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Friday, March 31, 2017


He looked for the
Beginning and middle
Of his Helen of Brooklyn,
But only found her ending.

My Helen of Brooklyn,
Fickle as the moon,
Eschewed the beginning
Of our intimate relationship,
Sought for its middle,
But only found its end.

Thursday, March 30, 2017


My hardness on
The Mohs Scale
Is a ten,
But you try to
Make me believe
That I am a five-tenths.

My grievances against you
Will I take to Hades,
Before Mt. Olympus.

Ceberus will I battle
Thereafter victoriously,
To exit the Underworld,
After proffering my eternal soul.

On Mt. Olympus
Will I offer as sacrifice,
My natural diamond heart
For your head of talc.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Glibness Undermined

Glibness Undermined
The enormous fear of change borne out of a sudden and grave illness will reveal the essence, both moral and psychological makeup, of a man or woman, especially as it will undermine cold, glib construction and manipulation of untruths.

Sifting Through

Sifting Through
One's positive esteem of self is the soul's reflection.

One's negative esteem of self to null is the soul's reflection refracted.

"Rock bottom" allows one to sit, literally at the bottom of the rabbit hole, and sift through uninterrupted, for a good while, with the refraction of the soul's reflection, thus recognizing, assessing, and discerning the locus of the distortion.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

His Soul's Reflection

His Soul's Reflection

He was her granite
When she needed anchor,
She, his quicksand;
He was her candlelight
When the sun set,
She, his squall;
He was her North Star
When she needed direction,
She, his broken compass;
He was her aortic valve clear
When she felt burdened,
She, his atherosclerosis;
He was her HDL
When her health failed,
She, his LDL.

And then...
His Helen of Brooklyn
Began to gaslight him.
Thus, his soul decreed:
"After decades of toiling,
A self I have forged.
Let no one defract
My soul's reflection."

Thus, he learned:
His positive esteem of self is
His soul's reflection.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Journeying On (... continued)

Journeying On
Henceforth and till,
He'll remember the 
Prophetic voices
Of his therapists
Nudging him out
Of many rabbit holes.

Henceforth and till,
He carries forward
Inside his heart
The arc of his
Life heretofore,
A wondrous miracle.

Henceforth and till,
Let his laborious
 Stouthearted decades in 
Facing Depression
Anxiety Disorder
Be reminder constant.

Death's Soulmate

Death's Soulmate

Romantic love without discernment is need, lust, naivete, or trickery.

Doing, and inflexible goal-setting are the antitheses of life.

A life predicated on achievements is anti-death; therefore, negates life itself.

Death is the soulmate of life, for neither the fear of man, objection from him, and denial of their chemical bond by man could ever dissever their cosmic bond.

Federal law leaves little to no room for politicians, at the State level, to manipulate or barter with privileges.

Privilege is relative, not absolute.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Journeying On

Journeying On
Henceforth and till,
He'll have the stars
At night in the sky
To beckon him North
Of joyous tryst awaiting.

Henceforth and till,
Let the ocean's waves
Carry forth to distant shores
The miscarriaged memories
Of soulmating unbirthed.

Henceforth and till,
May his heart
Flutter forward
At a turtle's speed
Character holding
In careful observation.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

The Free Captive

The Free Captive
A captive can be freer than his captor, for ultimately one's cosmic freedom and responsibility in life is not at all dependent on one's station, but truly on one's moral imagination or lack thereof; thus, one's moral imaginings will conceive and strengthen the muscles of compassion, empathy, and discernment for all of human's mutual oppression.
The captive's fear of suffering in life is always more pernicious than his concrete, physical shackles, for his fear of suffering is indeed and in deeds his spiritual shackles which robs him of his moral imaginings, his gift of forgiveness for self and the "other," and as a result his transcendence.
Goddess bless, reader!

Unearned Privilege?

Unearned Privilege?
A privilege is never earned.
One earns a wage, maybe, but definitely always a consequence.
Unearned privilege is a redundancy which bewilders further, rather than elucidates.
A privilege is bestowed upon one by society, based on one's tribal positioning, whether it be sex, "race," economics, education, et al.

One definitely always earns an external consequence, without the reciprocal carte blanche from a privilege.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Holding a Mirror of Discernment

Holding a Mirror of Discernment
At this stage of our human devolution, all forms of "racism" are internalized, whether it comes from those with high privilege or those with low.

But there is that subtle, more insidious kind which carries with it a moral superiority borne out a form of Stockholm Syndrome or survival instinct of a "captive," and that feeds off, empowers the very thing it hates and fears.

Tony Morrison refers to it as the "defensive racism" that her father practiced and the "moral superiority" she felt she possessed, and still does, when she was banned of companionship with other folks.

How could one squarely place the onus on the "other" to disempower, dismantle "racism," when we all oppress each other inter-racially and intra-racially, and when we all have internalized "racism" in all of its insidious forms, both subtle and unconscious, referred to by scientists and sociologists as "implicit bias," and the consciously chosen, but really inherited like an anti-life gene, to practice as a way of being in our human world. Furthermore, how does one expect the "other," who benefits vastly from high privilege to surrender it without us all holding a mirror of empathy, compassion, love, and discernment for our mutual human tragedy.

Watch the apropos video clip of Toni Morrison on Charlie Rose @:

Our Mutual Oppression

Our Mutual Oppression
The slave master is cosmically more oppressed than his slaves, for he is far more invested in our system of reorder to abrogate our cosmic freedom to a status quo or linear order, by duping himself into believing our human construct of privilege will, has eased his existential angst by projecting far more suffering outwardly and into his slave's life; thus believing that if his slave suffers more than he does, he has successfully escaped his cosmic randomness way of being in the unruly, vast, and scary universe.

Thus, the slave master believes that he has successfully preordained his and slave's course of life experiences to a smooth linear order, and as the slave master watches his slave internalizes such reorder and negation of our cosmic randomness, he is further more entrenched in our mutual oppression or system of reorder of human experiences.

Goddess bless, reader!

Friday, March 17, 2017

A System of Reorder

A System of Reorder
Our system of oppression is borne out our vain attempt to reorder cosmic randomness.
Our system of oppression is borne out our vain attempt to abrogate our cosmic freedom.
Every human being is oppressed, for our natural state of being has been ceded over to a system of reorder, in a vain attempt to subdue and seek refuge from the vast, unruly universe we inhabit - - or so we have been bamboozled to believe for eions.
To tout the concept of "White" supremacy is to fully, actively participate in Oppression Olympics.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Chasmal Gap

Chasmal Gap

Now that the ghost of
My imaging of you
No longer haunts me,
For her spell broken
Fragrance lost
And to Hades sent,
Since I could not reconcile
My imaginary you
With the truth of you,
For romantic love
Could not ever bridge
The chasmal gap
Of the twain.

Star-crossed Twain

Star-crossed Twain

Yesterday when I
Loved thee dear,
Untruths told
Tasted like honey
To my tongue.

Now that bitter
Experiences have
Grown perennially
Like bulbs,
Against us,
Star-crossed twain,
Their tangs
Solely remained.

Yesteryear when I
Loved thee dear,
Deviations from
The truths,
My heart and mind
Denied like my
Lexapro's side effects.

State of Morals and Ego Deconstructing

State of Morals and Ego Deconstructing
A sudden illness may reveal one's state of morals, human decency, codependency, and undermine cold, glib construction, manipulation of untruths.
The closer an illness shifts one's modus operandi to ego deconstructing, the more truths reflexively spill forth.
Having to face a sudden illness gives one a brief, but enduring glimpse into the transcendental nature of being.
The ego, when folded into an illness, atomizes to nothingness or primordial state of being.

On Love and Need

***On Love and Need***
Love and need cannot occupy the same space.
One cannot love another who one needs.
Beware of one who conflates need with love.
Love is not a need, for love is freedom.
A need is negation of cosmic freedom.
Need is the prison from which love has long flown out of its cracks.
A need is a black hole where love cannot abide wherein.
Love is light, while need is a black hole.
Need sets up an imbalance of power, which breeds distrust, resentment in any human relationship.

Need is negation of one's cosmic responsibility for our existential angst.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Like Springes to Woodcocks

Like Springes to Woodcocks

We complemented each other only in codependency.

In intimate relationship, understanding eclipses romantic love.

With a "manhood" as flaccid as sinews of a neonate, one should not, even, be deemed likely prospect for financial provider.

Social capital, like springes to woodcocks, derived from an intimate relationship, may entrench one, with less social skills, past its natural finale.

Tribal & Human Ancestors

Tribal & Human Ancestors

One must release tribal ancestors, to one's own peace, and hold ever lightly, while always consciously discerning, to one's human ancestors.

The past no longer holds true.

The future is a lie.

The future plunders the present of its beauty.

The present is life in sublimity.

Soul's Message

Soul's Message
My soul knows
Full life I've had
(this time around)
Sweet, colorful
Every experience
(suffering including).

Soulful Love

Soulful Love
The soul's decision is made in silence, always.

Romantic love is between two hearts, minds, while soulful love is between two souls, thus understanding is paramount.

The soul reigns in silence.

One discerns the soul's decree, only by sitting in silence.

Her Eyes

Her Eyes

Her eyes -- uniquely ginormous
Grows in one's favor
As they mythically expand
Beholding onlookers in
Sweet ephemeral captivity.

Dionysus Bewitched Lovers

Dionysus Bewitched Lovers
(Mimicked Lovers)

The soul is prescient and omniscient.

Social rules, social rules everywhere, and not a one privilege to be had.

Beware: a lover's smile might belie an internalized profound darkness.

At the beginning of an intimate relationship, Dionysus enthralled or bewitched lovers might mimic each other's likes, dislikes, and life goals.

To Soar Lightly Anew

To Soar Lightly Anew
Oh, Heart, lose not
Thy spirit of freedom,
For the Darkness
Has enchanted thee

To be a captive,

In her abyss

Where Light enters not;

But lay on thy Soul's shoulder,

The existential angst

Of human life,

And soar lightly anew

To new heights,

Where the Sun

Will embrace thee,

Once again.

Lured to the Hook

Lured to the Hook

A privilege is a carte blanche to not have to obey a specific social rule, law and/or tradition, as constructed by a system of oppression or a system of re-order.
A privilege bastardizes the natural randomness of human existence and our free will to be authentically, to a status quo or linear order.

The privileged (and that is ALL OF US) is the fish, lured to the hook, he eats - - his last meal, of course - - but feeds the fisherman or system of oppression with his very gift of life, for having been allowing himself to be bamboozled to believe the universe is too vast, unruly, and scary, and can be bridled, thus tamed, and served on a silver platter of human-made re-order, out of his existential angst or fear of cosmic freedom or order.

Thus, generation of fish after generation is lured, again and again, to the fisherman's hook for fear of comic freedom!
Goddess bless, reader!