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Come in take a seat
The young man furrowed his brow
I em wait where am I
The older gent motioned to the chair
Please take a seat
As the young man settled into the leather seat, the older filled the glass on the table between them with water
Slightly trembling the young man lifted.the glass and sipped at the water
A loud click as he placed the glass upon the table
His gaze drifting around the sparse room
He looked back to where he had arrived but couldn’t see a door, just another white wall
I a cough as he cleared his throat am Zion
And unfortunately you are dead
The young man blinked twice and a smile morphed erratically upon his face
The older man continued
The young man winced as the image of headlights
speeding towards him which flashed in his head
Frantically throwing his hands over his face
Yes, that happened, Zion.flatly uttered
These are you final moments
You may ask any question
All knowledge accessible
You can fix any regret
Talk to anyone living or dead
Dean my name is Dean -offering his hand in welcome
Is it just Zion like Madonna he smiled
No second names
Zion bemused-No second name
And if it’s not personal can I ask what are you
An angel Dean chuckled
No no nothing like that
I am your sciribe
He continued
Everything existing or not has one
We note everything from your beginning to
well now.
Dean lifting his glass once more to his lips
The clear liquid in his glass now tasted like lemonade his thoughts drifting to a long gone summer sitting with his sister on the newly cut lawn.
That taste you just had-Zion nodded, it’s the same lemonade.
Systemic Strain Part II
Proof that survival is an art outline,
And you paint it daily with any scraps
They embark you.
They monitor your struggles without seen
In the prototype of the broken appliances
Behind it.
The group blame the person
Instead of the patterns.
They call it "Personal "
Responsibility ".
When it's genuinely Systemic Sabatoge.
But you-
You trudge with a spine that recalls everytime
You bent and still didn't quit.
You speak with a voice that carries the
Parroting of every barrier lifted.
And you say it plain, loud enough for the
Block to hear:
This tautness ain't mine
This fault ain't mine
This fight was allotted to me by a system
That never cultivated how to hold its own
Bulk.
I'm not the Crack.
I'm the pressure point.
I'm the vocal cords that named the real culprit
And to carry it's shame declines.
It's not personal, it's business,
says the guy overcharging you.
Knowing you'll begrudgingly pay:
they keep squeezing until you're broke.
You cringe inside each time you hear:
it's not personal, it's business.
And yet, partial payments increase
the amount owed on their ledger.
With no job, you live off food banks
and grift on the street for your rent.
It's not personal, it's business;
doesn't help when your hydro gets cut.
Society's a heartless beast;
that chews up souls and spits them out.
And as life beats you down, you hear
it's not personal, it's business.
at times it seems to be their only ticket out of the hood
young black men with athletic talents that are exceptionally good
be it basketball, football, baseball or any other type of sport
it's their natural athletic ability where they don't seem to fall short
but not all of them are gifted enough to have top-notch grades
they use what they got to lie in the bed of life that they've made
to get out of the projects, beyond the violence and the crime
to rise above their circumstances, away from the troubled and hard times
but the pressure is tremendous and there are only a certain numbers of spots
they will attempt to do anything to rise up to the top
many of them are overwhelmed, many get lost and confused
everybody wants a piece of them, they can't seem to win nor lose
awesome responsibility placed upon their untutored minds
many of them will misstep and get left behind
the prestige and money make a most seductive bait
a number of them will bypass college as they can not afford to wait
organized sports, the fast track to fortune and fame
but all it seems to have done is take the fun out of the game
it's not personal, it's business
and the athletes are just tools
to make money for those in powers
but what about education and school?
to turn pro, to get paid, to have the American dream
organized sports, it's no longer about fun nor about the team
The season person comes around for a time and then has to leave
It’s not personal, so don’t take the absence as something done lightly or with ease
The season person just can’t stay forever, as it is time to sail
Because there are so many people living with anger, agony, sadness and despair
People ask about the season person, to see how they are doing as they rarely ask for help
At times they have a wide variety of skills, you could label as an apprentice or a temp
There to help those whose mind are in critical condition
Often times, put in multiple devastating life-scenarios to relate to the mind to know how it was formed and transitioned
The season person, is not for the faint hearted
As they often revisit what kept them in so much darkness
As they are often pulling others out and learning where it all began, where it all started
Realizing why others became so lost, so confused and so guarded
If they are not careful, their own darkness can latch on to them again, it can swallow them up over and over
Making their life like a pendulum swing motion and remaining alone as they need time to recover
You may never hear from the seasonal person again
As they learn more and experience more, they are forced to level up and energy can become more intense
Believe me when I say they will always care about you
And you will always have a place in their hearts and can always reach out if you are feeling a little blue
When I was young, I wanted to run away to the circus. Then one day I realized the circus was life! Are we not the clown, the strongman, the freak, the daredevil? Is there not personal sorrow and the desperate search for pleasure? The flying trapeze man and woman are in love, and every performance, they risk the breaking of their heart. When one almost falls to their death, the audience cries out, and then claps even louder! The freak show is hidden in the back, though its location is well known to local politicians. Then to play the games on the midway, with its crooked carnies, rigged set ups, and worldly women. The city is 'the big top', its chaotic gyrations and jaded excitements, all part of the show. The grandstands are filled with 'television head' people, buzzing with excitement. See the eye of the tiger, hear the trumpet of that greatest of beasts, cowl at the jungle kings exclamation! Later that night, a young boy lying in bed, wonders if it was just a dream. Then, far off in the distance, a whispering growl was heard!
"My decision
is not any negative reflection
on you.
It's not personal."
This would be a Business School graduate,
meaning, if it is personal,
then it is not political or economic;
so, if it is political and/or economic,
it is not personal.
"It's your decision,
for you to personally
and responsibly make."
This would be a Social Work graduate,
or maybe some variety of therapist,
recognizing that what is personal choice
is also political, empowering or disempowering,
and possibly economic investment or divestment.
What is personal,
like what is political,
is about power
and vested interest
and small ego-staged,
even if short-term.
"Our decisions
about who runs for office,
who votes which way,
who nominates whom and why,
are matters of individual conscience."
If this statement
is made by someone in political office,
who knows?
Maybe s/he gets it
that personal is also political,
that individual organic corporations
are also economic actors and investors,
or not.
So, what do you think?
What is your personal preference?
The Business Party view,
segregating personal faith
from political powers of relationship,
financial influence,
Or the Social Worker model
of power analysis,
individual through global,
competitive through cooperative,
personal through ecopolitical?
I suppose this is at least one reason,
my Republican colleagues,
when I was in a Master of Public Administration (MPA) program,
found the cultural distance
from a Master of Business Administration (MBA) program
subtle
opaque
unclear
ambiguous;
while the Democrats
and Green Party students
found differences between MPA
and MBA cultures
profound,
cooperative v competitive,
looking for Win/Win resonance
as opposed to searching for Win/Lose
ZeroSum endless growth of market share.
If all organic energy systems
are also ecopolitical communicators,
then we all have ecotherapeutic opportunities;
Some great,
some small,
but all one moment,
one message,
one relationship,
one rhetorical non-violent/violent
association/dissociation
at a personal political time.
Systemic Strain, Not Personal Fault
"The walk for help- " I walked miles with
Nothing but courage in my pockets, hoping
The doors ahead still cared ".
" A bank shut its doors on my survival, and
The pavement became my only witness". After
A bank shut its doors on my tomorrow ".
"Need pressed against my ribs while someone
Behind a counter constrained against my dignity ."
I stepped into a room built for mercy, but the air was
Heavy with judgements, eyes measuring my worth
Like I owed them proof of why hunger had followed me in.
They keep telling you
"Hold it together "
Like you ain't already patching cracks
In a world built crooked
You juggle bills,
Appointments,
System that glitch like busted streetlights,
And they still ask
Why you walk like the weight got hands
Around your larynx.
But listen-
This ain't your flaw
This is pressure cooked in premises
You never stepped in,
Policies you never voted for, rules penned
By people who never had to stretch a dollar
Til it yelped.
You ain't the problem.
You're the evidence.
Come join me on my erratic journeys over earth and sea.
I'll take you to nowhere special or, perhaps, a place you want to be.
I'm neither friend nor foe, so you need to know it's not personal at all.
I might appear as a gentle breeze or even a violent squall.
If my presence is not welcome; I do apologize.
Sometimes I get carried away and therein the problem lies.
Heavy-handed or light as air, I touch everything in my path.
At times, I lose my temper and then you feel my wrath.
Depending on my disposition, I've been called by many a name.
I am really just the wind and my nature brings me my fame.
March 24. 2024
My truths about self are important
To me but, can be different from others.
I ‘ve wiped tears from my cheeks from being knocked down.
I’ve told myself, fail I will not; personal honor, self-respect
Is important; I will fiercely fight.
I will not abandon my trust of moral values, personal,
Or political; or harshly criticize and place myself in guilt.
I will abandon ego of self-importance, work on personal growth.
I have a lot of weakness, but accountable.
So, I look for my strength.
Want to be appreciated for contributions and who I am.
Alone in whimpering gloom darkness alone I do not desire.
My truths about self, trust God.
Believe; with Him, I can do all things.