Saturday 30 November 2019

Do You Hear What I Hear??



One
Lone voice
Will
Define
The only
World
I
Can 
Live in

Cacophony
Vie
For my
Attention

"Shock jocks"
"CNN"
"Celebrities"
Sports "personalities"
"Entertainers"

The
Pinnacle
(or abyss)
Of
Their craft
Doesn't
Define
My
Destiny

Voices
Decrying
The "Patriarchy"
Clambouring
In line
At
The mall
For
The 
Next word
From
The 
"Best-selling" 
Poet

Stratified
Dogma
Echoing
Through
Boardrooms
Passed
Into
Law
Genocide
Marked
By
Bank 
"Holidays"

Financial
Political
Religious
Social
Hiearchy
Built
Upon
A foundation
Of
The 
Bleached bones
And
Restless Spirits
Of
Indigenous populations
Slaughtered
Through 
"Ethnic cleansing"


"First"
World
"Success"
A
Unconscious
Competition
To 
Amass
The 
Spoils
Of
"Third"
World
Slavery
Via
The 
Twenty-first
Century's
Version
of
The
Black (Friday) plague

Playground
Bullies
"Elected"
To 
"Public"
Office

A
Citizenry
Too
Fear-laden
To
Give up
Their guns

Why?
Obsessed
With
The need
For 
Self-defence 
Against
All 
Those
Carrying guns

The
Voice
Of reason
Sanity
Seeping
Through
The din
Is
Seen
As dissension 
"Conspiracy"
Whistleblowing
Villified
Gag-orders
&
Gurus
Voices
Ringing
Out
Walk
This way
To
The Promised Land
Somebody
Is
Lying

It's 
Not for me
To say 
Who

One
Lone voice
Will
Define
The only
World
I
Can 
Live in

To 
All 
The
Rest
Turn
A
Deaf ear


R. O'Neill (November 30, 2019)






Friday 29 November 2019

Orphan's Lamentation



Where 
Were you?

Before
Could 
Even
Begin to
Articulate

Became
Acquainted
With
The
Inescapable
Agony

Your absence
Dogged
My
Every step

The 
Specter
Imprinted
Upon
My soul
Languished
For
An unquenchable
Connection


Repressed
A
Silent
Scream
Until
Felt 
Nothing
But
An
Irrepressible 
Pain
Oozing
Through
The
Abyss
Of
Self-medicating

I've
Nothing
To 
Suggest
My 
Ship
Not
Only 
Sailed

But
Is
Lying
Cleaved
On
Desolate
Shore
From
Whence
There 
Is 
No
Tomorrow

All
Relating
Over-shadowed
With
Un-fulfilled
Yesterdays

I've
Opened
The 
Vault
Torrents
Of
Grief
Slash
At 
The 
Very
Fabric
Of my
Being

You
Were
Given
The 
Grace
Of
Death's 
Release

What
Form
Will
My
Closure
Take?

When 
I'm
Still
Left
With
The
Question...

Where were you? 

R. O'Neill (November 29, 2019)

Thursday 28 November 2019

Transmuting Privilege


Lifetime
of
Dancing
With
The 
Hand 
I
Was dealt

Kept 
Me blind
To 
The privilege 
I
Had inherited

How 
Absolutely
A lens
Can be 
Obscured
Mired
In
Personal trauma

To be
Clear
These
Are not
To 
Become
The words
Of
Victim blaming

What 
Though, of this
Privilege?

More 
or
Less
Residing
Upon  
The spectrum
Of
White
Cis-gendered
Male

I'm 
Clear
I'm 
No knight
In shining armour
Full time
Undertaking
Is possible
Keeping
My ass
From the sling

However
I see
Ally/advocate
To 
Those that
Are oppressed
Systemically
&
Continually
Disadvantaged
&
Marginalized

As
More appropriate
Use
Of my
Privilege 
Rather than 
Clinging
To
Any illusory
Entitlement

The 
Marginalized
Frequently 
Go 
Unheard
Though
They
Lend voice
To
Pure gold

I need
More
Of the 
Privileged
To
Hear 
What 
They've 
Got to say

Then
Join
The increasing
Swell
Of
Voices
For
Equity 
&
Justice


R. O'Neill (November 28, 2019)

Ups & Downs



With age
Comes
Wisdom?

Which 
Is 
My 
Greater teacher?

The fall
or
The stand...

As 
The years
Mount...
I realize
The
Frequent falls
I've experienced
Came
With the grace
Of 
Another day
Within 
Which
They occurred

Can
I lay claim
To 
The force
Which
Raises me
To my feet
Again & again?

I'm 
Involved...
But
I believe
The 
Hero's welcome
Can be foregone

Wisdom
Can't assure
There won't 
Be
Another fall

It
Might be helpful 
In
Recognizing
There 
Will be
Another fall

And
It's going
To be
Okay 


R. O'Neill (November 28, 2019)




Friday 22 November 2019

Question the Answer (Ask a better Question)

I seem to have a couple of threads continuing to present - so perhaps my want to resume writing once again (for today) need look no further for a focal point.  Are they related? Maybe. Does it matter? Not to me; and I am the writer, creative director, editor and if you'd seen one of my social media posts today it would affirm, head chef and I can assure you, bottle washer.

I was privy to the suggestion not so long ago, that "the answer" is in the steps! From this foundational supposition, I would say, indeed it might answer something and the selective myopathy, might be indicative of someone that dearly hopes that is true for themselves and or is intent for now in the conclusion "this is it."

Of course to some practicing Christians, the answer could range from declaring Jesus Christ, to be your saviour, the adaptation of a number of covenants and creeds, missionary works - from that orchard - I am exploring: "loving my neighbour as myself" (the as myself as presented as a weak link), taize chanting, contemplative prayer and at times the "Lord's Prayer." Is it "the answer?" Interestingly, it does provide something at times when I haven't even necessarily articulated a question.

Now then, I attended a Zhikr a week or so ago... first time ever. I gather there are different paths. Loosely it's a Sufi practice (mystical arm of Islam) involving chanting the name of God (Allah) which I gather number 99. Certainly a lovely evening. Absolutely a path that offers a great deal more depth than I could hope to reflect on having gone once.  "The answer?" Based on my particular needs that evening. I can say it definitely met needs of connection, inclusion, love acceptance, sharing, insight - pretty good I'd say for a couple hours practice.

Now as you may recall, Bob Dylan indicated, the "answer is blowing in the wind."

Clearly, if that was all that required to answer all of life's quandaries we could all just get a kite and face the wind.
Of course I have at one time or another, had someone suggest I do just that... "ah go fly a kite!!" (a not as expletive rich way, of answering the question, of how to be rid of the problem, of me).

There are dozens and dozens of further examples of that which is considered to be the source of all the answers.

There are those that would arrive at their answers through mathematics or physics. That would not be my approach. I'm still bewildered by the prospect of trying to figure out when the train arrives in Denver, from Boston etc,

With no disrespect intended, I am reminded that with too narrow a focus, to a hammer, everything looks, like a nail.

I mentioned earlier, a want to resume writing. One might conclude if you want to write, then write! Fair play! As with many things, writing is a practice and it requires some form of discipline. I didn't use to consider either was true for me. I would just sit down and write. Perhaps that was my "free pass." There has been a considerable "dry spell." I guess I'll never no whether I could have been writing through that period of time, just that I didn't. So now I consider I was focusing on a range of variants that were in the way of my writing.

From some schools of thought it was a matter of "lack" of discipline. And as above there are a number of perspectives that could be applied to the same question.

What I know to be true for me now is certainly in order to express through my love of writing I need to show up through some consistency. Consistency could be seen as a form of discipline. I also consider that the parts of me that are integral to my writing are apt to go into "hiding" if they are subject to punitive, harsh, hyper-critical energies. So "discipline" that reflects anything of that sort is not conducive to writing occurring.

For me allowing myself to write is an act of love. The source of that writing responds to a loving welcome and invitation. I don't subscribe to such metaphors with regard to writing as, "bleeding on the page or anything of the sort." I respect those that frame their process that way. But, it is not for me. I cannot be brow-beaten or otherwise generally terrorized into "productivity.." In fact I choose not to subject myself to "producing on demand." There are enough influences of a patriarchal, hyper-industrialized capitalistic world out there - I aim to reduce (optimally eliminate) showing up as the tyrant of my own soul.

I acknowledge that for some, the "boot-camp" approach will yield for them their desired outcome. I also acknowledge, that I feel I'm moving toward the development of what I called recently: compassionate consistency. I can see where consistently showing up, in some areas of my life, is a growing edge - to do so, would potentially bring me, more of the results that are pleasing to me. To allow this, would be perhaps every bit as compassionate and self-loving; as ensuring that I don't drive myself to hard, succumb to perfectionist expectations, and self-admonishment.

It has been said, that the answer is inherently held, within the question.

I believe due consideration and respect must be given to, what is the question and who is asking it.


R. O'Neill (November 22, 2019)

Wednesday 20 November 2019

It's (He)LL in here........



While staring 
At my reflection
Devoid
Of Narcisstic concern
Though
Not lacking
In awareness
Of your assumptions

I wonder
At what place
And
At what time
Did 
So many stories
Become
Solidified
Activated
By only 
A glimpse
After which
I'm 
Left to anguish
Exiled 
In the prison
Of your
Projection

It begins
With gender

But should it?

Appear 
As some representation
Of male......

I'm still unfolding
Subtilties 
&
Mystery
In 
This 
Regard

You're
So "sure"
You've built
A box

Are you interested
In 
What I'm 
Considering
About
My "gender" assignment?

If not, why not?

Shaved head, piercing, tattoos

"He" must be:

A felon
A white-supremacist
 A terrorist
A "biker"

"Quick notify the neighbourhood watch 
Phone network"

I do 
Ride a motorcycle
Even a "Harley"

The shop
Sells a myriad 
Of
Sew on patches
One 
Says: $15,000.00
&
A leather jacket
DOESN'T
Make you
A "biker"

The bikers say
I don't belong
I wasn't 
Striving
For this
Identification

I love 
To ride
My leather 
Is black
Frankly -
I'd prefer
A different colour
If 
I had 
The option

It's designed
To give 
Some hope
Of skin 
Remaining intact
Should one
Find themselves
Sliding along
The roadway
I'd
Love some
Flair 
But I'll take
The protection

Look at "him"
"He" started patriarchy ya know!!
Yup, violence & war
"He'll be there
For Godess sake
There's "He"
In "Hell"
If
No war or violence
Pre-existed
"He'll start it
Oppression, famine, pestilence, slavery
Him, him..... him & him

Did I tell you
In my heart
Yearn for 
Peace

Oh, "he's a coward
- Unpatriotic
- A communist
-Bleeding heart
"Not really,
A man at all!!"
"He has no ambition"
"Spineless"

Ah, didn't I say....

Oh right
You don't care..

Why 
Is your definition
More
Valid than mine?
Even 
When you happen
To identify
Other than male?

If 
I proclaim
Banner "Male"
What
A load 
Of baggage
I'm assumed
To own
or
Be willing 
To carry

Tell ya what..
If
I'm going to carry it
I
Will decide
What is in it!!

I wonder
Has it 
Ever been considered
The "cost"
To 
Heart & soul
To live
Ideals such as:
Business tycoon
War "hero"
Sports legend
Entertainment Superstar

Or
The devastation
Realized
At not 
Attaining 
Any of them?

In
Many cases
One 
Is fucked
Either way.

A
Wave of relief
I was informed
Of
A washroom "code"
At the start
Of my 
Restaurant visit
Post meal
I still remembered
The code
Without having
To ask again!!

In the restroom
Along with
One additional
Patron
Whom was successful
At activating
The automatic
Towel dispenser

Mine 
Mocked
My very existence
Paper towels
DENIED!!!

Aren't 
Such mechanical
Prowess
Imprinted
On my DNA?

Exit first
Patron number one
Not without
My face saving
Theatrics

Got towels
From the 
"Other" machine

Waving at 
The first machine
On the way out
It dispensed me
A towel

This 
Really isn't
My circus
I'm not 
The boss 
Of it.....

In my
Younger life
I've been
Scorned 
and/or
Humiliated
For walking in
The "wrong" bathroom

Now the bathrooms
Are "gender neutral"
WTF??
How am I
To cope
With that?


R. O'Neill (November 20, 2019)