Segregating Poems

When They Said

When they said he is losing his mind, I was awakening.

When they said he is  segregating himself, I was healing.

When they said he is behaving comic, I was growing.

When they said I had  changed, I was evolving.

When they said I don't care anymore, eventually I understood that my peace lives within.

By Chanda Katonga.

WINDOW

Window fixed within a wall...
See-through and revealing all.
Looking in from the outside...
A dwelling there for us to hide.

Glass reflecting you and me...
Seperation strategy.
A kind of pain upon the pane...
Slightly smeared with mild stain.

Opening we find together...
Making escape from the weather.
Perched upon the window sill...
Candles to light up at will.

Closing the window in seal...
Segregating what is real.
Looking out from the inside...
Active storm whose rain is cried.

Mist begins to fog the sheet...
Making the beyond discreet.
Brushing my hand and its fingers
On the glass...their outline lingers.

Despite all the fog, stain and smear,
The window's message is quite clear.
Outside revealed in projection...
Inside ready for inspection.

When Profound Feels Sacred

My youngest
of three AfricanAmerican adopted sons
has profound nonwhite
nonstraight
nonverbal cerebral palsy.

Profound
in at least not being privileged
or victimized
by internal LeftBrain dominance,
violent micro-aggressions,
zero-sum competitive thinking

Either positively True and Good
or negatively False and Bad,
laughable
or humorless

Sacred indigenous consciousness
feels more Right-Elder brainstem
bodymind nondualistic synergy
friendly energy
which is my son's political blessing
and his capital secularizing
segregating
colonizing
economic disabled curse.

Youngest son communes
with music
more fluidly co-empathic
than linguistic communications

He touches
and sings
and chants
through echoing shouts
and exclamatory barks,
short nonphonetic phrases,
lip smacking,
and belly laughs.

When he cries,
which is seldom,
he cries silently

No vocal cords

Profound inhaling wet gasps
and exhaling sad sacred shakes.

He laughs unconditionally
from his root chakra 
warm unguarded soul
and bicamerally cries
from his buddha
co-empathic eyes.

Nutritional Digestion

It feels sadly ironic,
and unwise,
to focus healthcare 
on digestive system deliveries
to feed and water our bodies

And underinvest,
too rarely applaud
and enrich
nurturing nutrition communications
made through our neural-sensory systems
natural/spiritual health care deliveries
and wealth care receptions
from abundantly compassionate
panentheistic worldviews

In contrast
too nihilistically narcissistic
survivalist 
monotheistically supremacist
supporting monoculturing 
monopolizing LeftBrain verbal dominance

Of Me v We ZeroSum
closed degenerating
segregating 
without also integrating
views

Of Earth's health-fading
feeding bilateral watering systems,

Absorbing, then expunging
inhaled then inhaled
informing then exflowing
living then dying
YangTruth in Yintegral co-arising Beauty

Universal/Unitarian
bicameral
Health/EarthSystemic Wealth
integral TaoBalancing
inside sacred womb thru tomb companionship
secular indigenously panentheistic
resiliently hospitable wisdom

To focus health/wealth care 
on digest to co-invest system deliveries
to feed and water 
our mindbody
spirit/natured EarthTribe
bilateral identities.

Racism and Hitler

If you are racist, unpleasant and nasty,
you're thought of like Hitler and just like a Nazi,
cus they believed mankind had race hierachy, 
even when Jesse Owens crashed the party. 

That's how people look at you when you are racist, 
half flipping barmy topped with irrational hatred 
poor judgement alone defeated those fascists, 
segregating themselves until exterminated.

Purity of Being

Urges
Often arise
Learn, observe and discern
Segregating wheat from the chaff
Thus pure

24-November-2020

Crows and Gasoline

world "leaders" have us beneath their boots.
using the flu to control us through fear
Kotexing our smiles
shortening our years
segregating us from one other.
Like a new age K.K.K
dusting off nightmares
of our polyester youth
stapling goblins to our brains.

THEY'VE chained up the house of God.
Turned us against one another.
Encourage us to fear one another.
Like a new age big brother. 
 
They follow our every move
feed our children computer chips
the damn fools even tried to take
our sweet lord out of the eternal mix.

Mayhem has become a right.
intolerance is the banner of entitlement
we've been groped and raped

...and if you hadn't noticed
segregation is back in vogue
everybody wants to be black 
without the burdens... of course...
mud people in an endless rinse cycle of stupidity-

Armies are camped on opposite sides 
of purple mountains steep  
sharpening knives against god bones
as they line up the battered bleats.
Waiting for a spark to make love to flint.  
These are crow and gasoline times folks
the age of Aquarius has buckled under
a Landslide of insanity.

Regenerative Culture

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.

When Health Is Not a Noun

If health is just an unprivileged noun
and healthy is her adjective,
what is dynamic healthing,
the man-verb?

Some think healing LeftBrain Yang,
others feel therapeutic RightBrain SacredYin
matriarchal mostly.

But we all can bicamerally find active healthing
in secular/sacred Integrating,
cooperative creolization,
deductive/inductive transubstantiation.

Or do you find ego-healing
in secular dominant segregating
deductive
reductive
Either/Or
dualistic thinking about health
with no sacred hope of truly beautiful wealth
through one mere mortal lifetime?

Integration's noun is Integrity
which is as sacred,
or merely LeftBrain dominant secular,
as organic bilateral life ourselves
lived fully Golden Ruled
for our CoMessianic selves
and our originally disintegrated
Bodhisattva ego-health/eco-wealth
yang/yin holistic 
ZeroZone zen
sum

Integrity's health-wealth intent
toward each Moment's 
PrimeRelational potential
for polyphonic-polypathic-polynomial
synergy.

Zerozen Cooperators

Mother Yin nurtures a domestic economy
which retains indigenous becoming within nature-spirit
nondual places

Yin,
a concaving womb
for as long as Earth's collective memory
of light and dualdark
may recall.

Patriarch Yang's convexly vertical strengths of hunting,
colonizing,
commodifying
segregating quantitatively deduced values,
are not a priori possible
without primacy
of nondual co-arising
bilaterally horizontal horizons
of yin's dawn with dusk
dualdark matriarchal sacred MoonTimes.

0-Soul
WinWin
in each here and now moment
of living and dying
with focusing bicameral balance
on matriarchy's polyculturing outcomes
easing patriarchy's recent past
of monocultural ego-over-investments,
turning now toward cooperative re-investments in Mother Earth
from which human nature
RNA-derived
to DNA thrive.

Introspection

Indulging in insightful introspection
Not always aware where mind's eye will venture
Thoughts wander along winding theoretical byways
Revealing vast open spaces of universal truths
Optimizing previous personal experiences
Segregating fact from fiction
Perceiving past choices as my personal signature
Equating my uniqueness as priceless
Crying over past failures no longer suits me
Today holds the gift of life without perfection
Inwardly knowing and understanding 
Obstacles are my path to success
Now

What Am I

Cascading darkness, my hands begin to tremble
Sunlight fades, I'm alone once again
Solitude - isolation segregating emptiness cripples me

Emotionless I stare at the smile of others
Confused by what I do not understand
I cannot judge, therefore I must seek seclusion in a sea of anxiety
anticipating the dread my heart pounds

I feel hollow, empty, grey as a rain soaked day
The sun which ensues does not inspire nor invoke hope
Only restless emotions of memories long ago
That fade with each passing day, only to present itself in a nightmarish scape

Unaware, I wander through the blackened night
Fear is an emotion unfamiliar to me, in its face I stand
Mocking it's glance, unable to feel it grip
Who am I , for I know not maybe I'm a marbled dream within dream
For no seems to notice

Beads

A bead of red rolls down my arm,
an eloquent prayer, a scream.
Alive in a way the arm is not
coming awake in a dream.

A drop of swirling living cells,
abandoning a foundered host,
drawing a line on the curve of meat,
segregating machine from ghost.

Cousins drop from a fluttering lid,
another line following a tear,
rolling along a wrinkly nose,
washing away horror, sorrow and fear.

life turned liquid
flesh to dust
aspirations unmet
iron will to rust

either

[ caught between galaxy and quark
a trivial flame in the dark
nothing cares that a mind was here
the flicker of a trivial spark ]

or

[ as my eyes dim, and drop finds drop
your voice, Erin, fills my mind
your hand reaching out to help me forth
horror sorror fear left behind ]

Delta Cx-7396 Prophecies

Cpt. kirks future predictions- Food tubes {supplimitarium A B C D E}
Universal united nations {u.u.n} tying all the galactic species in celestial socialism
Robotic republicans & dimensionless democrats 
All humanities races will melt together into a weird orangey color 
The soviets will turn Cruthnie into a super secret nuclear facility 
All drugs will be trans-dermal
Gluttony will be glorified 
Itll be illegal to naturally procreate "pick up a kid or pet at the genetic clinic 
Garbage will be used as fuel 
Itll be cool to be mindless 
In my visions i see sky cities and underground dwellings segregating classes 
73 eyes on the beasts back and 96 paratoidals to an orbital octant... end transmission

Attraction

Powerful like magnet,
Pulling bodies into sinful lives
Unnoticed, the days pass,
Triggering unknown lies,

Law and justice,
Never comprehended,
Placing people where they don't belong,
Making the weak soul, face the strong,

Trying to confront our tears,
Trying to fight our deepest fears,
However, the attraction deceives us,
Into the endless torture, 
Of a slave by his overseer,

Discrimination, segregating the world,
Like night and day,
Like wrong and right,
Like tomorrow and today,

Suffocation emerging from every breath,
Swimming in our heart, making us torment,
While the tears of agony bleed from our eyes,
Drenching our body with weakness,

Attracted to the wrong,
While searching for the right,
Imprisoned, surrounded by sins,
Living life waiting for something realistic to begin...

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