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A problem with fundamentalist short-circuits
is their Left-dominant tendencies
over RightBrain polypathic-polyphonic resonant feelings.
Fundamentalism shrinks Left-RightBrain Both-And
WinWin ecopolitical thinking,
strategizing,
democratizing,
domesticating,
creolizing.
For example,
imagine your nationalistic domestic policies
to pit those who victoriously have
against marginalized and criminalized lepers,
parasites, really,
in your not-so-humble,
vaguely fascist,
opinion,
are not going so well
as you might have Republican conservationally predicted.
You need something
you know everyone, of importance, will champion,
so you point out that transgenderal confusions
are not appropriate to military-industrial's bottom-line
compete unto death
monoculturing focus.
Transgenders must, then, be an unnecessary economic liability
and political loyalty risk
because they aren't decisively anything fundamentally patriotic,
much less appropriately straight patriarchal.
Unfortunately,
for the fundamentalist Either-Or nonthinker,
without richly constant and diverse healthy relationships
with any ecopolitically multicultural depth,
what might sound like a political big win
over little inconsequential losers,
breaks down with actual one-on-one experience.
The anti-transgender agenda
breaks down because too many sergeants
and corporals,
lieutenants leaking counter-factuals
to admiring admirals
and generalist generals
about the long history
of incredibly excellent military-industrialized service
individual transgender personnel
in the thousands
have delivered in the past,
unlike a dysfunctional bicameral Congress
and a sociopathological White House;
whether a swampy, witch-infested dump,
or not.
Transgender co-intelligence
tends to understand
cooperative media economies
and political persuasion.
That's a bicameral nest of honey bees
you don't want to fundamentalistically mess with,
because they will make you look politically stupid
and economically bereft of moral integrity.
It's rather like believing health-assurance climates
of care-receiving
and for mutual healthcare-giving
is just a Democratic women's eco-survival issue
when your own nationalistic patriarchal prostate
is growing in a cancerous viral,
self-imploding,
wu-wei.
The Don, the Boss, El JEFE, El Patron mas feroz.
Born and bred to relinquish the rules, exploit the fools, and elude the FEDs
Andando sin cuerda en los calles de Medellin, Don Pablo nacio con hambre y
sed "Pues Claro mijo, por que yo no soy ningun estrella bonito. I came to
conquer this world, an d steal from Los Ricos." He'd say, thus being his
mission objective.
Medellin, Colombian wasn't you're everyday plot of Land or tale of glory.
Mountanous landscapes, alarmingly temptuous women, and love stories.
Cocaine paid the drug Cartels en route to the most lucrative drug trade
Escobar swore that he would dig his own grave, if he wasn't a millionaire
by the age 22, so he stole and he killed with cold-hearted skill engraved
into the Soul of a man possessed by El Diablo mas bravo que el Fuego.
El nino Pablito, un nino de Cielo... Gano todos sus Exitos sin nada de miedo.
Yeah, yeah, yeahh. He killed, he robbed, his thrill was the mob! So WHAT??
He was a sick man, a smart man, could form a mile of sand into contraband.
He was N-U-T-S. Pues si, claro caballeros, mas que todo Loco pero mas que
nadien Astuto. He bought land, he bought planes, he negotiated business
just by the drop of his Name. I won't judge, and I won't budge, the fact is
the man made so much money that FORBES had to nudge, he was rated.
In retrospect, history teaches us many lessons concerning human behavior.
You take a man from any walk of life and fill him with a tenacious Ambition
and it won't matter how the chips fall, because if he isn't holding the Ace's
he's strategizing to rig the deck of cards, already ahead of the races. Look,
Im not the guy you puts these guys in cuffs, and I ain't the guy that honors
this stuff, But I will tell you this -- Pablo Escobar understood something that
the rest of the world won't, or can't. Fear in the presence of action can and
will override ruling powers and force their submission. Lo llamaron un "Robin
Hood", y El Patron De Mal. Indeed, he figured out a way to divide and Conquer.
Understanding is something so afar
Left in this life with a never ending scar
Nobody noticing as they all look up at a star
Alone I am invisible something so bizarre
Not seen not noticed at all
I pick up and dial the phone but it wont even call
So I get in my car only for it to stall
Helpless on the side of the road no one cares I am in for a long haul
Finally hope tired in pain I become pressed against the wall
You all play me like a damn chess game
Strategizing and making a plan in trying to replace my name
Confronting thy person and they say the moves are false in which the proclaim
Trying to stiff me up and freeze my life and put me in a frame
Don’t play me because my name I can always reclaim
My anger is not that of a mystery
Behind every hurtful word or put down it has a history
There is pain behind a door you don’t even know about
So don’t say you know my life when you on the wrong route
Don’t use other people in my life you try to scout
If your fake and false my life you can exit out
Your vision is blind in which I can’t be seen
I would rather be invisible rather than you see something so un-clean
There is no vision that lies between
Your blind so don’t act new when I become mean
My maturity and knowledge grew out of this world once I turned eighteen
Why you can’t see is a disease and sorry there is no vaccine
Any word can spark a fire so think before you joke
Because the wrong word you say just may invoke
The things people say are dirty so don’t talk just get some water and soap and soak
Your words I can’t swallow so I spit them back so I wont choke
So don’t call me mean and tell me to calm down when you’re the first one that spoke
When your vision becomes clear then you will be able to see
That what I write about is deeper than any damn sea
In a kitchen with the dangers that lie around you will be
Stabbed the invisible you did with that knife
Forever and ever I will refuse to be played as a game so instead ill live a blind life
© Jeremy Fennell
The Passover Lamb
The dawning of the Passover Day in Jerusalem
had only just begun
but a conspiracy and deceitful lies
filled the city that day about the Father’s only son.
It was true there was more than just chatter
as mockery it to filled the air that day
and while Roman leaders and Pharisees were strategizing
Jesus alone slipped away to pray.
The tension in Jerusalem
now had mounted to a high fevered pitch
could they trap Him somewhere this night
could they pull it off without riot or a hitch?
For they knew many of His followers would be so busy
because they had so many things to do
preparing Passover meals and families in prayer
they were counting on this plan of theirs to attract only a few.
And while the disciples were all so excited
after all this was Passover Day
they went to prepare the supper for Jesus, “The Lamb”
while their leaders prepared their trap for Him to slay.
But what those leaders still didn’t understand
it wasn’t by their hand that He was to be caught
for He came to offer Himself, His all for us
knowing our redemption by His blood had to be bought.
All over the city of Jerusalem
the aroma of roast lamb, oh how it filled the air
but behind closed doors the Lamb of God
being whipped and mocked till His own blood covered His hair.
Then towards the last of His torture
a cross was placed upon His furrowed bleeding back
and because each step brought pain and agony
He fell under the weight of it for strength He did lack.
On the cross this precious Lamb
cried, Father forgive them for they know not what they do
and our redemption now finished and paid in His blood
for from Hell’s corridors He purchased back me and you.
Our world has not been the same
since outside of old Jerusalem that He died on Calvary’s Hill
and when this precious Passover Lamb from Heaven
rose from the dead, it is certain it never will.
Praise the Lamb for Sinner’s He was slain.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
9/6/1994 copyright
August 25th, 2019 playing round of bouncy bouncy broke bed
Just before stroke o' midnight
slated date above zee wife,
i.e. the missus, aboot
same width and height
(quite an oompa loompa),
she presented quite
oh...somewhat garrulous,
hilarious, illustrious...sight,
what with her
swelled up Betelgeuse orange
flesh somewhat sunkist bright
strove to bounce this light
resting, loafing, humming
like mister kite,
who always takes nap before sleep
got unstrung with minor fright
when both of us suddenly heard "thud,"
and driver side regarding single bunk
slumped noticeably lower, which excite
meant elicited presenting reedsy challenge,
and strategizing avoid rolling on floor,
a humorous lock horned dilemma plight,
she analogous to human meteorite
precariously propped, positioned, perched
courtesy eldest daughter,
who gave ample pillows fortnight
prior to relocating to San Francisco,
California, a stellar future
"star student" sought to ignite
where struggling dirt poor
mama and papa squeezed, pinched
jinxed financially tight
scrambling to remain homeless
which dire circumstance... right,
would immediately curtail
ample leisure time to write.
Out of necessity, we could live
in 2009 Hyundai Sonata until cold
temperatures idle forced us to hold
each other, this despite
my tendency to twitch, a told
foregone conclusion spelling misery
especially if the snoring mold
did doughy wife additionally
prone to scold
and get snappy if unable to affix
CPAP contraption told
to attach to face when lying down
to alleviate sleep Apnea
a common malady bold
forthright primary care physician
stated excess weight major
contributing factor never foretold
back in the day when spouse
light as feather, and yet
contradictory cuz each fold
of adipose tissue
increases her cost when
measured against gold.
There is an aura for the moment looking gloom
Closing in on climatic resolution known as high noon
Weather was dealt the color grey
Heavy clouds outdoor on this day
Blocking the sun from peeking through
Temperatures hot relatively cool
Glaring distractions are wearing nature’s shades
School year ready to hand out final grades
But months earlier an invader came out from the mist
Tying socialization wrists
Being a star taking the stage
Putting the world in a household cage
A viral infection
Criminally contagious facing nation’s united rejection
Traveling the world Covid 19 threatened global protection
Eluded handcuffs reality not having any vaccine injection
When international health did its inspection
A sick situation projected to fizzle
During summer when the north sizzles
A southern pop
Where CDC acts like a cop
Wrote the screenplay strategizing how to make the pandemic stop
Forcing the apocalyptic mission attempt to be a box office flop
Today they will try to collect money
To combat this issue defined ‘not funny’
Four go fore the green
Setting a sporting interacting scene
An opportunity to raise funds
Using an entertaining spectacle when is done
Donors will clap for those that have won
Then as the sunsets
Fast autos will fire off their jets
Under the light signed off by the moon
Creating the thought the holiday is not ruined
Flashy, colorful and cool
Racing at Charlottes’ speedway NASCAR’s crown jewel
Six hundred miles they will speed
Making it southern hospitality roaring like the General Lee
Hopefully, the Sunday message will be comprehended
No need to be defended
When staring at the military graves in rank and file
Knowing yesterday ended with Coca Cola and a smile
He spoke with his ego-systemic body
through his own eco-logical maturation.
She flowed bilateral time
with her ego-eco centering mind
incarnating Earth's humane regenerate economy.
Together they commune nature-spirit hybrids,
bicamerally creolic
co-redeeming care-giving spirits,
completing each holonic tridium of becoming
one within spacetime's ecological promise,
three-placed co-present economy
of trilateral political grace,
playing enculturing WinWin games
ego-eco creations of just right mentoring integrity
strategizing cooperative economic-logical health,
this Holy Trinity's supply and demand
for resonant triaged wealth.
He asked of this grey spirit,
Are we white or black,
male or female?
She responds in gray embodied script
Yes, both white and black,
patriarchs born of bodhisattva matriarchs,
yet not mature all white
and yet not mature all black,
and in-between our ecologic-economic natures meet
enspiriting cooperations
of integrity
with all trinitarian stories past enfolded
and all those yet wu wei unfolding
within Earth's potential bounty.
Each languaged life,
both embodied left and mindful right relational
internal political landscapes
dawning through Earth's renewal
of and for external climate health of bodymind
organic integration networks,
integrity of love's polyphonic wealth.
And so this marriage
of ego-capital,
wisdom's logical acquisition
and accumulating
and re-investing body,
with eco-normative mind
regenerates nature-spirit nondual wedded stories
co-arising through each reweaving
enspiriting
incarnate Promise Day.
A golden fish in the
Blui-sh ocean of love
A Flounder with no blunder
That makes me hover at yonder
Like a loose hook surfing for
A Deltan fish with a Yoruba scale
Dupsy, the Dace
Vaunting several medals with curtsy
Dabbling like a Dab in a race
Against the Lampreys and Spermaceti
I salivate endlessly beholding
Your rare but momentous beauty
Portable and wrap-able in
“War able” situation
Remember your twirling thighs
Flaunting without blemish
Your voluble hips like that
Of no one but J - LOOO
Helpless I remain setting
My eyes on your ever charming eyes
Winking at me with a smile
That graciously get you noticed
A voluptuous you remain.
Keeping our promise
Keeping my words
Keeping your covenant
To be with me all along
As a rodent in my Heart
As I re-echo to strive on
Until I become the Knight
And the war Lord of the People’s Army
Advocating for the less privilege
Mobilising and Strategizing for
A revolution to come
Where we will have a land
Full of honey, milk and
Manner from Earth
For the consumption of all
And sundry.
Then, I mean,
Then only
You shall proudly become
My Queen twisting your
Bakassi only in front
Of my Pennisular
Lest I forget
As you voyage along with me
In our historic sojourn
Am promising to continue
The witty-wagging moment
With seasonal wanderlust.
Alayande Stephen T.
23rd September 2005
2.30pm
Form:
My father,
My father is no special Man, if special is determined by 6 packs and built muscles.
Infact he is a good example of an African man who because of late eating has super-pack as stomach instead of 6 packs.
Baa mi
The man who through toils and sweats, tills the ground with hard labour as though he was sentenced by the almighty to be a labourer.
He prioritises providing for us over taking care of himself as he as sacrificed self on the altar of responsibilities.
Nna'm
Always in silence when finance is limited
Quietly strategizing the next move to ensure that the home is a home with provisions provided for the citizens of his kingdom.
He faces the odds of limited resources in the streets and enters each day with a coin or the promise of a coin for the next day.
Baba nna
I call you my spartan
For the twists and turns through impossibilities to ensure that I live a life of futuristic possibilities.
My father
I hope this letter shows you that:
"we see you"
We see your sweats in the seas of endless strivings
We see the pains behind your smiles
We see your unwavering love at the cost of your peace
We see you
Through all the inflations with no consideration of limitations
We see you father
And we love you.
Happy father's day father, for it is you who makes "being the head" a honourable job description.
Eagerly waiting for the moment
When I start my revolting movement
Much coveted sum is on the way
Soon I start making hay
While I ensure my security
Of course pretty financially
Hunting the new profession
My top priority of dollars-million
The moment the house is sold
And I receive the money. Behold!
My long sojourn comes to an end
As I choose the road with bend
Then I shift to my workplace
To avoid commute- i.e. needless
Thus I start gaining weight
With ample time to be a poet
Writing is my passion pursuit
I state this with no doubt
And keep versing superbly
With no kinship extra really
Strategizing will be my duty
Penchant and priority
Then kids’ education and career
Come into play their future
‘Earning, saving and strategy’
The mantra for my kid prodigy
Keen to cut off all ties
The unwanted bonds and lies
These 22 years were tortuous
Now it’s time I found joyous
Folks and mates unique
With solid moral specific
Thus my way will be open
To build a house of hopen..!
Only to invent a perennial source
Of income generation-the resource..!!
Earning-Saving-Strategizing
Praying-Fantasizing-Poeticizing
Flora Fauna Fellow Farmer Future Friendliness..!
Will Be My Mission with Eternal Liveliness..!!
(Sum-change in job- shift-earn-save-strategize-persona-kids edu-house-perennial income source-F5 and SPoetry)