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Cat
Once I had a cat who loved to wear shirts,
More than he loved anything else
He was an odd cat
Barely a cat at all
He loved shirts,
And baths,
He loved all food,
Except peanut butter.
He could jump straight in the air
As high as my head,
So we named him Roo,
Short for Kangaroo
And after the character in Winnie The Pooh
But he was more of a heffalump or woozle
A wild creature
Who ran around the house
Nipping at heels
And terrorizing the other residents
He was more of a legend than a cat
Disappearing for days on end
Before returning fat and happy
And smelling of smoke
I loved my wild heffalump of a cat
The one who loved baths,
And shirts,
Who lived for creature comforts,
But hated peanut butter.
Who could jump straight in the air,
And make a mad dash for someone's ankle.
I love my wild, weird, little woozle
Who vanished into the night
Always an enigma
A legend
A mystery
A heffalump.
Climate change
is to unitarian instincts
as global terrorism
is to universal resonance.
Voting for Trumpian terrors
as a vote for change
to drain Washington's swamp
is one of the confusions of our ecopolitical lexicon,
allowing a pathological climate against healthy change
when we need a healthy climate for stabilizing
swamps in their best ecosystemic places
and capital city re-investments
in our diverse creolizing ecopolitical spaces.
Climate therapies urgently needed
for stabilizing creolic chaotic swamps
in their better and healthier locations,
presumably no longer to include Washington
or Moscow,
are therapies of 0-core bicameral mindfulness
and internal/external co-arising peace.
Budgeting and planning to invest
in more and ever more military offensive change
is not a healthy wealth of defensive strategy.
Calling military offense our strongest defense
does not make a terrorizing offensiveness
more politically or economically palatable climate choice.
Militaristic
nationalistic offensiveness
is to change our swampy climate of jingoistic cheap patriotism
by growing it into a fear-mongering Colossus,
not draining us out and in past Lady Liberty's beacon Promise.
Our commercial and commodified Trumpian cities
have sold us
what they have told us
we must industriously want to ecopolitically buy.
But, that does not change
universal and unitarian truths,
distinctions between climate health
and ecopolitical landscapes of pathology.
Selling climate change denial and ever more military offense
further accelerates our global climate of now critical illness,
which is unjustly the opposite
of climate therapy
beginning within each and every
0-sum WinWin polypathic heart
and nondual mindbody
co-arising internal
toward external
ego-peace informing eco-justice.
Climates change
therapeutic unitarian instincts
as global terrorism
scares the patriarchal pants off
naked universal-matriarchal resonance.
Marco Rubio
reminds
marchers against automated gun violence,
their pilgrimage views
oppose
what many TrueBlue Americans
support
as Second Amendment Rights.
Why hide
your own NRA Red supported agenda
You cannot politically
and economically afford
to be found
in this wrong?
So let's explore
with colonial ForeFathers
their Original Democratic Health Intent:
How sure are you
they
and their wives
and mothers
grandmothers
and children
would have supported
your right
to have a military-grade assault rifle
in your self-defensive closet
and in those of all your neighbors
and your most feared racist
fascist
rabid
AmericaFirst monocultural
public competition schooled
enemies?
How sure are you
that these students
and their parents
and their grandparents
marching against automated violence
actually oppose
your right to domestic self-defense
as originally intended
by patriots of polycultural democracy
and matriarchs of domestic family health?
Why is it,
do you think,
so many Second Amendment protected Americans
are marching
on and in and toward
state and national and international
cities
to remind you
They too are Americans
with proud and loyal Second Amendment
and First Amendment,
on around through all Amendment
rights to Sacred Unity,
Public and Private Health Welfare,
Left and RightMind and Body Happiness
They too are USA domestic residents
and tax payers
who believe the Second Amendment
is not whatever and however the NRA
competitively
and toxically define
and refine
and exegete it
So much as
whatever and however Original Health-Intending Democrats
cooperatively refine
and systematically define
domestic self-with-other defense
of WinWin
freedom from assault repression,
terrorizing depression,
racist and sexist suppression
Freedom for MotherEarth
wise economic
and political expression.
When I was six-years-young
The attack of the fifty-foot woman was born.
I saw the signs, of course, but could not imagine
Why anyone would be afraid of a fifty-foot woman
having no concept of how women behave sometimes.
I do not believe I saw the movie until I was twelve.
It was terrifying and terrorizing, and I was terrified.
The woman was ripping signs off of buildings,
and throwing things around in a giant rage.
Like some women do, when they get frustrated.
I do not care to ever see it again, but I do know
at twelve, when you are realizing how your body is changing
and you are a girl, who likes to not have messy things around,
you can relate well to this kind of rage.
I was throwing things around myself.
O pilot of my whole being! O Soul! Spirit! Atma!
O, you that leads me to the absolute Paramatma!
O, I yearn to connect with you! Communicate! Converse!
O, I long to touch you; feel you; in you to get immerse!
I'm as weak as a jellyfish; unable to hold me,
I try all the ways, to go within, like novice rishi;
I explore my self - like a saintly sage - my past, present,
I try my focal point; to this my energy I spend...!
Do I, like greedy rich, lean on my material wealth?
Or, like hypochondriac, overanxious about health?
Or, as orthodox mice, raffle-rousing, terrorizing?
Or energy wasted thinking of adversely acting?
Now, like an alchemist, I tread into my magic lands,
Like a researcher - study, synthesis, weigh wetland sands;
Like a naturist, explore beauty; ponder! Contemplate!
Like farmer, plow; manure; cultivate; irrigate; harvest!
I examine my frequent existence; stop, look, and walk!
I wait for signs from within; only inner voice I talk!
I place my hands, on my heart, and question my intentions,
I make my yatra within; walk moved by intuitions...!
02 January 2022
Love is indeed a strange realm....
from the perspective of the inexperienced-
terrorizing, hypnotizing and suspenseful-
in the thought that the Love many speak of,
that many claim to live by...
can be cloaked with all that seems good for the soul,
yet saturated deeply for many days in something most fowl....
Sometimes, the valley to the truth of Love is clear...
other times,
it is merely a matter of one foot after another....
and the rest, it seems,
remains in that mysterious step beyond ......
into mists we either master or abandon...
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Some musings
September 13, 2014
Consider a beehive
and/or an ant nest,
and call it holistically holonic,
egoQueen and eco-proletariat balancing regenerativity,
Beloved cycle-climaxing Community.
Now look at the manual/womanual service sector
as co-responsible co-redemptive CareGivers
and the cooperative-matriarchal Queen
and her fertile multigenerational authoritative function
as perfect CareReceiver,
co-investing in long-term mutual future optimization returns
of healthy regenerativity
continuously slow-growth projected
for long-term CareGiver/Receiver health-wealth abundance,
resonance,
recycling resolution.
Now notice,
while we might see bee and ant ecology of CareGiver/Receiver
as synergetic
mutually co-relational prime relationship,
yet the CareGiver employment sector
in LeftBrain dominant human eco-politics
has become increasingly competitive WinElite-Receivers
contending with Loser-NonElite CareGivers.
Wealth receivers
and health service providers,
domestic matriarchal nurturing laborers
have turned what was rich neurological nutrition
into a ghetto employment sector
for those who have nothing more valuable to offer
our capitalist-survivalist Either/Or
monoculturing degeneration
Over-feeding CareReceivers into WealthHoarders,
growing resentful UnderCaste revolutionaries,
revolting against prisons and detention camps
around shrinking service economy ghetto-dwellers
with full-growing feelings of over-populated futility,
competitive Lose-Wealthy/Lose-Healthy
terrorizing/terrorist rabidity.
For healthier cooperative ownership and self-governance,
consider a beehive
and/or ant in nature/nurturing matriarchal nest
of appositional BothGiving/AndReceiving role identification,
rather than EitherGiving OrReceiving Win/Lose
LeftBrain egocentric anthropocentric dominance
CareReceiver un-naturally authoritarian and disempowering,
predicting further Winner v Loser degenerative trends
of narcissistic grazing and hazing,
feeding off LowerCaste CareGivers
rather than feeding and breeding with.
O brother, how gladly we speed away from each other, in earnest.
To each, his/her face mask. Already we are all dead, dragging our feet
to our grave. No one spares his strength on shoveling dirt in the cemeteries. Cities of murder cry for vengeance. Are you fool enough to stay? It's a cause akin to our ancestors who vanished in rough seas, all pain and rogue. When you've reached my age, that's exactly what you do, rise defiant against our rotten core. That wanton company of hope is safely delivered to trash bin. I
may even one day boast of a proficient 'rebel without a cause', bracing for new sensations. I notice that people hate me, repulsed by my foolishness. Take me to your serene circle. Poets and the public are both pathetic. Phantasmagoric pandemic reigns, in its twilight we play the daredevil, it may yet provide a token of fun. Aghast, it pushes us below the cliff, spoiling our fun. I ring the hero within in its web of doubt. It knows how to advance against all the rubble.
To sun and moon I pray, of the flames of faith I have no dearth. Beseeched by far horizons, aware of the grace, the injury to fear. You are not who you are supposed to be. Stop terrorizing your soul. Forgive the tired jest, modestly entertain the possibility you may be wrong in your conclusions. Razor sharp reconsiderations, like a capsized vessel, I salute you captain, please explain which star shines so exquisitely indulging your fantasy? That's an assumption you have no right to make. Nothing affects a captain's conduct. A catastrophe provokes trouble but doesn't give you the license to peddle the intellectual traits breathing arrogance.
To hold a peaceful air, break in radiance the horned beast spreading stealthy. It has achieved its goal, won over every soul, but yours. You should pass the muster with honor if you stop wrestling with the truth.
The storm becomes darker roaring like a lion,
Freezing the pieces that are left behind this broken heart,
Times up…
What we once knew isn't clear anymore,
Once lovers are now zombies chasing us in this apocalypse I call life,
Our haters that bully us become our worst nightmares,
But yet they give us fuel to keep going, not giving up half way there,
Stay strong, young one,
By the way is ok to be alone with no one by your side,
I stay away far away from everyone, for I do not trust society,
Not even my own shadow do I stand close to…
Among us are crowds of strangers,
Some happy...some down...
Others fuming in a terrorizing sound
And as I am surrounded,
Though I am positively crowded,
I am so desperately alone here
As if these strangers never existed..
As if existence itself is merely a dream,
A sleeping dragon's never-waking nightmare,
Withholding wisdom that a mere figment of the imagination
Could never DREAM to attain
Locked in this chamber of disdain
Oh how long have I waited
For some seaside rain
For the antidote that will heal all of these infected
To find true love resurrected
Don't be ashamed of this hope that clings on
Do not be torn by the majority that say you are wrong...
For within the depths of hate and darkness,
An indestructible strength will emerge
Immune from life's sickly, demented surge
A unique blood running through the body and soul
Creating in you depth, endurance...and control
Your heart will glisten in the tears all around
Because no matter what happens, you will always be moved
You will NEVER become a heart of stone
But a martyr fighting for what's right
In the hope that someday
Darkness will meet light
In a balance that will only generate
Smiles...and bountiful laughter
The storms will roar on in pursuit of our souls...
But their blows are so far behind us as we soar
Into an endless ocean-shimmering sky
Only love will drive us—and the rest that binds us—
Say goodbye
-A collab with my good friend Guillermo Soto!!! Thanks for writing to me, love!
Disillusioned
I’ll smile just as expected
I’ll do just as you please
‘Cause only smiling seems to make
The terrorizing cease
I have to mind the people
Opinions may abound
Impressions should not raise a brow
I shall not make a sound
I have to mind your status
I have to check my mood
I can’t just make my feelings count
It won’t do any good
I’ll swallow every sorrow
I’ll keep my lips in check
I’ll see to it that when they stare
I charmingly smile back
Inward I’m slowly dying
Not that it means a thing
I will make sure that no one knows
I will survive each sting
Somehow I seem to manage
I’ve found a way to deal
I’ve learned to keep on smiling
When I would prefer to squeal
And smiling has done wonders
I reckon happily
But the only one left to convince
Is the disillusioned me.