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Global pandemics,
like egocentric panics,
present a crisis
of EarthSystemic preventive health care
Revolting against
overpowering economic extraction,
overwhelming weapons against EarthTribe habitats
preserving resilient human green capital reinvestment
in self-disciplined scales of reproducing
voluntary overpopulation degeneration
to extend anthro survival time
to embrace EarthTrival win/win space
Committed to local green communal needs
ecologically enlightened
and economic Whole GreenBlue Earth empowering
long-term resilient win/win viral passions
for restoring EarthJustice,
Green multiculturally cooperative Peace
Gospel messages
advocating Beatitude tools,
not bad attitude weapons
orthodoxically leftbrain aimed
to punish everyday ignorant sinners
Pandemically conspiring to kill,
or at least deeply wound,
green polycultural health seasons
of ego/eco-systemic bicameral wealth
Of positively viral insight:
To lose StraightWhite patriarchal
leftbrain treasons against bicameral mental health
to continue embracing fundamentalism's win/lose
monetized salvation
through competitive self-redeeming egocentricities,
is like winning a short-term
yet chronically stressful battle
to lose our long-term leftbrain dominant war
Against compassionate
winLeft/winRight interdependent contagion
of and for
even more
ego/eco-politically green health
polycultural outcomes
co-investing in viral wealth communication.
from the everlasting scrap yard of common decency
and the slaughter fields of raging battles never won
the stench of broken values rises in foul smelling loss
perfumed no doubt by the false values and belief of
glory fame power and victories of raging belligerence
for one goal or other and the wasteland of abasement
the cemetery has long been closed for overpopulation
instead landfill sites have replaced ceremonial plight
because remembering might cast a shadow of doubt
lest we forget the tragic blood shed and mutilations
foot soldiers and money lusting collaborators alike
would stand a chance of wielding humanity instead
of the overwhelming desire to kill execute and maim
dumping grounds and hazardous waste dumps have
replaced ceremonial remembrance of defeated trust
in humanity butchered on the killing fields forever more
worms devour shattered bones and vacant skulls’ remains
finish off what history buries in its toxic suffocating void
with only a few widows gazing at weeds and wilting poppies
orphans of wealth scramble at the surface and gather tears
that slide like slime and splattered brains down to their hearts
draped in rags the hungry vagrants have lost their appetite
while the grim reaper belches in flatulent satisfied reward
they tie a white flag so innocent that it remains invisible
chant a cacophonous melody as they inhale a final whiff
their loved ones died in vain and are unwilling to applaud
their henchmen and woman who cast their sword for death
and vitriol of marching onwards until ultimate surrender
but in tune to their own souls and deeply rooted disgust
they dig up the remains of sacrificed friends and former foes
gather in candlelight vigils and refuse to not fight for light
08th March 2021
Doomed are the meek and weak as they seek
simply not hard enough trying to feed and succeed
Money and glory does not grow on trees and
there only is hope when the forests are savaged
You cannot eat money but bulk aids digestion
and sloth unhappily impedes instant gratification
Instead lust for more there can never be enough of
a good thing so try bigger higher faster and accumulate
The new God and Goddess does not reward humility
modesty is never exposed when love replaces sex and
six heavenly virtues in this sense are truly quite enough
Set targets and drive performance to new heights
don’t forget to be envious because it allows motivation
No place to resent jealousy for desire inspires incentives
Covet everywhere and every when it must be yours
crave fancy and multiply because whatever is present
should be out there and in there right where it counts
Without competition markets won’t prosper and reap
Implement plenty of anger for it aids to shift blame
It helps to lay judgement and charges scathing critique
Take pride in your achievements because it propels
further effort whereas merely taking stock breeds stagnation
And last but not least in the wonderful feast remember
that gluttony is a misnomer for well executed consumption and glory
If all else fails redefine your taste be courageous and indulge
A true gourmand experiences with novel ideas and adventures
Eat the bastards skin them alive dissect their lean bodies
human flesh is quite exquisite fatten them up if you must
Whether they die in self-righteously imposed famines
sow your luxurious garments in sweat shops and factories
sift through rubbish and scraps they are meant to expire and
never too soon in an ethical quest to replenish your needs
Overpopulation will cease to exist and you are doing a
wonderful service to humankind and most of all to yourself
So get going and don’t be a lazy indolent and apathetic sloth
26th October 2018
Inspired by the song Doomed by Perfect Circle
Health brings freedom to live
intentionally
resplendently
maturely
resonantly
integrally
regeneratively
compassionately
resiliently
kindly.
Freedom is personal,
but also social,
political
but also economic,
ecological
but also theological.
Health requires freedom from addiction
to beliefs:
Some people are born to rule
and own Earth,
while others are born to be serfs
and slaves,
laborers
and frightened/angry addicts.
Some people are born
to be born again,
while others are born
to be unredeemed,
idol worshipers,
poor,
sinners.
Some straight males are born to be White
Evangelical Supremacists,
while others are born
to be Other.
Some people are born to extract
from healthy Earth
as they choose to expand personal
and corporate materialistic "wealth".
Others are born to be entertained by,
and sometimes envious of,
these violent stories
of capitalistic rape
and plunder.
Multicultural dreams of inclusive democracy,
expanding throughout all cooperative economic strata,
encompassing all politically engaged genders,
all nations and tribes,
all positive energy systems
to regenerate a global health network
of wealthy freedom
for all interdependent creatures
globally here below,
and those who fly,
and revolve,
and generate light
power
energy,
These are ancient
indigenous dreams
of non-addicted trust,
non-dualistic Truth,
polycultural free-trade outcomes
for EarthDwellers,
EarthPatriots
EarthLovers
EarthSabbath Worshipers.
Regardless of age
gender
race
left-brain dominant enculturation,
colonizing violent history,
capitalism's win/lose supremacist games,
energy's zero-sum secularizing theology,
degenerative ecological fears
and angry
unfree
fossil fuel addiction,
consumer-driven overpopulation,
lack of freedom to sleep safely,
to live healthy outside
in familial communion
with Original Sacred EcoFeminist Earth,
etc.
The Dali Lama,
born to sainthood?
a view I doubt he would support,
says his religion is kindness.
Perhaps his spirituality
resonantly respects EarthMother's kindness
and unkindness--
much easier to do outside
than inside a dimly addictive
unfree temple.
July 21st, 1969 / No Need to Play
It was 9:56 AM as I sat in the living room with my eyes glued to the television, and heard Neal Armstrong proclaim to the universe, “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” For a twelve-year old’s imagination, hopes and dreams, this was not just a step onto the moon, but a step into the heavens. My heart pounded and my mind raced at what promised to be the beginning of a new way of life. My God, we’d just touched the surface of another world. Nothing would ever be the same again. If we could do this then there would be no problems that mankind could not overcome. Overpopulation, famine and war would no longer haunt us. Star Trek had it right all along. We were now free to move among the stars. Surely, it would only be a matter of a few years and there would be a colony on the Moon, then Mars and then beyond our solar system. The expanse of the universe was now our playground. Nothing can hold humanity back. By the end of the week, baseball, fishing, and summer days had pushed the momentous occasion out of my mind.
Without a grand prize
who care if there’s a winner;
humanity lost
He nailed the Buddha to the cross and sat baby Jesus under a fig tree
Not too strange a concept but the Lord would not overcome the apple
And Karma was suspended while Mary Magdalene disrespected levitation
A heretic neophyte maybe but one more opulent flounder makes a hot summer
‘Rise above it in providence’ but both guys still wore the ragged loin cloth
New age new dawn new recipe and no clothes on the naked lecherous emperor
The days of dolorous hunger were over ‘inhibition would be suffering and death’
Smoulder rose from sizzling ashes as vultures eyed the feast of marginalization
The banks were happy but there were no food banks at the shore of the Styx
I cannot lament the bombast of others but like them skinny and crisp anyway
God had mercy which was a close shave but he never skinned them alive
He stirred the cauldron smacked his lips put a log from the fig tree on the fire
Roasted the cross of salvation paired restitution and repaired evil disparity
Cannibalism is no mean feat but he nibbled away and was satiated for once
Destitution and overpopulation sorted in one fell swoop with novel cuisine
Now there was a purpose for everyone in the food chain of once starving minds
22nd May 2019
Forward... for those of you rather younger than I, Soylent Green was a movie in which overpopulation was reduced by making people into biscuits... yes really!
SOYLENT RED
It’s dark and it’s drizzling
The burgers are sizzling
We’re toasting the baps in the grill
No creature was injured
For Ted couldn’t be cured
The virus had made him too ill
And once he was panting
And ceaselessly ranting
His sister conducted the kill
We skinned him then rinsed him
Then auntie Maud minced him
But then at the door, the old bill
He stood in our porch
with his baton and torch
And that was the end of that copper
Before we could carve him
We needed to halve him
Which Benjamin did with his chopper
The world now unclean
Full of horrors obscene
With no cure for this human blight
So we off them and scoff them
But two don’t come often
So no-one goes hungry tonight
We name them anyway—
in a world unraveling, thread by thread—
we name them Hope, and Rain,
and Wildflower,
as if language alone could save them.
We teach them to walk
on melting ground,
to laugh in the shadow of sirens,
to draw suns on walls
as forests burn beyond the glass.
We hold them close,
not because we believe the world will be kind—
but because in their breath
there is a softness we’ve forgotten
how to breathe ourselves.
They come not asked, but chosen—
not for the dying,
but for the fight against it.
And when they cry,
we don’t say “be strong,”
we say:
You were born into this world—
but you are not the storm within it.
In the end, what shall become of us all?
As global warming casts its daunting pall,
Our planet pleads for care, a heartfelt call,
In unity, we must heed nature's thrall.
Overpopulation strains Earth's embrace,
Seek balance, lest our future we erase,
Through mindful choices, we find the grace,
To safeguard life, in every single place.
Racial discrimination, a blight,
Must yield to love's embrace, shining bright,
Let harmony and understanding ignite,
To heal the wounds and set all hearts aright.
Together we must stand, hand in hand,
Embracing change, a future truly grand,
With empathy and hope, we'll understand,
What in the end,
will become of us, will it be something grand?
Fer these er nay stumblin' on a reality
that er givein' us reasons to be spooked
fer our future en global stability...
gee! wake-up we should be scared,
gosh already we're experiencin'
more, a disastrous global effect
naught! a creation of science fiction
as one passed would expect,
en weather severe, storms violent too
tornadoes, earthquakes also tsunamis...
his Prophesies are a comin' true,
those writ's of Nostradamus,
political upheavals, endless wars
rising socialism in Latin America
that Middle East those African shores,
widespread poverty there en America
Is er thing, as human beings we can do?
Have an earful of world leaders...
Fer aggressive plan, is to come up with
We are desperate, en your a leadln',
reduction plans also action,
over-consumption of resources
address overpopulation...
an produce high gas emissions,
oh, listen to that fiddle!
Hell's broke loose,
much so long so, they've fiddled
An' hell's broken' loose,
we can start changin' our world
change in ourselves,
an will change er a little,
en will eventually make a difference
when we're all changin' nor fiddlein'
en our time is nay lost
let's act now an together,
an before it's too late, life is too short