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She Thinks About Fame

She thinks about fear
with quick step of right foot

And thinks about why
as she swings with strong left

Why she can’t think
of a name
When he’s deep in his greed
for more fame.

Should it not be the case
famous greed has a face?
This greed for His fame
should have Her blazed name
for His infamous Self

Hidden
yet naked
green greed of Her ego-less
to be known
and renowned,
pre-nouned
and revered.

She thinks about envy
to be set apart
with slower right steps
toward most famous of all
on His left.

She worries Her right
to collectively fight
to forget her DearLord’s clearly wrong
infamous death,
A long-term event
in autonomous greed
known only in crossing
His terrorizing Left

He longs for omnipotence
She knows as lack
of changing endurance.

He belongs omnipresently right
She feels nowhere left
to polypathically go.

He wants righteous omniscience
She fears nothing left to learn

Where greed envy colonies
greet Her past sullen deeds
and furious inflamations
wrestling with fear
stepped out and in right
of fame’s polyphonic refining destinations
steeped left

Marching and arching
preening while gleaning
knitting while needing
sleeping while slurping
faming while lurking
blaming in shaming
disgusting and lusting
crusting while rusting
lacking more lucking

Infamous need
to find absence of greed
in original silent green
win/win ultra-nonviolet
Her passioning seeds
His humbling tombed greeds.

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Mechanical Flies in Organic HealthSystems

In Systems Theory
there hides a transparent bias toward positively resilient systems

And there hides an unfortunate bias toward magically created
mechanistic systems

Competing in hierarchical global networks
empowered from sublime Above
and from Outside
domination by missionary zealous soldiers,
LeftBrain elitist owners
and their diabolical industrialized worker flies,

Including a few elite wiser and smarter predative inventors
of ever-better and faster and convenience-enhancing mechanical systems
for burning limitless positive energy
to worship on the alter of business-like industry;

Unlike synergetically balancing Earth,
our intellectual WholeSystem integrity-balance exemplar,

Earth icon of organic superego
cooperatively self-governing good healthy climates–
sacredly interdependent systems,

Heard and health-watched and wealth-languaged
back in animistic days
of humane/divine nature-spirit nondualistic philosophy-religion,
spiritual-natural extended family trust relationships

Suffering from loud nightmares
prophesying and professing future awe-enlightening
mechanistic Rapture harvests
of all unripe ego eggs
still unworthy of full competitive life,

Distracted by disassociated threats,
by pathologically non-performing autonomous Fail-systems
headed terrified away to Lose economic thunder
and Lose empowering potential integrity
and Lose ecological trust relationships
and Lose theological opportunities for future communion
and Lose natural spirit synergy,
and Lose spiritually deadening nature v spirit subclimates,
absence of environmentally re-empowering karma.

Secular commodified mechanical systems
become distracted by graceful
truthful
trusting
integral animistic love,
healthy active WinEarth to WinEgo positive outcome trajectories
for one globally healthy
organic
permaculturing system
Restoring polypathic justice
to divinely humane ZeroZone SystemSouls,

Reweaving formative forests and rivers and oceans
into re-connecting green EarthMother,
healthy Gaian EcoSystem
and Her season-fractal subsystemic
non-mechanical climate healers
of organic growth
and resilient
polypathic
healthy wealth development.

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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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Trickling Down and Out Theories

Those of us living in the USA
too often hear Republican capitalist dogma
of The Great Trickle Down Theory,
in which those who have most
must get more first
so they can hire more who have least,
although perhaps not with living wage
and preferably without health care if at all feasible,
to spread this centralizing wealth around
so we can become better day and night consumers
of all the thneeds and trinkets offered in exchange
for our enslaving rented lives.

And so it was with raised eyebrows
I heard Donald Trump explain
to us unwashed and un-self-insuring masses,
that he paid so very little income taxes
because it is his sacred duty
to himself
his family
and his stockholders
and incorporated co-investors
to pay as little tax and operating fees as legally possible
so there is more to hoard,
and less and less to trickle out.

So, I guess this carries some tension
with Trickle Down,
becoming, more accurately,
The Not-So-Great Trickling Out Theory
of richest capitalist hoarding.

But, just in case you are listening, Donald,
which I know you are not,
but maybe some more responsible Republican employer,
I am quite sure that Wharton never spoke this lie
that you have any legal, much less moral, obligation
to retain as much wealth as possible
to re-invest in further corporate greed
to act as little trickling out as possible
while speaking in loud nationalistic patriotic
Trickle Down and Out!
to all us little people,
sometime,
preferably after this year’s self-congratulatory pay out,
made possible by all us humble caregivers
opening your doors for tips
and cleaning your several stressed toilets,
where only yellow and brown
too slowly trickle down.

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Trump’s Plutocratic Party

Plutocracy–politics for, of, by, and with financial riches.

What does Donald Trump tell us
about what he expects for us and from us
in return for his personal investment
in national political/economic leadership?

In the past record
he seems to have expected to reduce the expenses of labor,
workers,
producers of goods and services,
to increase short-term financial benefits
to wealthier co-investors,
like himself.

If Mr. Trump has run on his past record
then why would workers,
laborers,
producers of goods and services,
much less prisoners and homeless and marginalized populations,
expect a change of game plan?

If he has asked us to anticipate a change of game plan,
then what does he offer by way of relevant experience
for any public office
intended to grow our long-term sustainable
healthy, happy, and reasonably good-humored, cooperative prosperity?

I suspect what lies behind this Trump Card’s motivation to win
is a significant private wager that he could buy this too
if he really wanted to.
But what he would do with such leadership
once won
would all be downhill loss
for Mr. Trump as for all his plutocratic friends,
their children,
and our children’s children.

Plutocracy could be democracy,
depending on whether we define wealth with healthy cooperative outcomes,
or do we continue with defining health as wealth-competitive outcomes,
and where we draw our ecological political-economic line
distinguishing between healthy wealth and co-arising greed
which breeds envy,
not further regenerative healthy wealth.

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