,
Beauty fading into inconsequential,
Truth into lack of significant meaning,
Life into absence of future purpose.
I was young and apparently immortal
and could not hear their wiser warning.
Now older,
I find I have little more to add
to health's imperative
standard for resilient Wealth:
much older and more integral,
historically and multiculturally deeper
than money,
or even humanity;
older, even, than verbal communication
about healthy v pathological social-system experience.
So, why isn't this same observation
first on the list of every political party's platform,
every faith community's regenerative mission statement?
If we lose our democratic win/win social health,
we've lost our greatest wealth.
If we optimize
our actively co-invested trust
in global interdependent health,
we regain our most resilient dreams
of cooperatively-owned wealth,
communal peace
served up with personal integrity.
"Make America Great Again"
whether triumphantly declared as "mission accomplished"
or somewhat more humble,
errs in dreaming way too small
When we could more robustly
courageously
compassionately choose
"Make Earth Healthy Again"
Which would, of course,
also make America wealthy
in all the democratic social positives,
and none of the aristocratic anti-social negatives
again?
I guess sometimes healthy restorative justice
is more like exploratory win/win polycultural justice,
more pro-social green peace meadows
than elitist
monocultural
grab and crab grass.
Gaia continues running on a Health Platform,
healthy democracy
for wealthy economy
for healthy ecopolitics
for wealthy democratic energy.
The idea of free markets
as those embedded in democratic transactional service
to a local community
Is as old and conservative
as the idea of health
being embedded in a real
organic economic body
and political mind,
actually communicating
and playing nice
with each other.
The primal goal of old school markets,
in good weather times,
was to grow polycultural health,
investments as rich as diverse nutritional needs
of consuming and producing constituents.
So too, in bad climate times,
a depressed and fading market
was, and is, to survive Lose economic
and Lose environmental EarthTrends,
becoming more monoculturally played out,
exhausted,
Often picking up,
emigrating toward more promising lands
and fresh water,
more breathable air,
healthier opportunities for robust
democratic
fair
transparent
mutually vulnerable
win/win healthy-wealth transactions.
Robust markets are rich in co-passionate exchanges,
a flow between non-violent consumers and producers
rooted in healthy cooperative investments
in
and from
and of nutrition-sharing hearts
and minds
and voices,
thoughts with feelings still attached.
The right to free communicating markets
is a right of democratic access
and an ecological positive corollary right
of equal freedom from investing in poison,
imprisoning the competition,
waging war against those who terrify our megalomania
with their own autonomous hubris,
violent lies
hypocrisy
narcissism
egocentrism
anthropocentrism
xenophobia
patriarchalism
homophobia
win/lose evolutionary competitions,
runaway capital hoarding,
moral bankruptcy,
investment in ego-maniacal agendas,
hate,
elitism,
racism,
autonomous media and market control,
feelings of grandiose entitlement,
Jealous and zealous bad faith
sold out as spiritualized
and denatured
disembodied
unmarketable
unfree BadNews anti-truth.
Meanwhile,
Gaia continues running on a Health Platform,
healthy natural/spiritual democracy
for wealthy secular/sacred economy
for healthy left/right bicameral ecopolitics
for wealthy democratic free-market energy.
Nationalism,
like other faces of narcissism,
multicultural cynicism speaks in ways devoid of integrity,
authenticity,
global transparency,
empathy,
active power and authority of and for,
from and toward, resiliently positive energy,
compassionate wealth of health,
resonant power,
regenerative EarthPassion,
more like internationalism,
like other faces of polycultural embrace
v monoculturism's attacks
Psychological, and yet political,
neurological, and yet also macro-economic,
ecological, but holistically E-CoOperative Networked,
messianic, yet also eco-bodhisattva theocratic,
non-violent commissions
and enthusiastically non-sectarian sacred missions,
universal Yang with unitarian Yin truth with beauty principles,
LeftBrain bipolar, except within RightBrain dipolar, co-passioned,
ZeroSum secular Energy Resilience
winning by also winning ZeroZone Light/Power sacred Source
Healthy paradigmatic systems
re-engaging intuitively wealthy FlowPower,
Here co-arising not not Now, again reiterating
WinWin 4D space within ZeroSum bilateral time-range
Political and economic arts of proportion,
balance,
symmetry,
ego/eco-passion
informed by LeftBrain articulating rational sciences,
deep learning authentic nutritional values
for yang's egalitarian trust-conserving system strengths
with yin's compassionate energy/power,
liberally effluent, yet deductively efficient, resilience
Across full-color living canvases
dynamically revolutionary lyrics
indigenously positive deviant choreography,
Power and energy creation paradigms
multiculturing robust evolutionary health-flow charts
mapping effectively co-operative reverse-hierarchies,
eco-art cooperative therapies for political and economic ego sanctuary,
co-passionate expression
Left with Right,
West with East,
North with South
polypathic multicultural power/energy
feeding ego's Earth CoPassion
Communicating across resonant bilaterals
far more resiliently than mere nationalistic
ballistic narcissism's
short-term
anti-empathic
survival of the not fit-iningest diverse non-violent health strategies,
integrity policies,
non-partisan procedures,
non-sectarian passions.
I once heard,
Hope is what can positively happen
after listening to all the realistic facts
and then continuing in good faith anyway.
I also heard,
Cynicism about others,
like narcissism about oneself,
is sadly generative,
expansively powerful,
contagious
Just as hope about others
and compassion with oneself
are happily generative,
exponentially win/win contagious.
Both negative and positive attitudes are generative,
but hope is cooperatively regenerative
while external cynicism,
like internal narcissism,
like ecopolitical fascism,
is degenerative,
competitively contagious,
inviting a long, slow, painful
lose/lose death.
Cynicism flirts with Lose/Lose outcomes
projections
often escalated by competing
"If you think that's horrible enough,
listen to this terrifying
or merely titillating tale..."
Despite our broken
wounded
depressing cynically competing natures
and narcissistic nurtures
of Business As Usual stories of competing
capital-hoarding ego-centrism,
Active 2020 hope looks for WinLeft/WinRight options,
plans,
eco-operatively reassociating
mutual ego-healing
across all multicultural
and polypathic
non-sectarian
good-faith systems,
cooperatively-owned nutritional networks.
Cynicism projects Earth's LoseLose demise.
Scepticism questions, doubts, humanity's WinLose economy
could ever become a long-term healthy trajectory.
Optimism actively hopes a short-term investment
in egocentric deflation, dis-investment, detachment
will lead to long-term Lose to Win
healthier egocentric evolution
some other climate darkening day.
WinWin optimization
cooperatively goodfaiths (gospels), mentor
models short-term through long-term compassionate ecstasy
restoring peace and holistic justice
Green sanctuary 2020 left/right
yang/yin
universal/unitarian (not fragmentarian) revolutions,
regeneration/degeneration options
every bicameral day
every binomial ego/eco-where
with every one
regathering bilateral interior-beliefs
compassioning exterior-behavior.
Regenerate hope is what happens
after listening to all the RealTalk
co-operating healthy passions
any way
any time
any where
everyday.
May all sacred,
but not quite omnipotent,
fathers learn this day
as we impatiently correct
our stress-disordered sons
That respect is earned,
so maybe disrespect is too
positive and negative layered
for and against authority
for and sometimes restlessly against
repeating Business As Usual
white middle-class dadisms:
You snooze
you lose
May apply to your lethargic
chronically anxious
thuggish
couch-surfing
cannabis-fed son
And yet feels counter-intuitive
for babies
and us great grandads
who need our outside rest
away from commercial
too lit up
and loud
and relentlessly plastic
inhumane degradations
In such a rabidly anxious hurry
to wait for inevitable pandemics
and genocide,
floods
hurricanes
tsunamis
forest fires
drought
dry river beds
famine
insomnia
rabidity
insurance company bankruptcy
government balkanization
supremacist tribalism
Silent self-medicating snoozes
feels like a healthy alternative to:
capitalist narcissism
anthro-supreme monotheism
monoculturing nationalism
painful survivalist isolation
demented diseases
species extinctions
self v other criminalizations
weaponizations
May feel like hoarding safety
for defense-oriented males
on a bad day
in a depressing moment
Become
yackity yack disrespectful
feeling entitled to rightwing exclusively define
"real [unwoke narcissistic] men."
Yet quietly hiding
under these sacredly respected
and secular unrespected unsuspecting layers
of diverse manhood hues and warring cues
lie traumatizing patriarchal cultures.
Capital co-invested resilient climates
prefer cooperatively active integrity
over passive faith-based respect
and dramatically traumatic disrespect
and unenlightened
stress-triggered verbal unrespect
accelerating competitions,
dis-integrity
unhealthy desecrating excommunications.
Consecrating sacred solidarity feelings
learned today
converge synergetic need/want supportive
resonant polyvagal
resilient communication systems
searching for win/win reconnections
Even when sometimes disrespectfully correcting
my pre- and post-traumatic
stress disordered father
son.
LARRY LaVELLE
i call myself the man
it is not a pick-me-upper
it ain't no do-re-me
it is just the way i feel about myself
i call myself the man
one woman still loves me after 30 years of experience in narcissism philosophy
she just shakes her head and smacks me in the back of mine
then she asks me if i want my eggs scrambled with cheese
i just laugh at her and say 'yes mam'
she smiles bashfully as i check her out like we're 16 again
oh she knows it like her favorite classic movie
i will find out how much she knows it later on tonight
the moral of this poem is....i call myself the man....
STUTTERSTEP STEVENSON
i call myself Bountifully Blessed
i was a bully's dream all through school
from the pulling of my permanaps to the sock stolen from my feet....my story was etched in autobiographical filing
my growth became stunted....until you picked me up and dusted me off
through your smile, i was inspired to grow stronger
from there....i was introduced to a New World through your eyes
as a result, i, stutterstep stevenson, was able to find my niche
look at us now....thirteen years of marriage later....you are still causing me to trip all over myself
it still make you giggle in the very same way
even since then, i left the right avenue of stressed
the moral of this poem is....i call myself Bountifully Blessed
POETIC LEFTY
i call myself unconditionally loved
papa strange had a firm hold on me
put blinders on my self esteem yes he did
unbeknownst to me, my usual appearance in constant continuum was looked at as defiance
i can't be me if i can't be myself
how the hell could i exist trying to be like someone else
it has always been comfortable on my street
every now and then some taggers came along and tried to redecorate
however all surfaced on this block was self-cleaning
the same smile was worn on my face when i greeted the roadblock rambler hello
somewhere down the line papa strange moved on to one more vulnerable and gullible
i prayed for that next victim to the Wonderful God Above
though it may not show in my solo forward motion, i am indeed consumed by unconditional love....
( #MEEK )
M - My confidence level is neutral in this dilemma I’m in and pride or arrogance or narcissism isn’t in my stride one bit one way or another — thanks for asking (or not LMFAO) — or abiding by my side, basking in a colliding, chaotic commotion…sorry, Father of fantabulous fearlessness, if I am ever doubtful, fearful, uncertain, confusing poetically or bitter emotionally…I must be meek and not think highly of me foolishly
E - Extremely gifted and skillful child I am (however, according to some others, but most importantly) in God’s eyes; additionally, handsome hurts in my skin (cuz God has given me the good books instead of looks and a rather chubby-skinny body tremendously but more to love I guess LOL)…cuz I’m far from flawless in the outside, but I’m a fruit of fervent faith on the inside…go into my shoes of unique Adrenalin…endure eternally and persistence is key (or lack thereof), oh you so-called empathetic human being…I beg to differ actually TBH…SMH…
E - End endless #haters and begin unconditional #lovers, oh Lord of Accord — that, I can’t deny with a sensitive mind and heart…nor His loving Truth I can’t hide…my compassionate spirits of solace hasn’t dried or hasn’t been torn apart…nor am I living a remarkably substantial lie anymore
K - Kid’s karaoke kite, kayaking the rivers of my soul and my spirit of lows and highs is up there in the air till this day or night or whatever the hell it is (I don’t mind at all honestly…hiking this hill of legendary, heroic, benevolent, noble and honorable bliss)…….(God has heard me completely in my ardent prayers and I will eventually stand tall)…humility, modesty and meekness is far better than despair from within (and clouding my catastrophic captivity of envy in the process of it all) that has died forevermore — give God a call and ask and you will receive and weave radiant, resonating remedies of relief from grief…I must still love my enemies and neighbors to the core…although I cussed them out a trillion times already mentally…kindhearted clearly all the more regardless, though change is a challenging chore — chaos ceases and strife is sifted out entirely…
I stroll through life, a passenger in my own body, without aim or purpose
My feet touch the ground but there’s no feeling, I’m numb to my senses only my consciousness remains
I’m lost on my journey, no path appears before me, though I search tirelessly for the hint of one
Days, months, years roll by and I’m stuck floating through life, annoyingly trapped in tedium
I try to make a choice but there are too my possibilities to select from, worse yet I lack a purpose
No drive, no zeal to push me forward, no waves to ride, so here I reside, wherever here may be
One might think me lucky to have endless possibilities, such capabilities, success assured
But with so many things to do and so little time to do them, I’m struck prioritizing, not doing
Parents often lie to their children saying “you can be whatever you want to be”, but that’s fallacy
You can only be what is within your capabilities, you can only achieve what your intellect will allow
Everyone is, or should be born with limitations, that which cannot be surpassed with effort
But as fate would have it, mine are non-existent, or simply outside the realm of human understanding
My potential, my intellect, has hindered my progress believe it or not, everything is such a bore
What do you do when you have the ability to do anything, yet no interest towards anything?
I try to take a step forward, but yet here I remain, still unfocused, though I lack nothing
A very perplexing and annoying problem, though I’ve from the beginning found the solution
It is quite simple really, so simple in fact that it would be overlooked by most
I will go against the norm, create my own path, and blaze a trail no one can or would think to follow
Instead of doing what I love to earn, I will earn so I can do what interests me, problem solved
Most will not understand or will misunderstand what I mean, but that’s fine
Since this is a problem only I have, arrogant as that may seem, a fact nonetheless
Though I’d prefer if you’d call me a narcissist, narcissism can be sexy after all
No need to take heed or even seek meaning, this is simply the ramblings of a genius