Monday, June 27, 2022

Occupy Cruel Competition

Hard not to hate those

White men and white women

Who believed that owning people

Was Christ-like


Difficult not to hate

Those same people who 

Disavow women’s rights 

Deny civil and human rights


Challenging not to hate

Those same people who

Believe the state has the right 

To kill incarcerated people


Who gets to play God?
The President? No.

The Supreme Court? No.

The majority of Americans? No.


Survival of the fittest or
Natural selection?

How to square these circles

Full of contradictions, complexities


Were those people helpless, powerless

While children with parents

Who had tight but cruel control

Playing the authoritarian role?


Questing all of their lives

To find another certain leader

Who tricks them into agreement

Taking away their power instead


We want our team to win

We want to beat the competition

Working together is frowned upon

Number 1 is all that matters


Well, guess again


We will not stand for cruelty

We will not obey your laws

We want to crush those who rule

By abusing power


But, then….


Do we become just like the ones we hate

Have we fallen into hell once again

How do we conquer without becoming

The very thing we hate?


How do we work together instead?

My Mother's Psychedelic Brain

On the day of my mother’s 99th birthday
Her stroke addled brain offered her the
Gift of New Life

Half blind and mostly deaf
Human senses only partially at work
My mother entered a cathedral of
Hope and rebirth on her birthday

Having grieved the loss of her
Practical, organized personality
Highly functional human self
Her family and friend relationships
Her brain came alive again
A little differently

Released from her church lady
Prim and Proper ways
She was primed to experience
Her true God, her transformation
Seeing me, she mentioned the
Wedding she had attended
(“Not real,” my brain thought)
A reception too, and she was tired

“I married a tall young man
Named Jim, have you met him?”
She wondered aloud
I rejoiced in her newfound love
At 99, finding a divine husband!

Having never used psychedelic medicines
Her brain and the Spirits around her
Blessed her with neuroplasticity
The creation of new neuronal pathways

The beauty of transcendence
A new promise, a new life
A gift from her god
After all, isn’t Jim just another name
For God?

Does it matter?

 

Friday, June 10, 2022

Breathe Peace

My heart shreds
Not like a guitar shrieking 
Quietly instead

How do shredded muscles heal?
Stitch the pieces together, use
Tiny threads to make whole?

The sounds of silence
When so many hearts tear 
All at the same time
A backdrop of gun fire
Children's screams

Each day another shooting
Each breath another opening
Each time, we mourn, we grieve

Chronically and constantly alert
For unique and terrible tragedies
How do we live and breathe peace?

How do we share and engage
With those we love and those we don't
When each moment feels so fragile
So full of fright?

Numbly, I dive into deep waters
That restore my soul
Coming up only for precious air
Once in a great while