FACINATION
a certain awe
a kind
of reverence
illustrated
mediated
fancifully
conceived
an executed
fantasy
through
a
virtual
film
immersed
in trepidation
a vast moodscape
iof seriousness
&severity
both immediate
& passionate
driven
images
the seed
of inspiration
unforgettable
the
transgressive
&shattered
mythic tropes
manipulated
about nature
&purpose
art so
invigorating
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SENTIMENT
commitment
highly personal
orthodoxy.
in
modern values
so
enigmatic
a
tableaux
displayed
an inward
looking
response
a
temporary
reaction
ushering
youthful
fervour
distancing
the
inherent
musing
mediated
&
inscribed
the
ultimate
translation
remains
to
overtly
accomplish
As I sit here in my chair, something just didn't feel right,
I scratched my head, rubbed my face trying to broaden my sight.
I though and mediated for hour's and hour's, with not even a clue,
what is this feeling that came over me, what am I to do?
I had to have drank 4 pots of coffee and smoked cigarettes all the while,
then my phone rang, it was my attorney, he said would take it to trial.
I wasn't sure how to tell him, that I wasn't being charged anymore,
so I got up from my chair, started pacing the floor.
I told my attorney I didn't need him, he ask me why?
well I laughed so hard I thought we were both going to cry.
I told him I was no longer in the pasture, the place where I was being charged you see,
now there were 2 fences between the assailant and me.
He ask if there were any officer's around in whom he could speak,
I told him I wasn't going back through that field forever and a week.
I was charged twice already, almost had to hire you to keep from getting charged again,
you should've seen it coming, I was being charged by a bull and not by men.
A reverse corollary of faith
in "make your own luck"
is to blame the losing victim.
Optimizing our win/win resilient fortune,
wealth,
treasured health
and safety
and wellbeing defense
is not the same as "self-making" a robust future
Autonomously
ego-centrically
dissociated from informed win/win cooperative
democratic political health
and/or co-invested socio-ecological
eco-feminist
economic nutritional flow systems
Like organic beings with branches:
Yintegral organic rivers,
nutritious MotherTrees,
and enriching global bank networks
of capital macro-economic
interactive systems,
Networks of branches,
co-mediated collaboratives
win/win co-empathic
co-relational
nonviolent communications
for restoring healthy theological peace
as also wealth of ecological justice
And, oh yes,
lucky win/win economic co-investments
in integrity's potential health of wealth.
The culture of any education system,
including a national multi-mediated,
possibly under-medicated,
Education/miseducation
Healthy/pathological
in-between system/chaos
communication relationships
include a "PLEASE SHUT UP"
non-verbal divest of attention
remove from esteemed status,
degenerate into lesser caste
class system
of ignore
and deplore messages.
We speak this language
in silent
stunning
shunning.
Would that a recent former Chief Executive White Officer
could attend such a multi-internationally
co-mediated shunning school
of silent microphones,
still cameras
pointed in most any other direction,
Preferably more multiculturally intelligent
educationally cooperative win/win systemic
more than miseducationally rabid,
win/lose chaotic
Unlike the culture of any education system
practicing
Integral
EcoFeminist
ReStorative justice
ReGenerative green peace
NonViolently communicating
Permacultural Win/Win ZeroZone
Wide Web WorldView
Health/Wealth OptimaLearning Outcomes
The poet begins the reading
'I'm sentimental if you know what I mean.'
'Oh, that's good!'
I thought about this cuckoo hissing
At the Botanical Gardens
He'd also mediated on the stratosphere
That sponge up above
Accordingly, so did I too
Footslogging around the museum
I took a sufti at my phone by the toilets
A headline caught my attention
Liverpool to sack Jürgen Koop
Kooped up in this nightmare exhibition
We came across a giant redwood
The trunk constructed out of metal
To enlighten the children
To prepare them for the future
My son explains his steam engine
A whole troupe of burly men
Black soot and freezing cold snow
Three layers of woollen jumpers
Sod the blast pipe carbon dioxide
Your Austrian Giesl burp
There are bigger concerns
Than soil degradation
Yes, the fireman is wearing clothes
The shoveller is wearing clothes
But the driver is naked
Where to start
together more than still apart?
On our enlightened circling parts
and empowering pyramid wholes
of strategic win/win choice
Triangulation mediated default
where Earth's survival is of greatest health potential
Here in my personal experience memory Space
Now in your continuously unfolding
eco-political
multi-regenerational TaoEncircling Ways,
except probably still too eager
for your most resonant praise
Bicamerally healthy future imaged
wealthy past re-membering
re-connecting courage and nonviolence
re-ligioning interfaith green co-interdependence
CoOperatively owned
and managed
health imaged
re-imagined EarthCapital wealthy
democratically empowered
enlightening green communal Time.
carnival treats consumer psychology 101
bought a ticket
...forever ago...
crowds have changed
...the turtles always slow...
achilles loses every time
...it's a mediated belief...
consumerism means debt
...and needs relief...
leave that concept tent
...walk away...
break free
...become abstractly objective...
observe the observing
...they believe the consumer is slow...do you...
their ticket sales are booming
...wake up people...
the carnival concept tent owners/managers are typically psychopathic
...it's they who destroy/destroyed the world...
all for their own wealth gain and survival
stan
A disease that doesn’t let me eat and drink
A disease that doesn’t let me take drugs
A disease that doesn’t let me fight thugs
A disease that doesn’t let me touch and taste things
A rare health disorder that is the mother of sufferings
A disease that doesn’t let me see the beauty of The Universe
An adverse disease that is a curse
A disease that won’t let me kiss my beloved
A disease that is still not perceived
A covered disease that is hidden like underwear
The father of fear that doesn’t let me hear
A disease that is worse than hell
A disease that causes pain in every cell
This disease is IgE mediated multiple hypersensitivity.
I was never so childhood invincible
as when invisibility empowered.
We are never so integrity distinguished
than when actively flexible.
Earth could channel West-hemisphere wealth competitions
monoculturing
healthiest when East/West nondual WholeEarth cooperative
polyculturing.
LeftBrain psyches of dominant cognitive dissonance
are never so invincible
as when RightBrain prominently cooperative Whole
integrity of Default Mode Network,
invisibly Win/Win bicameral
bilateral
binomially co-passionate.
I have never been so old age invincible
as when invisible ego/eco-empowered,
in/out mediated,
median minded,
cooperative default mode hearted.
An idea given to me by Nina P
Is no one knows the other me.
I wracked my brain. I drank herbal tea.
We mediated, my dog and me.
A me unknown by people I have not met.
My mind thought deep, and hard, and yet…
This other me, this hidden vet,
Is surely known by at least my pet.
The other me, the one I hide.
The one crawling way down deep inside,
Has surely exposed herself in fun.
We have been married since seventy-one.
I am afraid I have turned her out.
Danced her twist, and let her shout.
The other me has been exposed.
On paper and canvas, she fairly glows.
The other me that I never kept inside.
Whistles and whoops, never wanting to hide.
The other me, out for the world to poke,
Has to laugh at herself, her happiest joke.
The other me, cannot truthfully hide.
She is actually several me’s, some nasty, one snide.
So to this I say, to my friend Nina P.
Here I am, take all of me.
Choose chivalry in the new millennium
Hounded by instant institutions
Vying in the main to inhabit any cranium
Prone to proclivities prohibiting and inhibiting affections.
Inject zeal and steel
Into backs bent on the Facebook platform
Where puny posts reel
In discomfort at the loss of their honesty home.
Spin wheels. Don’t reinvent wheels
Although pesky posts you tweet
Every morning imply insanity spills
Into worthy worlds you no longer greet.
Cure yourself from the moon
That casts a long shadow
Into your thoughts and boats at noon
When monsoons and typhoons doodle noodles in your mind’s meadow.
Instant answers mediated in social media
Twist wisps of vanity out of shape
As you glean trivia from Wikipedia
Expecting to grow wiser up your nape.
Take a deep breath
As you assess the travesty
Artificial intelligence inflicts on the faith
You once held in awe and majesty.
Worry not if pretence on Whatsapp
Stimulates seeds of somnolence
Sown in an Internet app
That kills slowly your conscience in silence.
Infect websites you abhor
Blogs you disgust
As you adopt a gung-ho
Attitude in the dust of August.
Can’t keep running, tired of hiding, of all the games, and the lying.
Bored of the stories, and the never after, sick of telling myself, it will be better,
Can’t keep smiling behind lying eyes, convincing the truth of what I despise,
When did I become what I see, when did I lose sight? And forgot to be me?
The one with the voice, a pre- mediated script, with one skill and nothing left to give.
Sick of being the one to take, losing everyone, for my own gain.
When did I become so selfish, so self-entitled?
So reckless and so unkind?
Can’t keep changing your situation, to suit the games played, avoiding the call at all costs, not caring about who and what you’ve lost.
I want to change, not stay the same, sick of the being the one shamed, like fallen down fame.
Hindsight is always better when it’s not your own, easier to judge, as you aren’t the star of the show,
Don’t want the unkind words that are said, want to switch off the constant thoughts before I go to bed.
Can’t keep running, because enough is enough, got to face the music, cos the lies have me caught.
I taste war...all around me; but it's nowhere to be seen.
Smelling fear through polluted feathers; tickling my nose.
Fallen from many and from few; revealing endlessly gathered white crosses in tight rows like a pew.
I know war is someplace hot but here war is some other place rather cold.
Always mediated into chaotic madness that seems to surround the entire globe.
No matter what you do, eventually it will find you.
But for me, I am very far from the terrors of physical war.
Let us wonder...
What constitutes what war really is?
My meaningless belief is that war is an individually believed matter of perspective; war is war.
War is not peace being with us.
Seeking sanction by using brutality—?
It's just like I always say...
The cycle repeats.
I taste war...all around me; but it is nowhere to be seen.
End
May 19, 2017
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