How often do I hide in thick layers
of parading masks-- afraid to reveal
the hardened arrogance which denies
a vanity ruled by a sordid season -
those matriarchal flaws , cracks from
transgressions, and lesions of anger
over time's unhealed grievances.
I smile with resistance existing
through fragile acquaintances
to escape light's awakening
that could lead me out of life's pretenses.
So I hover drearily on bloodied nights
and run into the woods searching
for sages even wise thieves ,
who could offer me refuge
from this marrow sinking into
a litany of dirges, of love's requiem:
i must have grown dumb; I cannot
hear these hibuscus hymns...not even
tumbles of the song my soul never
seeks could assuage all my snuffed evenings...
How this darkened mind lies
upon his leaving... still,
vagrant psalms from a bitter farewell
bang like a shrieking gong...without end
DEFINING THE DEAFENING
Unhappiness isn't 're going through,
It’s thou we pretend to be.
Series of bio-and socio-cultural stage
That, Alter hormonal and physical change.
Everyone arrives via same matriarchal womb-
Why is it's same, When they want to change?
Isn’t it strange?
Erect by nurture, nature and norm,
Which grows aloud with past form.
Not outside, but within-
Oh! Peace, reach me please.
Don’t vapor like a musky cloud,
Drain Invincible poison out.
March, Oh austere mindset,
To bloom in borrowed hues.
Perhaps, deafening doesn't lie outside-
We breed it inside (individual).
Nobody ever talks about him.
He rules quietly in a matriarchal society.
He can easily be replaced.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
She collects souls to be their shepherd,
to keep them — and their short lives — safe.
All moments, catalogued
in the chaos and cosmos.
She watches them thrive.
Her curiosity appears as wit,
sharp with double entendres,
an intelligence cloaked in playful tongues.
She heals wounds that leave invisible scars.
She wraps her mind around others’ worries
and offers another way —
a kinder path,
a pulse of love
to all the sick, grieving, deprived,
and suffering souls.
She is the world’s mystical mother,
matriarchal in her tenderness.
Her questions don’t harm — they heal.
She opens hearts like a spiritual surgeon,
then stitches them back together
with hope and dreams.
Her love knows no limits.
She sits as the universe’s mouthpiece.
And I love her.
But still I sit and reflect —
how, surrounded by voices,
she may feel alone.
And I hunger to be her voice
when she is calm.
She is ethereal,
like holy smoke
rising from a sea of darkness.
The light —
it saved her.
And it burns.
When anthro-privileged consumers
of massive monotheistic miscommunications
replace faith in compassionate StatesMen
and bipartisan StatesWomen
with vainglorious hope
for straight white supremacist BusinessMen
Then what might have been a healthy
polycultural democracy
has now become just another nationalistic
monoculturing kleptocracy.
Sacred EarthMother
does not define
what matriarchal yin Beauty is,
and yet S/He seems to refine
what patriarchal yang Ugly is not.
Wiccan’s creed is
to no one do harm
to no animal, plant or human
Is it weird that male storytellers were so fearful
that a matriarchal society might come about
that they turned them into witches
and made them appear mean and ugly?
Not at all.
it was the norm
back in the day
hopefully we know better now.
Wiccan’s creed is
to no one do harm
to no animal, plant or human
Is it weird that male storytellers were so fearful
that a matriarchal society might come about
that they turned them into witches
and made them appear mean and ugly?
Not at all.
it was the norm
back in the day
hopefully we know better now.
From the Book of Integral Democratic Change
Straight White ego-patriarchal
colonizing
predative
mountainously universal
SunFather Poles
And unstraight
unwhite
uncapitalized
unmeaningful
secularized
shaded
merely ecofeminist
Yin-valleyed
EarthMother Unitarian Holes
Have become
Patriarchal
LeftBrain dominant
Either/Or Win/Lose risks
And yet also
Matriarchal
RightEarthMind prominent
Both/And Win/Win
warm wombed wet opportunities
Depolarizing bodhisattvas
respectfully
warmly
unconditionally
appreciating Holonic
Open-Systemic
EcoPolitical Integrity
Natural/Spiritual resilience,
body/mind resonance,
secular/sacred co-empathic
win/win Left/Right
Top/Bottom
EarthHealthy organic natural 1 poles
fill wealthy holonic
spiritual not not-0
root co-empathic chakra
for ego-wealth
of eco-health,
Win/Win resilient potential.
Drying under a sleepwalking sun
after a long swim
up and down
back and forth, steady, lazy strokes
until her body felt sleek and silvered
by the bright water.
Not bad for an old gal she thought
letting the warm air caress her mind.
There are appreciative busboys here
she is admired
as a matriarchal figure, an ancient goddess
a beautiful crone?
She smiles under closed eyelids
a thousand adoring hands
tingling her sacrificial flesh.
When I am gone,
in winter's timeless hibernation,
what will you be doing
with this sanctifying place
in time's healing space
refueling mortal rememory?
When you peer here
in summer's eternal play
what could I begin feeling
in such sadly glad sanctifying
pre-winterizing grace
In spacious golden
compassioned imaginations,
thoughtfully rebuilt
green cooperative restorations
Softening fear of sacred matriarchal loss
and not enough attention
Anger's trauma scars
replaced with AnthroHope
we might, one day,
receive EarthMother's
health and safe wealth dope
honorable midsummer mention
Fair-weathered
and rich-soiled
divinely humane
transtheistic rooted
polyvagal neuro-systemic structure
rebooted
Bilaterally reset
to sacred indigenous Win/Win
summer/winter
anticipating souls.
She raises her façade to greet the dawning sun;
Yggdrasil a goddess, the empyreal one.
Tree of life, tree of hope, in sunlight’s kiss;
nurturer of the winged, in ethereal bliss.
She births her children with or without light;
nature’s sacred, matriarchal and wizened sprite.
Fronds of green, adorn her brow while
varied lichens are sprouted on boughs.
Nine worlds she guards, this venerable soul;
nine worlds her gasp will forever hold.
Concepts held of cosmogony;
concepts of origins of anthropogeny.
Symbol of the great of visica piscis;
a link of Tetragrammaton devices.
A soul is born of spiritual essences;
into many lives, existence coalesces.
The circling
revolving nature of Earth
spirits spiraling change
through seasons of light and dark
spaces emergent
and recessive
times and seasons emergent,
sometimes obsessive
About our aging human nature
of LeftBrain spirited people
to resist change,
the unknown
noisy risks of trauma,
abuse,
emotional neglect
And to further resist
restrain
strain against
the awkward
the embarrassing
the humiliating
shaming
blaming
Judged an anti-social health risk
safety risk
immoral behavior risk
anger and violence risk.
Thank Gaia
for pushy green cooperative
co-governing ecofeminist
network
systems
Recreating polytheistic sacred myths
matriarchal sabbath legends
medicine women
wise old women
domestic economic circles
nonzero open wholistic sensory-neural systems
Win/win resilient
resonant
cognitively virtuous
resilient
trauma-prevention networks.
We care for our cooperative
incorporated Community
of health and safety faith
by caring with
and for sacred
regeneratively hopefilled
Earth
ReMembering
fertile orgasmic Earth
and serene Water
shared EarthCare
to bare our mammaled sensory
sexual
sacred emerging intentions
born of EarthMother wombs
Incarnating matriarchal eggs
and patriarchal sperm
into safe
and healthy aging
EarthTribal caring minds
with trusted bodies.
My matriarchal genetic line
of narrative
not quite sublime
resonantly erupts
regeneratively abrupt
Loves repeating
robustly carnal wisdom's long
drawn out song
Continuously unabated
with unconditional
transgenerational regard
something emerging more positively
than simply not not hated
Unlike our discontinuous patriarchal lines
drawn win/lose competitively
dominating lies
across sandy soils, now quaking
under shaking stubborn feet
awaking.
Where Mom will wake
each morn to greet
this life feels glad
to peacefully repeat
While Dad will scowl,
invoke defeat
his love was lost
in-dust-trials
of empty sad
manufactured repeat.
Monotonously monotheistic
monopolizing maniacal statistics
monoculturally atheistic
monochromatically dominating
anthro-supremely
down with EarthRights
hedonistic.
A minute to make a moment
the instant to endear
A vow to make a marriage
more committed year to year
A ribbon to make a bow
once the tie is fastened right
A hope turned into wishes
wrapping tidings ever tight
A man begets a son
with his legacy passing on
A matriarchal mother
making lullabies of songs
All time forever timeless
past—future in default
As fate unlocks eternal
the Muse inside your vault
(The New Room: June, 2022)
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