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Suppose the Enemy invades your town.
No cellphones, then: no Instagram,
no Rachel Maddow, there to break it down.
The only thing to do, if in a jam,
if lacking WhatsApp or Securicam,
is send a runner out, to warn your friends.
They’ll thank you warmly, when the danger ends.
The menace of the moment? Marathon
was under siege by eastern hordes (that’s Persian).
Victorious here, they’d soon descend upon
immortal Athens. Such a vile incursion
could not be countenanced. The better version
was beating the invader where he stood.
“Our name would live for ever, if we could!”
In one respect, the West outstrips the East.
(You think me xenophobic? Hear me out!)
To us, a king, a noble or a priest
is merely one of us: though he may shout,
he’s nothing special, has no inbuilt clout.
We don’t like tyrants. If we make a plan,
we all invest in it, as best we can.
The eastern mind, you’ll find, incurs more losses
because the mass of people, uncommitted,
does what it’s told by oligarchs and bosses.
The social ranks, compliant but not knitted,
will not withstand the enemy. They’re pitted
against free men. The Persians, soon depleted,
threw down their spears, were easily defeated.
But Athens needs to know what happened here.
The mother-culture needs our expertise:
no hoarding, boarding, fractiousness or fear.
We need a man to put our friends at ease:
who should we send? Of course! Pheidippides!
Amigo, you’re our runner: it’s you who’s
entrusted with the bearing of the news.
How many miles to Athens? Twenty-six!
Pheidippides would do it at a run.
This wasn’t boring, petty politics:
the threat is dead – democracy has won!
He disappeared into the setting sun.
The allies were apprised of Marathon’s pride:
Pheidippides, job done, exhausted, … died!
Why do I need to keep all my inside voices
speaking nicely with each other?
Expressing positive attitude,
gratitude for grace
and curious outside opportunity
feels much too positive to me.
It's a robust Ego requirement,
An inside health and safety regulation.
That sounds like a federated government requirement
to open the door
so outdoor voices can tell me how to be grateful
for their underwhelming help.
Exactly.
OK. That is sooo inside only useless
lack of information.
What I'm trying to ask
is WHY are interdependent and resilient ecotherapeutic voices
an Ego-governing requirement?
Because this is a health democracy,
not a chaos anarchy,
which requires not feeding and watering
your elitist inside pathologies,
anti-matriarchal
and racist
and generally xenophobic through germaphobic
deep dark isolating
unsustainable fear
and anger
and active distrusting Voices.
That may be left and all right
but I never meant to take inside or outside voices all that seriously
or to hurt hurting green people
or sacred animals
or deeply rooted plants
with Them,
except maybe the mosquitoes and the weeds.
It may be that elitist human ego attitudes
have more in common with blood-sucking
parasitic
swarming mosquitoes,
and wealth-extracting
monocultural weed patches
of run-away overpopulated lack
of viably balanced consumer/producer economies
and ecotherapies
than any of the other insects
and edible and more ornamentally beautiful-voiced plants.
You make Egos and governing regulators
sound like an infested parasitic thing.
Not at all my intent.
These are,
at our best,
cooperative health facilitators.
Allies of all our multiculturing inside voices
singing therapeutically enriching harmonies
danced with full mindbody resilience
all across Earth's reforesting
healing re-enchanted skin.
Why, again, do we want to hear all our outside voices
speaking cooperatively with each other?
Taking slow-grown peaceful turns
singing and dancing
through multicultural green-line grace
I can, at last, begin to see
why Trump reminds himself, assiduously,
of Republican Party CoFounder Lincoln.
He believes, as did Lincoln,
it is our time to redress
winnings v. White male supremacy over slavery,
and women,
and children,
and Earth Herself,
and xenophobic racist losings
of the U.S. Civil War.
Except, one critical difference,
While Trump fuels patriotic investment
where Red States once were hate and fear exhausted,
Lincoln sided Republicans
and all his other multi-party Cabinet,
with defining patriotism
by where Blue States
are climates of health and freedom
now growing,
if the Red States would just join with us
in moving on toward
our multiculturally polypathic cooperative rewards,
the spoils of UnCivil Wars long gone.
It seems likely
Lincoln's Republican remains
are turning black and bluer
in his green-grassed grave.
Trump Shields The US From Becoming A Carcass Full With Ants
Trumps draws a line in the sand
He's shaken all the trees in the land
Call him whatever, okay an ass
Yet keep in mind his motto USA first
From the civil war to now
No other's brought out the plow
Like how Trump has outlined in his model
In stomping his foot down full throttle
In Trump's twelve days in office
He's raining on the bureaucratic chorus
Telling big business to fear
Of outsourcing jobs from here
He's taken on the pharmaceutical giants
To lower their prices, and be more compliant
He set a visa moratorium on 7 Muslim countries
Prompting protester's chastises, so bluntly
He's opened dialogue for domestic oil exploration
Setting the country's future more self reliant of oil importation
He's befriended the Brits, and hired a cabinet of friends
Some of which are the richest, so one hopes it pays dividends
To this he silences his, what, ... critics?
By calling them, okay, ... idiots !
Trump's IQ some say it's one of the tops
One hope pressure doesn't make it pop
Trump also seen as grandstanding his wall
For the Mexican President to take the fall
Yet he may be right on all of this
For it's a lot of walkovers from the border
That's soaking up the jobs, social and welfare
Taking up space for the ones already here
Trump may be xenophobic and not a tulip or rose
But he can't be accused of tiptoeing in
He needed to stem the colony of ants
Instead of letting them bred and expanse
connie pachecho
2/1/17
In the battlefields, weapons are volatile.
When the sinister charm of the angel of death preaches the gospels of chaos.
When the greed of bloodthirsty people defiles the purity of freedom, equality, fraternity, solidarity and justice.
In the mournful eyes of thirsty, hungry, exhausted and terrified soldiers, the tears of human savagery escape.
While the dramas continue endlessly.
The hills of skulls grow, the torn remains of heroes pile up.
The sad records of crimes against humanity are constantly being surpassed.
The overexcited parrots of war preachers repeat the xenophobic, supremacist and apocalyptic discourses of their alienation.
Testimonies of the horrors of their demonic madness are widely disseminated.
Innocent souls are sacrificed for vain bounties.
The smoking ruins of their shattered empire incense the dreams of these massacred destinies.
In the veins of their warriors blinded by barbarism, flow rivers of sorrow.
The throne of infernal power has never been underground.
These apostles chained the majority of human beings with the chains of hatred.
On the battlefields, the reaper reigns supreme.
Where is peace, where is this sweet heavenly light,
In this putrid world, trapped in the horrors of war?
Where is the love, where is the tender divine spark in this tumult of destruction?
About that I thought I knew something
But I was incorrect, I knew nothing at all
Clarity came in the form of a person from that country
Disguised as a pleasant person, she straightened me out
Enthusiastically helping me to sort out my preconceived notions
Fantastic conversations ensued, where I was enlightened.
Generosity of her spirit seeped through as she educated me.
Hatred and prejudice has no place in our hearts, she told me.
I agreed wholeheartedly, and resolved to be more flexible in my thinking
Jubilant feelings of hope and empowerment came to visit.
Kindness toward a variety of people came prancing forth
Love for other’s cultures, appreciation too, not mere tolerance.
Making my world wider and more inclusive.
Never again will I automatically push someone into a box.
Optimism sprang forth as I opened my thinking,
Positive thoughts flooded my soul
Quietly yet steadily I began to reach a bit further
Respecting what others can teach me about their world.
Self-fulfilment is somehow easier now.
Truth is never absolute.
Universal inclusion is possible.
Victory is about your willingness to listen and learn.
We love who and what we know.
Xenophobic ideas can be trussed into boxes and tossed into the river.
You can learn to like something about every single person.
Zeal and zest zings into my heart as I welcome new ideas and cultures.
Recently broke free from the chains of apartheid
the bottom region of the second largest island
possessing three power houses to the usual one
and one of the local champions spare heading its region.
It has its own share of true records
housing both the smallest and largest plants.
The only volunteer to abandon programs of nuclear developments
and boasts of a population worthy of a global market.
From the cheapest electricity to the largest wine route,
to the train which is most enjoyable and expensive
and a street shined on by two golden stars,
but now gradually becoming a chronic and xenophobic addict.
Emotional sequestration perseverates
across thine time warped
weft wise wold,
sans interpersonal stagnation
flourishes as oft twice told
tale a boat amidst derelict hollowed
moldering scull - sacrificed stranglehold
did potential..., now bankrupt acquaintanceships/
friendships get out sold
agonizingly excruciatingly
jujitsu physically writhing
front row seat occupied -
whereat direct view of scaffold
penurious adolescent Anorexia Nervosa
plagued decades prior fraught
psychological, neurological and illogical
repercussions steam rolled
natural heterosexual propensity
stifling, stinting, and stymying this old
morosely jinxed kerfuffle inciting,
hermetically heat sealed,
tightly bound stinging
straitened yellow jacketed
bee devilish mold
hogtied hold, pig in the poke,
xenophobic-ally
fastened, galvanic hold
wrenching vice grippe
fiercely extolled sterile lackluster
human existence devoid cold
hence, imperative ambition
to act forthright and bold
before advanced age
finds this wordsmith additionally auld.
This solitary reader quests doth newt plead
per outreach need
without supplicating, lionizing, boot mead
dee eight ting, enticing Nietzscheism lead
me by thine pug nose,
nor doth this passive heretic - heed
ding perseverance
without selfishness nor greed
aye only seek to be freed,
where ambivalence to enjoy life exceed
sharing soulful travails yes in deed
foster repartee with persons no matter creed
faith, intelligence, nationality breed
united by state worthy charisma agreed?
One cooperative way to take back disempowering choices
is to teach and mentor our young
not to give empowerment
to disempowering plutocrats,
anti-democratic Win-Lose supremacists,
when casting ballots
and when choosing whom to invest in
and whom to listen to
and whom to read
and whom to invite
into our cooperatively-owned,
non-violent,
mediating communication places.
Asserting mutually-held rights
to speak your healthy
or unhealthy
mind,
usually a dipolar hybrid of healthy and unhealthy consciousness
of creative and decomposing power analysis,
experience,
ego-reflection and eco-deflection,
does not further stipulate
investigative journalists
and actively healthy children
are required to hold oppressive microphones
while NegativEnergy moves from one ageist,
sexist,
racist,
homophobic,
xenophobic remark
toward its inevitable egocentric last LoseLose gasp.
It seems awkward
and embarrassing
to listen to,
much more speak,
such ignorance
given full disenculturing volume,
space,
listening sit-spot place
inside millions of health-vocational outdoor daytime voices
and nighttime terror lives.
One cooperative way to hold empowerment
is to invest only in PositivEnergy,
rather than NegativEnergy anti-democratic,
reinvest in goodfaith-investors,
healthy trust co-operators.
If the medium
is at least part of the message,
then the lack of media,
absence of listening,
is at least part of non-violent communication
to free PositivEnergy good faith speech
restoring health with cooperative all.
With all the impeachment talk,
worried about ecopolitical Trumpian aristocracy,
five more years of narcissistic nonsense,
of white privileged entitlement
of second and third deadened generations
of rich by kleptocratic theft,
Republican APart-heid Oligarchy
I keep wondering
and stressfully worrying
about lack of attention
to everyday Business As Usual
Republic for Religious WhiteRight
Oligarchy,
An overpowering sacred and secular government
in which all divine Power
is invested in a few WhiteFragile patriarchs,
a missionary dominant LeftBrain class,
evangelically predative,
corporately patriotic,
a self-anointed segregated sanctuary for PeronsalDivineTruth
and xenophobic distrust of OtherTruths,
I smell a cancerously monocultural government
by the supremely self-selected few
made in God the WhiteFather's true capitalist greedy corporate image,
jealous
self-righteous
competitive against Earth-worshiping beauty,
NeoFascists
of My One Way,
My Republic
for which Capitalist Business Stands In For Truth,
My smugly Elitist Life,
Heedless of Earth's incumbent
all-inclusive
radically democratic recombinant
multicultural Death, decisive
Without any future hope
of further Oligarchical Republics
for RightWing Rapture.