Sunday, April 15, 2018

196

The frequency of your posts don't make any sense to me.

Sheesh. It's almost like you make sense to me.

Written wrists slip across your wrists slit

Permitted to lists, sometimes insipid,
slitted inside my wrists.

Invisible wounds, seen by no one
except everyone with
Eyes to see and ears to hear.

Visions invisible to any natural eye to see.

Visible to every eye to see.

Sheesh, your eyes,

It's almost like I can see your eyes.

Frequencies can be a hard thing.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Betwixt and In Between

Bipolar opposites
swirling intertwined
Fueled by swirling emotions
Cued by instincts
intuitively inspired by
you and me.

Figuring the signatures
Signing away the rights
Flights flying away
to highways and byways
slighted and benighted
by signatories
always lying.

The Great In Between stands
in between the chasm of
what we all are told to believe
Dropping down to the valley below.

Visions of Gehenna
and Hosanna
intertwined
Voiced together
Sung in harmony
Various singers
stepping in and out
Deciding when to sing.

Until the song is finally
spent and sung
unintentially expressed
as chaos and a voice
betwixt and in between.

Nervous Nerve Endings

Inexplicable pain
courses through my body
An excited calmness
pervades my skin and everything within
Till all of me
all of me quivers within
With equivications
inexplicable
filled with pain.

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Photos in a Suitcase

Your feet are drenched, smelling of the ocean water.
You carried what you could as you ran for your life.
But the smell of sulphur clings to your lips and nose
as you fled the missiles and soldiers seeking after you
selling everything, sometimes even yourself,
just to get away from it all.

The photos are wrinkled and terribly fragile.
Discolored by age and wear and tear.
Over exposed to the elements of the age
we all find ourselves in.

But we hold them close to our chests
fractured though they are from the wars
within and without.

We hold them close to our chests
fractured though they are
from the wars within and without.

Seeking asylum from an insane asylum
only to be looked upon as an invader
scapegoated, segregated, isolated
barely tolerated, constantly berated.

I can feel my humanity slipping away
as layer and layer of who it is to be me is taken
away from me, or at least I think it's me
I'm talking about.

But at least I have photos in a suitcase.

Friday, March 30, 2018

Abandoned Mall Stores

Walking in through entrance ways abandoned long ago
Service centers long left empty
Discounted realities long left behind
Bereft, with leaking ceilings
as signatories of capitalist deaths
Easily announced

Drip drip drip
as the stores stop shopping
dropping like flies
you know that it's obvious.

Retail tales entail emails
from executives entailing tales
of economic realities explaining
of brick and mortar deaths
physicality seen as economically
unfeasable.

My Last Breath

Stick those sticks into my soul
Inflict me to my dying day
Face me with an effaced reality
which even God would turn away

Don't you dare avoid the obvious
tension of what's there before your eyes

Speaking spittle into my eyes
isn't what I bargained for,
you see it for yourself
truth be told

Hells bells, it's the story
of my life,
told from far too long

A story well we all know well.

The breathes are shorter now
Heaving and shallow
I thought this ground was supposed to be
hallowed

Hallowed by thy name
Hallowed be thy name
Hallowed by thy name

Monday, March 26, 2018

The Witch

If only you could watch
a Majesty awry
Mentioning a voice
A Voice, a voice.

Visionaries bestial
connected. Vestigial
investigations.

Sure. So sure.
So empirically sure.
Slippery as silk.


Certainty, certainty.
Certainty, certainty.
Surety, insane.

She's not safe anymore,
conjuring
configuring
unsure,

Strangely sure.

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Levant

A tissue of lies
Never tired
of tiring of lies
plied towards compliance

Issues none of which
existed.
Senselessly expressed
tested to ends unknown.

Perpetually true
yet not
unfortunate
Ann Frank kinda late.

Shh... Don't talk
can't speak
gonna speak cuz I can't ignore
You and me.

Speak, spoken.

Complicated Sentences

Surreal realities
interact
my realities.

Grammar
never let me go.
Fuck the present.

Intersectionality
is such a lovely sentence
Left alone, bereft.

Poetry is complex
sometimes
never enough. Yet,
my only language.

It's OK, I still Love You

I understand your anger
at least I think I do.
Anger expressed
It's totally understandable.

Go figure.

Yet I still love you.

Breathing in, breathing out
Existential expressions
Expressed.

Fundamentals.
Understandable expressions
Grammar understood.

And yet I still love you.

Go figure.

I still love you.

Wounds not withstanding.

I see you in myself.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

No Blood No Flag

Heritage notwithstanding
Germanic ancestry obvious
by my last name. I'm a mutt nonetheless
ancestrally mixed
nixing the pick of the litter.

The flag lifted high
exalting the standard
of the Tribe extolled.
Blood and Flag bleed into each other
mixed and insecure
fluid and impure.

Colors discolored
as stars fall from the sky.
Flagging before our eyes.
Lying to us with ties
which bind far too easily.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Tight

I can't breathe.

I can't turn.

Oh bother, it's the truth.

No Pooh Bear can ever refrain from your refrain.

Your grip grips me around my neck.

A necklace of chains gripping me like a lover who hates me.

It's almost like you're an American lover.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Understanding Conspiracy Theorists Part 1

As I was researching various extremist hate sites like the falsely named "Jews for Palestinian Right of Return", most of which are run by the same people registering multiple sites which constantly reference each other in order to build a false legitimacy, it occurred to me that there's a slight but very significant difference between being a legitimate detective and being a fringe conspiracy theorist.

It's all about seeing patterns for what they actually are versus seeing patterns which aren't really there. The difference is one of degree, not of kind. But it ends up turning reality on its head, making the true, false, and the false, true. But how do we tell the difference between the two? That's the $64,000 question.

I think some key terms should be named here as we go forward:

Cognitive Bias

Epistemology

Research Methods

Gnosticism or Secret Knowledge

Logical Fallacies

False Conspiracy Theories

Criminal Conspiracies

Obviously this is a huge issue which one Facebook post isn't going to adequately address, but we can at least try to start the process of understanding what false conspiracy theories are and how people process information in ways that inoculate them from believing in them or towards believing in them.

In other words, this is both a cognitive issue as well as a sociological issue. I personally don't care much about individual conspiracy theories as much as I do about why and how people come to believe in them. Some are quite harmless, like not believing we landed on the Moon, while others are incredibly dangerous, like the anti vaccination conspiracy theory which costs people's lives.

Also, as I posted above, there are real criminal conspiracies which have happened many times throughout history and to this day, such as Watergate, Tuskegee medical experiments, the Holocaust, etc. So I'm not in any way saying that no conspiracies have ever happened. That's a charge which is typically laid down by fake conspiracy theorists in order to discredit anyone who disagrees with them. That, by the way, is itself, a classic logical fallacy. That's why I put the term in the list above.

Anyway, this post is already too long and I've got a lot more to address about these phenomena, which I'll be writing on my blog, and then posting here and on Twitter. This has been a lifelong interest of mine, primarily because I come from a family which leaned/leans heavily towards conspiratorial ways of thinking, and I learned early on how dangerous that is on multiple levels, not just cognitively, but emotionally and spiritually as well.

Lastly, the takeaway from all of this is this:

It's OK to not know everything. You'll be fine with your limited knowledge.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Whispers in the Night Air

Stop kissing me with your poison tongue
I don't need that kind of love
Some lisps I love, but not this lisp
Whisper into someone else's ears

You know I love my Icons
Holy and unholy
Reflections of my
fractured self

Bastard child of the Holy One
Slingshot sanctification
Unseen yet Wholly seen

Monday, January 22, 2018

Chord Structures

Breaking out of the trance is never easy.
Chord structures must be broken out of
over and over again
till the Siren is not silenced
but replaced by a better voice.

Sunday, January 21, 2018

A Stranger in My Own Eyes

I never knew you.
You never knew me.
The quiet storm
never calmed.

The surface was seemingly tranquil
but the undercurrents
swept us both away
from each other
and ourselves.

I think we once wanted
to know each other.
At least I want to believe that.
You reflected me
in strange and dangerous ways.

The mirror we both looked into
was never warped.
The mirror was never fractured.
We simply reflected onto each other
the warps and fractures
we both shared.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day

Most folks today like to believe that they'd be on the side of Dr. King back in the Civil Rights era, but people conveniently forget that he was the most hated man in America when he was assassinated. The vast majority of White Christians thought he was a dangerous troublemaker, and of course, in a way, he was a very dangerous troublemaker.

But that's exactly what he needed to be in order to be faithful to his Christian calling. He called out and openly confronted America's racist history and continuing racist policies, both domestically and internationally. He also tied racism and classism together and recognized that the underprivileged and poor came in every shade of color.

Dr. King was a man of peace and non-violence to be sure. That was his trademark. But he was no passive actor in any sense. His commitment to justice for EVERYONE was fierce and unyielding. He struck the rhetorical ax to the root of evil policies across the board, from the backwoods lynchings to the Vietnam War. He was unrelenting in his holy calling to call evil by its name and overcome it with the power of love.

But you can't cure a disease if you refuse to acknowledge that it exists in the first place. We still are unwilling to do that, and so Dr. King's message rings as true today as it did fifty years ago. We must NEVER stop dreaming his prophetic dream.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Swallow the Pain and Exhale the Love

Everything sings pain into my soul

Everything slings arrows at my soul

It's easy for me to use excuses I use

to use, to use.

Musing on misuses of my soul

Inclined towards the pain

and away from the scars

away from the stars away

from the scars starred

in my scarred terrain

of pain.

Exhale the pain

and exhale the love.

Be Not Afraid.

White Man's President

Donald J. Trump allegedly called Haiti, El Salvador and Africa "shitholes" or "Shithouses" in a small meeting last week in the Whitehouse with several Republicans and one Democrat in attendance. Needless to say, this is shocking by any normal standards, but we gave up normal standards the day we elected a man who bragged about grabbing women by the pussy and getting away with it repeatedly because he was rich and powerful. We gave up normal standards when we elected a man who repeatedly has not only made openly racist statements throughout his life, but was successfully sued, along with his openly racist father Fred Trump, for racist housing policies in 1973 in Queens, NY.

I think what shocks people is the simple candor of his unapologetic racism (and misogyny and Islamophobia, etc...) and how his own staff have essentially become inured to these daily tirades directed scattershot at friends and foes alike. More than a few of his staffers now feel as though they're acting as babysitters instead of serious advisers to a sitting President. That's a truly terrifying prospect, similar to, but I would say is now much worse than, what the final days of the Nixon Whitehouse was like in 1973/74 when he was drinking heavily and having conversations with oil paintings on the walls. Thank God Donald Trump doesn't drink! Though I do suspect he's, considering his advanced age, taking a bevy of medications to help him get through each day. But that's only conjecture on my part based on his physical appearance and obvious erratic behavior as seen by everyone.

Now, my own ethnic background, strangely enough, is quite similar to Donald Trump's. My father's side is entirely German like Trumps's father's side. My German immigrant grandmother bought into the ethno-nationalism of Nazism and held to it till her death when I was a small child, very similar to Fred Trump's own Klan affiliation and arrest in the 1920's in NYC. But in my family's case, thanks be to God, my father became extremely progressive on most fronts (though he was terribly abusive towards my mother, I think in reaction to his own antipathy towards his mother, and I later learned that he inherited his mother's Antisemitism), was very pro Civil Rights, regularly had black college students over for dinner at our house in a VERY white neighborhood of Staten Island (terrifying our then racist neighbors that he was thinking of selling our house to a black family), tutoring Hispanic people in the Lower East Side of Manhattan in English. In other words, I grew up loving JFK, MLK Jr., Bobby Kennedy and listening to the protest music of the era as a daily part of my childhood.

But I could have grown up very differently. I could quite easily have become the mirror image of myself under only slightly different circumstances. It appears Donald J. Trump grew up under those slightly different circumstances. As noted above, his father was a well known racist (even Woody Guthrie wrote about him and his racism!), Trump was extremely unruly as a child and had to be sent to a military academy, where the extremely regimented and authoritarian environment was a perfect fit for his very bright social intelligence. He learned how to be physically and emotionally coercive towards underlings and that obviously served him well for several decades more. He may be incredibly unintelligent on actual knowledge and policy, but he's borderline genius when it comes to coercive rhetoric and emotional abuse. By the way, these are ALL classic predator qualities and that should concern us all.

Trying to understand racism and the many other extremist "isms" out there has been my life's work since my late childhood. What makes someone become a racist, after all? My exposure to this world began very early on, in my mid childhood when I learned that almost all of my white neighbors were racist and Antisemitic. I later came to call my neighborhood/town in Annadale, SINY the "Selma, Alabama of NYC" and it's sadly still largely the same to this day. But I was blessed by a combination of disability and disfunction which saved me from my environment, and I think my own story is a kind of mirror image of Trump's story in Queens, NY. The combination of my several ailments with my family disfunction forced me into interacting with people (kids) of color at a VERY early age. Though we lived in a upper middle class white neighborhood, my parents being separated forced my mom to bring me to the clinic instead of our family physician, and as y'all know, the public clinics are never in the good part of town.

The clinic I had to go to on a monthly basis (I was REALLY sickly as a kid) was across the street from the West Brighton projects, a notoriously dangerous public housing project on the North Shore of Staten Island. But through these constant visits I regularly interacted with other children who looked and talked VERY differently than me. They were black, brown, Asian, Latino/Latina, etc., and I loved playing with them each and every time. I even told my mom at one point that I wished I was black, much to her astonishment, because I liked how my black friends behaved with me in stark contrast to my white child neighbors, who mostly bullied me because of how different I was. Even as a child, I knew what it felt like to wear the skin of the "other", whether that meant skin color explicitly, or being targeted because of having long hair when every other boy had a crew cut, or not behaving in a masculine enough way for the other boys in my elementary school, etc...

I've never met Donald Trump, and by God's grace I never will, but he has lived an extremely public life, and so we can learn quite a lot from his public pronouncements, his many affairs while married, and his rare moments of speaking honestly about himself. The one moment of honesty, again extremely rare for him, was back in the 1990's when he admitted that he didn't like to think about himself reflectively, because he didn't think he'd like what he saw. That alone is unbelievably telling about his self perception and I would aver his deep seated self hatred, which, in denying (which he must), he can't help but project that self hatred outward towards anyone who looks or thinks differently than him, whether they be a wife, a child, a business associate, a self perceived enemy, and even an ally who doesn't serve his immediate needs of the moment.

How will this all end? With his impeachment by a new Congress next year? By his own staff pulling a 25th Amendment on his failing faculties? By us getting involved with a nuclear war with North Korea and potentially other nations, with millions left dead and dying from radiation poisoning? I would love to see him change and become a better man and turn this administration around and be more ethical on multiple levels, but I simply don't see ANY evidence of it anywhere. This Trump Regime, as I call it, is not only putting the American Experiment at grave risk, it's putting our planet's future at risk.

I watched most of the Sunday morning political shows this morning and it was remarkable to see almost all of them struggle with acknowledging the simple truth that we have a white supremacist/racist president and that the vast majority of the GOP is silently complicit as he rolls back almost every civil rights advancement made in the last 50+ years.

Barack Obama was our first Black President. Donald Trump is our first White President.

It's time we own this folks. It's time we own it.