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When I feel compassion
with my positive needs
for love
health
trust
safety,
When I feel compassion
for my fears
wounds
negative fortress wants
to overpower perceived threats
against my egocentric compromises
with ruthless capitalism,
soulless patriarchalism,
strategic genocide,
extractive ecocide,
smug and heartless anthrosupremacy,
aggressively diseased LeftBrain dominance
inside my ruminating self
as schizophrenically viral
outside Those Evil People
voices
without kind choices,
When I feel compassion
with my healthy integral potential
and for my pathological capacity
to do more harm
to further wound EarthTribal consciousness
to militarize my fearmongering
and anger repressing words,
When I feel compassion
as the guy who loves listening
to friends and family, and even foes
excited about our multigenerational attachments
to multicolored
and fabulously gay designed
exotically sexy fragrant flowers
Is also the coempathizing guy
who shares DNA
and bicameral neurosystemic flow structures
with Vladimir Putin
and those who voted for him,
with Adolph Hitler
and those who voted for him,
Donald Trump
and those who voted for him,
Mitch McConnell
and those who voted for his Straight Corporate Man Party,
and possibly even Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene,
and those Georgians who voted for her
bad blond self-image
Which is decidedly not Green
in any feminist compassionate
organically cooperative
and co-empathically engaged way
and means to truth
and healthy resilient life
Maybe,
as I have sometimes whispered,
not-green Greene is a toxic infestment
machine
planted by an alien aryan planet
When I feel compassion
what do I need?
want?
crave?
CoEmpathic cooperation
and healthy co-investment,
experiences of win/win strategic game playing,
celebrating our resonant
positive
social neurological systems
for restorative health
for cooperative
long-term
EarthTribe safety.
When I feel compassion
for my engaged side
AND my dark and ominous potential
to fail in my own indigenous
humane
natural/spiritual development potential,
Then I can at least laugh
with my own creative conspiracy theories
and against my own tragic Earth-degenerative
Mutually Assured Destruction,
MADness that might take out humanity
Or,
even worse,
eradicate Earth's wild
and domesticated flowers.
Cooperative kindness to others
is a fake kindness
if this liberating word or freeing action
compromises your own integrity,
which is disintegrating thereby,
an unkindness
to your own healthy Ego with Other relationship.
WinLose compromising kindness toward all Others
is not a healthy bicameral kindness
because such white lie words and actions
compromise Earth's WinWin wealth
of sacred integrity.
Left v Right Brain disintegrity of words and actions
pathological, not even LeftBrain rational,
within my own Ego/Eco bilateral
Inside/Outside healthy integrity.
My sensory-neural map
of and for cooperative kindness
is not necessarily your organic farm integrity territory,
spanning LoseLose past Here
toward WinWin future RightBrain optimization Now,
by reducing Right ecoconsciousness
Of each ego deducting form
faking induced co-empathic kindness
that would overpower shame's blaming feelings.
LeftBrain verbal secular kind consciousness for Trust
in co-tensioned presence
with RightBrain sacred copresent nonverbal awareness.
Our ecologically nutritional systems
organically digest/eliminate
Whole Open climate systemic stories
are also our humane WinWin
theological metaphysical natures
favoring healthy historic-sacred
WinWin Grace
over LoseLose DeGeneration
anti-development of health-wealth
deep learning kind integrity narratives
And ecometrically Positive Polynomials
equivalently contrasted against Not(Not PolyPhonic)
Zero Kindness Zones
WinYang = Win YinYin
bilateral
binomial
bicameral EgoSelf/Other ZeroSoul consciousness,
co-empathic + = double negative,
as light = dualdark cosmology,
nurturing resonantly resilient non-violence.
A secular LoseLose map
is not the sacred WinWin kind custodial territory.
WinLose capitalist patriarchal media
are not our WinWin bicamerally cooperative
health/wealth message.
The dance is not the nonverbal kindness song,
Our song unseen
unheard
disintegrating
without our health-advocating
rain-kind grace dance.
Conflict is not my cooperative FireCircle outcome,
and cooperatives cannot be consensus born
without conflict,
as atheist LoseLose theoreticians
cannot emerge
without prior ecotheistic WinWin
nutritional-matriarchal experience
of Truth/Beauty ZeroZone kindness.
A hunter boy born to God fearing parents
Was taught from his very early childhood;
Failure to attend church on Sundays needed penitence
As it was an act of defying God and dishonoring His parenthood
The boy faithfully took the advice to his heart
But his fad for hunting was too irresistible to put away
Brazenly, he skipped church on one Sabbath day
And roamed through the jungle looking for a prey
Like one on a treasure hunt, excited and gay
He dreamed of hunting down a bird or beast with his dart
In wild enthusiasm, he clambered up every hill ad vale
Exploring every cranny through bush and brake
As he turned to a dark corner, following a trail
There stood a lion and no doubt, his valor did shake
He started shaking and shivering in great fright
On an impulse, the boy turned backwards to run
Alas, he slipped off and rolled down the peak
With the beast chasing him in hot pursuit, like a demon
Crashing on a boulder, his ribs broke with a creak
With dizziness, he knew, he would collapse straight
Unable to run or even move, he writhed in pain.
Trembling from the crown of his head,
To the soles of his feet, as the lion closed in
He realized with a shock, he would soon be dead
And knew his disobedience was the sole cause for his fate
In great desperation, he cried out with all his heart
“Lord, I am so sorry for my willful omission
Please forgive me and save me from being torn apart
Make this lion a good Christian with all compassion”
And rid me safe from this miserable state
Lo, the clouds parted in the heavens with a creak
And a beam of light shone down on the aggressor
The lion skidded to a halt and suddenly turning back
Fell on its knees and clasped its paws together
As if it was full of contrition for its wicked act
In thankfulness, like a good Christian of benevolence
The lion drew the sign of the cross for God’s grace to overpower
And recited in a tone of great reverence and forbearance
“Father in Heaven, bless this food that I am about to devour!”
Before it sprang, through some strange providence, the boy escaped intact
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April.8.2022
Tall Tales.2. Poetry Contest
ababc, dedec…. Tail rhymed tall tale
Sponsor- Jeff Kyser
Disregarding the familiar closed habits and
Washed into mind by morning’s arrival so quietly, then raging
Questions of this new intoxicating radiance in her garden
Spiraling in this foreign, brilliant white illumination, unfamiliar and exhilarating
Momentarily unconcerned by it
Questions will not be put aside today, cannot be covered, or oppressed
Disregarding the familiar closed habits
Driving her thought, separate from rational reflection
The recollection of the moments when reason, judgment and deliberation were
Left behind for moments of serenity in the brilliance of him, a tourist
Falling into this sway, this swell of movement driven, driving
Exploring the significance of this circumstance and touching it, grapsing it at times
Disregarding the familiar closed habits
Senses recalling the sights, smells and the contact, I let her take pleasure in it
No curtain over it, allowing it to silently overpower her
The moments over time, building into a narrative, quietly, softly
Carefully treading in this, with feet bare, footprints almost unseen on undisturbed soil
Again and again sharing seconds of humanity wrapped in familiarity and fear
Disregarding the familiar closed habits
In time, minutes and hours shared laying in the pools of temporary light he brings
Her tourist helping with comprehension, guiding when asked
Willing to share his own translation, the peaceful philosophy reaching her
Imparting and changing perspective, changing the gardener’s promise
His careful liberating freedoms, tolerating exploration, she welcomes him
Disregarding the familiar closed habits
Let go, uncommon precious beliefs, thoughts, gifts, pristine and unspoiled
Reason becomes need, granting the tourist passage into this glassed-in garden
Feels his breeze, his warmth, the depth of him, his movement, she smiles
There is no other place so reverent, so warm, and kind, built for him
Uncommon, imagining the tourist has never, will never be so adored, so treasured as here
If he knew. She laughs, and then
Regarding the familiar closed habits
Recognizes that gardens are most common, shared with ease and naturally for most
Nothing remarkable of hers but its solitary audience being
Unaware of his own presence there
Poems
Healing hands
Life can be rough and you try to be tough but how can you when you don’t feel like your enough
You wonder why you are still here wouldn’t it just be easier to disappear
You question if you should just walk away after all you already halfway
He begs me to stay saying today is not my day and this is not the way
So I try to lift up that frown but I just want to drown as I know I have let you down
I don’t want to think so I pick up that bottle and start to have a drink but maybe I should see a shrink as my mind starts to sink
I look in the mirror and I am left with so much disgust and people say all you got to do is readjust
Don’t they know i have been misused and abused
Why can’t they see that I am left all bruised which leaves my mind so confused
Every hour this world wants to devour my soul but I try to not let it overpower
Life can feel like quick sand and you wonder how much more you can withstand but then you hear his command and know he understands.
When it feels like your falling apart and just wanna depart but he tells me that he can give my heart a jumpstart so everything can just restart
Now I have a feeling and I am down kneeling hoping there is something more appealing as I really need a healing
Life can cause you to drift which leaves you wanting a lift but then you remember gods gift
His love fits on my hand like a glove and all I got to do is look above
God can be our guide and he always provides even when we hide he will never leave our side
His power can make us blossom like a flower
God is always just and in him we can trust
He gives us insight so that we can keep our light and help us to keep the fight despite at times just feeling alright we can still have so much delight as he makes everything so bright
You never have to fear as god always hears our prayers and remember he counts the hairs just because he cares
Before you I couldn’t cope I just was slipping on a slope but you gave me the rope and now I have hope
When you can’t deal it’s hard to hold back the feels so you just conceal so you don’t have to keep it real but you forget that god reveals but also that he heals.
The duality of a man?
the inner beast of the outer man,
aeons ago were quite unplanned,
the spirit surfer entered a beast,
took control and enjoyed the feast,
when it killed some beast of prey,
many friends of the surfer type,
enraptured with their planet flights ,
by thought they travelled through,
in an instant they were due,
on Mars they'd spend a night,
doing things that spirits do,
taking over bodies, right,
spring into a body a Mastadon ,
to hump a female or fight was wrong?
To alter the path of the beast they drew,
Alligator or Kangaroo,
possession, was too strong?
On Earth they entered many beasts,
some with feathers, with tails, 4 feet,
stayed till it died at least,
and changed it's evelution,
though alters matter see it change,
the picture in you brain arrange,
the power of thought,
escapes the few,
old ways were, of this they knew,
creation this was brought,
a doubt will get you ought,
the narrow minded too,:}
the animal host has the instinct to kill,
anger bypasses, the spirit chilled,
blood and guts sumarrily spilled,
beast reflex is in action,
no spirit satisfaction,
this horror it aint willed,
the duality of a man?
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77BDitquiZU
Read Edgar Cayce on the origins of man…
Possibly it explains why man is a predator, a murderer.
Given his animal body inhabitedv by a dubious controller spirit form,
Which is stronger during anger or passion, spirit or beast???
Re: The Spirit Animal combination.
The predator animal some humans descend from in the body type will kill in passion or anger or for fun?
The spirit in the body tries to stop this happening as it the spirit knows it will have to return to a lower worse level in little Hell Earth, to suffer for the spirit weakness in controlling the animal lust in the adopted beast, man. So the strong moral spirit subjugates the
normal tempered beast with some difficulty, but the caged beast waits to pounce on its prey.
Hence a possible murderer waits his chance to overpower the weakling spirit, to do his instinct thing of the animal world quite naturally?
Don Johnson
A Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
came in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
White
EcoFeminist way
He seems to want to stay,
to overpower my say
and will to sing
our musing pray
Because...
why?
I wonder what he feels
about me,
us,
about his own deep harmonic longing
to listen for our sung together feelings
Music therapy
composed of what we economically
and politically Trust,
wanting mutual
and actively co-invested
full singing circle harmonic Wins right now
to Win more easily tomorrow's healthing way
And what might this PatriCapitalist feel
he does not want?
Perhaps less Win/Lose
ZeroSum individualized power and light assumptions
actively distrusted
settling for more traumatic apartheid,
denial of interdependently woven relationship,
nature v spirit non-indigenous dualism
divorced from my own prehistoric felt experience
longing to avoid further ***** nihilistic Lose/Lose
trauma
decay
pain
loss
degeneration.
Am I distracting
dissonant
too RightBrain gooey
for serious performance competition
with Your church choir's
true blue bought and sold
commodified liturgical purpose?
To put on a good LeftBrain entertaining show
Rituals about cooperatively enjoying
our win/win WholeEarth health-care receiving
and resilient wealth-care giving
by conducting bicamerally harmonic potential
For healthier democracies,
more cooperatively owned EarthPartnership,
more inclusive multicultural polypaths
for universally unitarian polyphonic
constellations of integral systemic Voice
Yang yintegrally
WuWei
less Western sociopathic trauma
best forgiven through compassionate
indigenously polycultural
wellness sung and danced
Win health Voices
to Win resilient wealth Choices
for green ego/ecosystemic leadership
Con-celebrating BlueSky/GreenEarth
light and power felt
warm harmonic need
for more and better
inter-religious
intersectional
interdependently reweaving
healthy democratic communion
Which is what I need
and want to say
about how I seem to feel
when a Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
comes in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
Gospel
EcoFeminist way.
(Poem Serial) Legend Of The Black Dove -2
"The Golden Coach"
As the water rises inside the Black Dove's coffin, he comes around and
Smashes the timber apart with his bare fists, his aquired powers saved
His life again. Realising he seems to have unlimited abilities, as
His jacket is totally drenched with water, he quickly climbs out of the
Well and tries to find his horse Warrior. Noticing him grazing in the
Paddock, he quickly mounts the horse and rides off like the wind. He heads
For Dover where his friend Rex Murphy is staying. Murphy is one of
The King's guards who is loyal to the Norrington Family, the Dove now
Changes back into, John Norrington. He finds out that the Golden Coach
Will be taking a shipment of gold bullion to the royal mint in Cornwall.
He realises he will have to follow the Golden Coach at a distance to keep
From being spotted by the military escort. The coach leaves on schedule
As the three guards accompany the coach, Rex is driving the coach along
The infamous Dover road. He is unaware the Black Dove is following a
Distance behind. some distance away Jack Wild's outlaw gang laying in wait
Amongst rocks ready to ambush the guards and steal the gold.
Jack Wild gives his men the order to shoot. The guards dismount, one
Of them is shot dead while the other two are badly hurt. Jack Wild asked the
Driver to step down off the coach. Murphy is outnumbered, so he follows
The outlaw's instructions. He is about to be shot when the Dove is sighted
By the outlaws. Rex runs and takes cover behind a rock, while the Dove
Chases the outlaws. Gunshots ring out. As the horses harnessed to the coach
Bolt off pulling the coach without a driver. The dove takes down three
Of the outlaws. As they slowly overpower him the runaway horses are
Getting closer to the men. The Black Dove is thrown under the hooves of the
Oncoming horses, so has no chance of escape as the coach is about to
Run over him.... Will Jack Wild finally take possession of the gold shipment,
Can anybody stop this outlaw gang? Find out in the next story...."Outlaw Peril"
i feel homeless though i have a home no one to hear my poems, roamed the
streets alone becoming weak eventually lost focus, someone stole the light of
day from me the skies above me stormed, lord deliver me from evil i just want to
go back home, i went from standing on my own my world suddenly turned
backwards, if there's someone really out there then how come nobody answers,
as time passed i started searching for a way to ease the pain, then ended up
hitting rock bottom landed face first on the pavement, laid my faith to rest i left it
six feet deep below i graveyard in a nameless grave that i myself in graved the
word forsaken, life had taken me to places, shown me things no man should
witness, cold as Christmas snow that falls upon homeless innocent children, i
spent countless evenings breathing in a smoke that only weaken me, took full
control with out me knowing thank god it didn't cripple me, it took over the price i
had to pay was costly, cost me more that money i lost trust, disrespected my
family, sadly that still didn't stop me like my conscience kneeled cowardly down
before a substance that had grow too strong to overpower, then the hours
became days the same way days had become weeks after so many suns had
set months eventually turned to years, my fears had come to life i crossed i line i
didn't know i crossed, ashes to ashes dust to dust all i left behind was monster,
who once upon a time thought he'd grow up to be a doctor, i get torn apart it's
hard knowing i turned his dreams to nightmares i wish i could hand him candles
to light the roads he must travel where shadows will cloud his mind, with his
eyes open wide deny those around him that call him blind, getting left behind by
ghost whom he thought were his closest friends, who hear him knocking for help
but i guess were just too embarrassed, their friendships had dies along with the
part of him that had perished, i havn't a doubt their mouth never spoke his name
in their prayers.
It was a dark and stormy night,
And I was fighting a battle with my thoughts, thinking will everything really be alright?
Why is it so that we teens often feel like giving up,
Why does it feel our self-doubts often overpower our desire of capturing the Victor's cup?
Well, looking back at myself, I can recall,
I was this little cheerful kid running all around the hall.
Did I even know what stress and pressure mean?
Or was it just that I was naive and the harsh reality, I hadn't seen?
Spending time with my loving family and playing with friends
was something I loved to do,
Having a lively walk in the park with Dad and looking at the clear sky so blue!
Going on trips used to be the most thrilling experience of all,
Enjoying was important, didn't matter even if it meant to fall.
But what's wrong currently, I asked my present self.
Are you overwhelmed looking at those thick books you need to revise, on the book shelf?
Oh, dear girl, high school and preparation for competitive exams is a phase that will pass soon,
Just look outside the window and embrace the beauty of the white glowing moon.
Don't you realise that the entire night sky is dark,
But it's the moon that doesn't ever get afraid and shows up every single day, its shining spark.
The entire world is competitive and you are a part,
Instead of worrying, why not give your best during this phase and study with all your heart?
There has never been an instance when hardwork betrays,
Remember that delayed gratification always repays!
This short conversation with my inner self really helped,
The anxiety and the fear of not performing as per my own expectations had to be dealt.
"Let's start with my favourite subjects", I told myself,
Picked up those books I had kept ready on the shelf.
Realized that highs and lows don't last forever,
The tough battles one fights in life only makes him better.
Work hard and study smart,
Do all that it takes to become the best at your art.