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Songs of Resistance

Songs of resistance
are love songs.

Anthems sung together from churches
and temples
to town squares
and capital sold-out markets.

Sounds of acquiescence
are cowering silence
suffered alone
through long and lonely nights
of fear and anger.

Great lovers
prefer to sing
in full harmonies
and resonant octaves
of sound
and loving light,
whether resisting
persisting
or assisting
escorting
affirming love’s compassioned notes.

We sing
when climbing up jacob’s ladder
together.
When climbing down
we feel alone,
are silent
and live in sorrow
for love life’s absence.

Silent majorities and minorities
reassure bullies
and defenders of plutocracy.
Resistance songs
are love medicine
fear-mongerers fear,
yet need the most.

 

 

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Old Forest Tribes

“Alone is a word without meaning in the forest.”
Robin Wall Kimmerer, “Braiding Sweetgrass”

Old rotting trees,
corrupt degenerating logs,
give birth to more forms of diverse life
than they did in their most transcendent living moments
brought to them by Elder networking root systems,
and Father Sun’s most radiant embrace,
and Mistress Earth’s most abundant flow of moisture;
short of catastrophic floods.
Just right flowing strength of healthing wealth.

And each of us humane egos
hopes for the same;
That our regenerative legacy of mind and spirit
will long outlast our bodies
corrupting toward alone
within this shrill cacophony of growing tribal fears,
angers about injustices of Earth’s redistributing,
scandalously democratic,
grace.

Artifacts of tribal violence
predict legacies more like old native forest fires
than slower degenerative effects of wind and rain
and hungry insect tribes of Earth.
Cremation of regenerative destiny
rather than burial,
yet even here
humane ashes
enrich sacred fertility.

Earth’s minerals feed matriarchal fungi
as Sun’s light fuels patriarchal algae.

In this lichen forest of our anthrocentric
and animal
and tree
and plantation lives and deaths,
alone speaks lonely fear of violent burned-out death,
a revolutionary moment
within Earth’s redolent forest
of potential timeless relationship.

Absolute,
like autonomy,
are words not spoken
in old growth forest
life within death.

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Traveling Death Salesman

I can’t sleep.
Or, I can
and did
for three hours
but I continue waking
into a Stephen King nightmare
too real to ignore
because I feel isolated
in this quagmire
of hopeless history.

In this my collective nightmare,
President Trump goes to Saudi Arabia
like Mr. Smith goes to Washington,
bold as an August justice day,
to sell 110 billion dollars of U.S. manufactured ballistics
in this heart of Middle East thirst
for violence–
like selling dope to jonesing crack addicts.

This deal is signed in the blood of our children
then celebrated in full glare of multi media spotlights
with blood dripping off our chins
and hands.
This is a really sweet success
for climate health and freedom fighters
and, oh yes,
our wealthy industrious friends
who rake in their riches
on the strong back
of capitalism’s vaguely cannibalistic WinLose addictions.

This nightmare continues on to Israel
where Jewish leaders wait
until our blood-stained ambassador
of international arm-sales corruption
turns his back
before at last declaring their alarm,
echoed at his next stop
in the Vatican
where even this home of history’s Crusades
finds such dark triumphalism
a bit too treacherously much.

Yet, as often as I awake within this bloodshed bacchanal
blaring with unseemly deep night trumpets
I also wake to total BusinessAsUsual silence
here in this U.S. home.

Here it feels alien accepted
that this is whom we have near bloodlessly become,
crack and frack and oil addicts
selling our preferred markets of death
in exchange for oil
or cash,
our democratically held self-esteem so low
we cannot remember our lowest common denominator
used to be a shared multiculturing Golden Rule.

We have better stuff to sell
for hope of light
not deadly despair.

So here I sit
in the middle of this night’s terrifying domestic silence,
wide awake with guilt
about such dark leadership
we have loosed in a troubling Earth
longing for even just one drop of climate sanity.

110 billion dollars re-invested.
Ours
to grease these well oiled wheels
of military industrializing tycoons
even General President Eisenhower
warned us against.

I guess healing our planet
and our extending brother-sister relationships
will have to wait
until all our guns
and oil,
bombs
and hate,
soldiers
and their innocent children
are gracelessly gone.

I doubt that dawn will ever come again,
yet worry what new macabre celebrations
in vampire cannibalistic capitalism
may appear across our morning screens,
knocking on and out and through our back doors
while our children sleep
in too short innocence.

110 billion for nihilistic death and terror sales
and not one entrepreneurial peep in protest
of sacrilegious prancing.
It is this screaming silence of abject immoral despair
that continues awaking me,
hoping I might see midnight lights
of kindred nightmare souls
haunted by such dark blood business
baldly broadcast as if to help us better sleep.

I toss and turn alone
while other childlike immigrants on Earth
sleep through 110 billion bloody nightmares.

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In Season And Out

In and around Auschwitz
Barbed wire still weeps
through too long denied rain.

In and around Annihilation
Denied climates fast creep
toward pathology’s pain.

Through surrounding Anger
Charged hate denies sleep
for those who must explain.

In tyrannic Acid
Barbed boundaries sweep
out lies of monstrous strain.

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EarthDay by Day

Day by day
within each passing shadow,
surging strength
to grow from fear through time.

Night by night
without full hope of living,
doubt pervades
my troubling mind’s worst fears.

Night by day
and day by night
within each dwelling passion,
faith I find
to live despite dark nights.

Day by night
and night by day
we dream co-dwelling passions,
loves as lives
to die apart in light,
to fly as part of bright.

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I Am Not His Property

I wake up with a great startle.

My Obama EarthTribe CoOperative WinWin GlobalVillage Dream
was merely my hibernation.
I dreamed we share richly valued properties from healthy-wealthy African Elders,
but awake, once again,
only to painfully remember
I am now merely His property.

I have become enslaved by His addictions to LeftBrain supremacy,
entitlement to compete,
not for Win/Lose survival,
but, now, more ultimately and climatically,
for His self-aggrandizing scent
of Western White StraightMale entitlement,
naked privilege to commodify others,
to colonize us domesticated quasi-Loser Also Rans,
by raising barbed wire electric fences,
fueled with depleting oil and coal and formerly healthy soil and souls
and air and water,
now recombining toward His Perfect Storm,
His hate-producing Plantation.

Not everyone needs cotton,
but every mindbody can reproduce and consume hate.
Hate sells and commodifies potential African/EurAsian RightBrain Elder love-health properties,
cooperatively owned and held and shared and transacted
WinLeft-WinRight MindBodies.

I hate waking up this way,
mere property of Him,
when I can still remember my dream.
We share cooperative-integral-multicultural properties
of BlackElders,
nurturing brown-skinned Earth Mammas
singing rich contralto Exodus
and ReGenesis WinWin full-harmonic anthems.

We shall overcome,
with love of these same shared Elder properties,
what He would capture and enslave as hate like Him,
as EgoConserving-Autonomous empty Hubris,
absence of integrity,
confusing this dawn of and for conserving Earth’s climates of gratitude
for shared multiculturing Elder health-wealth properties,
dissembling active hope with WinLose supremacist strategies
for further beheading powers to own me
through His self-addicted
self-condemning
self-excommunicating
self-impeaching
LeftBrain EgoSupremacy
on this new cooperative dawn of Yang/Yin integrity
with LeftDeductive/RightInductive conserve-progress reproductivity,
reweaving not so much hate about His needs
treating me as His mere commodity,
to free Him and me to love how we both cooperatively share
our AfricanElder EarthMother healthwealth fertile properties.

God bless his StraightWhite Master shrinking heart.
He’s doing his LeftBrain UberYang best
to keep all His self-condemning ego-conserving slaves apart
for fear we could remember
this cooperative on and off-line potential
to sing our songs
and dance our marches
of circling love
so AfricanMatriarchal Peaceful,
rich fertile Yintegrating Flow of karmic eco-redeeming grace.

No one shrinking heart of fear-mangled RightBrain RePression
could build sufficient firewalls of confusion and fake news
fast enough to contain this viral tsunami of love’s peaceful
global
CoOperative,
healthy Left-Right balancing ReGenerative Wealth ReSolution.

This Plantation,
unlike His other privately-held corporations,
is cooperatively owned and administered
by all us former slaves of colonialism,
stretching our LeftHealth/RightWealth grappling dawn
of Let My People Go
through WinWin mutual responsibility
of self-governing
self-owning
self-executing
self-helping cooperativity
as sung through centuries
by BlackMatriarchal EarthLovers.

 

 

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Integrity of Empathy

Why need we insist on a difference
worthy of significant notice
between universal empathy
and uniting trust in co-relational health?

Whose interests,
economic and/or political,
are served by severing
external face of nature’s intelligent form
from integrity’s internal spirit of regenerate function,
co-empathic trust,
or whatever unlanguaged choices our insides inductively feel
and then deductively-reductively,
yet trustingly,
think feel right
and true,
and good,
and rationally balanced?

How could universal Yang’s empathy
not include unitarian Yin’s integrity of regenerative trust
in DNA’s and older RNA’s decompositional holonic mirrors
of enthymematic fertile rememory?

Why would ought else feel and sound and think
as antipathic negative powers of dissonance,
anticipating chronic ecopolitical paranoia,
vulnerable to further sociopathic condemnation,
exacting higher educational and parenting standards
for ever more fear and anger management?

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Avatar of HealthRights

As we become Avatars of healthier climates
we absorb nutritional empowerment
preferring more therapeutic cultures.

What is the difference between cultural awareness
and integrative communication,
successfully regenerative-potentiated communication,
healthy dynamic vitally redundant communication,
nutritiously benign reiterating viral communication,
further enculturing communication?

Perhaps LeftBrain’s normatively benign,
yet also sometimes synaptically predative, Ego
sees and hears and smells and tastes nutritious enculturing opportunities
and their concomitant risks to others
only when RightBrain remains contentedly communicating
with Ego-as-Earth-Iconic polypathic integrity.

Integrity of nutritional needs v wants,
limited by threats to continued enculturing Ego capacity
to communicate cultural health freely,
evolves co-empathic Left/Right trust
in internally digesting truths
as enculturing, ecopolitical, beauty.

We all nutritionally digest,
and toxically divest,
as integratively as possible,
during our healthiest climate moments and days
and maturing years.

Ego-regenerating Left-Right synergy
reproduces ego/eco-consciousness
of Self as organically networking part of EarthTribe-
Other Life/Death ReGenerate HealthSystems.

Enculturing communication
is what Left and Right compete and cooperate for;
our universally multiculturing integral vocation.

Just as Elder RightBrain is a cultural artifact
of past sacred-natural regenerations,
so too newer languaged communicating Ego’s LeftBrain ecoconsciousness
of cultural-cooperative health
and anti-enculturing, competing pathology
co-arisingly evolves as Iconic Avatar
of Earth’s cooperative Tipping Point potentialities,
free to benignly co-parasite with Others and Earth,
free from predative, non-polypathic fear-rooted distrust
of Ego’s untimely death.

WinWin Avatars of Left/Right enculturing communication,
with benignly ecopolitical cooperative intentions and practice,
digest our communal organic ecosystemic journey
through past regenerations
of Left/Right Brain language landscapes
belonging benignly co-parasitic within
Elder RightBrain’s Matriotic-embryonic health climates.

Avatars virally emerge
integrate
digest
produce
regenerate benign co-parasites
for Earth’s healthy futures,
from Earth’s matriotically wombed,
ecologically nutritious,
enculturing past revolutions
of cooperative ecoconsciousness,
doing our best to LeftBrain communicate
what RightBrain regeneratively feels,
both benign climate trusts
and cognitive-affective dissonant fears
about the cultural survival of regenerative time ourselves.

Rather than ego-anthrocentric monoculturing aspirations,
Avatars of healthy ecopolitical climates
absorb polypathic nutritional empowerment
from wealthier ecotherapeutic polycultures.

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Sacred Calculations

I wouldn’t want you to walk away
with any miscalculations about me.

I am about as wild and crazy as society will allow
without confinement for my own protection.

Whenever I read a self-marketing sign

Please Help…
Vacancies of home and stomach,
Needing to be filled.

I feed the bearers of these signs
of society’s emargination
into raw and naked
erase and start again.

When I notice long-haired grunge,
low-budget gypsys with backpacks and shopping carts,
heading toward me asking to become excused
for asking for things they need,
I head in their direction
to find our best redirection
together.

My husband begrudges every dime
and points out I’m too wild
for pouring mostly alcohol
or worse down throats
without a home.
He claims they’re addicted suicides
waiting for death’s embrace.

But, I say this is too often true
and who am I to judge
those who explore doing their best
of worst available options
given all their dark stuff come before
through self-medication
mixed with sheltered soups
and public kitchens?

Were I or he on that street
rejected by our own history of defeat
I would hope to find those wise enough to stay
with me long enough
to help medicate my way,
to suffer with my emptiness
and ask me please to stay,
tell them all my blues,
sing and dance this suffering away.

I’m retired.
Have more cash than I could ever need,
and don’t want to go out that way,
hoarding funds for those who already have too much
while somewhere out there stands
a homeless sign whose bearer
prefers to drink her lunch.

If our legacy composes
both what we do for love
and what we do not do from fear,
If both our action and omissions,
our positives and negatives,
remain behind to feed and haunt our kids,
then why would I not choose
to offer medicines of caring
when neglect is so clearly that of which
this homelessness was made.

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Good Earth Prophesies

Beware of those who would solicit your political or economic loyalty
by attributing to you
fear, anger, and/or hate motivations,
concerns,
issues you presumably share.

Loyalty,
potentially sustainable through multiple regenerations,
follows the lights and richer-hued darks of your positive motivations,
shared loves and hopes
and multiculturing beauties of healthier nutrition.

Shared pathologies breed merely mutual immunities.
CoMentoring, CoArising Loyalties
respond to shared empathic trusts,
roots of political and economic positive relationship,
rather than absence of relativity, integrity,
or even a decent sense of humor.

Encourage your parents to read this,
suggest thet kindly invite your more generously mindful loyalty,
rather than immunity of mutual-absence,
Business As Usual,
once again.

Expect your political parties
to remember parties evolve following invitations to share love,
not fear, not hate
and eventual pathological dismemberment,
financial marginalization,
and terrors of toxic monoculturing stews,
monopolistic supreme-designs.

Feed actively cooperating empathy,
to starve hyperactive competing fears
and angers
and hatreds reinforcing corporate/familial/tribal enculturing distrust.

Beware those who would use your fears
because they are not resourceful enough
to own and name and claim our co-empathic ecopolitical loves,
Earth’s optimally healthy-therapeutic wealth.

Beware of false Medicine Men.

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