(Published several weeks ago)
No doubt about it—clarity demands that
Today’s stream of consciousness is
In need of lots of work! So if
You choose to take a go at this train of
Thought before my mind’s eye finds
Time to reorganize
The mental complexities, which had
Naturally tumbled out of the inner depths of
My brain in such an unorganized fashion as
To imply that a host of overstuffed
Subconscious pockets had
Flown open, simultaneously, then
Knowing myself to be respectful of
The part that clarity plays in
Maintaining peace of mind so that
The absorption of information is not
Hampered by a rising sense of frustration
Suggests why I’ve chosen to caution
You to consider whether you want to
Tackle the complex nature of
Thoughts penned, below, right now or
Sometime later once complexity has been
Duly simplified, and with that leaflet stated ...
Might
Life be easy, breezy if
Unearthing Boogie Men buried alive
Deep inside our minds proved
Less challenging once
We feel intuitive need to
Pull them back out and
Confront them, eye to eye?
No way Jose!
Because
When it comes to
Life or love
If it's not one conflict
Driving us crazy
It’s another
And that's The TRUTH!
“Every player must accept the cards
Life deals him or her, but
Once they are in hand
He or she alone must decide
How to play the cards in
Order to win the game.”
—Voltaire, 1694-1778
And that’s most especially true when
The game at hand is How Best to
Resolve Conflicts That Prove
Subconscious In Nature
BTW in case you wondered why
Part 10B skipped straight to Part 12
The answer to that riddle lies in this fact:
Back in August, when this post was written
I’d mistakenly believed that Part 11 had been
Deleted until recently when it mysteriously
Reappeared in drafts suggesting that
(In addition to intuitive need to extricate
Boogie Men, who’d remained buried alive within
My subconscious ever since childhood)
My intelligence faces conscious need, from
Time to time, to calm down the frustrations of
My inner warrior, whose fury tends toward
Turning inward against myself whenever
Any of my human vulnerabilities emerge so
Clearly as to offer my internal perfectionist reason to
Chastise myself much too harshly for having committed
Mistakes of my own making based in having
Unwittingly exposed personal insecurities (which
Had, over most of my life, remained blocked from
My conscious awareness and public consumption) behind
My defense system’s wall of denial
And last but not least my intelligence works
Overtime so as to cool down subconscious furies, which
Are stimulated to e-ignite whenever a current event feels so
Audaciously atrocious as to haunt my
Conscious connection to peace of mind with
Flooding anxiety based in my personal sense of
Urgency concerning the depths of my heartfelt need to
Inspire like-minds to unite, ASAP, in hopes of
Creating change for the better throughout
Our societal domaine by disempowering
Any cold hearted BULLY who chokes
The life force out of every intelligent spirit that
Musters the courage to stand up and openly confront
Our need to expose the ongoing nature of
Leadership’s narcissistic egocentricities, and
Thus, with today’s line up of relentless
Frustrations rising clearly before us, I believe
You’ll agree that the unresolved nature of
Each of the mental conundrums, listed
Directly below, will serve to drive
Any sane person with a smart, compassionate heart
And conscientious soul close to crazy—
First, let’s reconsider innocent children in cages, who
Being too young to rail valiantly against
Hard wired governmental injustice,c is make their
Desperation known by wailing—
Where’s my mommy! to no avail as
The defense systems of guards close
Their eyes, ears and hearts to the fact that
They, who silently follow trump’s devilish
Orders, are soullessly causing lasting harm to
The psyches of little ones, who will have
Been given sound reason to hate ...
And what of innocent children shot to death in
Our schools where the very idea of arming
Underpaid teachers with guns sets off
Alarms inside my head concerning a nation of
Adults think tanks fueled by fear rather than collectively
Brainstorming together to mindfully embrace the necessity of
Participating in solution-seeking sessions of problem-
Solving in which logical thought processes are employed
The very idea of Congress voting down gun laws meant to
Minimize the rat-a-tat of powerful weapons all too
Easily placed in the deranged hands of psychopaths wiping out
Innocent lives in our schools, theaters, shopping
Centers, amphitheaters, peaceful neighborhoods clarifies
The fact that our populous worries about
Terrorist attacks from afar far more often than of
Our pressing need to consciously acknowledge that
We have become a nation so divided as to be at
War with ourselves, and a nation divided, whose leadership
Remains blind and deaf to dire need for legislative change is
Bound to flail around ever more swiftly toward failure until
Its final collapse sees us falling flat on our faces, because
At every stage o life, people need to balance freedom with
Limits, which brings us to need to reconsider
Run-away greed born of runaway capitalism heartlessly
Klling off small businesses at will while we wring our hands
Worrying over building walls against drug lords when
Wealthy drug companies remain free to bleed
Our bank accounts dry while our eyes remain closed to how
Complacency continues to empower tobacco lobbyists to
Influence far more adults to kill themselves, slowly, than
Is true of foreign terrorists, brainwashing impoverished
young men, women and children to turn themselves into
Bombs that blow the innocent away while any kind of
Gun control at all is denied by legislators beholden to
The NRA; and when it comes to pass that serious illness
Strikes us down so as to need hospitalization
We are seen by a series of hospitalists who (having
Been employed by Big Business's take over of
physicians as well as our over worked
Nursing staff, who find themselves buried under
Paper trails while aides administer to patient needs now that
So many of our hospitals’ under staffed employees are
Poorly paid while richly salaried CEO’s continue to
Feather their nouveau mansions, pricy sports cars
Ocean going yachts and private planes with
Bonuses ranging in many more millions)
How scary is it to know that hospitalists know nothing of
Our medical history except for the little that’s scrawled
Within our charts, which these doctors who know us not
At all must hurriedly glance over during each of their
Eight hour shifts, leaving the bed ridden patient
To wonder which of the three, who'd manned
One shift per day, was responsible for forgetting to
Order the test needed to correctly diagnose
This specific malady over that possibility—as
Proved true when, by nightfall, naught had been done
To schedule my 95 year old mother for the
MRI, which she had originally been admitted in
The ER to receive, and the nurse, fearing to disturb
The hospitalist at home, refused to make a call until
I’d respectfully mentioned that rather than
Disrupting the evenings of three physicians, that
Number would grow to four, because I’d planned to
Call my husband and ask him to call
The other three, who evidently had
No clue that Mom, who had been admitted by
The ER doc, specifically to undergo an MRI of
Her brain, early in the day, had not been
Scheduled once assigned to a room, at all, and
Being that it was after 9pm, and we were still
Waiting in limbo, something concerning written
Communications amongst so many
Indian braves with no chief in sight had gone
Awry—so, my choice was to spend the night, having
Experienced sound reason to believe that
My 95 year old mother had need of
A personal advocate in her corner to
Assure us both that with this faulty system, in which
Businessmen at the top concentrate closely on
The penny pinching nature of Big Business’s
Decision to pay bottom dollar for medical supplies while
Charging the patient a fortune for everything—
Inclusive of paper tissues—saw me speaking
Respectfully to employees while wanting to wring
If Business’s greedy little head for taking
Unfair advantage over people who were ill and
Thus even more vulnerable than proves true
Once good health is, hopefully, restored
You see it’s not those employed by Big Brother
Whoops—I mean Big Business that renders
My smarts to steam (but not flood) with fury but rather
Runaway capitalists, whose greed knows
No bounds, and thus has a heightening level of
Frustration when a loved one is in need of
The best physical and emotional care possible
Taught me, more than once, to keep
A sharp eye open while holding back
A sharp tongue whenever over worked, under paid
Hospital staff have made a serious gaff, and
Prove in need of a calm conscientious brain to
Oversee that which our primary internists had once
Held themselves accountable to oversee on
A day to day basis when they’d made rounds during
Their patients’ hospital stays—whereas now, they, too
Rely upon glancing over copies of charts sent to
Them at the patient’s request once
We are well enough to be discharged, and though
My ire concerning a host of subjects could go
On and on as to how Big Business usurps control over
Harming our well being all I’ll go on go to say in
A moderated tone for right now is—Geez!
I’ve not yet mentioned discrepancies concerning
Our school districts, which are either impoverished or richly
Enhanced—and being a teacher, I’m bound to return
Sometime down the road, to our nation’s viral need for
Change concerning legislating finances for
Our children’s education, across the board, because
My train of thought has just switched tracks toward
Tackling another dilemma in that
We worry more over the safety of professional
Football helmets than over our veterans' shoddily
Constructed protective devices; and no matter how
Often we see movies illustrating the shattered
Lives and psyches of veterans, we have no way of
Fathoming the horrors that eighteen year old
Warriors have witnessed, endured and
Survived concerning the gruesome deaths of
Buddies and comrades in arms, injuries
Sustained that maim as well as unimaginable atrocities
Sighted upon foreign soil that come home with
The physically and emotionally injured men and
Women who arrive home to resume
Family life, suffering from despairing bouts of PTSD—
Many of whom feel so rageful or depressed as
To be diagnosed as mentally disturbed after
Bravely defending our freedoms though I wonder
How many of our wounded warriors are not
Consciously aware of how much of their former
Selves had been left broken on battlefields until
They can barely exist in a hopeless state of homeless
Having hit bottom on the mean streets of
Our cities where eyes of the employed
Dart away from acknowledging our comrades'
Very real need of professional help in all aspects of
Life while Big Business continues to flourish in buildings that
Scrape the sky, where CEO’s receive bonuses of
Millions beyond their salaried millions so that
The billions needed to run our nation in the black are
Funneled directly into the swollen accounts of
The 1%, who find loopholes to dodge taxes while
The take over of big businesses, like Amazon, which
Pays no taxes, continues to rape our middle class of
Financial security just as hospitals remain bereft of funds
Needed to take proper care of veterans as well as
Hospitals raped by the corporate world where
The average Joe (having had need of a major surgery
Watches his mega insurance company rolling in dough) is
Brought to his knees in dire need of help to raise
The not so small fortune of medical expenses that
Must be paid out of pocket, which will
Bankrupt his hard working, two paycheck family
And then there are our farmers, and factory jobs sourced out
Tariffs imposed—dreamers deserving of citizenry—
Need I go on and on about sound reason for RAGE?
The question at hand is not what must we fix first
The question at hand is when will we come to
Acknowledge the fact that corruption at
Every level of life in The USA has been
Running wild for so long as to have broken
Every aspect of America’s well being, beginning with
The costs of childcare (though child care givers earn
Next to nothing) to the dissolution of family life, where
The unrelenting nature of rising levels of stress, ruining
Life after life, influences heightened numbers of
Divorce, and when stress runs high, generosity of
Spirit (necessary to piece the shattered puzzle of
Life in these United States back together) is run into
The ground along with our relationships, which
Children watch flailing about, and while
Considering relationships in need of repair—
As long as trump's forked tongue
Insults our allies while coveting favor with
Every brutal dictator who emulates
Our current president's not so secret desire to
Hitlerize his rein over the home of the brave and
Land of the free, who must freely vote this viper
Out of office before China owns us lock, stock
And barrel— Need I say that though
The first portion of this train of thought was
Written and published several weeks back
The lengthier portion is clearly being
Penned, today, having watched
The Democratic Presidential Debate, last night
Amazingly, I did not have nightmares based in
Fearing four additional years under
The twittering rule of trump—Why not?
I have faith in my fellow Americans’
Brain capacity to make good use of
Their intelligence, having experienced
Sound reason to consciously acknowledge
The urgency with which each of us is
Accountable for taking an active role in creating
Change for the better throughout the entire
Infrastructure of our nation, and knowing that
Leadership toward change for the better
Starts at the top, we, whether Dem or Rep must lasso
This mangy ‘bull’ by the horns and drag him out of
The Oval Office, kicking, screaming and twittering
(Knowing that he'll dig in his heels and balk at having been
Illegally voted out), suggesting that blue states will
Out number red hats, this time around, by
Choosing to vote for a level headed candidate for
President who was not born with a golfball—I mean
Gold spoon in his mouth and wads of
Daddy’s cash stuffed into his pockets and
The whiplash tongue of a viper that poisons
Deeper truth with bald faced lies spewing venom
Here, there, everywhere—
Every time donald duck opens his mouth to squawk ...
Whew! Thanks for letting me vent—again!
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