A covert narcissist dressed in a hand-me-down victim cloak,
Master of the tear-tantrum tactic —
He sniffles, sobs, and simpers until your defenses drop,
Then slides a betrayal in your back so smooth you almost thank him.
A codependent parasite latched to his mother’s emotional tit like a tick,
Bound by an enmeshed dynamic so tight you'd think she birthed him twice.
He’s 40 going on 14,
Displaying classic symptoms of Peter Pan Syndrome with a sprinkle of Oppositional Defiance Disorder every time life whispers “grow up.”
Zero employment history,
But extensive experience in triangulation, gaslighting, and learned helplessness.
He’s the CEO of deflection, a PhD in projection,
Weaponizing guilt like a toddler with a grenade.
He calls you "too emotional,"
Right after he weeps his way out of another confrontation
Like a soggy Machiavelli.
He’s not just a mama’s boy.
He’s her emotional husband,
Their emotional incest dressed up as devotion,
While he lets her make every decision
Between his gaming sessions and tantrums.
He’s the kind of man who, if given a mirror,
Would still find a way to blame the reflection for his failures.
The opposite of life
is death
The polar opposite of eternal health
is terminal disease,
with unease perhaps lying/truthing
in-between timelessness
and untimely demise
So too,
my opposite of steady compassion
may be your unsettling dispassion
Elation v deflation
of all these oppositional answers above
as clear
as unclear appositional questings
below.
What is my opposite of suicide?
Self promotion?
Ego inflation?
Having all my consuming needs
fully answered?
Or
maybe some uneasy questing
timeless mind
and spacious body
in-between healthy Now
And death-defying
death-denying
death-defining
death-despairing
death-despoiling
AnthroLove Here
Remains part of EarthLife There
whenever tomorrow comes
Now?
As Me curiously questioning
feels like our lonelier half
of We not yet
finally answering?
What could appositionally rebalance
death's final answering Earth-climate
and life's open questioning Anthro-culture?
What is the opposite of lively ruminations
and deadly ideations?
What lies contentious truths contenting,
In-between EarthBody's discommunication
desecrating death
and AnthroMind's sacred communion life?
Interrogated, tortured
And killed (dissolved in acid)
Just the way
The Government had willed and ordered.
An oppositional voice
Finally stilled.
On the home soil
His blood was spilled.
Exposing the cruelty of our government
And their sick agents
Who hatched such a heartless plot.
She walked into a crowded room
Trying to find her seat
Finally, she saw her name
Occupied by a woman with hoofed feet
When she stated TRUTH
She was met with unmovable resistance
So she found a seat in the back
Where servants flow with assistance
...to LOVE
She was sad, at first
For the condescension and theft
If it wasn't for the attention of the HOST
She would have quietly left
Roses and a note of admiration
Thrilled her heart with assurance
That her seat is not among the famed
Nor with those who proudly purchased FIRE INSURANCE
Her seat is secure without threat
Because it is in the courtroom of GRACE
Where she stands in WORD
Before every oppositional face
...to LOVE
LOVE does NOT demand its on way
Written by Trudy Shcrader on 06-23-2023
As time passes by, people pass through
In all walks of life and ways of behaving
Most are congenial, but I’ve noticed a few
Who, apparently, have an inane craving
For causing a ruckus whenever they can
For the life of me, I can’t figure out why
They enjoy riling, and getting out of hand
But, I am thankful they’re in short supply.
Their type explain why we always have war
[Oh, on a much smaller scale, to be sure]
These people who have a burr up their a***
And want to spread around their manure.
They seem invested in getting their way
Always expressing a different point of view
Being confrontive and oppositional, I’d say,
It appears they have nothing better to do.
I appreciate many diverse ways of thinking
Knowing my opinion isn’t always the best,
But when I discover my attitude is stinking
I try to back off, giving the situation a rest.
Written August 16, 2022
[***the British pronounciation
rhymes, well almost!]
Saint Dymphna, please help with mine and other people's mental disorders and challenges.
1. Generalilzed Anxiety Disorder (GAD)
2. Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD)
3. Panic Disorder
4. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)
5. Social Phobia (Social Anxiety Disorder)
6. Agoraphobia
7. Gilbert's Syndrome
8. Insomnia Disorder
9. Oppositional Defiant Disorder
10. Separation Anxiety Disorder
11. Schizoaffective Disorder
12. Depression
13. Mania
14. Restless Legs Syndrome
A song sung by foreign tongue and hatred sparked.
Vision lost of humanity’s heart gives me pause and I...
Every day see the ways and my soul aches at the div.
Regardless of English, Spanish, or Farci
Suspicion and derision shouldn’t be what a heart sees.
Instead of always needing war, of finding, based on language, an anti
Oppositional and defiant against a step you need to
Newly discover this world you forgot was given all when set in motion.
Unlike engineless plane, we can pull up
Not held by history, or even present, are we
Infect, then, with acceptance, peace, in your area
To begin the healing and the growth, to not remain static
Yes, time to rise, to learn, that though it sounds strange, it is merely a brother calling things by a different name
baubel fist clowny wiggle
rhyming tune silly jiggle
oppositional
suppositional
merry fool make us giggle.
What difference can you feel,
if any,
between confrontation
and engagement?
Between nonviolent communication
and WinnerTakeAll debate,
or wrestling,
for that win/lose matted matter?
InBetween cooperative compassion,
dissociative persuasion,
competitive dispassion?
Between LoseLose despair,
win/lose anxiety,
win/win anticipation?
InBetween Mono-
Bi-
Poly-Cultural
world views?
Between liberation
and conservation?
Between dialectical discernment dialogue
and oppositional competitive privileged position?
InBetween invoking cooperative compassion therapy
and provoking traumatic face-saving oppression?
Between taking a deep listening solidarity stand
and giving your autonomous position statement?
About differences you may feel,
between divisive confrontation
and inclusive engagement.
Flirting with oppositional screams
As I grip the reins of a strangled soul
Is not as simple to me as life or death
Moments that are only memories flickering
Like a candle that is burning out
eventually the wick will be spent
The last lick of the flame is what will
Recapture the spirit within these windows
Shining through the cracks
Of this numb body shines a sober
Happiness with a glass shattering
World's away difference
Resiliency riding by my side
Is strength that I own with pride
Flying overhead towards the answers
As if I were jumping onto a moving train
My heart thumps nervously accepting
The truth will not always be what I want
Making up my mind and sticking to it
Is the one peak I climb to reach with gusto
WhiteHot spiritual truths
represent DarkCool natural beauty
Matters interweaving
regenerating
co-passioning
creolizing multicultural communions
ProLogical resonant voices
going way back
to indigenous healthy nature
for and from
co-investing wealthy ecospirits
balancing bicameral eco-political powers
Enlightening polypathic
meta-polyphonic
prime co-relationship
DiPolar full meaning choices
are empty of dark straight male privileged voices
within Zen Zeroist
EarthHealth Taoist
White spiritual truth matters
of dark natural beauty manners,
enlightening
as also empowering
bilateral balancing appositional depth
of healthy cooperative meaning,
not so much oppositional width
of individual wealthing purpose.
I wonder if it is even possible
for any one person
to tell the whole Truth,
While yet speaking nothing but the Truth,
defined and experienced to date,
so help me Gods and Goddesses,
mountains and rivers,
Earth's systemic regenerative voices
The whole Truth
explicitly mentioning oppositional not truths
and further refining as yet
not experienced counter-realities
imagined appositional co-defining Truths
equivalent to undefining not
not double-binding
co-refining win/win Truth
bicamerally felt and thought
Which might be a possible way
to retell WholeEarth's ecosystemic Truth,
but I imagine only S/he
could definitively reply
in Golden Rule
healthy democratic Truth.
I wonder if it is integrally possible
to speak and actively listen
for WholeEarth's win/win
health wealthiest
resilient Truth
Co-arising vast ecosystemic Presence
and ego-holistic Humility,
especially about my autonomous capacity
to speak timeless WholeEarth
GreenCommunion Truth
as Sacred Beauty.
For naturally aged old bodies,
new age spirituality
may bring to mind
Natural AND spiritual co-creative tensions
between regenerative positive empowerment
and degenerative negative dark,
yet still warmly wet newborn,
womb-like metamorphic attachment memories,
Continuous recycles of re-generate life
and de-generating deaths,
Wins
and losses,
Healthy days
and wealth uneased nights
Free of hoarding ego privileges
embedded in Earth's blue/green
cooperative
ecosystemic timeless
multiculturing senses
Of natural old ages
giving way to continuous
dipolar co-arising
appositional/oppositional
bicameral
cooperative/competitive
spiritually natured
new-green/old-redblooded sages.
Why are we here?
my oppositional daughter
defiantly asks.
Because we're not over there?
her appositional dad
too often
and frustratingly
responds.
Sogyal Rinpoche writes
"To embody the transcendent
is why we are here."
I doubt my daughter
would find this more satisfactory,
sounds like more patriarchal malfactory.
Echeopnir Laygos has another impression,
To embody cooperative economic empowerment
and political win/win enlightenment
is why liturgy,
communion,
and transcendent meditation
are here.
So,
embodying Earth's transcendent unity
is also how we are here;
but this too
would not satisfy my daughter's constant questions
about why and how,
I fear.
I told my oppositional defiant daughter,
It is always bad politics
and devastating economics
to beat up the cook
and maid
and chauffeur
and gardener
and tax payer
because then,
regardless of how many hotel rooms you own,
you will, eventually,
have to do all that stuff yourself
or die trying.
That's when she asked me
Can I kiss your head?
which, I suppose,
for her,
is like asking permission
to revere,
while holding close,
her primary capital investments
despite thuggish,
sluggish,
loser historic performance.
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