For all you do and don't, here's a few twigs of the poetree, pour vous :)
C'est La Unvie
A million monarchs lie dead, though,
No less sociological programming of
Upper-middle to rich classes with
Decadence, affluence, inclusion, is.
No less societal determination of
Middle to lower, being excluded by
Division and conquering, privation.
Yet, they, on wing no more, still fly
In our spirit's eye, heal humanities'
Heart. While their silent cry echoes
The 33,000 species extinct each year,
A rate not seen since the last ice age
Ensued; does it move you?
Does your curiosity ask why?
Will you, on this 33rd Earth Day, allow
A tear for all life's fallen? Consider
The losses economic apartheid incurs,
Mirrored by the divide human-centricity
Has levied? Our underlying duplicitous
Disregard for life, greed and oil fueled,
Won't abate for our existence, will you?
( For the beautiful butterflies )
Winged
Walking through this valley grayed,
Whence mountains have been laid
Low, I follow not, nor lead,
Being unleveled, unknown.
Though, still I'm one, and the
Footprints I do not leave,
Trace none. Yet,
For every eagle feather glided this
Way, I stand. It may be our
Sister's and brother's last hand,
That's if they be the family of
Man, and men be man.
It's said, one who will raise the
Dead will come, and, as well, lead
All on. I raised but a few sights
Further, so I doubt that one will
Walk this way. Though, the Life
Is indivisible, there's only you,
Here and now!
Tone
Life's signs and meanings
Perceived by all our senses and
Being's foci of attention, can
Divine from within and without.
That's if our inner-eye
Isn't clouded by false-ego,
Self-conscious self, or doubt.
Injustices
Addressing, not addressing them
have costs, one is individual,
the other is global.
ends or means
Neither do I embrace.
Rather, the struggle well run,
Which uplifts us uncrowned,
Every moment humans race!
responsibility
If you don't exercise it,
Its Siamese twin sister, freedom,
Will wither like a muscle, as well.
A Weaver Of Life
Happy Birthday
To a student of Christ's and Ghandi's.
One who had a dream that someday
We'd live in the promised land and
Took us by the hand.
Yet, we won't get there
If you don't break your chains,
Refusing to be a pawn in their games.
We can't turn our back to those
Unchosen, on the outside or in,
Simply 'cause they can't afford.
We can bring them with us, if we,
Resisting, everyday, their common
Delusions, not be a link in that chain.
The chains that keep our humanities
Growth arrested, our potentials
Unexplored; our thoughts,
Feelings, and deeds flawed.
If you don't refuse
To be the chains that bind you,
We'll never break the chain.
The chain that murders.
The chain of delusions.
The chain of death.
YOU CAN
Talk the talk, walk the walk, and even
Be the be, but, if you don't vote the vote,
You won't ever be livin' in a democracy!
"Love Is Not All"
They ask what they know. For, if I'm, but,
the shadow of a man, then, my life proceeds
me, no? As their psychic abomination
breathes my life, again they refrain, "she rides
on your back", I Beren be, on paths untold,
On Elbereth, of old. They mock, and harking
boast, as they've already drunk many a toast
to what is man's, woman's death, entombed,
in-crested by their seal, their ghastly host.
False-ego, the answer to their opening joke,
their precious just a parlance for,
what you grasp possesses you. "Though,
if there's no possession, how could this be
true?" The body, phenomena too, of
elements and to elements goes. Like attracts
like, the earth beckons, as well, to her womb.
Yet, as Longfellow's "Psalm of Life", retorts,
"dust thou art, to dust returnest, wasn't
spoken of the soul." Nor, of spirit, the whole.
Grimace, they fear undermining life's fabric,
the evolution, will be more arduous than
undoing a thread. I liken their mask to Eric
Fromm's admonition, "people tend to escape
from freedom to familiar forms of authority."
What of the fullest reach of life, being
ourselves to be? There, they fade, "From
Whence..., To Wither", they go, shadow.
For, now Socrates entreats them with, "the
unexamined life's not worth living". Defying
the tacit assumptions of their convolution,
like, winner, loser, predator, prey, sides,
the most fit instead of those that fit most
to reality. Why, you ask, do they substitute
slogans for being? 'Cause, "the introspective
life takes more courage than soldiering." Still
ossifying, the corporate machine continues to
shape the world in its own adolescent,
patriarchal, oligarchic image, as it has God.
Here, hear, off in the distance, hearts tattoo,
Cornel West's "Socratic, prophetic, brought
together blues." For, it's old news that "we've
hardly any rights, and liberties left. Just
sounding brass, tinkling cymbals." Reigning
on humanities' parade. You see, we've not
exercised our responsibility, so, its Siamese
sister, freedom, has withered as well. As
Emily Dickinson's poem's refrain refrains,
"Not In Vain", now, will we be this day,
what it is to be this day?
Glean
Waves spraying our faces, for, we don't walk the walk.
The beaches edge, which ever changes, is where we,
Sky, earth, moon and sea meet.
Breezing through the strong breeze, the
Fuller our lungs the lighter we'd run,
It was to be, with ease.
As reality, she and I stalked ourselves
In those shells silences, like when
We leaped from a slip on a rock to the next, well.
Then sitting still, we glistened, the sun splashing
Through us, as the ocean's and our salt were one.
Her thoughts and mine flowed,
Our feelings were its ebb and flow.
Nature, true, would not be unsung.
That blue gray cloudy day found us in the end.
Finding it by moons ray, our ears to waves did lend.
It was as our footprints,
Truly there, 'til waves did gently lift.
For, if it were that we held it,
Like sand grasped, it wouldn't be a gift.
A Flute Echoes Us
A light within that has always been without
As well, grows, while life's vultures ever circle,
Below. Why has it always been that human beings
Who be more so, have had to be exiles in
Their own lands? This time, more than any other
Before, beckons all life to be most vividly that.
As long as I can, walking the road in the world,
Which is the unwinding path within,
Will enlighten; as it does.
Listening to a song sung and un, without words and
Nature's sing me, I'm naught, but, it's echo and
The mountain which does not rise as that eagle's
Talon leaves a rock perched in its eyre, I,
At the top. Singing, this voiceless rock that isn't,
Resounds a universe's song, which leaving as
A talon did, is felt sky bound, for, it ever plays on.
Now, a galactic wind weaves me through that
Stormless storm, on this unspeck of dust, to here.
Being filled with this songs silences,
I'm reminded of where our mundane life and
The unseen are one. Walking that balance we glean
That living is the grist of our individual mills, and
Discover that inner unfolding is unending.
As well, life is the grist of realities' mill.
So, we've come to pass and learn, as well as teach,
Through life on that wheel, what it is to be,
From within and without.
Ergo, ourselves are the question we always ask,
And the answer we never find. For, when
You put your finger on it, it's no longer there.
The Rainbow's Gift
Blood, forever pouring
For all life, not
One drop spilt, and
Truth, never yellowing,
Though, ever changing,
Create orange, you see;
On the palette of to be!
Musings
In between words and lines,
Poetry's music fathoms
The depths of our heart,
The heights of our intellect
And imagination,
Breadth of our spirit,
Well of our soul,
Alluding to the unknown;
Saliently. For, the muse
But whispers, silently;
Moving in mysterious ways.
Painting's music?
Inexpressible and felt,
Unknowable and experienced;
Of echoing images and silences.
Even the shadow
Speaks of the light!
Shadow and Light
Growing, expression, experience,
Movement, uplifting of mind,
Then heart of dance, "To leap and
Contend", choreographed by self
Unfolding, is art incarnate;
Gestured. ...As in language symbols
Letter poets words through
Their languid dance on leaf,
Thus evoked lifelines are
Freer and freed.
As well, an non-chiseled beauty
Expresses humanity in children's...,
Only the non-sculpted can unsculpt.
Dances soul, our viscosity shadows
Its expressions breadth, realized
In depth through compassion,
Is being universally accessible
Only from inside one's self .
Spirit, quintessential experience of
Fluidity in movements enlivening;
Muse, soma, piety, gaiety.
Earth and sky, we, as agua
Uncontainably articulated, dance!
silent siren
As embryo brought to not know,
With ancient forests gone,
Obsolescence of rights,
Liberty's torch scorched, bell cracked,
Knell snatched, how could she go on.
Yet, borne in arms drawn
From beyond man's loss,
Though, bearing that cross,
We, midwived through the body of blue, go!
For, we hear the call resounding from earth,
As the sun illumines and springs burst,
Gaia's silence implores, humanity
Be not my stillbirth!
Amadou
Your living was a gift.
Your life taken shows us
All how we're not being.
Taking our own lives,
In effect, by not doing
All we can.
You may be dead, yet,
Still, you give us insight,
That we're not fully alive.
May your memory be
A constant reminder of
What we lose when
We fail to be;
That being everything.
Carry On
"We will never stop
'Til we get our freedom."
The song sings, while them that kill it,
Greed driven, avarice ridden, never
Filling their enlarging hole inside, for,
They can't be, nor hide
Their poverty or deathly stride,
Murder to die. These murderers of life
For delusional profits and pleasures,
Why aren't they tried?
Delusions are sweet,
Illusions sweeter. So, what do we do?
Their choosing is losing their potential
To grow, and personal power in the
Moment so, we show the growth, and
Walk towards the dream,
We're realizing for both.
While life, here and now, is the point
Made with art, in our hearts,
Our beings are the heart of the point.
So, it is I stand and say,
The murder stops here.
Turning out back to the convolution,
We walk, evolution's way.
"The Mouse That Clicked"
They say, "where's your passion,
That's why your dead."
It's not delusional pleasures
Which brings the dew to eye,
Mind, to ask why, a bird to fly.
The life, what, is it?
...Is more to be then it is;
In potentia, evolving.
They say, "Caesar hasn't
Gotten his due."
Reality, silently echoes,
Extinction's on your way.
They say, "everything's
La machine"; the
Convolution's devolution,
Bragging. I say,
"We", still being
The life, will!
Leaf
A raindrop forms
In love's eye.
Joy, sadness, let go.
Illumine
Fire in the sky
And your art,
Entering my eye,
Going Sane, Or In?
The F.B.I. knew, but, didn't tell. The military,
No response 'til 3/4 an hour after initial attack.
No air force jets scrambled, to shoot the
Commandeered ones down. Soon, the Central Lack
Of Intelligence Agency will dictate, it wasn't known.
According to the Emperor, in his new threads, he
Will be "victorious in this Christian Crusade against
All terrorists and their supporters", to the 4 corners.
This while the British empire couldn't take the I.R.A.,
Even on their best day. Yes, he really meant,
Non-Christian, non-whites, especially the ones who've
Been pounded for hundreds of years by war with the
Brits, Russians, et al; and eventually, all who disagree.
For, we can't forget his edict to the world,
"Either you're on our side, or you're terrorists".
As if this weren't criminal enough, they're talking
About using nuclear weapons. So, we've W.W.III
Against one of the poorest countries, already in rubble,
Getting famine relief, who practice the fastest growing
Religion, Islam, to kill them and cut OPEC's edge on
US oil; while making radioactive dust?
Then, a chorus of supposed feminists chime in,
"They've oppressed women and children for years.
War is good, as long as women are in leadership after."
Have we forgotten, destruction and murder are
Of no value, they just reinforce the effects of cyclical
Deprivation? There are no "sides", that is a delusion?
How could "we" be so lost, or let them lead us astray?
rahim
Is man deserted in the Middle East?
Does it bleed him as we bleed the earth,
The fouling of one sky always following?
How could the sons of Isaac and Ishmael,
So, not remember their way? Thinking
They're choosing peacing and warring on
Each other for delusional profits, pleasures,
While sanguine sands mark their real loss
Of life, humanities' loss of time.
Wasn't it written, God is watching and
We are returning, as the home of heart
In a child beckons the man that becomes?
Isn't it so, our souls call to us in silences?
Yet, the military machine rolls. What is,
Or could be, heard by any above this?
A woman martyr, 18, imploded by the lies
Taught to her from U.S. written, donated
Textbooks, explodes, taking hers and
Others lives from us. Same as the shining
Sun seems to divine famine.
Here, clouds relent, watering soil,
Cleansing spiritually, some mind's eyes.
While the media's constant chides of,
"You're not the earth, reality isn't your
Womb, rather, a tomb divined",
Though, only smoke and mirrors, divide.
Yet, the life, indivisible, defies, a flower
Blossoms, Michaelangelo's... roll by,
An avian's trill still rings true.
So, what of me and you.
Will we allow individual injustices to go
Unchallenged, devolving into global ones?
Our freedoms to wither, for, we didn't
Exercise our responsibilities? Deaths
Dirge to purge our evolutionary calling?
Manifest destinies rag to drag us through
Their mud, determining the unactuation
Of life, our and large mammals extinction?
Or, will birdsong be sung
Of what we've done?
Let not the only tear to eye be their
Destined flood. Let our sojourns longing
Redefine the sublime in mornings
Awakening. Let life at humanities' hearth
Grow, our being veracity and loving sow.
Exigency Or Humanity?
CIA, KGB, tell us, routine illegal acts of premeditated
Mass-murder guarantee the people's liberty; a higher
Morality. The life knows criminal insanity guards not
Humanity, or anything else. Rather, it devolves it to
Non-existence. For, morality isn't its contradiction.
Being humane, alive, isn't an exercise in theoretical
Philosophy, where tautologically, anything can "be".
Because the inmates have been running the asylum
For too long, "we" can't afford to be mesmerized by
Their mechanistic play; they fabricate as life.
No matter how much their smoke and mirrors,
Song and dance, forcibly fill our populaces eyes,
We can still teach destruction and murder are of no
Real value; and the delusion of sides doesn't exist!
Though, they insist, "those disagreeing are terrorists,
If you're not premeditatedly mass-murdering them,
You are them and should be murdered". What will
Come of their exigency that society meet the needs
Of their extreme religions: supposed science, greed,
Militarism, organized religions, and materialism?
What will be the price society paid in advance, for,
Not effectively separating them all from the state?
As Reich relates, supported by Adler, that descent on
Jacob's ladder is to fascism, individually, communally
Imposed hell; easy to sell to the devolved.
Is it any wonder, this perdition will be realized by
The make believe "Christian" crusade, following in
The Roman Catholic Empire's missteps? How could
We separate it from the state, when we failed to do so
With supposed science, materialism, militarism, etc.?
Where will the emperor in his new threads lead us?
When he states, "terrorists must be smoked out,
Made to run, and killed", he reminds me of Bacon,
Who dictated that, "nature must be hounded into
Wandering, bound into service, made a slave".
As his forbearer, and a make believe Christian too,
He equates humans to animals, denigrating himself
With fascism; while dangerously projecting it to all.
Yes, the Twin Towers, temples of doom, were felled.
Yet, multiplying our past mistaken cycles of war, will
Only reap future destruction, not prevent it.
For decades now, the Non-American, non-Christian,
Non-white world has suffered the unnatural disasters,
Caused by the technological worlds permanently
Altering weather cycles. Their blood also oiling
The US war machine. Millions of tragic deaths
To advance "America's way of life", et al; also, a rate
Of species extinction not seen since before the last
Ice age ensued, and eco-systems destruction realizing
Our future extinction, now. When it'll be, unknown.
Those same imperatives of extremist greed, etc.,
Dictate we use non-renewable energy sources,
Determining humanities fall on the horizon. All
While our countries crisis of perception is projected
As superfluous and supercilious, and the forces
Dividing us from within are given carte blanche.
How could we forget Blake's admonition, "you've
Got to keep from the single vision of Newton's
Sleep", detailing our need to think independently.
For, survival can't replace evolution's nexus, alival.
Or, Thoreau's, that "the only necessity for evil to
Rule a land, is for good men to remain silent".
How could the extremist unending war against
Terrorisms exigency be anything more than the
Efficient and automatic societal transference from
Nihilistic-narcissism to fascisms raison d'etre,
To not be humane. Have we allowed the exigency of
The Cartesian based definition of time to determine us
To be automatons? Why allow Isaac's and Ishmael's
Peacing and warring on each other to determine the
Necessity of the extremism of war; and the muting of
Shakespeare's "relations make music of the spheres"?
Can't we, as Illich relates, "de-school society",
Before avarice determines it's too late?
Do we just fall behind in trying times, or allow
Potentia space to realize growth by struggling,
Relating, thinking, emoting, more, not less? Will
Humanity evoke, or exigency revoke all rights,
In reality? Though Liberty's torch is scorched,
Bell cracked, knell snatched, will we rise to
Fraternity's call? As Blake relates, "if the doors
Of perception were cleansed, everything would
Appear as it is, infinite", in all its possibilities.
A Sign Of The Time
The emperor says, you're either with WWIII, or again'
Us, proving, "from the mouth of babes comes wisdom.";
Just not theirs. Soothes say, here's where it all has to
Happen, seems so; for, if not us, who, here, where,
Now, when, or possibly never? Following la machine's
Fearless lead, Tim Robbins chimes out, "Let us war on
Violence". With enemies like these, the republican's
Convolution's direction of devolution doesn't need
Friends, sure why not be a waron, instead of a moron;
The resemblance, striking, literally. Yet, like PBS,
It's the best we have, and unlike hbo, it's not b.o. A
Chorus, unchiming, that having's an illusion, drowned
Out by their show, is still. 'Cause, isn't the delusion
Built on it, possession, it 9/10 ths of the law, a corner-
Stone of that most vacuum up economic tool of mollock,
War? They hark, what about take away game theory.
This, while the U.S. sucks up 80% of earth's riches,
Being only 5% of its population, causing permanently
Altered weather cycles, determining unnatural disasters
That kill millions, and will billions. C'est la unvie,
They must die so the autocracy ever-concentrates at the
Top, unnatural selection, user, used, predator, prey,
They say. Yet, using is illusion, evolutionary agree-
Ment, reality. Though, the suck: lack of investment in
Innercities, unschools programming memory skills, the
Prison industrial complexes defacto-slavery, the injust-
Ice systems premeditated massmurdering death penalty,
Make believe Christianities antilife unchoices, splitting
Of atom, earth-murder causing extinction, could be the
Start of an eventual blackhole; after they trash Gaia
And flee the collapsing solar system, a losing race to
Escape their ignoring, if responsibility isn't exor-
Cised, its Siamese sister, freedom, will wither, as well.
Now, the Oracle of Tevi illumines, Bishop Desmond
Tutu's "co-creation" is beautiful. But, won't the last
Guy be watching the best show the corporates could
Produce before he dies and humanity is nevermore;
'Cause it chose it wasn't by ignoring destruction is of
No value, murder is suicide stretched over ones future?
