Look up
Swinging round
The nonhuman float
Of a selfless vessel
Open plane under-eye
Glossed silk in place of joints
Uniform joy
Packaged in tidy
Caught quick
One flirt with the bulb
Then impacted with crushing 
Mutilating 
Finality

Gary Francione  on sentience.

He asserts that "all sentient beings, humans or nonhuman, have one right: the basic right not to be treated as the property of others."


hmmm interesting.

Any man canst walketh away
When it comes to waiting for his amare,

As for me....  

I shalt support her
As whilst at the same time,
Loving her in return..  

Making me
(Nonhuman)

Content.
A lazy finger runs down my arm,
My curls are wild, floating up your pillowcase,
Like creeping vines entwined with dreams;
My eyes are closed.
You whisper about the brown of my skin,
The smooth earthy tones
Of fabled Aztec princesses,
The two small pyramids
You love to kiss,
The chalice of elixir
Of my thighs.
Content.
Worshipped.
Loved.
Wanted.
Your love reaches every corner in me,
My mind of metaphors,
My womanhood of wants,
My desire to be loved.
Completeness.
Sweet sugared syrupy caresses
Like Victorianesque courtships
Behind closed doors;
Courting of minds and ideas,
Two birds dancing love;
Hungry, ravenous raptures,
Nonhuman desires,
Tear me apart, want you so much.
Everything,
Everything,
Everything:
The hunger, the thirst, the sweetness,
The battle of minds, words, the challenge,
It convinces me of
Full, mature, unencumbered,
Growing, flourishing love.

The Cosmic,
the cosmos,
the universe,
the galaxy,
the whole earth,
the world,
within and without,
even beneath,
all of them bear witness
of your coming,
of your existence,
of your purpose,
your destiny is shaped,
your path ordered,
predestinated to rule,
configured to win.
You are not of the earth,
for you are born of God,
alien in the world,
resident in the earth,
the spirit man,
with heaven within.
The firmament,
and all that composes planet earth, water,air,flora,fauna, soil, people,
human creations,
is needed to be in harmonium,
live in harmony, respect, love,
and oneness.
We must connect lovingly to mother earth,
all living creatures,
human and nonhuman,
physical and nonphysical,
intelligent or without intelligence,
containing a soul or not housing a soul.
We must respect the planet earth,
the water, the trees, the air, the animals,
and other humans.
We are all of,
and from,
the same source.
Just for today,
Be at peace.
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I wish
schooling nurtured natural creativity
and personal skill
rather than
mere curriculum;

I understand
a sense of direction,
but I understand that everyone's path is unique
and that perhaps North to one
is South to another,
or vice-versa;
not to instill a hierarchy of preference,
but that it may lead to finding oneself very much lost
by following what genuinely worked for another.
(That is, assuming a lack of manipulation,
which seems to assume a nonhuman subject.)

Nurture thy own skill;
therein is thy salvation.

On a wall,
Hangs dreams and memories.                  
There hangs inspirations and wanna-bes.  
Love, life, youth, happiness.                        
Even the old to young to have died.

Taken away, gone like a summer breeze.    
The breath of the city stagnant and stale.    
Once so alive, but now                            
frozen in photographs.

We learn as if these people had no souls.          
As if they were nonhuman objects,                
A tumbleweed in the wind.                          
But what we failed to see                            
was the fire that burned in them.

On a wall,
Hangs what I forgot to remember.
There hangs the faces assigned
To the names engraved in memorials
And textbooks and minds.

On a wall,
Hangs the unknown before
To the well known after.
There hangs the dreamers,
The lovers, the futures.

On my mind,
Hangs people that should have been,
But never were, and couldn’t have been.