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Taliban Tales

How wrong could I be
were I to assume
most Taliban leaders
in Afghanistan
have aging parents?

Especially mothers,
as it is not specifically healthy
to be a male in such a violent
raped
poverished,
nutritionally-barren place

And Taliban parents
might also have kids hungry and thirsty
and afraid to give us grandkids,
for economic and political starvation reasons.

It might occur to healthy energy democratic leaders
thinkers and feelers
that feeding
and restoring healthy therapeutic ecosystems
could grow better polycultural Afghanistan wealth outcomes
promised by Allah
and YHWH alike.

Restorative, rather than more extractive, retributive justice
could work more WinWin effectively,
than continuing bad karma retributive violent goals
of assured mutual environmental destruction
and inhumane death and dying and terrorizing
paranoid children,
and other forms of almost incalculable dismay
through strategies rooted in punishment
and threat
and counter-terrorism terror,
visiting the sins of fathers
upon Yang soldiers
and Yin sacred daughters and aging mothers alike.

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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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Outrageous Raves

I doubt the opposite of bliss
could be hate,
for bliss blinds synaptic
and fast-fades ephemeral,
as if it too soon
had never been.

Hate broods and breeds
festers and feeds
on past angry memories
fading forward future fears
of empty echoing
hot flowing paranoia
feasting on should have beens,
could have becomes,
if not for ruinous mortality.

In life’s end,
defeat,
in our beginning,
terror of relentless terror.

No, I sense the opposite of bliss
is rage,
blindingly synaptic,
fading back to slow-burning distrust
of life’s long-suffering challenges,
anthro on anthro.
At least, I cannot recall rage
about the weather,
or mosquitoes,
or even swarming bees.

Rage,
contrasted to more generic angry fear-filled panic,
overpowers even Earth’s transpeciating terrors
then fades back
as if it had never been
any more than hyperactive mistrust,
unsafely harbored in swarming seas of dissonant stress.

Blissful rave through hateful rage,
Earth’s vast embodied stage
for feelings flowing like light and dark clouds
before sun and star light’s constant transparent witness,
waiting for emotive multicultures to learn balance,
like midway infants
learning which operatic brights
bring bliss
which bring rage
and what will outrageously radical raves feel like
to timelessly sustain,
living full-stretched balance.

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Please UnCorrect Me

Please correct me if I do not accurately speak for you,
I would not misrepresent your fellow readers
and writers and breathers
and heart-beaters,
but I believe outcomes,
goals we most want
our local and national and international political networks
to actually achieve,
further develop,
move toward a more optimally nutritional economy,
a multicultural co-arising creation story,
both beginning and ending with each day through dreaming night,
and yet continuing throughout each multigenerational lifetime of light,
success stories of health abundance,
more heaven-building,
less hell-raising competition and strife and suffering.

Does it follow that an optimally performing economy
would most likely become the highest and best use product
of a more cooperative political system?
where Both-And dialectic gratitude
isn’t merely lip service prayers of blessing
the hands and minds preparing this feast,
a brief counter-cultural respite
before returning to politics
brought to us by Business As Usual
not-really-news entertainment networks
thriving on Either-Or evolutionary plot-lines
Win for White Hats
is Lose for myopic
hypocritical
egocentric
tyrannical
suspiciously-fascist
yet nakedly conniving political Bureaucrats
and other Black Hat powerful anger-and-fear-fundamental Terrorists.

If we want a cooperatively abundant family
and community
and WinWin national as international economy,
we best change our political story line
from bicameral dissipation
toward bilateral midway discernment
of healthy nutritional
BothTrue-AndHealthEnCulturing supplements,
like Vitamin D feeding rituals of congressional chaplains
begging for rain of grace enculturation,
organically multicultural cooperative economies,
politically developing healthy green plants,
and forests,
therapeutic systems,
nutritional networks,
economic minds
achieving most with least loss
as most politically cooperative gain
for already marginalized, non-elite bodies
electing to serve future empathic-trust generations
of all life systems
as we would best serve
our own ego’s more limited,
and limiting,
services.

Which might therefore need to please be corrected
as I do not accurately speak with you,
my fellow readers and writers and breathers
and bicameral balancing heart beaters.

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Politics of Love

Trust,

rather than terror,

usually beginning with some combination of the two,

is an empathic political choice

to evolve toward healthier mutual regard,

rooted in open and honest full-disclosure

of ego- and eco-centric agendas,

emerging climatic issues,

projects repurposing monopolistic Business As TerrorUsual.

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Earth’s Vocational Union

This Union of happiness
and healthy prosperity,
life’s liberty,
in pursuit of equal EarthRights of InterDependence,
cooperatively contract Earth’s rooted regenerating Union
of political-economic health,
as at least less climatic pathology,
stirrings of dissonant bicameral flow
predicting behavioral trends of BusinessAsUsual
Ego-monoculturing Win/Lose Programs.

Meanwhile,
our Original Vocational Intent
timelessly remains WinWin health-optimization
within each and every EarthTribe evolving incarnation,
midway across normative Tipping Points
of each and every humane bicameral heart
and mind
and body
with DNA/RNA heritage enculturation as history
of deep-learning vocational unions,
ecoconsciousness

Trust: LeftDeductive Yang political-communication power
fuel co-arising dipolar nondual economic bilateral function
CoEmpathy: RightInductive DoubleBind MidWay WinWin
v LoseLose,

Integral dialectical universal ecosystemic learning networks:
Win 0Rigin Left
Lose 0Mega Right resonant-reverse
Win 0Mega Left
coarising reverse-code “Win-Reiterative” memory Right temporal-neural

Prime CoRelational Eulerian ReGenerative Function
as empathic/enthymematic dipolar balanced
reiteratively relational communication balance function
within (0)-soul Earth dipolarity of TaoTime,
then diastatic Space,
then diastolically stretching Place,
then EcoConscious CoPresence,
within a cooperative Union
Declaration of Universal Earth Rights
balancing freedom-to with freedom-from
SunLight’s ReGenerate InterDependence.

While political evolution may be rooted in
my enemies are your enemies,
economic revolutions are rooted in
my potential transactional partners
become my cooperative allies of trust
rather than my bilaterally cooperative enemies of reiterating terrors,
violence and suffering,
active abuse
but also long-suffered neglect of mutually grateful relationship
within our vocational union
of Earth’s Tribes,
and generations
and genders
and cultures
and communication
and deep learning investment choices.

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