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Liberating Addiction

I need to talk about addictions,
about my addiction issues,
and maybe yours.

Addiction gets a deserved bad rap
but that doesn’t mean we have no more
than mean-spirited possibilities.

Our first addiction,
and, for the lucky ones,
the functional extended multigenerational
multicultural families
and liberating tribes,
also the last,
is love.

Love,
hidden or wide unwalled open
for another human,
another species,
another culture,
another part of Earth,
and other, costly
medicinal substitutes,

Drugs and alcohol,
guns and loud danger,
cars and sex,
coffee
and comfort
and convenience,
beauty
and enlightenment
and luxury,
notoriety
and money
and security,
all poor substitutes
for the nurturing feel
and natural touch,
nutritional smell and taste,
native sight and sounds
of love.

I have two issues
with addiction.
One is my obsessive-compulsive need
for my next, even better, fix
what’s broken.

I find it humbling
to be cravenly overpowered
by physical and mental,
natural and spiritual, want,

By my longing to climax
resiliently
resonantly
universally embraced by Earth’s most incarnate
and eternal
esteem,
communion,
co-passion.

But, physical addiction
can be softened,
eased,
healed more readily
and stadily
if not for my shame
and hide in the closet
self-judgment,

If not for my weak
and sinful shadow nature,
My need to hide
my darkest fruit truths
about not being in control
of my own autonomous will power.

And, so it is,
I hide my greatest weakness,
my greatest internalized enemy,
and thereby feed and water feelings
of guilt,
self-blame shame,

A failure to grow vulnerable love for others
I cannot see in naked love
and truth
and transparent beauty
because I fear to meet judging eyes
and minds,
voices
conserving dismissive choices.

Secret addictions
have all my darkest powers
of steadfast
and cyclical disempowerment.

Acknowledged addictions
I can call out courageously,
then curiously explore
with my housemates,
neighbors,
teachers and parents,
children and listeners,
supportive groups of similar addicts,
medicating absence of love’s
spiritual wealth
without natural walls.

Fears and angers spoken
and named
thereby weaken
as love swells
for positive addiction,

Which, as long as not risked
stays absent,
even from our healing selves
grasping mercy
for becoming merely mortal
and expecting my birthright
of a health wealthy society
good faith community
family
with multicultural addiction values
and unlovely disvalues

Summarized in GoldenRule behaviors
and positively addicted open
vulnerable
transparent
courageous
actively curious gratitude
attitudes of cooperative disclosure.

This power of my unhealthy addictions
lies more heavily in hiding my self
secret depressions
repressions
suppressions
dark impressions
that true and beautiful,
resonant and resilient love
is too far above
my emotional pay scale,
worthy of our co-redemption,

Too big a reach
to try to open up again,
to share my weak addictions
and strong compulsions
to feel and touch
taste and see
where love was lost
while pursuing lesser
hidden things.

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Red Economics v Green Ecologics

HeteroSapiens have bipolar developed
miraculous capacities
to stretch and blur
legitimate moral peace initiatives
subordinate to licit legal judicial systems

Judiciously approved punishment
for misdemeanors
felonies,
cardinal
and moral
and carnal
and original sins
requiring flat fees
regardless of capacity to pay,
imprisonment,
enslavement,
lynching,
beheading,
burning at the stake,
chemical injections,

Capital disembodied punishments
NOT defined
refined
divined as unusually cruel retributions
against those creatures legitimate society
has decided to eliminate
as painlessly and personlessly,

Decontextualized from unfortunate eco-political circumstances
extending BusinessAsUsual retributive justice
because humanity continues to fall short
of commitment to global green win/win peace
non-violent communication
LifeCulture

Is not punishing DeathCulture
which remains judiciously licit
socially sanctioned
retribution

Justice punishingly nonpeace prevails,
rains down from Heaven’s Whitest
Pearly Gates
without hope or intention
of lion/lamb co-passioned win/win
green casteless peace.

Mind and body shocking actions cruelly taken
by retributively judicious
StraightWhitePatriarchal real property owners
appear historically unusual
in our socially licit extremes
of hidden torture
rape
extortion
commodification
monetization

Publicly debated
when publicly inflicted experiments
in optimal pain thresholds
and most cost-effective ways to kill

Whipping to DeathCulture
up to the limit of skin and nerves
to continue breathing
longing for peace
in a demonic
sadistic
greedy
market-serving
win/lose
capitalistic desocialized justice system
disempowering
and unenlightened
absence of active green peace hope
for win/win cooperative
co-invested options.

Licit judgmental world views
that cannot safely see
the integral
healing universally usual
uncruel potential
for win/win restorative justice systems

CoRedemptively uncriminalizing
by cooperative co-ownership
in a vibrantly healthy
interdependent wealthy democracy
inter-positive multicultural
ecopolitical EarthPeace
re-informing our sacred place
in this health-justice planet

Practicing non-violently communicated
restorative co-redemptive justice
win/win focused deliberations
rather than trying to cope
with increasingly viral chronic stress

Of avoiding cruel
and unusually win/lose suboptimizing
compromises

Of integrity’s Great GreenPeace Transition
post-pandemic prophetic
post-climate pathology profits
post-millennial proponents
for restorative justice circles

Centering on Earth’s Win/Win
ego/eco/theo/geo/bio/social/psycho-Logos/Mythos
Original NonViolent Dialogue
rooted in multicultural Creation Stories

Of green indigenously redealt peace
health-systemic ReCreation’s ReStory
speaking positive interfaith CoRedemptive Justice,

Divinely inspired
by CoMessianic humane EcoBodhisattvas
playing and working with win/win uncruel
unusually unpunishing nonviolent games,

Multicultural strategies
for legitimate compassion voices
making more peaceful LifeCulture
ego/eco/theo-logical
cooperative peace-experienced choices.

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Sympathy Isn’t Quite Empathy

To affirm and promote acceptance
of one another
and all together one
is to also affirm and promote
growing capacity for active empathy,
not settling for passive,
sometimes also ToughLove aggressive,
sympathy

The best possible outcome
being mere liberating tolerance–
which is still a big evolutionary step up
from conservative survivalist
intolerance,

Which anyone
who is in any way
not BusinessAsUsual
LeftBrain dominant
StraightWhite patriarchal
can tell you,
at probable great anecdotal length
personal
political
economic
cultural
education sadly replete
with unsystemic intolerance
of indigenously sacred
Wisdom

That win/lose passive tolerance
is NOT active
democratically healthy
wealthy multicultural acceptance,
an immensely positive moral
legal
spiritual
natural polycultural
deep immersion value

Omnipotently integral potential knowledge
of why eco-political empowerment
and enlightening wisdom
are more than mere personal win/lose tolerance

LeftBrain dominantly verbalized
capitalized
fathered YangPower
against EarthMothering YintegraLight

Of HerStoric wise-felt feeling
knowledge
co-investing in empathic Wisdom

To affirm and promote acceptance
of one another
and all together one.

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Torch Song Eulogy

I have given up on us

because you gave up on us

before I ever came along.

 

You saw in me some hope

that maybe you were wrong

perhaps the human race could be redeemed

if just one

would take the time

to notice and care

that you are.

 

But I was not that one for you,

the one to see wealth

where you have it

rather than long to be fed

what is not yours to provide.

 

It breaks my heart to know

that I can’t fix yours.

I step into your absent space

and here I am without you

where I can only see you

as my fixer-upper.

 

I am afraid to be your only love

it feels too much to ask of me

to love you when you’ve never loved another.

Can you tell me why

you never cry

when I try to hurt you?

Can you tell me why you only cry

when I tell you that I want you?

 

But I can’t find you.

I had given up on me

before you ever came along.

 

I saw in you my last dark hope

that I could share myself

without running out

until our dying day.

We would never end

telling stories of now,

and then,

and why we never want this one to end.

We would look outside

in each other’s eyes

and see inside

through each other’s eyes.

It’s those parts under your skin

your mind

your heart

too weak for faith that I might care

and know you as you are.

 

And yet, you hope,

it lingers there,

ringed finger glow reflects,

where we grow hope

that’s positive;

so water it.

 

Rich warm compost hope emerges

from and for lost faith that love could be for us

to share

and from such diverse synergy

grow love for all who come to wear

our radiant worn-out rug.

 

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