No end in this living
universe
only interregnum
Galaxies die and form
Tragedy Comedy Romance
in endless recombination
Fleeting, Fleeing,
detriment of
attention
to floods and flames, tags
and
names, wages of fame,
doses of emotions.
Nobody, everybody,
somebody,
aging bodies at every stage of
decay.
No man knows [multi-gendered, do
remember
-- all inclusive “they” or
“we”.]
Visions, dystopic dreams,
waterfall sorrows.
And no, I don’t know yours or
those you borrow.
Scabs of skin and memories.
Unequal, but each
full beyond capacity.
Tell me a story, your
story
from that overflowing
bin.
Really, I am asking – Let me
in.
And you, besieged with longing for
adoring
audience, as are we
all,
won’t listen to my
plea.
Overwhelmed in the screaming of
inadequacies
or opportunities chased or
denied.
Emotions,
relationships
so tricksey;
intimate
The essence of me as
we.
The opposite of fear is
confidence.
Successes
Never questioned
acceptance
Conditionless clear-visioned
love
as foundation of self.
Hillary – don’t get me wrong – I
adored her
back in the 90s. She was that
earnest idealist who fought for her beliefs.
But all the hard years toughened
her, made her more calculating.
She felt mean opposition and
learned to be wary (who wouldn’t?),
to fix her focus more practical,
tactical toward her own reward.
Bernie, he’s one of those old
lovable 60s radicals who never gave up the fight,
working each day for what could
be, always believing in we the people, in what we
all could do, could be. He
lives to hold that shining possibility we want to call
America. Why can’t we
all?
Crass absurdity translated as wild-eyed
pain
Humor fast escapes
What else have we to do, what more
sane,
than carry through always on what
most matters
to every you? (And by “you” I mean
the me within our minds)
This aged heart, weathered,
exhausted, no longer seeks
solace of servitude.
The history of social behaviors must be
fascinating.
These are the rules we’ve searched for all
our lives,
how to behave acceptably.
But (like the English language) rules come
with exceptions
that also must be learned.
And there are ever more split off
exceptions and special
circumstance never explicitly
clear.
We’re meant to pick it up like measles (if
we hadn’t been
vaccinated out of harm’s pathology),
communicable
childhood infection.
Some of us seem to be immune.
Yet that’s a bad outcome. Our own
disease.
If we all removed those masks we use to
pretend to be
acceptable, would we reveal such horrors
so oh please,
let us not have done this bizarre
experiment?
Or would we find we’re not so different,
each of us different,
but fine on the whole?
If we spoke what we heard in our minds,
what might we learn?
If we reached out with real intention,
what would we feel?
Illusions so vital
protected at expense of unforced
peril.
Experience a dream of each mind’s own,
how communicate to mutual trade in
information
and intimate regard?
Private wars of shield and sword further
nothing
worthwhile. What churns us to these
hurtful games?
How might we better behave, believe,
perceive?
Nothing to be
done
No one to await
No one to do it
with
No future, nothing
forward
Pain expressed into anger explodes to
violence
What is the root feeling you
seek
from things, people,
experience
You tell yourself want,
need?
Identify, encapsulate,
comprehending that where
you yearn to be, how you long to
feel, to find
root experience that leads
directly into that where,
how ...
Tendrils tease, wave in ascendant
breeze, revise mind
with higher, ephemeral tools,
social local rules,
valued freedoms,
meaningful dreams
Democratic Socialism implies
rules made by the people, not some
bureaucratic stale state. If the
people want a modified freedom of trade
and innovation strengthened with
strong safety netting that none fall into
failed degradation, that
marketplace mistakes in business plans not result
in starvation on the street – but
isn’t that part of the original capitalism theory?
What the people classically
desire is freedom of self-determination to be all one
can with the ability to move
further, forward, not paralyzed by fear of failure
equating to game over, real
death. And of course there are social goods and
services sane people can agree are better provided outside of
goads for profit.
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Posted by: "Laurie"
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