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I grow increasingly concerned
about living in an unhealthy monoculture
of educational
evangelical
judicial
legislative hubris
Rhetorically LeftBrain dominant
verbally debating
which empowered opinion leader
will improve my personal consumer powers
and ego-incorporated
greed productive profits
In this competitive big Dog
eats little not leftbrain dominant
feminized nasty girl-dog
predative worldview
In which straight white male dominant
militarized
police state supporters
armed and dangerous
capital profit performers
for self-aggrandizing opulence
corpulence
corporate satiation
Slick as opioid addiction
to causing pain
supporting profitable relief
through drug-addiction management,
Corporate sponsored
unhealth
uncaring
inhumane unwealth
predation strategies
to survive economies
of LeftBrain dominant
scarcity
With no apparent worthy survivors
after we professionally
corporately
predatively kill prosperity
of all our individual species
recast as if
competitive pleasure-seeking consumers
on some superficial entertainment regimen
and off from our own RightBrain
cooperative mind
inviting compassionate health care
ecologically co-gravitating,
sacredly indigenous
natural/spiritual nondualistic,
bilateral,
contextually therapeutic intelligence.
What we need
and mental/physical healthcare expect
our teachers
clergy
judges
and elected representatives to wisely administer
is health and safety
of this
and future humane
regenerators
Of past
and for future
bicameral
bipartisan
multicultural compassion,
Sacred
indigenous
health/wealth equitable
and potentially win/win care
Integrity,
our universal EarthTribe
becomes more economically co-invested
in cooperative
dialogical political values
Empowering integral
holistic
equitable health care reception
Which is also
enlightening
trusted
not frightening
safe wellness,
prosperity,
wealth care
Seeking cooperative EarthPeace
through health mediating productions.
Oh ye mighty hurricane, storm, or gale,
I cannot say, that I can e'er endorse
the means by which you make your will prevail,
depending as you do upon your force.
Indeed, you just destroy the young and frail,
as your wild, brutal tempest runs its course.
Young tender saplings grow into strong trees
'neith the sun, swaying in a gentle breeze.
Youth mentor with a message to convey,
do you find that your voice is growing tired?
Your heavy-handed tactics will not sway?
The odd way we human beings are wired,
it's joy to help a child find her own way,
and so, I've rhetorically inquired,
"What's more effective than a harsh command?"
- the gentle guidance of a helping hand.
Whatever reason it may be, disgusted by life itself, I felt offended being alive and that’s why I opened my heart’s window and watched
a passing cloud within the heart.
I understand that everything under the sun shall change its shape
as time elapses and, the leading stars of the time also vanish to yield their position to new stars as the stage of history revolves, yet still I have a question, why does it have to be that way? On the other hand, though, the circle of human life did not change from the beginning of the time of its conception to very end of everyone’s day, so I have to ask again, why?
The answers to those questions, though not conclusive but tentative, came to my mind were, no matter how much the medical technologies may be advanced as men insist, living things never fail to die; and men are always hungry though they eat like a pig because men’s daily bread comes from crops produced in the barren soil. No matter how man beautifies life rhetorically with words such as love, blessing, abundance, and glorify with such communal phrases: god, spirit, holy, or sanctity, men’s life is miserable and hopeless as before because they have to inhale the mass of evil that is filtered through the air to survive.
Since no one ever defined explicitly or gave me a straight answer on human life, I have no way to solve the problem of life but to satisfy with the common words ‘life is not different from any other thing.’ But if I comfort myself with a trite remark such as this, isn’t it an act of betraying my mother? Because the mother went through such enormous labor pain in order to bring this helpless child into this world and rose with her whole hearted earnest care to plant hope on this corrupted world.
This is a haiku
Trying to make a monkey
Out of me and you
Who’s being unkind
When pandering all the lies
Thoughts that fossilize
No one has any
Transitional evidence
Is it common sense?
All we know is that
When we find bones in the dirt
Is it died some time
We cannot know if
It had any offspring that
Lived because it died
Evolutionists
Confuse all the evidence
We all see in time
Assumption gumption
Has no real conjunction
It’s obscurity
Assuming also
Makes a monkey’s ass out of
Us all in the Fall
But which faith saves face
It seems there’s a commitment
Yes we all have faith
Faith in God Who saves
Or in a chance blind process
That ends in the grave
There’s no hope today
Evolution kills all grace
When God’s plan is aped
But there’s hope today
From this monkey heresy
Jesus sets us free
P.S.
Are we nothing more
Than a monkey's uncle, or
A carbuncle's lore?
Rhetorically
That's not who you and I are
Or dust from a star
P.S.S.
Satan is the sieve
To sift all those who believe
Jesus reprieve us
Let me ask you man
Are you an orangutan
Sir, I don't fling so
As the world stands on its giant feet
To give support to the earth
I wonder why the world is always difficult
Every day, new acuity upon new acuity
And each struggling to be the bona fide one
What a world we are living in!
Sometimes, I rhetorically asked myself
Is it a world of burden
Or a world of peace and tranquillity?
Why can’t we come together as one?
Alas! My beloved people
Why are we striving so hard
To besmirch one another?
Why can’t we live in solidarity
And avoid all this segregation?
As we are civilised human beings
Boon companions we should be, but not foes
Or even to abhor one another
So happy and agog I would be
If the whole world amalgamates as one
To stop the mayhem, the shooting and the looting.
The struggle within
The struggle with sin
The world, Satan and the flesh
Behind the parapet is where they mesh
So I ask to all those
who have been sinning
How can anything be before
"In the beginning"?
So I ask rhetorically what's older than
the Judeo-Christian narrative?
Is it the Hammurabi text
or some other imperative?
We are our own enemies
We all bring things preconceived
But there can be only one truth
For sure the Trinity can be believed
We are not all Clark Kent
running for the booth
But we should all be looking
(as a sleuth) towards The Truth
LeftBrain egojectively defines objects
with deductively accessible objectives
Divorced
distinguished
detached from their ecosystemic backdrop.
Objectives
and individualized objects,
including objections,
I understand
by studying their sub-parts
and their sub-subparts
Down to our atomic building block objects
with internal atomic objectives,
individual particles
with articles
for potential win/win cooperative becoming
a co-relational constellation
of potentially climaxing energy
positive therapeutic
and negative traumatic
subjectives.
Meanwhile,
RightBrain indirectly refines felt relationships,
positive and negative
and ambiguously in-between,
by contextual subjects
Both/Anding BiCameral discernment.
Growing co-empathic bilateral intelligence
also hopes to produce
and procure binomially objective
positive health
and not negative disease
outcomes
Rooted in Whole OpenSystemic wave flows
unitarian oceanic possibilities
subject ecowomanist grows
with timeless HereNow nonviolent information,
spaciously abundant musings,
and other health optimizing
engaging practices,
Other EarthHealth and Justice designs
in solidarity with
ecosystemic co-relational co-passion
co-investing
empowering
enlightening
enveloping
developing win/win outcomes,
Objectively extending
rhetorically resonant song
and liturgically liberating dance
multicultural
muse-lyrical
musical massage
political healing,
not economic stealing,
co-passion events.
Rosette tapestries of unparalleled glamour
Embroided thoroughly by the wittiest clamor
Magnanimously amorous in grace and wonder
Bewitching and charming though so yonder
Rhetorically out bounding my frugal thoughts
To be "irresistible", my flawless pure cause
Starlight's amiss your ornate romantic spell
Driving me sweetly to madly deep to compel
Handful of metaphors and highfalutin words
Illuminating. Inspiring. Invigorating.
Incubating anyone with one unique style
Wonderful, beautiful, matchless, they foretell
Vividly inventive and bombastic with each stroke
To hardened hearts, you can surely start to stoke
Erratically tender enough to adagio break the silence
Drawing anyone for more and more to your essence
by:
olive eloisa
2:54 pm
Revised April 24, 2014
CONTEST: ANY POEM #24
Sponsor: POET DESTROYER A
3RD PLACE
I asked our local Unitarian-Universalist minister
if she could see God
as Original Creative Source of Earth (OCSE).
Eventually,
after a rather long pause,
peaceful, not anxiety producing,
she said Yes.
I asked the Shiloh Baptist Bishop
if he could know God
as Abba,
as did Jesus of Nazareth.
He thought about this,
a rather odd yet warm paternal question,
perhaps a trick?
a test?
But, eventually, trusted us enough
to add his Yes.
I asked the All Souls U-U minister,
Would she be willing to imagine,
to heuristically assume,
for the next hour,
that what she feels inside
and believes outside,
what she hopes and faiths,
compassions as dynamic OCSE
might be, or at least slowly become,
synonymous with the more patriarchal sounding Abba,
perhaps yangish Abba
to her OCSE yintegral felt intelligence.
She found this a lot to take in
hold
juggle
and yet listen and speak with integrity
all in this unsafe time of confrontation.
But, Why not?
she asked, rhetorically,
I assumed.
Then I asked the Shiloh Baptist Bishop
the same question,
in reverse,
with Abba still as yang
and OCSE as yin
This felt appropriate,
and not really unorthodox
and therefore theologically safe,
to AfricanAmerican him,
so he said Yes, of course,
history supports an AfroCentric
Original Creative Source
for all human natures.
From there
They seemed to enjoy co-discovering
ecological analogies
for theological regeneration
and degeneration
And theological metaphors
for ecological healing
and wounding fracture.
With nothing much more for me to do
as multicultural mediator of eco/theo-logical peace
restoring win/win polyphonic justice,
I began outlining
how we might join our choirs
in con-celebration,
singing gospel anthems
while engaging our combined sacred Body
in tai-chi creative stretches
into and back out of
fluid mindbody positions,
Heuristically inviting
and grace-fully given.
You are my everything
My every hope
My every dream
I adore the way you sing
The way you sound
The way you speak
I love you…
And I don’t mean that metaphorically
Or rhetorically or any of that.
I mean plethorically
I love you more than plenty
Or adoringly
I mean this, my words aren’t empty
Can’t you see? My love could fill the seven seas
It’s like it was meant to be, or is it just me?
Please don’t say it’s just me…
That’d be the end of me
This I can guarantee
There is no future I foresee where there is no “we”
So I’m on my knees begging,
Please… please hear my plea.
I’m sorry if I seem desperate
But that’s because I am…
My life without you has no meaning
It’s like I’ve been scammed
It makes my mood go up and down
Like I’m on a tram-poline…
But I keep it to myself and write these poems
Because I don’t want to cause a scene,
Make myself seen
At this point, it’s just routine
To hide my feelings for you…
I wish I could make it known
Whenever you cry, my heart of stone
Cracks just a little bit more
I wish I could tell you…
You say you want a man
I would say “here I stand”
But I don’t think I can
I wish I could make you happy…
I’d never make you cry
I’d never leave your side
I’d give you all you wanted plus more
If I could, I’d give you my sight
Maybe then you’d see what I do
For I see a girl
who fights for what’s right
Who shines with such light
Who’s smile is so bright
I see a woman
who is so strong
Maybe not all brawn
But it’s to that mind which I’m drawn
I see you
Not just for who you seem
You’re sweet like ice cream
You’re just like a dream
In my eyes You’re the perfect person
Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
I might not be very wise,
But this I can’t compromise on
keep being who you are
Keep shining like a star
And don’t you ever forget
In my eyes, you’re perfect