The mirror doesn’t lie
Perhaps indents, reverses,
Contains
That which we hide
For it has no soul
No desire to know us.
It cares not
About your heartache
Or joy
Feels not your tears
Hears not your curses.
It remains neutral
Undecided
Uninvested
It knows no loneliness
When you are not there.
It will never tell you
That hair cut is awful
Nor ask
Why are you crying.
To it
You are but a reflection
Gazing into itself
Wondering
Which is real.
Nothing Is Risk Proof
Miracle man
2/5/2024
“When knowing Zilch, or very little about financial matters,
resist the urge to ask a uninvested family member
for advice. They probably know even less
than you, and after all, it’s not their
money, and the consequences
for bad advice, costs
them nothing.”
Tom
If you can keep your health when all about
Are losing theirs as ours
and blaming separately sick on you,
If you can trust ourselves when all species doubt
And reintegrate healthy green doubting too;
If you can act and not be red and tired
from over acting
And being lied about, don't invest in retaliatory fake,
And becoming hated,
give active way to loving,
And yet don't smell too wealthy,
nor walk too SuperElite wise...
If you can walk with crowds to feed our therapeutic virtues,
And speak with polypathic Gods--nor win the losing touch,
If both foes and family can desert you,
If all Tribes count with you
and yet not ego-monoculturally much;
If you can refill each uninvested moment
with sixty second's wealth of health well run,
Yours is Earth
and every Tribe healed in Her,
And--eco-theo-logically more--
we'll be a Therapeutic AnimaSoul,
ZeroZone for healing WinLose
patriarchal
LeftBrain over-heated
over-crowded inmates!
the voices
bitter voices, deep voices, dark voices, peppery voices
in echoes and crescendos
across the valleys and the hills
voices from the dark
voices from the spirits of those long gone
voices of the living legends
voices of the lamenting myths
voices of free will
o! what a world full of voices Loaded with memories
of the uninvested pathos
the sky is full of voices
the deep seas are filled with voices
the voices welling the world over
and we the orphans are left
but voiceless
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