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A caste preservationist favors separation
of White from NonWhite races.
Racists come in two varieties,
but both behaviorally support White privileged apartheid,
if not in what we liberally say
about capitalism's free
and irresponsible speech marketing way
then in what we conservatively do
Too comfortable with neighbor-hooded
apartheid school
and patriarchal church
historical monoculturing segregation
practicing our habitual systemic trauma
combative politics of xenophobic mistrust.
Racists favor separation of positive light
v negative dark eumemic cultures
to perpetuate economic
and political partisan praxis
of ChosenPeople irreligious superiority
An ongoing "upper-self" v "lower-othered"
disempowering
unenlightened "winner" v "loser"
systemic trauma narrative.
There is no authentic empowerment side
of love
in this history of racist segregation
because we are all apartheid losers
when we prefer to fly apart
And stronger when we fly together
more polyculturally inter-religious
deep listening enriched
By our choices for inclusive community investment,
when and where we seek divine empowerment
of MotherNature's cooperative multicultured purse?
rather than monotheistic business
as win v lose 0-sum
northern light v southern dark
anthro-privileged
bipolar
oppositionally defiant
caste-preserving usual
Competing to defend
birthright v birthwrong
long separated standing
in life's lesser survivalist
v greater thrivalist
apartheid pecking order
A dull monoculturing defensive position
within Win v Lose strategic oppositions,
entirely inappropriate for organic Gaia's
WinAnthroWealth/WinEarthHealth
polyculturing positive eumemic
pronoia
Healthier and wealthier
and wiser resonant opportunities together
than dissonantly risky
xenophobic paranoid behavior
dark deadly caste apart.
Born into a privileged position
The Gracchi and Kennedys were on a mission
A violent end was to be their common fate
With vested interests full of rage and hate
Their new programmes threatened the status quo
And prompted the dealing of the killer blow
Centuries apart, they both wanted reform
Championing the poor brought to them great harm
If the Gracchi's progressive plans were to win the day
The senate felt its power would pass away
Land reform and franchise extension the ruling class could not tolerate
They feared the concilium plebis would carry too much weight
Allowing tribuni plebis to gain too much power
Crucial steps were needed by the senate at this critical hour
Violent deaths turned out to be the Gracchi's lot
The people lost what they had sought
History is oft claimed to be repetitive
The Kennedys' careers were closely imitative
A crackdown on crime and improving civil rights
Panicked those who opposed such fights
Where the Kennedys heralded an era of hope
Those under threat from this programme could not cope
Their death warrants were signed for what they stood
Both were gunned down vengefully in cold blood
In each instance when their hopes died
Politics rode roughshod over the people's pride
A brighter future for those in need of care
Was ended by vested interests' callous warfare
I II
You showed me I was clueless, I thank for your motivation
without ability or skill, to learn and improve my skill.
so, I'd know I was just a shoeless I got a good education,
kid, and break my will. and I'm learning still.
You took a place in the privileged few, I glad that you have a special place.
one you seemed to savor, I'm happy where I am.
so, I would be envious of you I owe nothing to anybody.
in your position of favor. I owe nothing to any man.
You ostracized and left me alone, Thanks, too, for my special place
for punishment, it was meant, and a chance to meditate,
so, for made up sins, I'd atone, traveling in my mind, time and space.
and publicly repent. I appreciate your gift, and I feel great.
You took everything away from me, You showed me how to make due.
so, I'd have no resource, Now, I can be resourceful when I try.
thinking you'd put me up a tree, and I've learned to take the view
with no recourse. that, important things, we can't buy.
Brilliantly, you framed me up From everything that I recall,
on pretenses flimsy, and when all is said and done,
persecuting me while smiling, yup, what you taught me most of all,
with a sense of whimsy. was how not to treat someone.
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I am a tiny winged buzzing insect
A friend to folks and flowers alike
Another name for hard work
Toiling untiring from dawn to dusk
I set out merry, humming a tune,
On my professed mission of gathering honey
The flowers freshly bathed in dew
Eagerly await my propitious visit
I like to flit from flower to flower
I love dallying with floral beauties
Gladiolus, Chrysanthemums and Petunias
Red geraniums and colorful Zinniahs
But I prefer to hover over clustered blooms
Which hang from trees’ stooping boughs
From each flower I sup to my fill
And my body gets covered in yellow dust
I don’t believe in the Epicurean dictum
Of ‘Eat, drink and be merry’
Neither do I live just for today
I await a future that is trouble free
We work tireless till the day is done
And see that every cell of our hive is full
We never complain of those among us
Who stay idle and thrive on our labor
Never grumble against the privileged Queen
Who enjoys unique status with rights many
For we respect the Nature-ordained hierarchy
As we know, a mob without a leader would be anarchy
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System integrity can grow more deeply resonant
only as diversity grows more widely interdependent.
Diversely rich integrity
longs to universally emerge
unitarian yin-inclusive
and not uniformly yang-dominant,
exclusive
privileged
supremely kleptocratic.
An economic and ecological reason
Win/Lose capital wealth-accumulation values
trend toward historically WesternWhite male racist privileged mono-structures
is because we do not, instead,
cooperatively co-invest time
and energy
and capital
in diversely interdependent integrity;
reconnecting universal yang wealth values
with unitarian interdependent health-norms.
So, anti-racist multicultural ecosystems
are those fully invested
in pro-active historical culture-deepening
and diversely widening
integrity
rather than defensive monocultural rabidity.
Racial justice seeks creolizing metamorphosis,
and not colonizing unilateral supremacy,
as does environmental justice.
Both are health-trending
when cooperatively restoring therapeutic EarthJustice
with pulling together Win/Win integrity,
and not Win/Lose pushed apart disintegration
of bio-
and ego-
and eco-
and geo-systemic diversity.
Privileged am I to stay in the Lord’s presence*
Being His enriched heir by His divine wealth’s bounty…
…I worship Him in His holy magnificence-beauty
Purged by His cleansing for my revival’s iridescence!
Blessed am I to be at peace in the Lord’s presence-light
Being His ransomed by His sacrifice of blood’s price…
…Desiring for His approval of divine surprise
I commune with Him in prayer-delight!
*Psalms 16:11 - Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
Psalm 114:7 Tremble, thou earth, at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Jacob.
May 20, 2019
Contessa remember you’re an epicure,
don’t let him make you feel insecure;
I know that they can’t see the pain
slapped with all of his words on your face;
I know that words CAN and DO hurt you,
breaking bones that will no longer bend;
Amplified and thrown up by the taste of
alcohol it loses its voice in a crowd,
all they’re privileged to is a people pleaser;
Verbal abuse is a silent killer
until it’s just the two of you alone together;
It’s about time to end the silence,
put an end to the punch drunk violence;
Turn the tables on all the wounds
that no one can see but still they bleed;
Always told let it slide let it go,
well here’s something you need to know:
It’s okay to say no and take care of you.
Contessa, feelings are always valid.
Don’t let him make you feel insecure,
Contessa remember you’re an epicure.
We are happy to have a good mother,
she's the only one who has taught us
to take a path where stumbling stones are many
and they'll make us wiser learning about life.
We are lucky to have a good mother
who watches the spectacle of stars above
and explains with simple words who created them,
and if her tears fall on our cheeks: it's simply faith.
We are grateful to have a good mother
who has paved the way for us for a smooth walk,
unless we disregard her advice and fall from grace
as angels did losing God's favor and forgiveness.
We are delighted to have a good mother
and if disobedience make us go astray,
she will explain to us the cost we will pay;
and without hesitance, she welcomes us back.
We are honored to have a good mother
who has nurtured our minds and hearts since birth;
I've seen an orphans' misery seeking a motherly embrace,
that embrace that was denied from the time he was born.
We are privileged to have a good mother
who ingrains in us values of respect and compassion;
and furthermore, her strength will make us soldiers of faith...
showing the courage and fortitude that'll make us grow.
We are able to smile because we have a good mother,
and in these smiles, we see her lovely and tender image:
it's that shining sun reflecting its image in the clearest waters,
it's that resplendent moon mirroring itself upon gleaming waves.
We are fortunate to have a good mother,
because she's that lighthouse flooding us with light and guiding us
when our ship battles the unexpected storm that wants to avoid a wreck;
we'll feel safe as her protective and tight arms form an impenetrable shield.
We are overjoyed to have a good mother
who has stood by us and sheltered us from dangers...
ready to give up her life for us and fulfill our given fate
that'll take us to the unknown, to those horizons with rainbows.
We are thrilled to have a good mother,
whoever asks what her mission in life is hasn't understood the enormity
of a mother's dedication in whose veins pumps the blood of immense love;
never allow youth to steal your innocence protected by her endurance,
never allow time to speed up and miss the joys that may become regrets,
never refuse to listen or heed the words spoken with an infallible prediction.
Does it not raise the question,
That perhaps in seven
Multi-trillion of millenniums,
God created our Universe.
How can Earthlings
Honestly not believe in such an idiom.
When planets and Earth
One day meet,
Heralding a cosmic delightful connection,
All within our Universe, will inevitably
Be ready to move in a forward,
Real direction!
For it seems impossible that
Looking beyond
The stars and eternity which are infinite
That we are the privileged,
We must reach out.
The creation of the universe
And the findings of Science,
Have come together,
Even religions acknowledge
This phenomena, logic
Which is God given, leads
Me to believe this could
Be absolutely true,
What is keeping us back, do we fear
Radicals and Dogmatic views, why,
Each one of us is unique,
Again God given, why be held back,
We have faith
That is all that we need,
For we are enveloped
And swathed,
In God’s love and realm.