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Reasons unchanged,
breed endless cycles of shame.
Habits we form young,
ingrained in the old remain.
Redemption albeit rare exists,
in the purpose driven mind
Relentless to shift,
what most you're looking to find.
For the soul to grow
Itself it must know
What all it's looking for!
A desire to know more.
Explore what’s inside!
Be unwilling to hide.
When afraid face fear!
Accept moments it's near.
Even if courage leads stray.
It's okay to not be okay!
Hard, not impossible
The search for inner belief.
Identify what enables,
your self-defeating grief.
Realize reason,
the smallest morsel for cause.
Allow that to be,
Your needed second for pause!
For the soul to grow
Itself it must know
What all it's looking for!
A desire to know more.
Explore what’s inside!
Be unwilling to hide.
When afraid face fear!
Accept moments it's near.
Even if courage leads stray.
It's okay to not be okay!
I wrote these five rules which grew out of some uncomfortable ‘life experiences’. Because of these rules, I am not a victim.
Rule 1. I will not bow to the mindset that feeds me the idea that I am a victim. My perception must be that of a victor, not a victim. The God in me
Disallows defeatism and victimization.
Rule 2. Although I realize that I cannot go through life unscratched, unhurt, and free of disappointments, I will not allow myself to develop a self defeating ‘me complex’.
Rule 3. If I discover that I am in someone's ‘line of fire’, I will simply distance myself. I will not develop a paranoia that tells me that I am constantly the subject of someone’s target.
Rule 4. The ‘poor me, they did it to me again’ attitude will not get me anywhere. This type of attitude will not achieve anything except a basket case on the strap heaps of defeat.
Rule 5. If I take the proper Biblical steps and keep Christ at the center of my life, it follows that I will not have a ‘victim mentality’.
(Originally, entitled The Victim Rules, written in1993) 09142016PS Contest, Victim Or Victor, Nayda Negron
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.
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.
wash up and lock our doors
overnight we’re told to stay indoors
while mankind is under attack
it’s the best we can do to win a war
against our invisible common enemy
time caught in a meaningless loop
like everyone I hold my breath and introspect
I look to past memories with gratitude
realizing we can’t take life for granted
I try to be my own best friend
within these walls of isolation
never was it clearer how both
joy and freedom reside within
appreciating time alone
unlearning accumulated
false deadlines and necessities
pretend friends and priorities
life being random
all you can do is bring out
the best of yourself
and spin the wheel
it’s luck of the draw but
attitude remains a choice
no matter what stay positive
complaining is self-defeating
make the best out of every situation
lest we suffer the fate of fallen dinosaurs
AP: 1st place 2020
Submitted on July 24, 2020 for contest ISOLATION PHILOSOPHY sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 3RD
Perfection as a goal demands correction;
accepting mistakes requires some reflecting..
Call me a square if you like but I'll admit
when it comes to money, I keep short accounts.
Simplicity puts tender in the kitty;
humility builds reckoning, quality.
It can be smart to start with "I am sorry,"
then move on to square up any damage done.
Meeting with candor - never self-defeating.
treating others as fellows means no cheating;
While allowing for the factor of mercy
the product of two equal terms becomes square.
If you owe me something, I won't cause a rift.
Swift resolution counts, I am no spendthrift.
Square dealings focus on making all sides straight;.
such practice eliminates hate and distrust.
Stop the bleeding
Stop self-defeating
Stop demeaning
The real meaning
Stop the outage
Get out the mind cage
Stop the stressin'
That leave you guessin'
Stop the relapse
You'll break your kneecaps
Stop the anger
That leave you in danger
Stop the rumbling
Stop all the grumbling
Stop the lies
And start to realize
Stop the inner you
That evil inner you
Stop blamin' everyone else
For the pain you inflict on everyone else
Stop the bottles
That leave your life in a pothole
Stop the negativity
Like you live in captivity
Stop all the self-hate
Before it's too late
This is a PSA from your mind
We can't leave you behind
This is a love letter from your soul
We need you to be whole
This is everything you need to hear
We need this to be very clear
Stop it
We need you to stop it
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
The clouds of turmoil spread on the dank sky
cast shadows congealed in the closet of life…
dark inside for it encases the moonless winter night.
I know it’d try and try till the last star fades away
to daub opaque layers of self-defeating beliefs…
love is a volatile mirage the desertified mind follows
in vain… a folly, lesson one doesn’t learn till the heart breaks…
the silver lining of storm clouds is happenstance of illusion
for nothing shines in the dreamless night.
In the wasteland while I gather the pieces of my heart
a sparkling sapling spreads jade arms from the rocky cleft…
perchance it’s uprooted…gets dried in the arid gale of neglect
I make for it a protective niche I never knew I could…
that’s when I hear what the southern wind whispers…
you’d come wafting through the spring air…the zephyr of love.
The sapling I nursed has grown…flowers now in beguiled beauty
tinged with the colors of the sunburst dawn…life’s new day…
that’s when I see a butterfly… it flutters over the flowers,
its designed wings draped with the tapestry of love
gleaming under my cloudless cerulean seamless sky.
Written : February 7, 2019
June 6, 2020
Contest : Brian's Select 6
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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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