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I am scrolling down hill,
folding the pills,
elongating the tree's
and simplifying the breeze,
I am a song to be played-
earlier than you might say
in the day,
when hearing is a complaint
and danger is delayed,
but you are a spade,
to be wondered and craved,
you are your own way,
with the sing of the slave-
underground-
above the haze,
glazed with the betrayed,
honed in on like waves,
so stubborn your gay-
holding on to the page!
Don't you walk that way!
Troubled little weaver-
always weavin' in and out of the days,
with your face,
and two others that may show you the way.
So...Whenever there is game,
whenever you are just being insane,
two others can ring your ping-
scratch at your lawn,
ease your bickering fawn,
who is ages old-
cranky and yet cold,
shines like the rivers of silver soles,
wasted and bold.
...Blanketing and broad like the system of the slots,
put in a coin so you can jog-
with your eye's,
and with your pogs,
fall to the floor,
while dude ranchers await cry's out the doors,
become single and slower,
dangerous like snow blowers,
manned by cats
with fake joints hangin' in their lips crowin,'
as they are growin,' croppin,'
and sowing,
the stage is set to start goin,'
but you stay all knowin'-
with the people out there- asses a blowin'!
Like the sound of the tick was that on it-
like the leaper out of time was so subordinate,
you know you could have grabbed mine,
you know about other ways to shine,
but still you sit and grind-
sleep and unwind,
base your catches on other famous people's finds...
I don't confide,
I really don't try,
I just hear god and ask about the water in the sky,
why doesn't it come down on African pride?
When they need it most?
When we know 911 proved evil the most...
But sit here and boast
and you'll hear gods jokes-
he's got what a man needs,
he's got you underneath a sheet,
so don't breathe!
Just start running,
got the mustard?
Pray for a plead,
because random people leave
while friends try and greet,
an acre of land with animals and plants couldn't please,
even if they spoke the language, and cured the disease,
sorry if I sound meek-
but pride comes when I'm done writing these...
I once knew a teacher who occasionally used the word ‘fiddle'. If perhaps he deemed something untrue or irrelevant; or if annoyed by students or otherwise disagreeable, he would simply say, “fiddlesticks”.
In the instrumental world of music, a fiddle is a violin. Have you read that Emperor Nero fiddled while Rome burned? And I once heard about a musical called, “Fiddler On The Roof”. But this is not the kind of fiddle that presently occupies my brain.
In nautical usage, a fiddle is a frame or railing on a ship’s table to keep dishes from falling off in rough weather. But 'fiddle’ of the high seas is not what I’m thinking about.
There’s such broad usage of a most simple word. Very interesting. Why, this most interesting word also addresses, ‘waste of time’. It also refers to being in excellent health, like ‘fit as a fiddle’.
O forbid that I should fiddle like Nero and ‘let things burn’. May I always be productive, never given to ‘wasting time’. But let me be energetic, useful, caring, and ‘fit as a fiddle’.
The word ‘fiddle’ also expresses one acting in a subordinate position, such as, ‘play second fiddle’. Finally! This is the ‘fiddle’ that I am talking about. If you have always been on top and driven to be number one or else, then perhaps the two spot is not for you. If you said 'no' when offered a VP position, or if you would never show up for a 6th man award, then second fiddle is not a good fit for you. Nevertheless, at some point, we all must ask the Gatorade question, “Is it in you? ” It took me a while.
After many years, I discovered a pattern in my life, and have come to believe that the pattern revealed the purpose of my life. Understanding my purpose
brought great peace.
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I am content to walk alone,
but to walk in company with others
adds vigor and passion to the journey.
Rumi
Good Taoists,
although I am not sure I actually know any,
refine their inclusively subordinate clauses,
and sentences,
and contracts,
and lives
Define eternally and mutually satisfactory gratitude,
anthrosupremely alone
LeftBrain dominantly apart
We camouflage EarthTribe's cooperative ecological praxis
producing win/win healthy outcomes
consistent with multicultural peak experience research
within human natural systems
Analogically synthesizing sacred principles of Earth's nature,
Her natural flow and spirited functions
Her decay and lifeless dysfunction;
like post-millennial PermaCulturalists.
But, Western Monotheistic Cultures
prefer more compassionate vigor in our strut
through this divinely manifest live-system
we inherited from Indigenous Elders past,
comparatively short-sighted
about EarthMother's healthy global future.
All newborns are experiential researchers of balance,
symmetry,
flow and rhythm,
form and beauty,
capacity and lack thereof,
time's sufficiency and spatial synergy,
and lack thereof.
Human children also evolve as recreative muses
of color, shape, paradigms, stories,
rhythms of patterned confluence,
and denigrated dissonance.
We can,
Taoist or not,
child or not,
use dissonance to show us our way
toward appositional confluence.
We are each compelled to survive,
and sometimes togathering thrive,
in this Tao way,
within double-boundaries of systemic spacetime trauma
and therapeutic imagination,
rooted in regenetic memory.
Imaginations grow intuitively fueled,
empathic powered,
passioned,
vigorous,
with polysystemic comprehension of Prime Relationship
P-Yang=NP-YinYin,
binomial win/win thermodynamic balance,
as +1 = -(-0)
co-binary eco-empathic.
Cooperative economic polycultural balance,
exploring inclusive oppositional subsidiarity
to optimize EarthDay's slow-growth atmosphere
as one EarthTribe Community,
both compassionate,
and, hopefully, still content
with being less lonely
hiding behind all our LeftBrain dominant
verbal camouflage.
Strikingly crafty logomaniac presents...
what else... his trademark blatherskite!
While sprawled comfortably
numb upon davenport
Iowa daily dose of poetic mishmash,
thus yours truly couches, kneads, sports...
his imponderable matted
swiftly styled balderdash
noah intent to kindle
potential ark enemy, nor abash
please pardon your
garden variety philologos,
preparing himself for backlash
he spouts nonsense words
with chutzpah and brash
his logorrhea affliction begets
meaningless rot i.e. namely ishkabibble,
where scapegoated test dummies crash
inscrutably, dumbly, busily blankly
boxing, blinking, batting... eyelash
hijacking, flouting, disregarding... covenant,
not causing corpus callosum damage
basically self made edict equals hogwash,
within one North American banana republic
predicated upon fiat gnash
trumpets blatantly non subliminal,
subordinate, subtle... ho hum
messages cuz bosh to liberty we smash
with most popular refrain
"send her/him back" cash
hearing purported dispensable
deportee with swash-
buck killing bravado
marquee, where klieg lights
blindingly broadcast in a flash.
"FAKE" mania loosed doth stall
refugees, where desperation witnesses
land of milk and honey,
perhaps some heading to Broomall,
who if necessary crawl
escaping forced sex trafficking poverty,
persecution, violence... downfall,
viz puppet government
tricked out noble (no bull) border wall
configured as demilitarized zone
hostilility spewing noxious,
poisonous, venomous gall
courtesy commander in chief
who essentially hoops to forestall
his impeachment proceedings
bristling, ranting, scathing... twitter feeds
spewing bosh raining hatred filled squall
spouting jingoistic rhetoric
atop anointed hall
of the mountain king
eerily similar to Taj Mahal
firing expletive epithets
assenting military mandating withdrawal
loosing vicious police and/or junkyard dogs
declaring no exemption against marshall
law innocence absolute zero guard
as sharp teeth nsync with flesh maul
cue hideous sinister laughter
welcome to danse macabre ball!
Off the train I hit the streets
and start laughing. This is ridiculous,
incomprehensible. How can innumerable bipeds
have individual inner lives. Why are they doing
what they’re doing? I have no answer
New York City but to also go about my business
in this case prepare for surgery, survival.
But why survive with so many exact replicas
to replace me? A swarm of ants or hive of bees,
social organisms they’re called, climbing
over each other, avoiding bumping and amazingly
making way, anticipating the sudden turns
and straight paths of others, strangers but brothers,
sisters incubating, the cells of a small
organ, nodes of a single semi-conscious organism.
The concept of a higher power that cares
for me is also risible yet how else
can I explain the surgeon and his team,
robots and magnetic resonance imaging machines,
all primed and trained to save my life.
They are not particularly interested in what
I do with my time. I am immediately
in love with the Irish brogue of the head nurse,
the Indian skin of the physician’s assistant.
The long extraordinarily thin
fingers of the famous surgeon. All
mine to savor (and the other cancer patients).
Back on the streets, rush to the train.
So many women to choose from! One
in fishnet stockings stands out, tall
calm, still, graceful. No cell, no hair, no hurry.
Yesterday’s suicidal thoughts: the mind
is a clever servant, insufferable master. Therefore,
meditate on this: absolute need, dependence on the Other.
I still like Hombre, The Shootist and Ulzana’s Raid
but realize those dead heroes
were subordinate to society: the gun manufacturers who armed them.
Thus, I go for cancer tests, accepting, not predicting results.
Hero accepting help.
A torrential rain following five days of flooding,
tornadoes out west busting up wooden towns
all because too many of us are hoarding plastic, herding electrons.
None of us know how it will end, what the outcome will be
(of our surgery). The best that can be said is
Don’t forget to breathe. And you might
as well believe in that higher power.
Thoughts of wisdom.
Now grandpa was a guy
A man I held up high
Everything he told me
I knew it was no lie.
All those facts he told
While lying in his bed
Waiting for his God
To claim that he was dead.
I was twelve years old
As green as green can be
But Grandpa always said
That I could see and see.
The stories that he told,
His good one liners too
They opened up my mind
I knew that they were true.
Do you want to know
What he would converse?
Like that backward poet
He always writes inverse.
He would often say
“you are like me son,
Just like an acupuncture
A good jab well done!”
Did I know that camels
Could always find an oasis?
Like Bakers only trade a recipe
On a knead to know basis.
Sometimes you carry stress
Until you feel encumbered,
But just you watch this space
A calendars days are numbered.
There are those that seem quite lucky
But they bloody cheat.
Just you think of this
A boiled egg is hard to beat.
Never go for credit
No matter how well dressed,
For like the Exorcist
It will end up repossessed.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
It did cause a commotion,
The silly bird was oiled
A poultry in motion.
Oh, see at Xmas time
You think that time it pauses,
But watch those Santa’s helpers
There only subordinate little clauses.
As for shopping centres
I know that they do sprawl
But once you’ve seen a big one,
I think you have seen a Mall
Never be a thief
Or take a quick backhander
You’ll end up with twelve months
Just like a calendar.
Grandpa he liked baseball
And going to the gym
That baseballs getting bigger
Then the ball hit him!
When it comes to writing
Don’t get in a mess,
To write with broken pencil
It really is quite pointless.
His last conversation it really was profound
Before he climbed Gods steps,
He said “Son,
Go get my Gin and Schweppes,
Appreciate the time you have
It is only Manana,
For Time flies like an Arrow
But fruit flies like a Banana.
Cheers Grandpa.
From the first of my birth
Until my dying days
I lived life expecting the worse in every case
Night times I couldn’t sleep
Seemed stress had me over whelmed
To strong to weep
A fatal crush no individual would care to keep
An unforgiving face no man was prepared to meet
Through the mud and water
Brutal thuds, a careless mans order
I smiled only to allow my spectators to live worry free
In my deepest thoughts
I only visualized those who would stand and burry me
Ashes to ashes, mysterious flashes
Unto my final lay
My surroundings seem to hurry me
What else is one suppose to do
A failing adolescent whom rose to truth
Dreamt upon soothing times
To remove me from these shackles in my mind
A prison, a convict’s yard
I couldn’t escape, seems the sun picks the bar’d
A broken ornament, a gift from the scar’d
The emotional down pours that reveal who we are
Who’s to say I’d never change
Only to grow to be the same tainted man
Reality dawns upon my blister painted hands
From alternators and scrap metal parts
Only to submit them to junk yards
For a true earned strained heart
That’s no lie; I learned my true hand to poverty
Casualties missing me, meant to be slobbery
Imprints of a father chasing after me
Now that the world prays me gone
I reside beneath my own shadow
Dwell against this concrete walk way all alone
No regret spots for me, suffering is my only home
Shall it be a merciful dawn, once it’s all shown?
Questions for which I can not answer on my own
Teary nights, not enough said in past conversations
Deep within your regrets I could feel you mourn
A painful constipation
Subordinate clauses, fallen from the wrong information
Now above the stars
I’m sheltered in my own constellation
So go on, bury me
To my enemies, this is the last of me
Please bury me
No interest in your sympathy
Bury me
using his nack for being
a leader.
he organized a power group
to lead his following
throught the changes that
would cause him
to be seen as Talus one !
He appointed someone
using the vision and goals
set forth by the visionary
Leadustry, he implemented
a process of training that allowed
those who were subordinate, to
increase there status and be
seen as someone who
is able to be leader, and
someone who can be champion.
Inspiring and leading for
the need of all involved
not processing to
hinder those
who
" those desperate enough to follow
are then gathered to be great among their
selves, unchallenged by the world they protect themselves from
guided me lead me that he who leads is ignorant of
what he is opposing" the Opposition Opinion.
The sense of urgency is spoken to
this now guided coalition
that strides to oppose the ways of the past,
to recreate a bright and more prosperous future
in the light of their knowing, they face the
"Beyond" a world were those who wish certain things
find favor to receive them. Short term gains and long-term gains
are gathered together to rank those who stand in line
to be number one.
Yet the Anchor reproaches' the bottom
to hold the ship to the surface. The realism, and scope of good times, until all the milk sours and all the people
cry, and they find someone to blame and
modes of operation to make aware the people
to stand gainst those they wish to be the bad guy. generating the success through the eyes of those they wish, to speak them as equal, when he wishes to marry
the other off set his engagement to say that he is natural.
speak ill of her and suffer
spoke the witch( as she disappeared)
I realized that they were different hear, She possed the pow'r to be the only person the men who wished to have her, to listen.
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.
Awhile back,
in the Dred Scott decision,
SCOTUS denied rights of citizenship
to people of color
"as a subordinate
and inferior class of beings,
who had been subjugated
by the dominant race..."
So, we need not dig too deeply
to rediscover where straight white male supremacists
and systemic racist allies
might find our strongest
most toxic heritage
language
beliefs
lack of inclusive discernment,
absence of multicultural intelligence
united citizens experience,
values of all people
for all creatures here below.
Anyway,
with this precedent in place,
we might similarly nuance the Citizens United language,
giving corporations the rights of citizenship
without the responsibilities of healthy stewardship,
authority to buy media speech
and heavily invest in purchasing political competitions;
This right more transparently unveiled
as the authority of a superordinate
and superior class
of capital-acquiring beings,
masters of organic Earth's climate degeneration
who have subjugated the unstraight
unwhite
unmale
suffering from non-elite lack of multiculturally appreciated face,
too slow race,
These assumptions
of who is SWM better than whom,
rooted in outworn
and unhistorical
and supremacist
win/lose environmental theories,
blossom as further toxic prejudice
against Earth's primordial health rights
and humane responsibilities
to repair damages,
restore peace of natural/spiritual
left/right
west/east
north/south cultural hemispheres
advocating resonant geopolitical balance.
How would such corporate persons be baptized?
And confirmed
to be raised in ways and means of a loving Creator God
rather than a competitive and jealously greedy Mammon?