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In this lifeskills class in political economics,
we look at politics as healthy power
and economics as wealthy flow
of cooperatively held assets
and win/win co-passionate resources,
investments in polycultural symbiosis
and disinvestments from monoculturing politics
bad relationships and nontransactions of hoarding
and competing discommunications
suffering monolithically
Anthro-centric LeftBrain dominance.
This lifeskills class
may also reconsider
where paying-it-forward economics
and democratically cooperating politics
lead to healthier and wealthier outcomes
for society
and all Earth Tribe cultures
than patriarchal capitalist
systemic RightWing trauma.
If economic flow
and co-investment balancing function
are sacred,
then politically interdependent relationships
might be divine,
designed with therapeutic intention
co-arising positive wealth-care practice.
We might conclude this lifeskills class
for medicinal doctorates in health optimization,
with some split-brain research
concluding that RightBrained politics
can only Be present
with graced ego/eco-proportional presence,
a non-languaged
embodied
root systemic
HappySpace of co-empathic confluence
with Positive Political Psychology.
Meanwhile, LeftBrained evolving economic function
flows from past to deduct-reduct-redact,
then re-language
a lexicon of future's felt win/win v. win/lose
v lose/lose mind/body
wealth/health frequencies,
stored in dialectical strings of DNA
back through transgenerations of space/time
co-revolution.
This politics of Right's timeless-present
political grace
informs Left's economic discernment
of sacred cooperative space
as primal relationship of Self+Other,
as Yang-AnthroMind with Yin-EarthBody.
We could conclude this lifeskills class
intending to elect political leaders
to deep listen to economic
nutritional wealth mentors
speaking compassionately
about how to grow healthy
co-empathically powerful
win-economic-mind/win-political-body
co-relationships
Which may require letting go
of Earth's monotheistic-capitalist
systemically traumatized clergy
Supporting God's BeLoved People
with competitive win/lose
missionary economics,
silently sustaining
AnthroPrivileged
trans-phobic
unhealthy ordained gurus
and mono-theistic
unwise
unwealthy politicized thugs.
Redacting History
Written: by Tom Wright
5/27/2019
By cultivating falsehoods that we hope will grow,
We omit things from books so others won’t know.
We spin the truth and from our history redact,
Telling lies with frequency until accepted as fact.
But time once lapsed, becomes set hard and fast,
Whether ripe with goodness, or deplorable, its cast.
The past is a storage locker accorded constant recall,
But too many spin the truth in order to enthrall.
Many aren’t content unless they keep the pot stirring,
The changes they’ve made have the truth now blurring.
This new slant on things, future generations will sway,
But spinning the truth won’t make bad things go away.
“It takes two to speak the truth--
One to speak and another to hear”
Henry David Thoreau
The Craven
(with apologies to EAP)
Yesterday at my bail hearing, suddenly what I was fearing
Came with force of pounding gavel causing me to near unravel
Causing weakness in the knees, dreading future lawyer’s fees
Then I heard the gavel pounding, pounding on my future days
“I ain’t got the cash, your honor”. “Lock him up until he pays”.
“Damn the system, judges, lawyers, laws embossed in courthouse foyers.”
They make decisions based on fact that later they will all redact
Whilst in cells dingy, dank and foul I listen to the guilty howl
Denying what the voices said, denying they were in their head
Plotting schemers that connive, a curse as long as you’re alive.
Deep into the emptiness I stared, longer than the others dared
Saw the bottom of hell’s pit, no chance of getting out of it
Bargained, pleaded, made a deal, my soul for getting out of jail.
So now in days devoid of change I wrestle with decisions pangs
knowing nothing can erase the malevolent grin on Satan’s face.
Cold, silent, darkness wanting more, sucked the heat out of my core
Distantly I heard the sounding, that of the evil sadly pounding
Pounding on the chasms floor, pounding amid hellfire’s roar
For I was judged by ego’s gavel, condemned, and left, to slow unravel
Condemned, for even justice fails, when there are fingers on the scales.
9/21/2014
submitted for Kelly Deschler contest – The Raven
( … if you catch me doing one of these.)
Naming any baby Finton,
voting for Hillary Clinton,
complimenting Nascar,
moving to Nebraska,
using "literally" to mean "very",
calling Derry Londonderry,
uttering the word "redact",
claiming Johnny Depp can act,
saying society's to blame,
mentioning fifteen minutes of fame,
feeling sorry for Amanda Knox,
watching anything on Fox,
or even one second of Jerry Springer,
making speech marks with my fingers,
drinking alcohol alone,
admiring Sharon Stone,
labelling anyone a pagan,
sighing "bring back Ronald Reagan",
playing Rod Stewart's "We Are Sailing",
paying money to see Van Halen ...
(and if ever, instead of clever,
I say smart,
I promise to wear -
right there -
a target across my heart.)
Modern Consternations of Lament
Contradictions and formulations of thought that bridge the edges of time
Benedictions and combinations that evolve into the refined
Jurisdictions and innovations that are galvanised by crime
Crucifixions in the courtyards of those who draw the cursed lines
A damsel in distress crying for all the loss that cannot be expressed
A shadow of progress dying while the youth look unimpressed
A moment of redress that’s logic-defying as it leaves me thinking I’m depressed
An ancient cultural head dress with colours electrifying a people that cannot be suppressed
Curious children at the gates of a billionaire peering out among the harems door
Spurious wills then hate the artist lying dead upon the floor
Furious villains berate the terrifying dread then perpetuate the horrors but what for?
Injurious killers negate the life defying leads that impact as they infiltrate the peace of the broken and poor
Acrimonious alimony for the wife and children while the fathers left to bleed
Sanctimonious sermons in the alley and stadiums of evangelical greed
Ceremonious services in the galleys of a political theorist bought down to his academic knees
Non-harmonious melodies causing sonic felony’s as they try to control what you see
Commodification of the spiritual as they sell toxic positivity
Solidification of the chemical as they try to buy more than just market productivity
Transfiguration of the polemical as the mood broods for civility
Modification of the heretical as we kneel down before the Nativity
Fastidious retention of a fact to prove a point that needs verification
Insidious inventions that detract from the joint venture of innovation
Mysterious momentum of a contract the won’t endure the effusive commendation
Odysseus intentions redact as the mention of epics make me cry out in lamentation
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
The year is like a drainpipe
Gently sloping as we go
From new year resolutions
T’ward the winter’s dark and snow
We begin with such potential
Energy to fill our hearts,
Yet as we journey through the year
It’s full of stops and starts.
Modern day society
Is tipping up the pipe
Making us accelerate
In the dying of the light
But the year it is not linear
Time dies not come to an end
New Year’s Eve is not a stop!
At most it is a bend
A bend within the circle
As the year perpetuates,
Continues on eternally
It flexes and vibrates
Conformity discourages
Individual creation.
We live by routines, starts and stops
No individualisation.
As forward we all travel
Time is speeding as we go
The year becomes upended
December crushing down below.
When the days get shorter
Solstice marking Yule’s dark state,
The pressures pile upon us,
While we long to hibernate.
The chaos can be silenced
If you just reframe the view,
Of how we see this time of year,
And the stresses that ensue.
The expectations put on us
Demand that we react,
But this outdated rule has reached
The point we must redact.
We pile so much importance on
This time of dark and cold.
Take to your cave, slow down, relax,
It’s time now to be bold.
Push back against society,
The vulgarity of spend.
the world will keep on turning,
December is not the end.
Reports they redact and hide
Experts who tried can’t chide
Appliance of science denied
Us all being taken for a ride
On some helter skelter slide
With no shelter in or outside
Swelter in this delta of snide
Fried by fake national pride
As the past & future collide
Know on us all have spied
Our secrets they have pried
Data for advertisers supplied
Time to choose your side
Surmise AI guys pie eyed
In Geneva should be tried
For war crimes can’t abide
Yes it is up to us to decide
To stop the slop of the tide
What term history’s applied
Call it genocide or ecocide?
Either way everything died !
You act like you’re all that -
gaining green when you rap,
but I say lines of utter crap
come from your verbal flap.
You lack and I can back that.
My slapjack, whapping facts
would not be rinsed with tact
since odds are a massive stack
of my fly responses so snap
they’ll waste yours to scrap.
You’ll bleed a need for a map
just to sense our distance gap.
I could secure a win wrap
in the deep sleep of a nap
with word whirls of pure blur
punching, crushing your rap,
maiming your able so unstable
it’s incapable to react transact
any how to track your ego back.
My hit of truth would impact
and sack your rap so abstract
that my heard word redact
would squish lisp yours compact,
then subtract, detract, refract
and ransack precisely exact
the trash you call a talent act.
So, go! Sate-debate my rap trait.
Charles Bravo died, stomach problems made him sick
Then “cause of death” was found to be arsenic
This happened 150 years ago
Who did him in? we’ll never know.
Harold Shipman caused thousands of deaths
Morphine made victims draw their last breaths.
He was attending physician each time
So many patients, a British record in crime.
Sunny fell into a coma, thought to be ill
Then insulin was found, a clever way to kill.
Symptoms mimic natural causes, poisons often do
Police then find no reason to continue to pursue.
The pattern is not rare, and here’s a thought:
If no crime is suspected, no criminal is caught.
Think today of how much more science knows
Drugs for good or bad, the list ever grows.
I once read a book: the name I’ll redact
It gave the formula for a poison we cannot detect.
It gave the formula of two, I just remember one
Ways to get your enemies without a knife or gun.
Suppose an enemy wants you sick, but not to die
There are ways to clip your wings, so you don’t reach the sky.
A drug puts you out of the race, an invisible attack
Even if you suspect, it’s a needle in a haystack.
Now you might think you’re safe, just be careful what you eat
I have news for you, no fortress is complete
Drugs can enter by touch or even when you breathe
We’re all in big trouble, can I get you to believe?
I’ve felt the dose that does not slay
But moves inconvenience out of the way
A dark turn in the plot, a promise unfinished.
A life need not be destroyed to be diminished.
I'm Media
By Franklin Price
8/18/2016
I'm media, must be on top
To tell whole truths would be a flop
If not exciting, ratings drop
And advertising bucks would stop
I use this sequence to begin
Find out the facts and put on spin
Your loyalty and faith to win
So ratings never drop again
To be on top and cash receive
Make small adjustments you'll believe
Takes little practice to deceive
The bare bones truth would make you grieve
What is it that you want to hear?
What kind of words to fall on ear?
Ones of comfort or of fear?
It's all for ratings, is that quite clear?
A lie discovered, I can retract
If written down, I can redact
A truth I say is only fact
If I did that how would you act?
Went to the Hill learned from the best
The home of spin its place to nest
To think of self before the rest
You find the truth, there'll be a test