Everyone In A War: Scars last until death for wounded, winners or losers, and the combattants who survive run the world after the treaty signing. Humans are heiarchal and instinctvely form groups for safety. Very cave woman. More is never enough, power comes with massive wealth, ugly greed follows. Social levels: castes, class, empires to peasants organize to perpetuate wealth and resourse accumulation. Homo Sapiens evilved from hunter/seekers inti killer/takers. Human life loses value vs. the filled stronghold. Wizards bedazzle the followers and the fool fighters who protect he hive. Queens have cake dreams. .
The Chinese dynasties lasted centuries - we rose exponentially from the dream of steam engines, later gas/oil And will crash too due to rising greed of the forgotten and enslaved. Cars, trains, electricity, planes, guns and micro chips created the neo-dynasties. That is human nature - to own the sky, space, seas, stuff, land, and other people. Having been once owned, the children can get in line behind 4 centuries of horror leaving scars. We suck at compassion. And empathy. To enact and enforce no wars you would have to murder half the world's people, and hold a gun on the survivors to assure compliance. Blood and dominance, death and scars purchase civilization bubbles that always burst. Tough sell: nice. Especially with oil and gas wars heating up.
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The ultimate yard sale. Your: The ultimate yard sale. Your innovative and strikingly witty "Cosmic Bulletin" tells a story and offers some first-rate comic relief. The last line is a hoot!
It's encouraging that you're writing again. I hope that means you're feeling better. Sending prayers and positive thoughts your way.
You have them! You are: You have them! You are greatly valued by this community. Thank you for letting us know how you're doing. Peace, comfort and every blessing.
So glad I didn't miss this: So glad I didn't miss this one. A casual voice carries some killer metaphors and a theme that's instantly relatable, and the result is just . . . amazing. I love those down-to-earth details, that seamless flow and your daring wordcrafting:
"cornered dunces swimming
in galactic amniotic fluid, staring back at you,
writing wholesome cliff notes about your departure,"
Wow! Way to stun and shine.
"Adam and Steve": I howled. Circular argument I recall from Rhetorical Logic. Futility as a theme. Hmmmm... Pro life/warrior. nice irony. Each generation rises from the ashes if the one previous searching for the new thing not under any sun. ~A~
You Took Us There: Your literary style captured detail, filled the cell around us. You have a gift for prose.
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Sorry you got six days. Welcome back. .
~A~.
I Live This Poem!: Surreal. Flight is in there, the connotations of departure the lap nuts packs - perfection images! I see this poem. Risky: "galactic amniotic fluid" - yep. This is the bestest poem you have EVER written!!!!! A fully knit-integrated art lit fact with form so unobstructed it flows. Where ya been keepin' that aesthetic? Smart, well sculpted et al. Fine work, voice? sweet!
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~Lady A~.
Nothing Like Reality: It is my substance free world, no beer any more, my bottle of new apt. gift wine is in fridge unopened. Life gets me flying. Working has challenges, I flew above them, retired at 58. Tell me I did it Right and Righteous! .
No intrest in opioids - My doctors are amazed. .
Lady A
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