Travel to places—where there is no ‘damnation’—no ‘government’—no ‘king’—no ‘pope’…Nothing save the Workings of Sweet Labor…The sweat of strength—together—as the gifts of Free-women and Free men everywhere—flow rivers like oceans ‘cross land—‘cross seas—both skyward and upon our—sweet Earth Twirl…We are Children of the Universe—And! We have the—Right—to be Everywhere!
They remember the ‘Time of Councils’… Recalling the great debates—the wine and beer—the emotional flow of similar—and—difference and–the strength of unities—both in directions and—in the thrill of —in-directions. Good to be—an idealist—and better to implement—than to watch—struggles decrease and die—without formal intent—or—informal adventures—of simple mind—shriek—speak—peak and—up-down spurts—of People United—and—People Apart…
The Building of Walls—-between Mexico/So.America—and—the United States—is a reason for—What? Empty gestures—Empty reasons to alienate…Be ‘Donnie T.’ just—another ‘Poser’—of a country’s failed unity—and leadership? Global reasons—to exist will end—as war once again begins—to spread hate—ignorance—vacuum nationalism and—abject failure of New realities—as Greed continues its evil—criminal and vile—Legacy… Any attempt—to control thought—is an attempt to—control mind? Constant learning—is another form—of survival’s attempt—to live…Often; we maintain balance—required to afford—physical nourishment (food-clothing-shelter) …What is the cost—of this maintenance—of balance?
Words are both—vascular and alive…Life flows—thru vein—to brain—to ink flow and magic—often flat—smooth and…And! Mind speak—simplicity—and with force combine—to shout future verse—with yesterday’s sweet silence—to listen—so softly pronounced—as to be—choir sing-song’s—harmonious vision. Is a truth found—here and there—in communities ‘cross land and seaside channel—a fact—each community here—finds itself on the verge—of losing every part—and every parcel—of any fortune—or any chance of—regaining any semblance—of harmony and joy? Are we caught—in that consistent struggle—to maintain perpetual—(always) conflict—with one-another—to protect ourselves—from each other? Sad! We accept these—‘all the time’ circumstances—as unalterable—unavoidable and ‘so—it must be true’—way of life’s life…Wow! We are good—at killing ‘the enemy’—so good—that we are unable—to identify an enemy—from a ‘maybe—almost’ same—blood-red being—we need or we—desire to embrace—not race—begin and end—with sometimes or almost—never-ever but—required absolutely—maybe?
Laws demonstrate—control of portions of—people’s needs—desires—hopes and their—fears. While the—Constitution of America—is good—it is an impossible standard—impossible to practice and—changes swiftly—due to changing norms—either normally just—or abnormally unjust…Is Dancing-in-the-dark a safe—practice—or ignorance as blissful—as stopping—to touch flowers—eyes-to-face-to ground—and—into oblivion. Dwight Eisenhower warned—of— ‘the Military Industrial Complex.’ Wondering—if the present motion—of a 2017 era—indicates an end—of any further—chances of righteous—upright—ethical—JUST—Freedom…Freedom’s survival—or America’s Direction—of its democratic nature. Justice be—a damnable notion to—quantify—identify—practice properly—or continue its—fragile and easily corruptible—practice (s).
“A commodity appears, at first sight, a very trivial thing, and easily understood. Its analysis shows that it is, in reality, a very strange thing, abounding in metaphysical subtleties and theological niceties. So far as it is a value in use, there is nothing mysterious about it, whether we consider it from the point of view that by its properties it is capable of satisfying human wants, or from the point that those properties are the product of human labor. “…by Karl Marx
“It started with workers’ evening classes outside the city gates. Her kind blue eyes would sparkle as she told me in a rote, sing-song voice of the importance of awakening the workers’ class consciousness. I was happy for her and realized what a joy it must be to discover some all-consuming goal.” …by Larissa Vasilieva
Touch me—in Sing-Song poems—forget the world and touch me with voice—we two—too need—those requiring—words of hope—and verse of love’s—together-forever—in dark dancing—with rhythm in—our mind and drumbeats—in our hearts…
And! Beautiful you are…
‘Last Train Home’…Pat Metheny