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Is only my World warped?

My Warpy World (2002)

1.   I need to burn off my excess energy,

That stuff I used to have in abundance in my youth.

I burned it bending on desks,

Reading and learning.

About our warped literatures and histories,

 

Warped theories,

Warped philosophies,

Of a warped world we created.

 

2.   I now need to stretch time in my old age.

I don’t want time to fly by:

I am supposed to be scared

Of the imminent end.

 

No, I have to work double shifts to make ends meet.

I need to work harder to fulfill

Newly discovered dreams.

I wanted to change the World. Did I fool myself?

Fooled Myself (2002)

I fooled myself. I pitied myself.

I wanted to know all, diligently, for decades.

I wanted to change the World

In my dreams, night or day.

Aloof, confused, distracted and detached of your Worlds.

 

It was the right thing then.  Still right, now.

I now take one task at a time.

Now that time is worth everything,

Time is irrelevant to me.

I want to stay healthy and fit.

I could be happy.

How many neighbors do you have?

My Neighbors (1999)

1. I believe there are other human intelligences, thousands of them,

Millions of light years away.

I believe there are other forms of intelligence;

Very close, when I hear my heart beat at night.

 

In the clear wide sky,

I can see their bright stars.

In the quietude of the night,

I can feel them fly.

In the early dawn,

I can hear them chirp, bark or cry.

2. There are near human intelligence.

They have Not two eyes, blue, black, nor brown.

They have Not two ears, nor feet, nor hands.

Some of them seem to be a million light years far.

3. We search.  We still cannot see those varieties.

We need high tech search machines.

We keep searching, waiting for them to make us see.

 

Very few are searching, now and then searching.

They are telling me they have found some intelligence,

And they might have compassion.

 

Today, I discovered

My next door neighbors.

They think they had it: Exclusive Rights

A common behavior for President and CEO

Exclusive Rights (Written in 1998)

1.   I’m mad.

The President made my hand

Touch his crotch.

I just discovered that

He did it with many other women.

Many less beautiful than me.

Many downright ugly.

2.   I’m mad.

The President grabbed my breasts.

They were young, round, and stone hard.

I’m finding out that

He did it with so many others.

Many were flat chested.

Many right down sagging.

3.   I’m mad,

Very mad now.

I didn’t mind then what He did.

I may have been flattered, I think.

I was honored, definitely.

He is more than My President:

He is the First Stud.

4.   I’m mad.

Studs have no rights over non studs.

They may be spared a slap.

A swift, ringing slap.

I have the right to be mad.

I have the right to claim

Exclusive rights too.

A movie? She Says, He Says?

She Says, He Says (1998)

1.   All right, communication research

Has gone a long way to resolving

A most frustrating, untenable balance

Between the sexes.

 

He says, she says can be explained

By the connection/status bipolar between genders:

She is seeking connection and support in conversation.

 

She knits webs of small networks

Of friends; small but very close.

 

He is jockeying for status:  Who’s one up

And who’s one down in the hierarchy.

He likes to speak to captive audiences.

2.   She likes to convey images of dependence,

Of understanding, of relating to others.

 

He likes to provide information and solutions.

He likes to project images if independence

And freedom of choices.

He is most able in telling stories.

 

They say the difference in perspectives is acquired learning.

It seems true.

Let me dare advance that this acquired learning

Is premeditated to compensate for the genetic superiority of women?

3.   Men have always known,

From the beginning of time,

Who is the master and the rock.

 

How women manage to do it

Was the mystery.

Men knew it

But refused to acknowledge it.

 

The more men were sure of that knowledge

The angrier they were,

The more restricting the rules,

The stiffer the punishments.

4.   Why women are superior to men

Is a taboo subject.

 

I am telling you:

Women think long-term and act short.

She sets her goal and works steadfastly

Laying one brick at a time,

Building the most intricate plan.

5.   Skip the research and save your hard earned money.

Tell me:

Why men feel awkward, dazed and puzzled

When their peers heap on them glories

Of dreams come true?

 

False assumptions,

False glories.

Dreams are too long-term to be true to men.

 

Man has been saying over and over again that

Behind a great man is a woman.

Planning for him, for her goal.

6.   All right, we have been studying the mechanisms

Of conversation between women, men

And mixed men and women groups.

 

The connection/status dimension

Explains beautifully most of the misinterpretations

In communication between the sexes.

 

Sure, no one is going to change

His communication behavior because he does Not know how it works.

Sure, no one is going to change

His planning behavior

Simply because he still does Not know the basics.

One thing I learned is a daughter speaks the language of her mother.

The boy is brought up ignorant of any language worth communicating with.

7.   Say “I love you” more than once.

Say “I like you” more often.

True or false, just say it.

 

Who cares for more grieves,

When an extra moment of happiness is handy?

It is but one life that we live.

 

Yes, we are all seeking interdependence

In different shades and flavors.

Note: Gender difference emerges at around age 2 or 3, at which point societal expectations can override innate interests. Toys, color s and role models segregation has long-term effects on gender gaps in academics, spatial skills and social skills.

What are you worried about Becky-Sue?

Becky-Sue (1998)

1.   Are you worried Becky-Sue about the asteroids?

One of them slamming earth any time soon?

I’m not worried.  I’ll still be around.

 

Breathing or not,

Above or underground,

Mostly under for added protection.

2.   Are you worried Becky-Sue of Earthquakes,

Volcanoes, El Nino, tornadoes, tidal waves, ozone depletion?

I’m not worried.  They tend to visit my neighbors.

 

I see them on the TV screen when the President or his Vice

Hovers in choppers

Over the devastated areas.

3.   I am somewhat worried about the toxins

Created by Man, about radioactive materials

Dumped in my backyard.

 

But I already outlived my ancestors

Way before Man meddled with Nature.

4.   I am surely worried, Becky-Sue, of the forced issues:

Women shortening the periods of breastfeeding,

Child rearing age, post pregnancy recovery

 

Because promotion at work matters,

Because equality with the stupid man matters.

5.   We are what we are

Because mothers made the human specie

Grow and stay alive, against all odds, wars and calamities.

 

Because mothers stayed and gathered moss

While men wandered, rolled and rumbled.

6.   Are you worried, Becky-Sue?

I really don’t know you:

Take me to the movie, tonight.

I have no qualms, unless

 

Have No Qualms (2001)

1.   You have no respect for me:

I am poor.  I have no qualms.

 

You find no charms in me:

I am a boor. I have no qualms.

 

You believe I’m slow in the mind:

I am doing my best.  I have no qualms.

 

You think that I’m a loser:

Show me a genuine smile, please.  I have no qualms.

 

2.   You rob my people of their wealth,

You leave them homeless and impoverished,

I have a qualm.

 

You deprive my people of their rights to choices,

To reach the best they can be,

I have a qualm.

 

You trample on my people’s liberties,

To fight, to reclaim their humanity,

I have a qualm.

 

You spread poisonous prejudices of my people,

Though they are as good as your prejudices

I have a qualm.  I do.  I do.

What about your Present, the Moment?

Note: Re-edit of “Grab the Moment. (Written in 2001 and posted on July 1, 2016″

Grab the Moment (2001)

Work hard and day dream hard.

Study hard and sleep hard.

Enjoy the moment harder and harder.

 

What is done mildly is a waste of time.

If nothing for everything,

You drank life to the fullest.

 

If something from nothing,

“Whatever is” is nothing.

Instincts in Man turned toxic

Toxic Instinct (1999)

He is running after her.

He is big, fat and ugly.

She is smaller,

Quicker and much cuter.

 

He is running fast.

She climbs a tree.  He follows her.

Round and round

The trunk of the tree they turn.

 

He stops.

Squirrel girl stops.

She knows his moves.

She smiles:  All is planned out.

 

He starts, running after her..

She climbs higher and higher.

Branches are now thinner and narrower

But she keeps her pace, undaunted.

 

Squirrel guy is now more cautious.

He is not smiling, never did, the grouch.

She reaches the edge of the branch.

 

He is waiting;

He is thinking:

“She won’t dare!  She’ll be back to me.”

“She’ll get bored and tired waiting”

 

She jumps to the next tree.

He shakes his head and backtracks.

 

Many men would jump and fall.

They would.

Their toxic instincts fail their survival adaptive instinct.

Who is still Fighting for the Man?

Food aplenty for the few:

They are addicted to junk food.

Leftovers for the leftover of humanity;

Delicious: hungry

 

Fighting for the signs, given and wanted traits,

Thriving for characters of the beyond;

Fighting for the provocation of the ambient collective;

The objective environment and the living one;

The social, psychological, and family entities;

Fighting for the Man.

 

Toys aplenty for the few;

They are addicted to one-on-one machines.

Leftovers for the leftover of humanity;

 

A piece of paper and threads gets kites flying high; smiles even higher;

A couple of sticks get a team running and laughing;

An old makeshift ball got kids gamboling and shrieking with joy.

 

Fighting for the society of objects, consumer goods;

The historical environment, of body and soul;

The cosmic belonging, the instinctive thrust;

The defense of the ego and the taste to live;

The denying and utilization of the other;

Fighting for the Man.

 

Vaccines and antibiotics for the few;

Open heart surgery for the few;

They got to be ninety and end up in nursing homes.

 

Alone: the refuse of humanity.

Leftovers for the leftover of humanity;

Barely first generation antibiotics dispatched to them;

They don’t get to live long,

They were Not meant to live long.

 

Their young memory didn’t erase the fresh good time.

They die within their community and among parents.

 

Fighting for the nutritional instinct, sexuality,

The race, age, gender, and life;

Variations in metabolism, language of the forms,

The sick body and the domesticated body;

The presence and ascendancy of the other.

 

Fighting for the Man.

Spaces and green horizons for the few;

They are addicted to tiny cubicles in overcrowded megalopolis.

Leftovers for the leftover of humanity;

Wind, dust, eroded land, dry earth,

A shade under an old resilient tree out in the nowhere;

A trickle of water of a drying source;

Crying babies, skeletal babies, over-stretched stomachs;

And white carcasses dotting the parched landscape.

 

Fighting for the emotive duality, the emotive matrix,

The emotive root of characters;

Getting a grip on the conscious, rhythm, perseverance;

Space and living duration;

The I, here, and now; in extension, in tension, and in intention;

Generosity and avarice.

 

Fighting for the Man.

Homes, gardens, and highways for the few;

They are addicted to driving and drinking.

Leftovers for the leftover of humanity;

Trekking for hundreds of miles for a handful of food;

Bare foot, crackling skin, sore dried up eyes;

To reach one of those Blue Tents

Erected and tended by romantic hearts.

 

Fighting for accepting reality;

Refusing reality, imaginary refusal;

The real, irrational and the surreal;

 

Carnal intelligence, dramatic intelligence,

Dialogue, rational arguments, democracy, discrimination,

The master action, the power of deciding,

The struggling with obstacles,

The greatness and misery of the will;

 

Fighting for the Man.

A car accident, a mugging,

A child left unattended, locked in a car,

A dog, a cat, an iguana for the few.

One million widowed, two millions disappeared,

Three millions refugees,

Four millions disabled in pre-emptive wars,

To depose a dictator here, a tough-minded leader there.

 

Five millions orphans, dislocated institutions and social fabrics;

Fifty thousands incarcerated:

Potential terrorists, with no hope for legal due processes,

For the leftover of humanity.

 

Fighting for the moral character, the moral act,

The religious expression of moral limitation;

Comprehending the Man is a science;

Far more complex and exhilarating of sciences

Than inanimate physical sciences.

 

You don’t need to be neutral in human behavioral sciences,

Just be plainly unbiased.

You don’t need to be odorless and insipid in social sciences;

I have got to be fighting for the Man!

 


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