May the sickness cease

How do I work toward a goal

when I have no agency?

Stuck in this sticky stew,

the best I can do is suck

air through a tube to breathe.

Plans to move upward lead

only to grief.

Preach from your perch above

that losers deserve our sad

destinies.

You speak to ears

too submerged to hear.

 

 

 

 

I understand – You are relatively wealthy, therefore

happy to carry the myth of rich man’s virtue.

But what about all of those yous who never

“made it”?  Is that because you are too lazy,

undisciplined, just bad?

 

 

 

Rejecting a truth because cynical politicos use it

to manipulate, is them winning the battle to control

your hearts and minds.

 

 

5/6/19 

meaningless meanness

Flinging isms

as if they are weapons

or arguments

But how many of these soldiers

even know history, how they

came to be, what they are/were

meant to mean?

More useful to state positions clearly,

not isms, but personal concerns.

Granting time to converse and learn,

useful vision is informed

by panoramic views.

 

 

 

We have no respect

We have no honor

 

5/4-5/19

whose world?

We don’t do better

turning our country back

but by getting together to

face and engage with our future.

 

 

 

 

Who cares

or congratulates

my grand fantasies --

besides me, but why am I never enough?

If this stupid world won’t change

toward my direction --

that’s not my fault.

Responsibility clearly can’t deny reality.

If people need to fight, to fear,

to destroy our only ecosphere,

to end history and every story left unsaid --

I’ll be dead before this play’s last scene.

None of this plot, this show, this audience

had any thought for me.

 

 

 

 

“Black and White together --

We shall not be moved.”  We sang, together,

marching for justice in the maligned ‘60s.

And we believed that together we would prevail

over the haters.

We were very young.

But there were older women and men marching as well

-- everyone so intent, entrained like ecstatic dancers,

believing and moving together to manifest our common dream.

After the demonstration to gain public recognition, we would

talk and plan how to realize the world we all knew we must achieve.

And today, a new millennium,

how can we not have realized that dream?

 

 

 

 

They treat us badly

as creatures of their inner fantasy,

never really seeing us at all.

 

 

 

4/28-5/3/19

divorcing humanity (it begins)

It was an arranged marriage.

I, newborn, unaware of expectations.  Their world assumes patronage of my ignorance, takes me in hand for indoctrination and sorting.  [only an early start]

on purpose

I create and find, to share, ideas/information/art

 

 

The end can never justify the means

if that means is evil. 

For one, that imagined blessing might not manifest.

And if it does, evil means make evil ever easier.

 

 

It may feel good to march chanting in the streets,

raising banners, waving fists at the Them,

getting thrown in jail in solidarity.

Yes, the solidarity, the many moving together,

united action helps to bond.

But to achieve, to make change, to form

caring communities that never end, we need to

get together to brainstorm and support

each individual’s growth in vision, share ideas,

criticize with love, do the associative work that

creates interactive progress from individuals,

small groups, local politics and media, regional,

national, worldwide as practical plans emerge,

evolve, disseminate.

 

 

Pay attention to obstacles – they have stories.

 

 

Bullies put down

those perceived as better

to feel power.

 

 

To think, to dream

to become aware of amazing ideas

and histories, art that speaks to me,

tells me stories that surprise with

deep emotion.

 

 

Responsibility

to an uncaring world

Been there/done that

to death (and beyond,

perhaps in metaphor)

Not a good strategy.

Time (what is time,

but a metaphor?) slipping,

turning thin and translucent

to realign.

I have always depended on

imagination.

Worlds, phrases, moonshine and insane

displays of disarray coalesce into poetry

that nobody cares to share their time,

or eyes or minds – not in tune with

who they are.

It’s not that I ever belonged, but strayed

or was transfigured by ugly quakes of fate.

No glowing past to regain or admire.

What I have exceeds my desire.

 

 

4/21-27/19

changing signs

Western civilization is based on a conquest mentality,

at war with the natural world.

 

 

 

We value what makes us feel good.

We value lies that tell us

we value truth.

 

 

 

cycles end/cycles begin, but there is no true end or beginning

it is an unfolding of an expanding universe,

a series of viewpoints as we move along our paths,

a series of moments in which we say "now"

 

 

4/18-20/19

the momentary release of sin

The point of idolizing guns is to not have to follow rules

we don’t believe in, because violence is on our side.

 

 

I embrace my neuro-identity

and enjoy being me.

 

 

This is how we lose our minds, our hearts,

our living histories.

Bound and swaddled, unable to

realize real lives

within constructed fantasy of costs and benefits

based on frames of property

4/7-14/19