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Within our Green Sanctuary
extensive proposal-writing family:
When did universal political salvation
become a uniform economy of non-redemption?
When did worshiping Earth's Divinity
become celebrating humanity's Humanism?
When did unitarian win/win webs
wombs
root systems
eggs
seeds
umbilical cords of compassion's DNA nutrition,
living forests,
dynamic oceans,
multiculturing climates,
robust atmospheres,
harmonic communions
resonant re-creation stories
become smug and self-satisfied win/lose evolution theories,
supported by side by side religious walls
of mutual theology-trumps-ecology exclusion
of right-brain felt inclusions?
When will we universal-leftbrain and rightbrain-unitarian nondually notice,
Yang with Yinclusive,
EgoPatriarch with EcoFeminist appreciate,
that "ecological exclusion",
like "military cognitive/emotive win/win intelligence"
is an extended anti-family oxymoron?
Both left-brain dissonant
and right-brain longing for healthier resilient resonance?
When do we remember
to celebrate competitive win/lose Labor Day
by growing
and demarginalizing
and uncommodifying
cooperative win/win grace-filled Play Day?
My cat went a roaming to find a new home.
Sing kitty,sing katty,sing Oh!
This cat was so clever he had his own comb.
Look up,now look down,stone the crows!
He went into the neighbours' and drank all their milk.
Sing,fridge raiding kitties.No,No!
Then he laid himself down on a piece of fine silk.
Sing,what the dickens,my lovely pillow!
He went to the butcher and ate all the steak.
Sing greedy,he's ruined my flow.
Then he went to the hairdresser for a shampoo.
Where else can a puttitat go?
He had no plastic,no money,no cheque!
Sing,cheater,sing creature,sing woe.
She sent for a Copper who paid the cat's bill.
And so my puss came out all aglow.
Now my cat was glossy and plump and refreshed.
Sing:fancy,it all goes to show.
So he came home and said this place is best.
And he picked up his cello and bow.
He scraped some Sibelius and also some Grieg.
Sing: Northern lights can always glow.
But,he looked so self satisfied,I felt annoyed....
One should not let one's narcissism show.
But he was so handsome,I was glad he came home.
Sing,grateful,sing katefull,sing Ho!
And I hope he will never again want to roam.
Sing glory.sing story;Sing So!
I find it not right
nor sustainably left,
snapped the poet,
that sainted soldiers claimed healthy transitions
toward divinely rapturous peace
to promote principles of death
by deliberate
degenerate design.
I could not reasonably interpret good news
win-God/win-humanity scripture stories
designed for win/lose inhumane
unredeemed
heroic fight makes Earth all zero-balanced right
patriotic players.
Neither philosophers
nor politicians
nor parasites
nor predators
could legitimately inscribe
and thereby capture and commodify
Natural Law
to justify killing each
Eco-Other
which, unreasoning,
feels distinctly unnatural
and betrays principled cause/effect order,
neither promoting liberty toward healthy naturality
nor security from too wealthy
self-satisfied non-spirituality
for individuals
families
communities
residuals
tribes
transgenderals
cultures
nations
generals
species of natural ordered pasts,
spirited futures,
co-presently remembered,
designed by healthy recombinant
transubstantiating
meta-morphic intent.
Nor is it OK for real-world multicultural experience
to whisper God's sacred transcendent
omnipotent mercy
to support
and reason
and negotiate for just wars
against this actual everyday private humanity
of one interdependently public
transparently vulnerable messianic body,
a cooperatively-owned sacrificial servant
for Earth's more polyculturally robust life,
not monocultural
Death
which feels like sacrilege against any divine Creator's
regenerative potential
and/or original intent,
omnipotent resilience,
omniscient resonance,
omnipresent restorative justice
justifying win/win/win/win...
Peace
which cannot be reasonably used
to justify deliberate dissonant degenerativity,
nor to sanctify desecration.
Muscle-bound goons. The kind that rape the world. Self-satisfied, in no hurry to devote their remarkable faculties to understanding another’s mind. Such wise men. Stares as blank as summer nights, red and black, tricolored, golden star-stung steel: twisted features, leaden, pale, inflamed; hoarse guffaws. A grim onslaught of pretense. To hear what these kids would say about Cherubino in their rough voices and violent ways. They’re heading to town to get it from behind, all decked out in sickening luxury.
A violent Paradise of runaway sneers! But no match for your Fakirs and hackneyed theatrics. In costumes sewn together with all the taste of a nightmare, they strut through assorted laments, tragedies filled with all every brigand and demigod missing from religion and history. Chinese, Hottentots, bohemians, fools, hyenas, Molochs, ancient lunacies, sinister demons—they slip savage slaps and tickles into your mother’s old chestnuts. A little avant-garde here, some three-hankie stuff there. Master jugglers who use riveting comedy to transform players and scenes. Eyes ignite, blood sings, bones stretch, tears and red rivulets run. Their clowning can last minutes, or months.
Only I have the key to this savage sideshow.
:: 07.31.2022 ::
I was daydreamin' the other day a-munchin' on my oats,
Gazin' across the pasture at the cows, sheep and goats.
Them fellers sure do live a life of ease as compared to me.
When I tell you about my plight, I think that you will agree!
They get to graze and lounge about while I do all the work.
Often they'll glance my way with a self-satisfied smirk.
I get the sting of a quirt if my duties I should ever shirk.
It's enough to drive this weary old war-horse berserk!
I will readily admit and I'll be the very first to concede,
It's for sure I ain't a handsome, prancin' Arabian steed.
But if I may be permitted to say somethin' in my defense.
I'm certainly blessed with good old common horse sense!
Them arrogant snobs ain't "saddled" with all this silly tack,
Nor do they bear three hundred pounds of cowpoke on their back!
And they don't have that dude a-spurrin' 'em on each flank.
I could get along very well without that, to be perfectly frank!
About the only highlight in my life is some new shoes now and then,
And if I'm able to survive, I'll retire to frolic in the glen.
Perhaps they'll take pity on me when I become old and gray.
Til then, I'll plod along eatin' my meager rations of oats and hay!
Newspapers
I read a few people read the newspaper anymore
I have in the shed the English written publication going back
twenty years also have some copies of the Guardian
which no longer sell their broadsheet abroad.
Regarding the local newspaper that first was run by a Canadian
It was fun to read they even printed my eccentric views
but it has – the paper- gone down it
is aimed at the affluent
and those who play golf and the little they have of news
is invariable right winged and that is sad, and I think of any more
good dammed self-satisfied than the English community here
but the paper has its use some supermarkets give it away
for free and it is an excellent way to lit the fire in the winter.
But I lament the passing of the Guardian as broadsheet it was
more liberal than it is now and it wasn`t Russia-phobic
I read the Guardian in line every day as it is their politics
and their harping harridans aside a good newspaper.
But I`m getting off the point which is that what is written
on papers endures what’s on internet Internet disappears in a cloud.
An inarticulate artist,
I wanted to paint
the lone life’s landscape,
effervescent,
the construed course
of a river called desire
unrestrained,
meandering its way
in self-possessed pattern,
I yearned.
In prime youth
I thought I owned
solely
the whole canvas,
in self-satisfied strokes
I smeared
blithe,
the subterranean serenity
of psychic vales,
disappearing undepicted
in the fold of canvas,
blank.
Free will amalgamated
prodigal paints
with shades of ego,
copious,
contrived colors spilled
with spontaneity slide
from porous palette
of permeable mind,
expansive.
The banal painting
didn’t turn out
to be a masterpiece,
the hidden designer
created a mundane motif
of listless life,
destined.
Toward the hued horizon
of draping dawn,
drawn at canvas periphery,
my mental brush swept
spellbound,
striving with sensuous drive
to capture the beauty
of unique chromatic lattice
at the edge
of the nascent sky,
pristine.
In supercilious strides
I trampled
the malachite meadow,
turned wasteland,
where I walked
d i s t r a u g h t
on my shadow,
s h a t t e r e d.
On the bleak backdrop,
sinking forlorn
ordained,
within twilight zone,
rinsed by sedate rays
of the setting sun,
my consumed essence
gives perforce
now
the final strokes
of bare brush
at the edge
of convoluted canvas,
where my senescent mindscape
devout,
is illumined
by the eternal glow
of divine light.
Through the lens
of introspection
I see me
metamorphosed
into a lengthening shadow,
magnified
bigger than myself,
d i s i n t e g r a t e d.
courtesy of management in general
and particularly Jackie Geiger
assistant property agent.
One benefit living social
at Highland Manor Apartments
until decrepit and bent...
constitutes qualifying for reimbursement
direct deposited into checking
as chump change event,
hence one generic grateful gent
feels self satisfied as Clark Kent.
After broken wing and prayer
granted courtesy The Flying Tigers
at long last located valuable information
issued December of each year
surprisingly enough exactly where
social security (2021) 1099 form
remained untouched, I swear,
yet earlier yesterday April 5th, 2022
at 1500 hours though very near,
and finally located necessary documentation
(think rental rebate) here
with unexpected discovery
birthed following poem aware
many if not all avid readers
will not care, nor give rat's a$$
regarding humdrum minor dilemma
involving one bonafide
*****sapiens merely
bruising himself – common Joe
garden variety generic biomass,
nonetheless, he fetes, lauds, tauts...
rental rebate tantamount
approximating financial reimbursement
without being unduly crass.
Thus reasonable rhyme
yours truly doth aire
without stut... stut...
stuttering, yet no guarantee
wordsworth their weight
in gold will ring clear
more likely receive
frosty reception everywhere
across world wide web,
perhaps with unwelcome glare,
yet profuse apology
if man with wit - me,
(i.e. Whitman) didst unwittingly interfere
with unwanted distraction
courtesy bobbing square
pants donned sponge
soaking up precious time (yours)
foolish longfellow rushing in where
one capricorn long since wed
not nsync, but alone,
cuz angels fear to tread
"quod erat demonstrandum"
forgotten Latin accessed
at least once year
when yours truly crafts poetry
more familiarly recognized as Q.E.D.
(shares close pronunciation
with ska quid word)
ditch costs extra nay saying
horse sense according to Ned,
whoop sorry, I meant mister Ed.
You say that you’re compassionate,
that you’re driven ’cause you care,
and all you really want to do
is make people ‘more aware.’
you built yourself a code to live,
said it would bring better days,
slapped a smile on tyranny,
a better sell then blank rage.
When folks decided to say no,
then that rage began to tell,
you are a P.C. fascist,
and you all should burn in hell.
First you came for all of our words,
said that they’re not ‘sensitive,’
bit by bit banning those you hate
until there’s nothing to talk with.
Trying to limit what we think
by attacking what we say,
hoping to block off all the routes,
so we’re forced to go your way.
A self-satisfied Big Brother,
only much less competent,
you are a P.C. fascist,
and you can all go get bent.
Then you went for our religions,
no rival can your faith bear,
they warn against depravity
so of course you jump in there,
saying that it’s all civil rights,
every madness, every sin;
proclaiming that our moral codes
are evil with your spin.
Seeking to strip away our heats
so we’re easier to control,
you are a P.C. fascist,
your souls have long grown cold.
Next you declare that we should all
just ignore reality,
that man is woman, woman man,
please ignore biology.
Then when we don’t buy the nonsense,
you get mad and call the cops,
when even a dumb six-year old
knows your theory is a croque.
So you just stomp your feet louder,
screaming about how we’re wrong,
you are a P.C. fascist,
the world is better with you gone.
Then there’s your angry rent-a-mobs,
who will only ‘punch fascists,’
defining them as everyone
that you disagree with!
They must’ve been asking for it
’cause they dared to disagree;
but even two-digit IQs
know you are the real Nazis.
You P.C. fascists are a chain
wrapped around the human mind,
the true enemies of freedom,
a disgrace to all mankind.
Taoism
is about LeftBrain Win/Lose Yang
when divorced from Win/Win Yintegrity
And also about
Yang/Yintegrity
Ego/EcoSystemic
bicameral
multiculturally Green
democratic Win/Win
BiPartisan Yang/Yintegral Communion
Taoism
is about Yang personal experience
of feeling self-satisfied,
healthy EgoCentering
And also about further Yintegrity needs,
ecosystemic challenges
for resiliently optimizing wealthy EarthComPassion,
global climate polycultural
health/wealth resonance.
Taoism
is about Yang's non-violent communication
remembering past win/win health/wealth values
resonantly felt Truth
and democratic TribalTrust;
multicultural memories
of matriarchal ego-personal experience
And also
about Yintegrally holistic needs
to nurture compassionate
co-empathic multicultural communion,
singing gospel folk dances,
green indigenous eco-communication
re-imaging future win/win wealth resilient
LeftBrain win/lose dominant challenges
Against,
disassociated competitions in-between
cognitive Left/Right affective dissonance
wounding
degenerating Earth's monoculturing
nationalistic
bipolarizing ecopolitical red climates
of StraightWhite Western
military violent
capitalistic RightWing narcissism.
Taoism
is about why all Earth life-systemic
organic cultures
ask Great Green EcoTransitional Questions
About Yang's past Change experience
divorced from Yin;
unfettered self-satisfied narcissism
natural/spiritual pathology,
Anti-Yintegral's Green Communion feelings,
persistent addictions to fear and anger
about LeftBrain monocultural supremacy's emergent history
predicting BusinessAsUsual
EarthExtractive
faster and FasterSchisms.