Circle 'round the weak;
teach 'em as we were taught
to keep to the place we're given
(not by a just universe, ha ha)
by the right of what we hold
by will, skill, better weapons.
Didn't sign no social contract
of mutual respect.
The rights we expect are
to live as best we can until
we don't.
Teach the little ones as we
have grown to learn --
the wages to be earned are paid
in lies. The riddle we devise
to satisfy our rage is played upon
the prey we find
to circle 'round today.
Far beyond cruelty
into a whole other realm
of horror, dishonor and disdain;
to observe crushing pain
and serve utility
by crushing more
Pilgrim’s progress
White Anglo Ethos
Petulant brats demand obeisance
to our code of conquest, of dominance,
of hard-assed outcast of deviance.
Rule over Earth and her issue.
Break them to work for our wishes.
Honor, respect, these are authorities’ own,
war lords we appease, seat on our thrones.
Marching, no conscience nor care as we explode.
Let our Great Destroyer sort it.
Feudal Diffraction
Above, beyond color charts. Hierarchy decides.
Hoarders of permission slips for supplies
prioritize
which brick gets laid, or even fired;
who lives well, or excessively;
who scrapes a while until they no longer get by.
No errant genetic code that compels stupidity.
Mind shaping social propriety provokes insanity
-- a kind of manic compulsive,
depressive obsessive,
mass delusion,
St. Vitus line-dance to a zombie
caller's tune.
What to do?
Meme-web reconstruction in increments
Paradigm warping incidents
Realign the pulse of macro/microsphere
Benign gibberish cy-phones through?
Take back time.
Take back your right to self-valuation.
Take back your place
outside of the lines.
Our comfort requirements, self-fulfilling desires,
greater outpouring toward glory and grace
may grow from strong base
of worthy infrastructure,
fruitful interplay,
free and expansive expression.
Let us take hands,
share eyes, ideas, create beatific space,
multi-rhythm
direction.
Let us be and do and feel
that which bequeaths connection,
to be whole.
Where is the pride in being “white”?
So nondescript.
So amorphous.
Flavorless.
Bitter, ambiguous history.
Lack of color is not a culture; no great
deeds specify honor of
such a diverse, farflung, imprecise category.
White pride, because you have
no noble tribe to celebrate.
Haters to the left of me.
Haters to the right of me.
Society has become a hater's game.
Weaponized shame and blame
keeping us enslaved to
emotional memes.
Everybody feels afraid.
None of us gets what we need
for species 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.
Free to each have our say.
Able to chart our way toward
fulfillment, in peace.
the police problem is not bad apples
it is bad pickers and bad apple growers,
and a bad apple market
which encourages the production and distribution
of clearly poisonous fruit
Logic of Evolution
Successful progenitors
survive to sow seed
by force or persuasion
or hiding off screen
or banding together
that more may succeed,
and upgrade conditions,
enhance the breed.
But, for such teams to work well
we must
learn to respect, honor, and trust;
expect to contribute, receive and share,
accept the caring for and care.
In community varied seeds are sown.
Thus is a thriving future grown.
Or, sibling rankling infests, turns
on neighbors as scorn.
Barriers proliferate,
preparations for war.
Who is emboldened by
destruction and blood,
blasting civilizations
back into mud?
Are these principled people
filled with kindness and joy?
Those who can create, build;
the lacking destroy.
Guns, bombs, cruel words,
contempt, angry sneers,
promotion of pain,
preying on fears,
paying us naught but
unneeded tears
and advancement of certain
unsavory careers.
We can reject violent lies,
realize the prize.
Here! before our eyes.
Simple. Easy. Free.
Expect, accept, embrace
the abundance
of Peace.
Why do we want to hate?
Why believe safety demands
subjugation?
Why assume differences mean
danger we must suppress?
Why not look for the beauty,
curiosity, opportunity for
gentleness, shared humor,
compassion, what we want to be
humanity?
Why not feel a part of a grander destiny
we join in planning; act with justice
that belies hate -- demands wise
understanding?
I am not blind to color.
I have never seen a live black human,
nor a white.
People appear in various shades of
browns and reds.
Why do we not thus perceive --
Brown of Earth's fertile richness in our skins,
red of flowing blood?
How did we come to pretend cold, dual
simplicity of colorless You and Me?
Black + White -- not natural life but
pre-judged categories, static and deadening.
all the tragic, miserable suffering
based on misunderstandings,
or on situations which
further down the timeline no longer exist.
Diseases for which cures have been found,
injuries in wars that
never needed to be fought, mistaken enmity
The issue of the war of man against man:
Negativity dwells on our differences of skin, religion,
nationality, sexuality, any little difference we can define.
Rather than expend our time and energies on growing
benefic policies based on our commonalities, we waste
precious human lives on division, and not of fair design.
Common vital needs, people above things,
a planet we can thrive on – air we can freely breathe,
water without poison, food that nourishes, schools that
instill skills that give us confidence to make our way,
tools to enhance our abilities, knowledge that aggregates
from each encountered idea...
Better to cower and hate in fear?
Or break that chain that binds us blindly into
self-destruction?
Let the profiteers leave, and give us back our
common Earth.
Evil people doing evil for evil reasons,
making excuses for acts that can't be
excused by citing evil myths.
Let them enjoy the angry rip of tribal sheathes,
repurposed scythes rising out from colonial histories.
Let them eat the falsely filling cake of lies, forced miseries
that defile practical fulfillment, and
breathe the poisons they agree fit for our
common atmosphere, elsewhere.
Let us help them out the door, as we make
for ourselves a world worthy of all
who value terrestrial vitality.
we are not our ancestors
we are not religions
we are not lines on a map demarcated by war
we are earth made vital
we are seeking minds inviting partners
we are seed and core that survives hard times and grows anew
we are me and you and all we become, alone and together
we are as we agree, composed of dissonance and harmony
Thriving lives matter
Living Earth most greatly matters.
You have no idea the terror I endure.
As I have none of yours.
If perchance we share but an inkling
of heart wrenching gut sinking
why hurt apart in enmity
instead of encouraging empathy?
Wander my vast landscape.
I inhale exotic air on your
revealed shores.
With each mingled breath we murmur:
"Tell me more"
Negate the passion of hate
with the passions we share.
