breaking away

It's not about a human designation.

It's about the effects and after math of hate.

 

 

 

The "race" I identify by is human,

though I can't say I'm proud of it.

 

 

 

In my experience, most people are not

interested in "race"

and interact based in a context of

respect and how they are treated.

 

 

 

Breaking away from the herd analogy

the herd mentality

the herd duality

the herd anxiety

5/29-30/20

seeking sanity

In our democratic republic,

if we don't like our government

we can change it

However, that requires solidarity,

while what we mostly have

is divisiveness

 

 

 

Haters to the left of me

Haters to the right of me

Politics has become a hater's game

Weaponizing shame and blame

Keeping us all enslaved to

emotional memes

Everyone feels afraid

Nobody gets what we need

for healthful well-being

 

What if we all could make the change

Move out of hate, into sanity?

Sane to the left of me

Sane to the right of me

All able to acquire our fair share

of fulfilling desires, in peace

Free to each have our say

 

 

 

Profound ordinary moments

call to me as feeling laden scenes

immediate, sensory

How I have become,

relayed images

like this:

 

 

 

 

 

5/23-28/20

memorialize free fright

There is no free market,

not because of government regulations (which often improve

the market conditions by increasing consumer confidence and labor

inducement), but because of crony government supporting some

businesses to the detriment of fair competition, the essence of

the good, the benefits, claimed for free enterprise capitalism.

 

 

 

"Images like these"

What images do I see,

in dreams?

in Rorschach-like response

to that phrase?

 

 

 

The future depends on what we choose

but too many of us choose to leave our fate

to our lowest common appetites.

 

 

 

Americans' incredible laziness --

the dangerous stupidity of willful ignorance

as bliss because it excuses

lack of perceived responsibility.

 

 

 

so all you people who are SO upset over Joe Biden's sins (of which he has many, but then so do most) are going to keep Trump in power to destroy us all rather than voting him out for a President much more easily handled by public opinion and a better Congress (which we do need to vote in)

 

 

 

it occurs to me that people who clamor for Freedom! from government tyrannies like this do not understand that freedom is not just flailing your arms or screaming out whatever crosses your mind. Real freedom is hard, it demands respect and responsibility – much more work than these lazy Americans could muster.

 

 

5/18-21/20

politics and money

don't see it as D v. R -- it's not about them: it's about us and what we would suffer from another round of Trump/McConnell -- vote them out, then deal with what's left

 

 

 

 

of course if Capitalism were the marvel of human ingenuity it is purported to be the markets would be quickly adapting to the conditions and new businesses and ways of doing business would keep everyone employed safely

 

 

 

 

the Trumpettes are so in awe of their belief in the superiority of the elite left that they applaud and empower this senile media whore because he so upsets the “libtards” who they know disrespect them

 

 

 

 

“money” is a social construct (and contract) – it can be whatever WE (writ large) say it is. The problem is people become accustomed to what has already been constructed and tend to believe that is the way it must be. Also, we are damned lazy and would rather keep the evil we know then contend with a good we don’t.

May Ides

You would be revolutionaries

complaining at every forum of the evils

of government -- your true adversary

is not "the State" but the people who

support and create it.

You are mere malcontents -- not the

People's heroes.

True heroes don't waste their resources

tearing down.

They take the responsibility to work

usefully to improve life possibilities.

Peruse your skill set --

What can you do?

True leaders strive, not to highlight what is wrong, but to overwrite

with sensible solutions.

Their clamor for opening often comes from

suffering an underlying mindset, conscious or not,

of "survival of the fittest" -- that those who fall

to disease thus cull the herd and make us stronger.


I am simply someone following a fascination.

Where is that vibrant energy I counted on

to blare out what I must say with focused

grace, layered like festival cake

in ritual and potent spice?

Of course the men who casually abuse women they have power over don't get the uproar.

For her it was a life changing trauma; for him nothing of note.

Throwing myself over the edge -- lucky enough

to land on my feet

without breaking my legs.

The world has become stale -- everyone worn

down and out.

A multi-layered mess

We did it to ourselves

out of greed and other

kinds of stupidity.

You think you are defending your tribe

by attacking folks with articulable differences?

No!

You are the lesser, the bad

people -- you destroy the reputation,

the good name, of our society, our nation,

our human race.

5/11-16/20

mother love

Created from the Milky Way shining into Mother Moon,

reflections from that ancient light emerging from her womb.

 

Bonded to Earth's creation;

learning at mother's breast

to embrace Her gifts and lessons.

 

The dance takes me up

In motherly embrace,

Holds me softly,

Listens closely,

Lifts out all my sorrow,

Lets me fly.

 

 

 

If mothers are invisible it's because we make ourselves so. Women do get so caught up in the servant role, taking care, in the background, making sure everything is as it should be for everyone around. This is keeping ourselves invisible. If we want a say, we need to speak up. If we want our kids to see us as real, individual, human beings -- not just "Mom" -- we have to relate to them on that level, honestly, passionately, telling them who we are and listening to their revelations about themselves, and helping them to bridge the gap of experience. No. The job of mother is not to be the silent servant, the self-sacrificed. The job of mother is to teach our children to be their most, their best, their brightest in the way that kids learn best, by modeling that philosophy.

 

In a perfect world the rights of mother and child would be balanced, each respected, valued and cherished by society which requires them for its very existence.

 

 

 

 

Mother and Child Meditation

 

 

Visualize the bond between Mother and Child.

Do you imagine it broken by

internal jealousies, shyness against intimacy,

cringing before angry gods of tribal culture,

dying of a thousand casual wounds, volleys

of will and grievance cast into fragile frays?

Or do you see a pageantry of unfailing matriarchs.

Strong sons and daughters waltz in attendance.

Flowers bloom from every slip of finery into

fertile mud.

Mothers of our species tend toward

adaptability, bear challenge of balance.

Trying out touted trends, begging for guidance

when their own experience ill fits today's

terror and tantalization.  Always someone must

be blamed; sentiments must be appeased.

Where is the ease, the joy, the sharing up and down,

familial care and comfort?  Where is that not our fair

Command?

A child is a gift to the future; a mother is a gift

of nature and nurture.  Each brings, receives

all imaginable possibilities.  Each is a present day.

 

 

 

Mother Courage

 

 

I give my wandering children

Anger to protect you from pain

Rage to ameliorate agony

Fear of what folks won’t explain

Fraught laughter to counteract tragedy

Music to move you to heal

Theater to unite what we feel

that vague sense that nothing is real ...

Lost at an indistinct edge made of snow

Unsure where we’ve come from, with nowhere to go

Beggars and bullies and braggarts and whores

iron chains on our windows in rooms with no doors

Fire roams freely, unleashed by cruel wars,

feeds forever on days we will never see,

worlds we will never be

given

 

 

 

Mother Says

 

 

Enjoy the Sun

Enjoy the rain

Enjoy the love

Enjoy the pain

Enjoy the fear

Enjoy the rage

 

Listen intimately

to your broken heart.

Feel its words; inhale its art.

 

Dance, sing, self-embrace

and swing.

Enjoy surprise, the changing tides,

this space in time while you’re alive.

May I

It's not the lesser evil

It's the greater sanity.

She shrieks with joy

counterpoint to crying pain.

painstaking increments

w/ occasional serendipitous leaps

Living simply that I may

devote my time and attention

to my true vocation.

That a project is financed by "the government" rather than private industry

does not make it less efficient or beneficial.

Whether public or private, the important ingredient is management.

Private management is often awful -- see all the failed businesses and bankruptcies.

Private business, too, is focused on profit maximization, while public enterprise

when focused on its goal is about providing the greatest service to the people.

Who are we without our stories

to ground us,

give us our always home?

How I related, react, present, now

unabashed, unashamed, no chains.

Everywhere people catastrophize

problems, cry out about everything going wrong.

I'd rather focus on solutions, how we might

turn the tide, find shelter in the storm.

A bunch of lazy, anti-social, self-entitled complainers.

Make America Honorable Again

(even if we never were before)

Make us take courage and responsibility

to be honorably the land of the free

who use our liberty to create ever

greater good lives of good will.

5/2-9/20 

some recent responses on social media

It is now so clearly demarcated -- people who find their creativity and adaptability to re-source and uplift while others complain, incite bad behaviors, blame and scapegoat and create unnecessary havoc




US democracy sucks -- but just look at what we have to work with in regard to our electorate
it's not voting for the lesser evil when we have a plan and the ability to counter and ameliorate that evil, even throw it the hell out, once we have gotten rid of the evil worshiping current administration
Why waste our raging energy and time ranting against sensibility when we could be using those resources to make better plans for future governance, express and expand on them, and get more and more people involved in solution building instead of hateful blaming dualities.



kind of a test for capitalism -- if the market-based economy actually works, people will adapt to the new environment and find ways to make a living; and we do hear about the need for all kinds of essential workers to take the places of those who are sick, dead, or in dread of becoming so -- these protesters are of course voicing real frustrations, but also a wrongheaded  stance in regard to the exigency of reality




we don’t have to like Biden or trust him
we have to vote Trump out decisively, and then deal with Biden which we can do much more effectively than with Trump due to the GOP obstruction of justice
but most importantly we need to elect a Democratic Senate and end Moscow Mitch’s reign




the thing with the market, it goes up/it goes down/it goes up/it goes down and so forth
the market reassesses and comes back
dead humans don't

April released

shining crescent door

invites my mind to dreaming

longed for peace of night

 

 

4/28/20

 

 

Those old movie musicals, plots

to support the song and dance --

kind of like porn, but musical performance

instead of more direct sex.

 

 

 

People of loving spirit to let me feel

safe

cosseted.

So many seem to need hate,

to gather in racist joining,

keeping folk designated in their place.

Terror permeates this human world.

Why such perverted pleasure

gets elevated as who we choose

to be makes no sense to me.

And you?

Tell me true.

Why deny healing,

best of us awaking,

embracing touch called kindness,

so much preferable a base on which

to grow a human race.

Isn't it our time to realign,

to be kind?

 

 

 

May I find the Wisdom

to accept what I can't change,

change what I can't accept,

get over my damn self

because I am more than my memories,

lost in eternity, but not forever.

I am unwinding from silken binds

so soft it's taken all this time

to feel their pull.

Sublimely full of wretching

bullshit, ready to relinquish

expectations, admit they always

fail.  Sever ties to tribulations,

succor of revelations,

just nourish from what comes,

unfetter adaptation.

 

 

 

Every time there is an emergency

people get together.

See pretty stories of neighborly

community, sacrifice for family,

but also strangers because we're all

in this and know we can only get through

and out with each other's help.

And those idealists, hopemongers,

loudly proclaim a brave new day,

people needing people as rousing meme.

But that normality we anxiously carry

in our hearts as just return demands

dissembling, each a part apart.

 

 

 

Memories, stories about what happened

but no longer is --

what carries forward tells more

about you than then.

 

 

4/19-27/20