pardon me while I disappear
the landlord threatened me with eviction
the tax man is weighing my genitals with one hand my purse with another a meat cleaver front and center in her belt
bureaucrats attempting to measure my competency in cost benefit bean counter ways the immeasurable profit of a cup of water given to the dying imprisoned in a glide path as I too wend my way towards where they go a superfluous man like they like all of life eventually like politicians who join the parade stepping like geese lock kneed because they can exercise power in only one way by raping the poor for their benefit simply because they can
I too was and remain a rapacious bastard filled with longing for power yet fundamentally altered by “The first will be last and the last first” and now sense in the end we will be measured by our treasury of how we treated the poor and unholy washed in our time and place death become my goal in learning that when we learn to die we learn to live each and every moment prized
I wonder why I take these few moments in peace to steal what is mine sacrosanct peace absent fear of being sodomized by them kneeling naked upon the dark cold cement floor naked as they prance and shout gloat and smirk their right to be as they are to me thieves of my right to exist as I am and will eternally remain
essentially I do so in honor and reverence for those who did so before me loving and forgiving their assassination justified in order to keep the peace their control by terror those who disagree and in whatever wisdom tradition conscious that the choice is mine to elect the highest power versus their faux fear mongering lip service avoiding the draft the wars they send other peoples children to fight for their profit in some small innocuous way remembering In Flanders Field, Red Badge of Courage, All Quiet on the Western Front and James Jones and on-and-on who in ‘deathless prose’ told another version vision of what lay beneath all the hype and vainglory
there are the few against the many who like smoke taint the mass of greed gone mad wreathed not in glory but in plain flesh and blood willing to love despite the insanity since those who kill are just like they killed bearing a kernel of grace choosing not but to disdain in addiction to obtain some other reason to glorify institutionalized law-of-land imperious unclothed rapacious bastards regardless of gender just like me who chooses to be otherwise power to the 99% the six million and the sixty million who were but a few victims of greed.
it is said that calamities come in threes, is that all there is
the measure of justice is not who wins or loses since both sides do
Solomon said divide the child in half the one who said I give up loved the child the other wanted the child alive or dead object/subject the first “proactive the second reactive”
"There is no way to peace peace is the way" –Thich Nhat Hanh
. . . in the end it is only the Buddhist who self-immolate their protest against the abuses of power and create nor fight in wars . . . perhaps this is my funeral pyre yet to be ignited; stop the world I want to get off
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