Love and hate
interact
produce volatile
reactions,
are you my judge and jury
sequestered
by the dawn, are you my
silence
kneeling on the ground
palms upward
holding the sky?
I am fresh baked bread,
you are the butter. I am
the wheat you are the
threshing. I am hope
you are my leavening.
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Yeast produces the leavening
you provide the yeast for both leavening and itchy infections. And you know I love that ambiguity.
The judge and jury is both flattered and judged, encouraged and forced to accountability. I haven't read a lot of your work lately but this one is not a rant of statement, it is a profound, real poem.
Dig it!
Just wait for pestilence. ;-
Just wait for pestilence. ;-)
we've got Pestilence,
War, Famine and Death.
We also have love, beauty and goodness.
The big difference? Love, beauty and goodness don't require anthropomorphic personifications, they are values invented by mindfulness, intelligence, survival values.
Pestilence, War, Famine and Death are political values determined to scare and control people, to gain power over others.
Du'uh! Which ideologies will lead to a better, happier society?
Love your mind, your ideologies and your poetry.
Love you,
Jess
I love you more. Or as
I love you more. Or as related in one of my own favourite lines: "if I could have loved you more then I would have loved you less". How's that for self-aggrandizement?
Wink.
Gough Whitlam,
possibly the greatest Australian leader, when it was suggested to him in an interview that he was arrogant, replied, "Yes of course I am, I've earned the right to be".,
The other side then would be
The other side then would be Gandhi. I prefer non-violence. Too much bloodshed in the name of God, country and mom's apple pie, I think.
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Did I suggest violence?
I suggested that all religion is shit. We know Theresa and Ghandi were "violent" by perpetrating civil disobedience. Now they would be sent to Guantanamo Bay, tortured and denied all human rights.
"God ( a lie), country ( a divisive war causing concept) and American's mom's apple pie (contains too much sugar and other nasty ingredients that kill the children, probably sold to us by Muslim Terrorists.
So called mainstream American values have become hideously stupid. The nuclear family is dysfunctional because it imperates secrets, your constitution has been constantly and willfully defiled by refusing to separate church from state and regulating that gun ownership is a god given right, not the perceived need to bear arms as part of a militia to defend the country.
Dumb, dumb, dumb.
I'm getting agro about America again because I have been reading Rett and others on Facebook that insist guns are a holy right, welfare cause totalitarian communism and loss of liberty, and denies that the US military expenditure could feed the whole world and stop any need for a USA defence.
ok, there's my rant. It only really bothers me that I need to say it.
I read your other message in
I read your other message in your blog about shooting the CEOs etc.
Long time ago I said wouldn't it be nice and boring if all we wrote was love poetry. Something else would have to take up our energies. Hmmm.....wonder what that might be. ;-)
I'm not a humanitarian.
I don't believe in the sanctity of human life. I just believe in life. Often it is better for humans to die and suffer for the rights of our animal relatives. It makes sense in terms of the survival of the planet.
Humans share about 80% of the DNA as cabbages.
On the other hand I think it would be truly cool if a lot of money, despite its social cost, would be spent on Space Research. As long as we have evolved enough first not to destroy any life forms we might find.
Thank you for your honesty
Thank you for your honesty Jess. Not a humanitarian. Don't know if we can't help but be humanitarians,
We're here, and it's up to us as to what we do or don't. There is no such thing as a God pulling our strings, nor or we hand puppets although we tend to be sock puppets at times.
If we ever evolve out of humanitarian selves, we just might be able to travel space without vehicles, so to
speak.
~A