O You Who Have No Culture

O you who have no culture
but the culture of greed,
lying, and deceit,
we will bury you
with our new culture
of love, respect,
and truth.
If there were a hell
other than the one
you're making,
We'd send you
straight to it.
But you will have time,
if not freedom,
to consider
your foolishness
as you diminish
past the point
of invisibility,
not worth
our time
or consciousness.

I Can No Longer

I can no longer bury myself
in books and ancient languages,
falling back on a patriarchal culture
that is killing us
and destroying the planet.
Now is the time
to create what we seek
through love,
in solidarity indivisible,
and be the world
of our desire.

I'm happy to be able to say that my poetry blog has had over 15,000 visits since its opening in October 2016. Thanks for your support. / Me place poder decir que, desde su apertura en octubre de 2016, mi blog de poesía ha tenido más de 15.000 visitas. Gracias a todxs por su apoyo..

No Illustration Needed

He has separated himself

from love and life,

and allied himself

with hatred and death.

In the name and service

of greed,

he has given to the rich

and to the dishonest,

and stolen from those most

in need.

Who will follow?

Who will feel the need?

[No illustration needed--we all know

who this is about.]

I Take Delight

I take delight
in nakedness,
because I am
nakedness.

I take delight
in nature,
because I am
nature.

I take delight
in life,
because I am
life.

I take delight
in energy,
because I am
energy.

I take delight
in light,
because I am
light.

I take delight
in love,
because I am
love.

I take delight
in peace,
because I am
peace.

I take delight
in justice,
because I am
justice.

I take delight
in you,
because we are
one.

It Is Time

I.
It is time,
time to transcend
old ways
and beliefs,
time to right
the wrongs,
to put faith
where it belongs,
to hear our cry:
that women and men
were born to live,
not waiting to die,
and will live
again and again.
Women do not
belong to men,
and all life
in the Universe
has rights
equal to ours.
Morality is not
negative,
but is love's
imperative,
and whatever
number you give
to the Trinity,
S/HE
will transcend it.
Hear our call:

Hear, O Universe,
our God/dess
is All.

II.
and we shall live,
as in the beginning we did,
from the heart,
the brain playing
its secondary
part,
so that while staying
alive,
all
may
thrive.

III.
We must go forward
and not back,
for in violence
and in war,
in hatred
and in domination,
in greed,
in patriarchy,
there is nothing
to go back to.

IV.
When the inside
is like the outside,
pure Divinity,
then you will be
free.

Two Dreams, Probably Indicative

In the first dream, I had a handgun, it looked like a WWII-era military .45 automatic, but it was actually .22 caliber and had a cool barrel extender that increased accuracy and muzzle velocity, I wonder if such a gun actually exists. I could ask D. Brian, who lives in the Dakotas and knows more about handguns than anyone I've ever met, but I unfollowed him on Ello for, predictably, being a Trumpist. Anyway, I don't know where I got the gun, but it was mine. I wanted to use it for quite an inappropriate task: to put a small, neat, round hole in the side of a metal tube that was a bit like a penny whistle--just on one side. I don't know why in the dream I thought I could do that, when in real life I couldn't hit the broad side of a galpón with any handgun.

The other dream had a context that I can't seem to remember, but the strange part was that in the dream I was trying to tell someone where I lived and couldn't come up with the name of the country. I think the strangeness of that was what woke me up. Once awake, I could simply have looked at the gorgeous, dark blue passport with the gold-leaf shield-seal on it. It was a simple matter, though, to start with the name of its most characteristic (though minority) language and work backwards from that. Without too much trouble, I deduced that I lived in Portunha. La Isla de Bona Portunha. We are very happy here, though a little strange . . .