#earthsriches
Humanity's call,
being unburdening,
when shoulder's put to it.
Adapting to reality,
a path less traveled
and travailed.
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 5:15 AM UTC
Awakened, illimitable potential, indivisible
as life, you, can stop them and their coronaing
All. If one doesn't die to the life every moment,
then they not only never have lived, but, will not
rise from those ashes, as a phoenix in flight
dives and dashes up that cross, more deftly
in finality, unto a wondrous plain, it's the plain
boss, the plain. If you're not taking bullets
you are making them. This Mother's Day, leave no
footprints that followed none, which will echo
on in all ways, always, abolish fossil fuels use,
walk in nature's balance, giving back to her
abundance, each one reach and teach one, to
turn 360 degrees around, back to the evolution
and future, humanity will only have if you do.
The 'big fix' is in, if it ain't fixed don't
break it. Vote early, protect, occupy and GOTV,
be well, viva la vida, solidaridad, la evolucion.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 6:22 AM UTC
Sitting on this moonlit night,
Not able to forget when we,
At our height,
Were one then three,
Two hearts overflowed with love,
Being with you I knew was meant to be,
Nothing could separate us,
Or compare to Thee.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
The great Ellis Marsalis, Jr., died of corona virus in NOLA,
one of a thousand that passed away this Avril Fool's, from it,
all of whom will be missed dearly, "...we(e),..."'ll ever bay.
In his day, near his death, (W.A.) Mozart said to his wife,
"I fear I am writing a requiem for myself", as he composed
'Requiem Mass in D minor- Lacrimosa', of unparalleled beauty.
With rheumatic fever hitting Europe at that time, and soon
after, yellow fever in Philly, here, epidemics and pandemics
became common, the worst, 1918 Spanish Flu, 1/2 a bill dead.
listening to comedy ring hollow, a necessary alternative to
the news that isn't new, my ear longs for his veracious music.
How can USA have the worst response to it among technocracies?
Our king-kong sized terrible-two, **** playing his keystone
President act for 3 months has determined the repub conspiracy's,
global oligarchy's agenda's yoke tighten around the people's neck.
The stealing of social security from the elderly, infirm, through
Covid-19 exterminating them more than others, this couldn't get
done politcally by the repubs for 2 decades. As well, the poor
to lower-middle-class, especially people of color, can't afford
to defend themselves usually, now it's worse. "Stimulus bills"?,
over 1/2 a trill to bail out small, big businesses, pay big Pharma,
medical supplies corps, who're already making hand over fist from
the bidding war between States, federal agencies, dictating Bush,
**** klans who're heavily invested, ever increasing kafknching.
Coastal regions, big cities, mostly dems, are murdered more by
virtue of #, close proximity, needs, Rump's re-election plan.
This while he kept his criminal cuts to SNAP, still stealing food
from mouths of babes and handing it to billionaires. Same as
it ever was, class war, repubs using jobs they don't do, to mass-
exterminate non-repubs instead. like the serial murderers who
masquerade as cops, killers ..., as doctors, judges as justices.
The 'big fix' is in, if it ain't fixed don't break it, stop all
criminal insanity, if not you then who, here, where, now, when?
This leaf of poetree, although it just a twig be, may be my last.
If so, I'm honored to pass with such great artists, yet, hopefully
not from skyrocketing price of living. Social distance, wear mask.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
Sunrise' polyphony subsuming last night's silences. So too,
corona's chaste environs have no place for Avril's fool.
This morn's melodies exhumed by me, fended off dissonance,
until it rose to this afternoon's busy messes cacophony.
Yet, as an avian's trill still rings true, birdsong was sung of what
I'd done, a symphony of empathetic acts danced to a soul's tune.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC
Not just what, where, when, who,
how and why is grace too,
(but never Y2K,) always asked
on our heart paths, yet,
never definitively answered.
Like the first snow on the morn'
of Christmas, the most moving
and brilliant time of the year.
Every snowflake a crystalline
one of a kind work of art that shines.
For grace can't be sought,
it seeks you.
While our light's adding
to the well of light,
our every step's in grace, we,
humbly giving the gifts, blessings
bestowed, leave no (carbon) footprints
that followed none, which echo on,
in all ways, always,
if ....
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
Since "...we(e),..." allowed Liberty's torch to be scorched,
Bell cracked, it's knell snatched, decades ago,
by not exercising our civic responsibilities, duties,
and thereby allowing responsibility's Siamese twin sister,
freedom, to wither like an unexercised muscle as well,
we must first exorcise our society of
self through to other possession
in order to exercise our responsibilities
and again have lefts, rights and freedoms.
Until then, what's free, what rights, freedoms
do we actually have? I, personally am not
allowed to breath, et tu?
If we don't, there's no hope,
let alone assurance, that our progeny,
we say we love, will even live.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 3:44 AM UTC
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.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
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.
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 9:25 PM UTC
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.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 8:08 AM UTC
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.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC
'Tis in the darkest hour that
One foot follows the other,
... 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,
One step leads to another,
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.
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 6:22 AM UTC
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?
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 6:15 AM UTC
Anniversary of his light snuffed by impeached
**** okaying Saudi's MBS doing it, with Jared's
messengering. Let not his voice, like lady liberty's
torch was scorched, bell cracked, knell snatched decades ago,
be silenced, it evokes freedom, critics oligarchy, forever.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
You, a joyous lake.
Me, the mountain, underground,
Which, you fill,
That holds you always.
Within and without us,
Is this love,
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC