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Our lives are but a breath
so minuscule in the vastness
of time and the cosmos
that insignificance that dresses our life
is barely realized by those
seeking to define what is being self
and the paths of humanities dichotomy
desertion of all worth and depredations unconcealed
to superfluous self exaltation
its a wonder the species
has survived even to this time
a continual examination
of embedded frailties that are self defeating
but in whose apex
will surrender one’s own life
in order to preserve another’s
and not meaning the kind a government demands
also the ability to sleepwalk through life
with so few moments of clarity
that Jesus could pronounce
“Let the dead bury the dead ”
One atom alone contains enough energy
to obliterate a multitude
of cities upon its release
yet our bodies contain billions
of those little energy factories
but the amount of all that energy
in the cosmos is beyond all comprehension
I should be moving at the speed of Light
but I prefer a snails pace
Or how easily our ability to think
submits itself to ideological shackles
imposed by the self appointed masters
of the bastions of a caste system
that plagues every strata and path
and highway threading the lives of “humans”
A species so full of darkness
where the divine spark is nearly dormant
you are what I Am
Go and learn what that means
Look! You have made my days just a few;And my life’s duration is as nothing in front of you.Surely every earthling man, though standing firm, is nothing but an exhalation.
Surely in a semblance man walks about.Surely they are boisterous in vain.One piles up things and does not know who will be gathering them.
Psalms 39
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
At first we had traumatic stress
just being born
and later shock of near death,
physical and mental,
natural and spiritual,
lack of health
and unsafe, messy wealth.
Then traumatic cultural stresses
grew up into a global syndrome
of sad neglect
toxic fueling chronic depression,
multicultural repression
caste suppression,
cognitive and affective
double-binding dissonant
multigenerational dissociation.
Then post-traumatic historic stress syndrome
swept up panic attacks,
disabling shell shock,
invasive violent cultural shlock,
long-term victimization locks,
criminalization ad hoc
legislated abominations,
violent domestic and national monoculturing schools
of semi-thought through
flowing pure and healthy imaginations
creeping toward chronic creepy anxiety,
lose/lose de-nihilistic codependency,
mutually assured destruction
in bloodless
micro-annihilating pools.
Now we have pre-traumatic herstoric stress syndrome
for ever more biocultural pathology
in internal
and external climates,
venues,
lyrics and lessons,
narratives of unraveling devolutions
inevitably heavy self-implicating
stiff-necked stubborn scales
In-between disempowering monoculturalism
monopolistic monotheism
ego-privileged anthro-supremacism,
economic ecological lack of co-invested empathy,
And enlightened EarthPatriotic resonance
anxiously anticipating
polycultural revolutions
sustaining robust health care
ecosystemic wealth.
Why does it matter
if we sing or dance or call
"Make American Trauma Again"
pre- and post-suffering
the greatest response of all?
Isn't trauma of unrelenting win/lose competitions,
of StraightWhiteMale aggressive monoculturalism,
mono-egotheism,
monopolistic theology,
a culturally devolving climate trend?
Inside and outside,
before and after traumatic birth
and death of isolated individuals
swimming in a hegemonic
demonizing atmosphere
of win/lose capitalist self-defeating wounds
at risk of overwhelming all empowering lovely acts
and pre-post-enlightened passionate hearts
For resilient
ecotherapeutic stories
of positive
multiculturally cooperative
green peace
health care wealthy resonance.
...a tribute to Hermann Hesse and his novel 'Narziss Und Goldmund.'
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Two friends in early childhood when their lives were worry free,
each pursued his own direction to fulfill his destiny.
One was tempted by the devil to devote his life to greed,
debauchery, dissimulation, he embraced each sinful deed.
He ingratiated himself with the wealthy, bedding courtesans and Queens,
all the while maintaining strict discretion, gaining riches by deception and guile.
From palace to palace he traveled, always escaping detection,
'til he tired of all of the cheating and lies, and spent time in devoted reflection.
Much older now, his skills were not the sharpest,
no longer did he yearn for wealth and fame,
he became disconsolate, and longed for peace and solace,
a return to the village where they called him by his real name.
Meanwhile the other spent his time in isolation,
became a monk and took a vow of silence,
as part of a brotherhood he was content,
rarely, if ever, was he called upon for penance.
He left his cell each afternoon to tend the Bishop's garden,
tilling and weeding the flowers and plants,
in the evening he could be heard singing,
embroidering the hymns with soaring descants.
Asceticism is a doctrine that requires self-denial,
taken in excess it lays a burden on the soul,
a burden which in retrospect is seen as self-defeating,
what steps can be taken to ensure the soul is whole?
The two men reunited in the village where they spent
such happy times in playful animation,
examining their practices they sought an end to their excesses,
too much praying and playing required a strict examination.
In the midst of life's continuum to maintain a happy medium,
play and prayer and work and everything in equal measure,
the Greeks had a phrase for it ~ 'Nothing In Excess,'
a lifestyle we would all do well to emulate and treasure.
Copyright © 2016 Keith Bickerstaffe
...a tribute to Hermann Hesse and his novel 'Narziss Und Goldmund.'
Two friends in early childhood when their lives were worry free,
each pursued his own direction to fulfill his destiny.
One was tempted by the devil to devote his life to greed,
debauchery, dissimulation, he embraced each sinful deed.
He ingratiated himself with the wealthy, bedding courtesans and Queens,
all the while maintaining strict discretion, gaining riches by deception and guile.
From palace to palace he traveled, always escaping detection,
'til he tired of all of the cheating and lies, and spent time in devoted reflection.
Much older now, his skills were not the sharpest,
no longer did he yearn for wealth and fame,
he became disconsolate, and longed for peace and solace,
a return to the village where they called him by his real name.
Meanwhile the other spent his time in isolation,
became a monk and took a vow of silence,
as part of a brotherhood he was content,
rarely, if ever, was he called upon for penance.
He left his cell each afternoon to tend the Bishop's garden,
tilling and weeding the flowers and plants,
in the evening he could be heard singing,
embroidering the hymns with soaring descants.
Asceticism is a doctrine that requires self-denial,
taken in excess it lays a burden on the soul,
a burden which in retrospect is seen as self-defeating,
what steps can be taken to ensure the soul is whole?
The two men reunited in the village where they spent
such happy times in playful animation,
examining their practices they sought an end to their excesses,
too much praying and playing required a strict examination.
In the midst of life's continuum to maintain a happy medium,
play and prayer and work and everything in equal measure,
the Greeks had a phrase for it ~ 'Nothing In Excess,'
a phrase we would all do well to contemplate, and treasure.
Mental and physical health
require,
and contribute to,
Integrity.
Integrity has two faces,
internal and external,
climates dominant and subordinate,
cultures poly-inclusive and mono-segregated,
bilateral frames of reference
dipolar
co-arising
appositional.
Internal integrity
anticipates left with right hemisphere confluence
and is anxious when diverse left v right experiences
unfold cognitive/affective dissonance,
diminished think/feel resonance,
fear and anger
about absence of deep and wide health,
resilient experience,
memory,
active hope.
External integrity
is measured in thoughts with feelings of compassion
for Other--
people
plants
planet
habitat
community
communion
sanctuary
asylum
forests
deserts
meadows
family
friends
animals
insects
worms...
All others
passionately
magnificently not autonomous Me
or diminished by not being controlled by my Ego
and all thoughts and feelings in-between
diverse polypathic co-passion.
Compassion co-empowers with Others,
which is not powering offensively OVER AGAINST others,
and is not defensively avoiding
disempowering total loss
UNDER self-defeating narcissistic Others
unknown
unappreciated
and unknowing rich historical passion with Others
Re-membered here and now,
now here
and here now
as this positive compassionate energy
flows integrity known by mutually compassioned Other
knowing passion for and with natural-spiritual Others,
including me.
Synergy
is the end,
the Being state of yin-flowing Integrity,
always becoming healthier balance,
more harmonic,
longer and longer win/win resilient
compassion
longing for Earth's polypathic synergy
belonging within cooperative well-being
developing
maintaining
evolving systemic paradigms
toward further polyphonic Integrity.
I woke, and in a voice unlike my own, I spoke,
"Am I having nothing more than a dream,
and my heart deceived by a reverie in a cloak?”
I beg, tell me things are not what they now seem
and that these last hours spent held in rapt passion...
were they an illusion and not what I deemed real?
Were I to see my face in a mirror, would it be ashen?
I'm not at all certain about the emotions I feel.
If I have dreams within dreams, how fragile and fleeting.
And if I should wake to the reality of being all alone,
then the purpose of having them is entirely self-defeating.
I shall punch my pillow as a foe, sigh, weep and moan
without returning to my reverie, refusing to slumber on.
I'll never wish to be a spying voyeur in my own dream,
a mere object of affection, on the chessboard, a pawn.
No, the thought of that fantasy is a nightmarish scheme.
What was I thinking before I closed my eyes and slept?
If it causes dreams like these, then wake me in my bed,
if from rival night visions that found cause to intercept.
But if perchance they're rhapsodies, leave me, instead.
It's not within the realm of an impossibility, I suspect,
but it would be a less than perfect aspiration I would seek.
To live in a dream inside a dream, I'd have want to reject.
For the dreamworld of others, I dare not judge nor speak.
If I cannot dream peacefully of where I wish to be
then give me constant sunlight so my eyes never close.
And please nudge me if I doze. Pull the blanket from me
so never shall I dream again, nor smell the scent of a rose.
Worthless would be my dream state without aspirations
of finding a fairytale love, in a dreamscape for my pleasure.
One in which I feel love's tender emotions and sensations,
each enjoyed for its own affectionate merit and measure.
Life in the gutter
the metaphor ive become
suffer for you to string me along
step by step
showing you mans plans test for god
in the flesh
showed up for his mistake
walking circles in happiness
too busy to do this for free
paying the piper with another crime of your century
jesus has obsessive compulsive disorder
eventually blindly you will see
the hit of the century
the nightmare over
taken from you like a thief
who am i now anyway
confusing these realities
golden child of latent powers
something you will eventually see
life got out of bed for your birthday
reality not always so kind
who was there at life's birthday
in the flesh, in spiritual dreams
the joke of life im out to fail to become
the one song we sing keeping us amazing
step by step changing the smal things
where did this all start anyway
what are we supposed to say today
three days are all we have to work with to show our maker we believe
killing time and crucified by ignorance is truth
what is the right thing to do
amongst the waves of confusion
here they are in the flesh
level one of how we all belong will take you higher
here they go
shaking the glitter
taking themselves to where they are destined
back in the limelight of life
life in a stranglehold
failing its own lessons
of self defeating tortures
scared of the neverending circles
metaphor for a prayer
metaphor of life
mankinds wil to do good
step by step
from the gutter to our finest dreams
In the flesh a phenomenon
childlike latent powers
Forgotten script of the world meeting their maker will be remembered
holy ghost in training
hole in the plot, the humming in your head
is the piper paying you for his vacation
eventually there will be less distractions from this
Do you think it possible to smash stone cases with a pillow?
You would be wrong because stone vases can be knocked from high places.
It's the same with our facade halls of celebrity and wealth.
Leaders leading death race with ungodly pace behind detached faces.
Do you think it's possible to learn whats not written; deaf, dumb and without vision?
You would be wrong because experience is the stern and the sandman, the precision.
Educate what's must; learn to conform whilst system distrust avow.
Observance not of with what, but action with gut and learning how.
Do you think it's possible for a branch to fall and never hit the ground?
You would be wrong because a thin slice climbs higher from whence it was found.
It's the same as a babe born to the dirt, who's cry is unsatisfied.
We claw for what feeds us and struggle until we've died.
The impossible thing is simply an idea that weakness gave up on.
The burden of guilt every person has shouldered in abject failure.
Impossible is just an idea. A self imposed life story trailer.
Its all a ridiculous circus of self defeating false behaviour.
You can be a pawn or push back and find that you endure.
It's a practice I fear; something I can't get right.
Sometimes I have flow. Sometimes I lay in fear at night.
I started to write with no clear thought in my pen.
I am not sure what I think now or what I mused then.
Maybe, I write as a reminder to myself on a different day.
Convoluted advice for you, a light for my feet when I've lost the way?
.....perhaps.
-Angel Fatale-
So, you wish to continue your pissing contest with me.
Very well, send more foul comments my way. Please feel free.
You're only exposing to all your dirty laundry,
revealing as well your obvious insecurity.
You know in your heart that you wish you were me,
but more to the point, you wish you were WITH me.
You're a miserable woman living a miserable life.
Are you married? If so, who did you pay to take you as a wife?
Are you a widow? If so, you probably drove your poor husband into an early grave
due largely because of the way you behave.
Are you a child who hasn't yet fully matured?
Well then grow up, or the rest of your life will be miserable for sure.
I love you Sylvia, you're great inspiration for me
and you never fail to leave me laughing hysterically.
If only you could stop living your life so maliciously,
you may wake up one day and discover that you're truly happy,
until then, continue living your life so miserably,
but please also continue to send your foul comments to me.
I'll never block you. That would be self defeating for me,
because you are so much more entertaining than anything I've seen on TV.
I enjoy a good pissing contest but it's so obvious to me
that you're an amatuer. Give it up. You'll never beat me.
Dedicated to
One Sad Miserable Fool.
...and the war did continue
between me and Sylvia, aka MS Drew.
To MS Drew
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Twin Decisions
One in the USA, one in Germany
Too much alike to deny destiny
First the coup attempt, all involved were jailed
Then a pardoning, democracy failed
He set their country back promising a super race
He set the US back, minorities had no place
He controlled the media , all paid their dues
Here in the USA he claimed fake news
A cult type following so self defeating
In the USA, history repeating
Stand up America stop the divisions
While Trump and Hitler have made twin decisions.
Protecting predators and freeing traitors
Surround the prison with alligators
Feed the rich while the hungry cries
Look at the camera and tell some lies
Christianity in exile
Just protect the pedophile
Side with Russia, you can’t explain
Allow the continual bombing of Ukraine.
Gestapo had their priorities
I.C.E arresting minorities
Victims told stories leaving a country appalled
A Democrat hoax the president called
What kind of animal bordering insanity
No morals no ethics no integrity
Release of files continues to fail
The GOP has the country for sale
Sub human politicians so weak and so vile
Forget the children protect a pedophile
Don’t speak bad of Der Fuehrer, your life is at stake
The same thing in the US for our leading snake
Blindly they follow so gullible and weak
Spitting on the victims and stomping the meek
I do not care if your red or your blue
I just want the country that I once knew