Listen to a reading of this poem:
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From our perch here on the edge of armageddon
we are safe to gush out our love over everything,
because we’ve got nothing left to save it for
and nothing left to lose.
I place slippery wet YES kisses on the black crows in your stomach
and on the glowing red cardinal birds who fill the night sky.
I hold your precious heart in my hands and my eyeballs grow vines into it
and I weep round sloppy joy while telling you that you are perfect.
There is great beauty to be found in the oceans choked with garbage,
in the coughing poverty streets filled with schizophrenic prophets and opioid eyes,
in the Sauron eye of Google,
and in the pounding of the war drums as the ICBMs are readied.
It is not hard to see.
It is not even hidden.
We hold hands on the precipice and pour YES into the madness,
the majestic, orgasmic, omnicide angel madness.
Come what may.
Come, what may.
Come on, whatever may come.
We beckon forward the inevitable.
We collaborate with the chaos.
We ride as passengers with ancient earthworms and DMT gods
on the back of an infinite sea turtle
holding hands in excitement
for whatever is to come.
I love you so, so much.
I embrace you deep into my feathers
so you can hear the heartbeat of the galaxies.
Whatever happens,
whether we pass the great test or not,
whether we adapt or go extinct,
whether we make the jump or fall,
in the big picture
—the really, really big picture—
it will all be okay.
Let’s smoke cigarettes here on the edge of the abyss
as the air begins to crackle with an alien potentiality
and just gush our love out over everything
while it is there to be loved,
because it is there to be loved,
for however long it lasts,
come what may.
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19 responses to “Holding Hands On The Precipice”
Touched my heart
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other”
doesn’t make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.”
Rumi
Nice.
It will not happen nuclear war. It needs to happen a long huge economic shift to take place first in order to see what black hole will engulf the smaller. We already know who will prevail beforehand. The question is how the US empire and associates will fall and look to each other after all what they have done to secure the helm of power with their creep hands full of hepatic stains overall skin decaying.
Wrong ideas to have about the outcome from Russia and Ukraine:
1 – Gasoline will be cheap again. It will not.
2 – Huge profits earned by the western elite will pop up again. It will not.
3 – Diversity of products in supermarket shelves with affordable prices. It will.not.
4 – Positive economic growth. It will not.
In the background of the conflict in Europe, it is happening a Neo-colonization process being shipped by wars in Africa, Asia, Middle East. Coupe e’tat will pop up as CIA tries to hold American influence in south American countries.
A lot of money will have to be wasted to rebuild NATO and to keep it running. Half-trillion dollars per years to keep it a low profile in the coming years. How is supposed the smallest part in the equation to prevail with such measures? Russia took 30 years to recover from the fall of the Soviet Union and become something more positive to its own people. America did not fell, yet. There is always room for a first dive into the abysm.
The Clock that warns us of nuclear war Midnight
has just moved another tick.
From a parallax view it appears to be *before* Midnight.
Today’s Headline:Turkey Agrees To Back Finland, Sweden NATO Bid
My neighbors rushed home to see the ‘surprise witness’ at the Jan 6 Clown Show Hearings.
“On this day in history, June 28, 1914, the driver for Archduke Franz Ferdinand, nephew of Emperor Franz Josef and heir to the Austro-Hungarian Empire, made a wrong turn onto Franzjosefstrasse in Sarajevo.”
“This butterfly effect and interlocking treaties set off the chain of events that led to WWI.”
WWI was followed by the Treaty of Versailles that sowed the seeds the for World II.
Thank you. This is lovely and pertinent.
I quote a lot from archived sources. Here is another:
“Some day the earth will weep, she will beg for her life, she will cry with tears of blood. You will make a choice, if you will help her or let her die, and when she dies, you too will die.”
~~John Hollow Horn,
Oglala Lakota, 1932
In the meantime, feel the air on your cheeks, perhaps the wind in your hair, maybe pet your dog or cat, give someone a compliment and, in earnest, love who you are. It’s enough to know we are not the outliers.
Thank you for this
Does you love extend to central bankers?
It is hard to accept that we must die so fiat money and usury lives on.
Death doesn’t exist actually. As long as you’re conscious, you’re conscious of being alive and when you stop being conscious of being alive, you stop being conscious at all. So there’s never any consciousness of being dead. Life being the reflection of consciousness, death therefore doesn’t exist. Like beauty, it is only in the eye of the beholder :o)
Gosh, I feel better reading this… 🙂
All I can add that from history I learned that first coins were minted to pay mercenaries, seems not much changed since thousands of years ago.
If death is mot real, why do we need more bigger weapons.
I didn’t say death wasn’t real. I said it didn’t exist for the individual’s consciousness. You can’t feel dead. Therefore death doesn’t exist since consciousness is made of what you feel. Which is not antagonistic with the fact that a lot of people are killed. But they don’t feel dead. I posted that in response to your “It is hard to accept that we must die so fiat money and usury live on” in a way of saying we won’t feel it anyway.
It was that or singing a lullaby :o)
It’s good to finally talk to someone who knows what happens after death.
Terrific poem! And I have some knowledge in that area http://www.poetken.com
Keep up the great work. You have a fan on 4 acres in South-central Texas
Peace
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.
I love Janis Joplin.
Freedom back in America forefather’s days was mainly related to have a break from the king and the church. Ironically build back broke better loves puritans and paranoids. They are everywhere and places like here is a very rare spot for weirdos trying to make a difference.
Maybe the best advice I ever got from a teacher was before my kindergarten class’ first field trip: “Everybody stay close and hold hands.” On second thought, it might have been the best advice I ever got.
Wow. Love it.