Muscle Poems

Things got fucked the shit up. But I feel like for the first time I have control.  My hair, I perceive,  is even growing back fuller.  The “Flight of the Valkyries,” which my mother had me listen to as a child, reappeared on my Amazon phone Playlist and has even come to bite her back karmically through my recent actions and decision-making to essentially take back this control.  And we have terrorists outside who make even less sense to me,  which I feel I have a grapple of because of my previous experiences with nonsense.  Evil is no more justification for people,  just educational to me and my people.

This moment in the world’s peacemaking,  here now,  is all I need.

Tons of projects are not done but loved. No idea how my conscious mind can get around to them with the number they are,  colliding with the ongoing proliferation of problems that come with human interferences. 

But happy interruptions are welcome.  Always welcome.

I cannot control myself sometimes in my openness to conflicts and problems to be solved; I automatically greet them and commit to them. But inside I weep for reprieve and some silky smooth soothing way of touch to hold onto.  I want relief for humanity.  My own humanity,  I realize,  because everybody hides something of their own griefs, and I love them for that. Even though these people are angry at times by the way they deal with them.

We are called the “Necessarians” by the Divine.  We are keeping its order while you are sleeping.  Madness and crazy making is not in the vocabulary or mindset of the Necessarians.  We take care of the necessities and maddening caused by people who wouldn’t understand.  Beyond beliefs, and being struck by how much they need to change throughout the course of one’s life,  the Necessarians are ahead of you,  making your little life a little more comfortable, without you knowing how. 

In order to help humanity,  I’ve had to do some controversial necessary things that I hope you will understand one day.  I used to be a pacifist until terroristic violence came to my doorstep,  so now I can say I am a Necessarian and always have been a humanitarian.