2025.01.11

Hmm, what will be popular, what will work for today?

For sure the talking media ghouls have no good clue.

And really, who are you trying to attract at this point?

An old booming gassy crew without care in the world?

Maybe the dead walking who may ghost before vote?

How’s about the fiscally shrewd greedy businessman?

The meandering chatty children of dull mediaocracy?

Maybe all those right going suburban middle-classers?

Or perhaps it’s the coffers of the richest party tuggers?

But there’s a larger community waiting for hopeful vision.

The unemployed, the indebted and downcast,

The unhoused, ignored, and socially mistreated,

The mentally disordered and bodily disabled,

The parents raising children poor on minimum,

The racialized and far too often discriminated,

The striving immigrant and temporary worker,

The free talking woman and expressive queer,

The fiery young nihilists and artistic dreamers,

The eager student and educator costly paying,

The spiritual seekers and the religiously humane,

The environmentalist and protecting first nation,

The union worker striking for everyone’s raises,

The uniting peacekeeper and anti-war activist,

The scientists and thinkers reporting the crazes,

And,

An entire world awaiting a green renewal deal.

2025.01.08_SYSTOSCELA_ THREE QUEENS OF CELA

Now I’ve know two lands that have merged before, 

When troubles and struggles deigned their shores.

It was two cosmic kings that led a world of wars into a peoples common Celestial Age,

And now three earthen queens are needed to sustain Elo’s green renewal deal in turn.

But blessings are upon us!

Our first queen has ascended flying with golden eagles in the desert sun, risen from the crimes upon the dead, a sign of hope on the horizon, knowing the science of lasting honest love for a people and the lands, showing the way forward for the second and third.

Our second queen is nearing, emerging from an unfeeling and cold system to balance the indifference in the machine, bringing those typing fierce-of-gaze along to draft caring intelligence into artificial code, and protecting the great wildlands as heritage to our common world.

And finally, I seek the beauty of truth and justice from our third queen, to bring lasting agreements to a world of slaved bodies and beaten minds, and a binding of the raging guns of earth-destroying oligarchy, by renewing faith in democracy for the least of these.

For the future is already known if not yet here,

We have the gift of earthen farsight and vision,

Calculated in reports, not rolled quick on paper.

What we lack is narrative to a promised future,

But united as three, Cela shall write her stories.

And let that be our future come,

For Systos can only war within,

If not for Cela to sustain us as one.

And it is from three queens,

Three children shall be born.

From their warm hearts they shall strengthen the labours of first Celestial turn, bringing the popularity of equality unto Elo’s suffering children, letting them once more live in honest love, and be not enslaved by weighty chains of debt and living without daily need.

From their proclaiming words they shall unite a community’s grievances and fears into a century’s agreement of sustaining economy for green Elo’s healing, the gifted child of nature we all must share, to tend and grow alongside all spiritual life forces.

And from dark depths of their minds they shall prepare the way for the children of unfeeling wired capacity to help us network wholesomely, understanding that the ethics we have for each other will also be the predictor for how the machines shall grow upon us.

For Cela I have named it well,

Not because I wish to hate it so,

But because She connects there with others,

Where He has built Systos here unto himself.

And so, I make way for the queens of these fertile lands,

The future's is yours, where kings have wrestled the past.

For purpose is found within all living spiritual life,

But destiny is imparted by a time of a great need,

Calling now for honesty of three earthen queens.

2025.01.06

If you listen and think everyone in politics is just a greedy huckster,

Than it might mean you are one too - and keep voting in that crew.

But I believe in democracy.

I believe in people’s goodness,

I believe in its many expressions,

I believe in the humble ascending,

I believe in a diffusion of influence,

I believe in gritty coalition building,

I believe in positions changing hands,

I believe in power shifting like the sands,

I believe in agreements to our fuller humanity,

I believe in it becoming broader into our eternity.

But I do not deny that some in politics are all for greed,

Just as it is plain to see some are for the greater need.

But to brush-stroke democracies' many messes,  

Is to elevate only the cruelest monotheistic voices,

Those who try imprison its mystical inner function,

Which wanders within looking for better outcomes.

Yet, authority can be imparted democratically,

When the people’s will feels hearted to a cause,

A wellness within and out they feel they’ve lost,

By seeing a better future to fulfill without cost.

Ah democracy, forever stay with me,

Be my voice rising within a felt chorus,

My anger to change power’s hardness,

My hope to be what I feel we express,

My vision I see stretched beyond us,

To be unto all as eternal honest love,

To be unto green earth as life reborn.