My friend once told me
She hurts her self because
She hates her life
She didn’t say it exactly like that
But at the time I couldn’t comprehend how she did it.
Now I kind of understand.
I practically do the same thing with my headaches.
I get them all the time.
Instead of taking medicine to make them stop.
I let the pain get so bad that no medicine could help.
Now most could see that’s a stupid thing to do.
But honestly it what I deserve.
I’m a horid person
Though most wouldn’t know
I pathologically lie
And I hate people so much that
I wish they would just die.
I hate my self so much that one time I almost tried to die.
I won’t paint that sad picture
Because I’m pretty sure
You can already see it in your minds eye.
But now I just punish my self
With these headaches
To try killing myself on the inside.
Yes, President Trump,
"Our Country needs a victory!"
On this,
we are all multi-party agreed.
Some of us recognize
the only direct route to this national success,
economic and political and social and cultural,
is united in our stated urgency,
"Our Earth needs a health victory!"
Others don't.
And you would distract us
with your confused world view,
in which the boundary between your own ego
and our shared national
and planetary ecosystems
are too pathologically fuzzy
to meet even the minimal standards
of Reality TV.
Wiser leaders
have learned to be silent
and go on quiet retreat
when such serious personality disorders
rear their unfortunate
undemocratic capitalistic
straight white patriarchal
supremacist heads
With understated consciousness
and unappreciated absence
of Earth healing victory,
for it is only Earth Herself
who might reductively exclaim
"L'etat, c'est moi!"
Good and active healthy thoughts
produce and reflect
left-brain regenerative labels,
Bad and entropic death of feelings
effect and affect
left brain degenerating labels,
In-between
ambiguously left brain
and ambidextrously right brain
not not generate,
still actively ruminating.
Positive enlightened life,
Negative disempowered death,
Not not in-between these Yangs and Yins
all binomial egocenters
and ecosystems
positively regenerate restorative thoughts
and negatively degenerate retributive feelings
Creolizing
Transubstantiating
sacred in-between Paradise
and Hell,
Heaven
and Earth,
compassionate communication
and demonic debating demagogue experience,
healthy ecological thoughts
and punishing felt theological enculturation
sensation
energy
Healthy democratic communion
and pathologically autocratic disunion,
sacred resonance
and secularizing
segregating dissonance.
"The Third Christmas"
IF I had thought about where to begin,
I wouldn’t have begun.
This is the story of us.
A family goes through the war zone occasionally,
intermittently, say every ten years or so
or possibly a minor tiff each year
over a Christmas re-gifting
or a prodigal unwanted
sits silently, mouth closed,
crowding the wanted
or an over zealous family member,
commencing with good cheer,
destroys a precious moment,
thanks giving becomes
an alcohol fuelled debate
an argument for living
all forget the forgiving
silent night becomes
kristallnacht
pathologically
fear replaces good cheer
Some families are an entire War.
Politically sewn and sold, egos bruised.
Years can be swallowed up
in strategic artillery campaigns
Who comes
Who goes
Quiet assassinations
Back seat driving
on the right way
Home
The Third Christmas
How to avoid being again.
Just so you know
you are not alone
Decorate the Heart with Snow
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/596k7K8l5JA
Compassion has lost its passion
Hope looks pitifully at pity
Pathologically pathetic
Where does love go
so lost
conversations ricochet off my mind
time has become so timid
Feeling less apart
than part
begging not to know
not knowing how to beg
never alone
when the loneliness never leaves
and the sad is never noticed
When I mention my morning meditation practice,
many respond with wishes and hopes
they could
would
should discipline themselves
to also join in to this practice
practice
praxis
until fragmented uncommunicative ego/ecosystems
finally get life resiliently realistically right
more than ego-narcissistically wrong.
But this,
I ego-think and eco-feel,
reverses what is a more centrally profound point
of ZeroZone cosmic-organic view.
Everyday life is already our active meditation
which we Win/Lose unpractice,
Business As Usual LoseLose dis-practice
praxis
until we hope to get us egoWin-ecoWin
interdependently healthy right
more than pathologically diseased wrong.
"Midnight Candle"
The Midnight Candle Lightning On!
Booze and Snooze Grave Away
Restoring Lock and Smith Again
Generating Powerful Sounds A slow
Just Before the Day Breaks
Fire Sighs, Winds Blow, Path Ways
Midnight Darkness! Midnight Gaze
Far Away, Close By Time
Moving Across Pathologically
With Grace and Gentleness of Times Away
The Midnight Candle Moving on
The Midnight Candle Closing Down.
Fascism has grown cancerous maturity
to pathologically enforce
what mere nationalistic military-industrialized supremacy
would patriotically endorse.
Supremacists of race or gender
or metaphysical systems of personal as political investment,
mistake allegiance to icons and idols and pledges
of national privilege
for personal passion and investment in gratitudes of love
for EarthTribe's WinWin Lands with blessing waters,
Gaian Principles
of Organic Health Co-Governing Procedures.
Against fascist growing cancers
degeneratively erasing
what EarthTribe optimal regenerators
are more matriotically embracing.
Vibrations of a visionary vivarium is a notion best perceived by a motionless cuckoo clock. Now carefully wind the handle and watch as the bird emerges to shout. Wow. Fantastic isn't it? It is a monogamy of a monorail that keeps a mongoose entertained. Wild whale whisking wafers. But a nice symphony orchestra could arrive to the tunes of the wind. And a charismatic pickle placed in a sandwich could charm even the most Kitagawa mitigated circumstance of an ancestral framework. Circumference then. Oh it is a square not a three dimensional triangle. Neither is it a robotic rhombus in a car held up in a roadwork. Roadside duodenal rhododendron. Pickle not a very small grapefruit then. Ha ha the cloud is watching television today with the storm. Hahaha oceans going to the cinema today. Hahaha eel pie with toasted waffle. *** anthropomorphic anthropology. Xxxx pathologically z.
Left over overspills are a typewritten error and a grammatical code of which there is no collision of nouns, verbs or adjectives. Descent described design deriving dug dirt. And a soil no shine. A voided coloured counting ball is many balls on cruises to oil lakes. Found in farm grounds. Sluice then slice slice slice. But thrice times an angle in a wailing tree is nit a crystallized orb nor is it a hyperlink or a cycle of cubic measurement. Mature mo frozen italic of thought to a paper in the mind. And gathering although hazardous is another feat to match the toes of soul. Anatomical wisdom rattle. Shake shake shake. And a smiley snake grimaces at very tight reeds to pass to get the kill. Good. Greedy goblins grabbing gestational genital garments giving going gravitationally. And in addition to this a wide mouthed toad sits on that cake over there. Good. Fake that freezer pop. Z augments Z pathologically Z
Active Hope every day
and normal night
consciously engages
Business as Organic-CoOperative Usual,
revolving ecosystemic evolutions
extending bi-hemispheric climate health,
rather than pathologically devolving
from disorganic competitive exhaustion.
Climate healthy evolution
leads toward Active Faith
in our more cooperative organic deep-learning landscapes,
our ecopolitical potential futures,
flying together rather than falling anticlimatically apart.
Active Faith in ecotherapeutic landscapes,
both internal and external climates,
leads to Active Love
of timeless fusions,
eternal ecoconsciousness
of blissful interdependent time
among our most integrity evolving humanity
with EarthTribal Self-With-Others TransGenerational Memory,
from Elders past through Futures
of ProActive Lovers
polyculturing healthier pronoia-wealthy climates.
Active
climate justice evolves inter-religious
trauma-informed
peace-keeping
caste-abolishing win/win hope
rather than devolving
dissonant
anthropocentric despair.
Amphibian antiquities from the age of normalcy
Pathologically festive creatures of the night
Verdant phosphor moon frogs bark their insistent mating call
Adorned with talismans, chanting mantras of maroon heroism
Conflagration of croaking becomes ritualized war of tongues
Imaginary walls dissolve in a primitive hallucination
Reveling in the sour, smoky breath of temporary lobotomies
Delirious mating rituals driven by besotted blind instinct
Hopping from one log to another as they founder
In brackish muck, the shore hidden in the velvet mist
As thousands of concealed pupils hungrily constrict
Like squirrels bouncing blithely down the high voltage wire
Deaf to the jeers and taunts of the pavement below
Until light's fracture pursues them back to their lairs
Scurrying for the inky, viscous holes in the soft, cool bank
4/23/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Like a prayer
we are unobserved
when closest to parting our lips
uttering our beliefs
and like beggars put aside our pride
asking for understanding and relief
surely we do not dwell in the topics
we discuss but live in a world
frightened most of the time
and whether we thought or think now
acted or reacted in other times
leading or misleading ourselves
by habit and biology
we are still after all
psychologically impaired
psychically dazed
pathologically entwined
My eyes you conquered with the might of Alexander,
Puru I gladly became at that thunder.
My heart a plaything became at your hands,
Unconditionally surrendered I time thousands.
My lungs hyperactive emerged at your sight,
Panted I with delightful fright.
When you approached, my feet terribly trembled,
From limb-mind configuration, courage I assembled.
Your presence made me feel neuron-quake in my head
Producing dew-drops of perspiration in the forehead.
Sharp-tongued am I with the gift of the gab,
Alas! Your sovereign presence rendered me drab.
In my constitution, you caused an adrenaline rush
I think, I trod the path where angels fear to rush.
You took a toll on my veins and blood,
By making the red humour flow in streams of flood.
In Geography on chapter Egypt, you made my attention cursory,
Elective Maths became real elective, making you compulsory.
You made me forsake the empire in me and the books,
To be the Columbus of the empire within fine frame yours?
You made the atoms of my physique
Pathologically you-sick.
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