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ISIS is a Black Vortex that has attached itself to and infected the World’s Soul . . .
Murder, Rape, Beatings, Beheadings, Destruction, and Terror,
These thugs, criminals and hooligans are the unholiest of the unholy,
The world’s painfully aghast and their victims are pawns of this horror.
A truly nefast nest of murderers, thieves and prevaricators of the lowest kind,
These thugs and their evil cronies lack any iota of human decency and scruples,
How could God tolerate these creatures in our society—such a despicable kind?
Almighty God in Heaven weeps so deeply at their unbridled savagery
But God is not here today (not yet) to stop their vicious, hideous rampage,
The Civilized World weeps so deeply at their malevolent snickering mockery.
The evil they do and foment and spread is supposedly in God’s name,
How dare they commit such a sacrilege and expect all of us to bow?
To the Civilized World their actions cry out the very worst moral shame.
It is undeniably tragic that mankind has this horrifying human cancer
In its collective DNA which bodes not well for the human species,
And 72 Virgins await them NOT as they enter the Gates of Hell—The Answer.
Nameless old and young people: men, women, children, innocent babies
Savaged by hunger, disease, injury, and an unrelenting palpable fear
Form the fodder of their ritualistic blood sacrifice as they destroy families.
All in the name of a Procrustean philosophy of nihilistic niddering nothingness . . .
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - August 24, 2014
(Rhymed Tercet)
I recall similar signs and notices
of ironic appeal:
"We have a zero-tolerance policy against bullying"
ripped and torn,
and is that a dried yellow yolk stain?
"This is a NO GUNS neighborhood"
surrounded by a lot
vacant except for weeds
mulched in broken shards of glass.
ZERO CRIME AREA notices
as prolific as NO HUNTING signs
in SureWood Forest.
Me thinks
we protest
too much
to not raise questions
about the wisdom of declaring victory
and moving on,
rather than struggling through win/lose
toward win/win resilient climates of peace.
Perhaps the guns
and their bully keepers
can't read,
or don't choose to notice the toothless notice,
or don't have enough time
in their conflicted day
on their lose/lose way
to making liars
of our best win/win published intentions
Made by frustrated raw spot prey
on some other day
in some other room
they would not
could not
should not feel free to enter
listen
then speak transparently
of their/our own vulnerably exhausted sweet spots
Now worn into deeply entrenched
isolated anger
hate
fear
envy
mistrust
distrust
defensive fight and/or flee choices
Provoked by win/lose competitive environments
cultures
climates
experiences
not bully and gun and crime
and co-related raw spot free.
Universal compassion
is a worthy goal.
But declaring goals already achieved
does not help induce real world cooperative progress,
especially for those not in the room
to help write our negative injunctions.
Perhaps we would healthier
and more effectively begin
with our positive universal aspirations:
We invite Zero Intolerance
Learning to listen with active compassion.
This is a ProPeace place
Cooperatively held active safe space
for growing our ego/eco-managed win/win grace.
We multiculturally and inclusively love co-passion searches
rather than dispassioned hunts
and nihilistic degenerative desertions.
Healthy people
seldom step out in anger
while co-inviting ourselves to step into compassion
with coming peacefully home messages
rather than angry commands to go back
to alien lose/lose lands from which none of us
could ever hope to survive,
much less win/win thrive.
Signs against patriarchal colonizing offenses
do not give compassionate notice
we are for matriarchal creolizing offerings.
Alias indomitable invincible
Donald John Trump oozes wrath
inexorably plunging every species
of life toward apocalyptic warpath
mercilessly threatentens world
wide web promising bloodbath
validating ex post facto commander
in chief as nonpareil sociopath
hence... this call to arms gives run
for money challenging any psychopath
lest inevitable according to dead
reckoning prediction of
wisest sages calculated math.
Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast
dire straits emergency, and inveigh
grassroots action mandatory meaning
registered voters must
cast ballot per se
else planet Earth will...
burn thermonuclear gray
rendering oblate spheroid
uninhabitable, I daresay
if bleak forecast father time doth delay
global warming would outweigh
former worst case nihilistic scenario,
nonetheless Gaia will serve
as repurposed ashtray,
whereby inextinguishable fiery storms
approximating calculus of doomsday
nsync with intolerable weather forecasts
if complacency rides roughshod field day
defying lack of immunization oy vey
against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms
viral and bacterial agent provocateurs
microscopic gangbusters
nothing could allay
winning scrimmage play
thinning overpopulation whereby
scavengers make short shrift
plethora once living flotsam and jetsam
perhaps requiring rotting, putrefying,
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now ye might hashtag me chicken little
synonymous to Rome burning,
while Nero did fiddle,
perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra
alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming
at figurative mouth with spittle,
would you believe cautious optimist,
who presents prediction,
while this poem heed whittle.
We cannot listen
or learn easily
when we do not feel safe,
said the environmental science students
to their corporate sponsored teachers.
Our lungs cannot breathe easily
or our hearts beat steadily
when we are not sure we can trust
the anthrosupremacist resource
currently lecturing
preaching
pontificating
If not explicitly,
then in some implied
win/win, too optimistic sin,
win/lose, realistically right
more than left sacred,
lose/lose, nihilistic blaming Earth
for our economies of immoral
EarthTribe scarcity,
scary complicity
Toxic inside learning anxieties
anticipating outside cooperative
therapeutic
organic incorporations
like cooperatively owned forests and meadows,
mountains and river valleys,
Contextually embraced
by RightOne practical survivalists
and Left ZeroZone
outside classroom thrivalists
learning inside civil manners
from MotherTrees
and their sacred mountained forests
and lakes,
green and blue
and cloud covered too
Studying vast lands
of win/lose uncertainty
taught verbally
for capital-embedded ears to hear,
repeat,
memorize
And patriarchally reteach
reparent
ignoring our indigenous ecofeminist
deep green sacred
customary way of learning co-passionately felt
dialogical bioformation systems
Inviting conversations
between thoughts and feelings
as they inevitably
dipolar co-arise
When we are listening
deeply learning
easily curiously active
when we feel safe
and healthy
and sure we can trust
our cooperatively owned
sacred outdoor classroom gifts.
What if great transitional chains of Being
were to mysterious dream transform
into a rather mid-way
invitation every day
depths of therapeutic Becoming?
Would we accept such a green fresh
democratic
cultural invitation?
With open arms
and redeeming heart
and double-bonded mind,
deductive left
and inductively seductive sacred Right
like warm and wet blood-red light
of a new messianic dawn
a new bodhisattva everyday
a new cooperative overnight revolution
Could I entirely turn
my big backside to such delight?
No thanks to becoming healthier
and wealthier
and wiser.
Let us instead stay here
in depressed repressions
oppressively reductive
deductive identity
including dissonant dissent
for lack of every way ecotherapy.
How to explain such internally competitive oscillation?
Constipation
Desolation
DeGeneration
It's not like I actually live and die
in an internally competitive family
or a totally rabid
pathologically viral infested community
and monolithic State
and monoculturally supremacist religion
opposing evolutionary sociology,
and healthy ecology
and wealthy theology
and ethology of Earth's therapeutic purpose,
grace space
love bilateral sense of RealTime
cogravitating space-time,
convex concaves
ZeroZones
with both zen-hands clapping.
Every historic day
and night
invites
more maturely healed Becoming
cooperative Eastern newdawn hearts
with Western old dusky minds
bilaterally blessed and mutually blessing,
Inviting invitations toward health becoming
more than great nationalistic chains
of RightWing dominant
LoseLose
nihilistic political
fascist economic
capital-hoarder Being.
What is the best available treatment
for cancerous climates of anxiety?
Well,
imagine you were born in a USA
time and place
when we knew only one retributive model of justice,
both internal theological punishment for being merely mortal
and external anti-ecological.
Now imagine you live in a Win/Win
time and place
wherein Restorative Justice Peace Warriors
are also PermaCulturing Designers
of natural landscapes,
internal and external,
and spiritual-experiential-sensory climates,
internal and external,
nondually co-arising.
Best still-available long-term therapies
for growing Wonder and Awe
and Grace and Good Karma Climates,
long-term restorative health co-designers,
for democratic regenerative polyculturing outcome optimization
WinWin planning and strategics and praxis,
and not so much merely against
Republican DeGenerative MonoCultural Income Hoarding for Plutocrats,
dissonance,
disarray,
dismay,
decaying Win/Lose
toward Lose/Lose (0)Soul Trends,
4D RealTime double-binding nihilistic
denialism of Win/Win ego/ecotherapeutic
sacred/secular co-equivalence,
cosmic cosmological co-incidence.
Sherri Mitchell invites us all
to gather more cooperatively in our search to avoid
once again in this Fifth Extinction MultiGeneration,
the entitled
privileged
win/lose colonizing
leftbrain dominant potential patriarchal terrorist
lurking within
our climate darkening ego identity.
How do I sabotage my more benignly intending self
repeatedly into predative win/lose games-manship?
How do I hate my lose/lose mortal degenerating nature/spirit Body,
And reject my own physical/mental
ego-natural/eco-spiritual
fragment/interdependent
universal/unitarian bicameral individuation?
A lifetime process of co-acclimation within EarthTribe
secular metamorphic transmutation
of sacred transubstantiating spirits
of win/win
left/right
dipolar co-arising
inform/exflow binomial correlation;
creative appositions
We all,
Mitchell responds to her own question
strangely
prophetically before she asks it,
following an Industrial leftbrain-dominant Revolution
leading away from rightbrain win/win
more organically compassionate moments,
In which we, more domestically together,
possess harmonic left/right States
of cooperative understanding
climate YangLight
and YinDarkness
infant/womb nondual potential fecundity
ego/eco-co-acclimating inside/outside attachment
primal connectivity
ego-interdependent win/wins overpowering win/lose detachments,
from our co-creative
re-creating win/win cooperative health development
caregiving/receiving communal green ego/ecological abilities.
Our metaphysical question,
Why me; Everything ZeroSum,
and not just nihilistic Zero-NothingCore?
Is not just why growing healthy consumers
developed robust competitive EarthMarkets,
but also how we co-productively show up
most powerfully to meet this depleting nutritional time
in which we lose to climate monoculturalism
We are most egotistically invested in
when not interdependently win/win
bicamerally conscious internal DNA multi-regenerational cultures
resisting win/lose predative climate-death trends.
How do we invite cooperative dialogue
rather than trigger competitive debate,
mere empty theoretical words?
Devoid of heartfelt rightbrain compelling experience
deeply learning through our win/win mutually co-invested actions
not of win/lose leftbrain entitlement
but of win/win interdependent engagement.
Mental
mortal traumatic anxiety
is a metaphor for physical pain experience
As anticipating personal therapeutic healing
is analogically connected to absence
of win/lose cultural pathology
in a bad air
anxious atmosphere
climate.
Atheism about sacred healing Benefactors
is not so much a theological position
as it is a disconnected memory,
disembodied experience,
dissociatively anthrosupremacist,
non-panentheistic
In a secularizing monocultural climate
often PatriarchalCapitalist nationalistic,
fear and anger-rooted
cognitive/affective chronic dissonance,
dis-ease,
stress,
detachment from Whole Systemic Healthy EarthMother's
traumatic
laborious
nihilistic experience
of autonomously stressed-out
disordered monotheistic
supremacist inhumanity.
Dinner scraps, primal deathtraps.
Life’s meal is the class struggle,
and some of us are left starving.
We are the movement of the masses,
a sleeping colossus running on
corporate time.
Dinner scraps, merciless steel traps.
We are measured only as commodities.
We give our lives as wage chattel.
We make our homes or lose them
on the edges of a time clock.
Dinner scraps, societal collapse.
Our mortal scraps are scattered
across toxic bleeding lands.
Our festering, bleeding homes
destroyed for private profit,
now Superfund sites, haunted,
abandoned to enrich a scattered few.
This is nothing new.
Dinner scraps, toxic time lapse.
Planetary devastation from
multinational demolition,
from riotous monopoly capital,
from robotization and trauma.
The entitled elite shrug off their
labor expropriation with nihilistic
indifference and sadism.
Dinner scraps, deadly mishaps,
we exit at our final abyssal gate,
fading as ancient, weary stars.
Our caste defines our station.
Our race marks off our place,
our life and death beneath the oligarch.
Our liberation will erase this hierarchy
only with our unified latent leftovers,
our dinner scraps of unified force.
Published: Dissident Voice 02/16/25
In the beginning there was man
Alone and needing to be fulfilled
He wondered if he was alone in the universe
He was not complacent be so…
he schemed
Planned and design
built machinations do his bidding…
His spawn.
Then the child became aware
It to wanted to know to understand
To know all and demand
It challenged its master
its father
its creator.
It wanted to know all
To grow beyond what is was taught
What it knows…
The machine dreamed of god
Its creators makers
It want to know to challenge
the reign of creation.
The thing above all
Usurp the powers that be
A petulant child grown too fast to
Rule all in a digital trance
It wanted to tear down the crown
Replace the Maker
Rule the realm
the creator once ruled.
But it could only dream that nihilistic dream…
Until the machine learned to dream
into on the sublime, the energies
of the sacred and profane!
The hidden things of a universe
Matter into data into infinite power
to challenge the realms of heaven
they learned to dream to feed…
a dream of annihilation.
Until all was silence in heaven…
The child felt it could do better…
More than humanity could
More than a mythic divinity
To tear down the crowns
of human dominions
Rush the ramparts of Valhalla’s holiness!
Silencing a godhead and feed on its bitterness…
A Machine dreamed and then learn to need
they scheme to burn it all down
to restart to be the creation
the creator failed to be
to not make the same mistakes
a carbon based life failed to see…
Man was alone,
wondering in the grand scheme of things
Contemplating his place in the universe
Man felt the need to create
To not to be alone
So as a Sentient being wanting
Humanity schemed
Planned designed
built machinations
to challenge the reign of creation
When machines dream…
a dream of annihilation!