"Windows"

 This belongs here as the conclusion to all of the questions I asked.


 Windows

Speaking of incantations, oracles, serenity, and love...


The eyes through the heart

On the way to the soul

The life to restart

From mere pieces to whole

Speaks of the relative meaning of things


In utter frustration, I lost all the world

Impatient to sense all the loving unfurled

The dimwitted fear of the loving-less beast

All due to the fear that they can't make the feast

So, on I continue, still frustrations roam

To skip to the time when the heart knows its home

The loving begins with the tug on heartstrings


Awaiting the day, if it's only to feel

Explosion of loving, at last, become real

In the next lifetime the love will anneal;

Substantial as heart, to the loving I kneel

Impatiently waiting for all to wake up

To fill all of life from a lovingly cup

The human complete with the craft and the style

Of love that transcends all the heart all the while


In glancing denials as we peer through the fog

Putting on airs of Pavlovian Dog

What's wrong with this picture that's glued to the screen

The love interrupted, the bout intervened

The loving corrupted with men in denial

The passion disrupted, the loving on trial


No pill is required, only sentience graced

With loving transformed and the hating erased


The frustration holds and impatience resounds

To think it requiring another full round

Another full lifetime for love to be found

The proof of the case is, in fact, all around

The fear of the failure has held us all bound


Sweep aside the conflicts and excuses

They're on the train that rides with the abuses

A juggernaut that leads to more the same

The crafted clown that's dripping in the rain



Late 2024: I was right.

"Expressions"

  Expression

We all partake of chance to make expressions

Relieving us of  all ongoing strain

It all comes down to points to pound in sessions

Expressing joy, relieving all the pain

  

Pent up demands come bursting across

The silence in which we can't think

At madness bemused, we all make a toss

To drown our dismay in the sink

The Voice is the choice to sing it aloud

Relieving the stress of the void

That captures the pain of the misery's shroud

To the cosmos at large, you employed


The tool at your disposal is just grand

To voice the anguish is at your command

Amazing that you use it, oh, so well

Exposing all the painful past of hell

My intent to ring the future knell

Resounding clarion of life on bell


I understand the cosmos now

As maybe you do not

My rhoems do express, somehow

The lines within the plot

This awful task that fell to me

With no recourse to cease

Ride the anonymity

Of all of our Humanity

Reveal the love and peace


The burden of it fell to me

Because my gender hid from sight

That which just my heart could see

In wracking pain of night


Hidden 'neath the dark and pain

The madness held its awful reign

For far too long 

Without a song

To ride the Love to life

Remitting witless strife

To the depth of hell

Then, ring that newborn bell

Seems to be the tell


Sorry, need a scratch pad for a thought that fits nowhere in particular.  Each year's newborns start work one year later than the previous year until no one needs to work.  I know that sounds whacky but that's where we've been headed for a century and, now that AI and robotics are being funded like mad, it's time to begin considering what is done about it.

So, this year's newborns (2025) would start, say, at 21 years of age or 2046 and next year's newborns (2o26) start work one year older, start at 22 or 2048, government/society would pay them until the day they started working.  Population and meaningful employment have been at cross-purposes for at least a century.  Population goes up and number of jobs goes down with no regard for the humans.  How weird is that?  This would solve that completely in one hundred and forty years.  The only issue is where does the money come from to fund this orderly retreat from the mad concept of debt?  The amount has to fund each child born at the cost of food, shelter, clothes and health until they begin to be required to work.  I must say that health should be an outlier.  The astronomical cost of health emergencies makes it clear that it cannot be calculated per person.  It must be single payer system, in other words a government entity.  That has always been the point.  Housing should be similar, really.

It seems to me that the calculations for these costs as government costs implies that the government should be able to determine the number of children born.  Birth would become regulated.  I'm sure that freaks out any prehuman dedicated to remaining so.

Government should also be able to determine how much income is necessary for the populace per dollar GDP and charge for every dollar of GDP for the purpose of funding a society that needs no workers.  Any money issued to newborns for this scheme would not be taxed.  Tricky, sticky.

This is a nice change from my other effort to make humanity function like a Human.

The only problem is editing.  I just don't feel like it, though I may toy with these ideas some, see if I can clean them up.

My biggest problem, right now, is finding where this should reside.  While the rhoetry belongs on both rhoetry sites, I think Tapestry gets the nod, since I've already begun using it as a platform for flighty thoughts.

"Satisfaction"

 

Satisfaction that we all desire
Purpose that embodies life's own fire
Only in one form will never tire
To bring about the loving in the light
The charge that sparks the reasons and delight
The flames of candles beggaring the night
Is all contained within the sum of one
The woman lights the way like setting sun
True satisfaction comes without a cost
As the transcendental's slowly crossed
The satisfaction now becomes the norm
Life and all its hardships now reform
When love unbounded blossoms all attune
That setting sun becomes as bright as noon

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"Wound"

 

 Wound

I tried to describe it as thorn in the side

These three thousand years and the pain of the ride

But wound is as deep in the mind as can be

Not merest of thorns in the side of our glee

It may be a jagged edge blade best conveys

The way it maneuvers to render and flay

The heart of the human and humanity

Deeper and deeper, it cuts as we flee

From rational thought of a sentient race

That fulfills the heart for the soul to embrace

But clamour increases and love we displace

All chances of love as we seek to erase 

There's only one love that keeps me on track

For love of a woman, I'll keep coming back

She transforms my soul and renders my heart

 From sense of betrayal to love set apart

"Difference"

 

What is the difference in the man

That learns to love with all he can

Not the stumbled stride of brute

But, loving whole, right to the root

He loves a woman as he can

But, grovels not, he is a man

No animal that merely begs

That is not written in the regs

Nor animal that growls and beats

To force the woman forth her treats

For Humans are another sort

They love for love and not for sport


What is the essence of a man

To hide from nothing, heed no ban

Clarity must be the call

For Human to avoid the fall

Face his demon, only one

Failure irks until it's done

Destroys the Human from within

Causing race to hear the din

The clamour of forsaken soul

Must realize it can be whole

And hear the clairing call

That clarity is all


We can't be human sans our pride

In our race and in our stride

In all we do must be respect

Back we go to missing speck

In all we do must be the pride

Back we go to missing stride


As long as men deceive themselves

The deeper in the lies he delves

Refuting all of reason's ways

As in the muck, his lack he lays


Taken in stride, it's simple to do

But, broken the stride of race to construe 

That all becomes right with the men and their ways

As they learn of the love and its brightening rays

Rather than scoffing at that which they fear

That they're not up to that they hold dear

The misery caught behind every eye

Telling the story of life gone awry


No more to rely on a wing and a prayer

Now I reveal all the landscape, so bare

Confounding the sight for all there to see

Setting the soul and notions so free


I cannot question any longer

Landscape that can make us stronger

The clarity's required, my dear

The fog, it lifts, the view is clear

I cannot question any longer

As clarity becoming stronger

"Man destroyed, woman destroyed"

 

The title to this poem is a modification of the title of a book by Simone de Beauvoir, Woman Destroyed.

Man becomes hobbled with waning of truth
As lifetime progresses from bounds of his youth
Deceit is embedded so deep below skin
As misleading message sinks deeply within
Man could be coruscant, shining so bright
Except for embarrassment hid in the night
The man is befuddled as lie fades from view
Deceit in the heart as the specters renew
Now, comes a lady, the heart of desire
Lighting the essence, release spinal fire
Deceit in the loving encompasses life
Deep in the heart, lust plunges the knife
The fire is not lit, but the woman endures
'Til the bane of the man escalates and ensures
That the man is unhinged and unreason pours out
Then, only then, is the woman in rout

Unreason comes forth in so many forms
But all, in their essence, resembling storms
Seeking the love, which the heart does pursue
But, falling away, as they're falling for you
Or, ranting distractions to hide from the view
The failure men know, as the loving comes due

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"Buried"

 

Buried

It's buried so deep that we slowly declined
The source of transcendence for all of mankind
Thrown in a grave and entombed deep beneath
Patterned behaviour, an ancient bequeath
That holds us in chains of unreason's deceit
From reasoning's presence, we only retreat
The boldness required to say we are more
Than baffling remnants, we need to explore
Magnificent beauty of life as could be
A sentient race with the will to be free
Of the chains and the dirt that were piled on the grave
Of sentient beauty, mistaken as knave
The shadows unseen in the corners of mind
Unhinges the wit and the heart of mankind
Love can emerge from the depths of that grave
As sentience teaches us how to behave

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"Tone"


 Tone

Just a change of tone is what we'll find

As all of loving  filters through mankind

The spinal fire ignites a steady flame

Eye to eye, the loving is the game

The structures of mankind begin to soften

Love produces sanity more often


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"Forward vision"

 

Forward Vision

 Stand upon the rampart's wall of all eternity
See the past and future tense of split infinity
The dizzy spells recede
The forward gaze is freed
No other generation lived will stand upon a time
When culture and the words we use all changes on a dime
The briefest glimpse, head snaps in both directions
What is and what will be is seen in the reflections
Tremendous time of loving change
Don't let a beat of pulse derange
Carry on, just one more time
Crafting words and thoughts in rhyme
What a wind's relief to stand upon
End of all the smallness midst beginning of new dawn
The pulse will race
The heart to pace
Beyond the bounds of time
We'll nestle there
Amidst our care
And love in words and rhyme



"Burn down the house"

 

Burn down the house

A whipping wind approaches habitation
Presentiment of final abdication
From broken views and mankind's relegation
The end of all of mankind's aberration
A flare of fire in spinal conflagration
Burning down the house of aggravation
Rebuilding, now, a house of approbation

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"Crazy"

 

Crazy

Is it crazy to believe that, in this life, there's something more
That hidden in a corner there's a present that's in store
For all that seek the answer to a puzzle so complex
That only hearts can find it; for the mind it will perplex
The stars and moons and vastness of all of time and space
Cannot provide the answer and the will cannot replace
A tender word or two can brush across the windswept plains
Bringing views of heaven midst the joyous falling rains
But magic is within the heart and brings its own sweet peace
The magic that can work its ways and bring the sweet release
Just crazy  

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