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 Dec 2019
james nordlund
Exigency replacing humanity,
merchants, only for more
through to mercs for unending
unneccessary war.
C'est tres facile pour la machine,
addictive personality disorder
replacing human being,
c'est la unvie, no?

Oligarchic vacuum-up being almost
always on only leaves a trickle down,
only, when it's accidentally turned off.  
So the interlocking, laced economic
systems base, scarcity, that they think
they've replaced nature's abundance with,
details violence in all hues of all colors
of the rainbow, not just choosing to not know.

An addiction, like any other,
that can be treated just so.
When one weeds the garden within,
turns the inside out, a ray of Thee's Light
without, And within, it doubling,
doubles again outside, Bliss begins,
peace on wing sings, Soulshine
shared on and on, evolves life, echoing.
'One Nation' by Joya Soul   :)

https://www.joyasoulmusic.com/?wix-music-track-id=5139171955965952&wix-music-comp-id=comp-iqgiz5i2

Exactly, even though violence is a delusional direction and more than exponentially worse than the illusion of non-violence’s illusory direction, “…we(e),…” must still struggle with the illusion of non-violence, whilst walking it’s path; no?  Thanx for all you do   :)   reality
 Nov 2019
james nordlund
Is where, the hearth is,

one can be, one's heart is free,

one's head lays and dreams.
Senryu.  In space of reflection on this Thanx/Mourning Day   :)   reality
 Nov 2019
Walter W Hoelbling
drops falling steadily
upon a misty world
far more than fifty shades of green
dazzle your senses
make you
     almost
hear
trees  bushes  flowers
drinking sustenance
     ecstatically
dancing in the rain
Apropos a nice rainy day in spring
 Nov 2019
james nordlund
As machinations of

travailing winds,

miraging, veil and mirror

narcissistic nihlistic

false-ego, as self,

"...we(e),..." evince to be.



Finding that find,

giving it away,

aliveness being this day,

and further searching,

to be this day

what it is to be this day.
Feeling thanx, gratefulness, and mourning the losses to Native Americans more before this Thanx/Mourning Day; more than before any other.  Blessings be....   :)   reality
 Nov 2019
james nordlund
I am thankful for,

The wonder of our

Morning star's rise,

And it's setting

Within our eyes,

On this Beauty Way

We build each day

With great surprise.



Native's compassion taught

Pilgrims at Plymouth

How to live within, give to,

Nature's abundance.

That providence sowed

Reaped graces' harvest,

Fraternity, bearing

Fruits to this day.



We gave Native America genocide, Earthocide.  

Chief Seattle said, "no one can own the land".

Bowing to Above and Below, for gifts bestowed,

Giving, may we, again, walk that way.

While giving thanx

This full Moon's day,

There, but for the grace

Of God, Great Spirit, go I.
Colimbus Day can go away for indigenous Day; no?
 Nov 2019
james nordlund
His chiding of those berating, confiding in

peers, pals, kin, from neighbors din

to seaside inn, with "backwards", caused chagrin.

My heart did jump in, "backwardness"

could never extinct humanity,

like the religion of scientism has

in only the latest 400 years

of it's tryst with oligarchy.  



"One insect damaging so much grain",

one instant evolutionarily,

destroying so much grace,

that it took the Cosmos 18 billion

years of evolution to create.

Truer words were n'er spoken,

was his snort, in retort,

as we savaged our insides on

with tonics, nuts, gin.
Inspired by a fellow Hello Poet; thanx for all you do- have a great eve'   :)   reality
 Nov 2019
james nordlund
Soon to be matter that supposedly doesn't,

it only being 99.9 to the infinite place %

of an evolving, expanding, inconceivable Cosmos,

a Bodhi, as 'twas, everywhere and nowhere at once,

with heart, Like the wind moves, not love nor hate,

only everything and nothing at all, at once, thrives.



A sea of souls, waves crest, trough, love is.

Gaia's imploring, humanity be not my stillbirth,

is all sea's songs accompaniment now, as acid rain always falls.

Will you dance, "leap, contend", be agua uncontainably gesturing?

Will humans be that evolutionary jump, back to the evolution

and the future they'll only have if they do?  Are you life?
Waves wear on stone, it gives way, stone stays, waves go away.   Indivisible, illimitable u's inner-nature's abundance self-actuating in the world   :)   reality
 Oct 2019
james nordlund
'Tis in the darkest hour that

... shines so on one's heart path:

Where who, what, when, how,

Where, and sometimes why,

Yet, never Y2K, are unanswered

By the you that is to be, whilst gleaned.  



Then, not receding from reality,

Evolving lights one's footsteps

That followed none, leaving no trace

And saving the human race,

Which echo on forever, in all ways, always.

Even shadows speak of the light.
While writing this I was reminded of Madonna's great multi: -art, -culture, -advocacy song, video, 'Like a Prayer'.  Also, Happy Rhodes great song lyric, "a beacon in the sky, meant to catch your eye".  Never Y2K: a premeditated unnatural disaster engineered to steal tax and other dollars; like the purposeful non-prevention of the failing of the levees in NOLA in '05- even though they were routinely warned and paid federal funds to reinforce them for decades, yet they didn't.  "It's better to light one candle than to curse the darkness", Thoreau.  "It's always darkest before the dawn", Dickenson.  Thanx for all you do too; copy, share as you will    :)    reality
 Oct 2019
Franchesca
It was the type of hurt that trembled within you.
The type to make one’s heart shiver in anticipation for another's warm reassurance.
To think she and I are the same is nothing but a shame to our pronounced love kindling flame.
Hearing those words, my self esteem boiled while dripping down my legs and into my feet, leaving me with the numbing sensation of not knowing where we stand anymore.
I hope you do not slip on over those drops of me, my self identity.
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