Moving towards the Humid

It is the ache of rebirth, learning what I feel I should remember or

Know from prior experience intimidating me in the raw of change

I was dead in the rural enclave, no need of water or sun, choice or volition

None of it mattered; this made perpetuity facile. 

Yet now, I am moving back to the realm of the living

I am sensing pain again at the startling arid wind to cheeks and the bastard slap of hope

Ever so aware I have no parental cushion; death here is true death

The removal of a life I wish to carry out 

Tendrils will be truncated in any such peril the tears of aspiration flood

Far more devious than the desert of resigned apathy

Which Side are You On?

Today, 3/26/13, ration goes on trial in the Supreme Court.  On one end we have our interconnection, all people equal under the law.  There is no greater principle to our society.  Not limited to our American nation, but our global community.   

Marriage is certainly no mandatory device for procreation, love, or pair bonding.  We have ritualized the contractual nature of pair bonding into a device which attempts to cement a foothold on stability which is advantageous on some root to ward off the chaotic side effects of bastard children, arguments over wanton trysts, and ultimately the inheritance of wealth.    

The lines of how one divides the lots of kings and queens is so much more civil when bastards can be syphoned from the “legitimate.”  For in the case of treasured gold we have evolved marriage into a mechanism of tax deductions, who is privy to bedside conversations in beeping hospital rooms, custody and support over minors, alimony, rights to domiciles, property segregations.  The process of divorce illuminates the consequence of marriage far more than any wedding day.  The plea of any family-court-room parent or x’d-out spouse knows the reasons to have a right to marry whom we please and accept the risks.   

Opponents will argue sanctity of procreation, traditional interpretation and practice.  For the first a hysterectomy or vasectomy would make one ineligible for a wedding band.  For the second what of people round up into camps or roped up in trees.  The arguments are filled with lies linked to the grand lie; that justice or morality lives in tradition, any sacred book, or any pious elite.  Morality lives within the free will of the individual breathing not by the democracy of the majority, but the civilities of equality, kindness, empathy, love, and a recognition of our universal interconnection independent of how many find them convenient. 

Today ration goes on trial in the Supreme Court.  One side cannot even make a constitutional appeal in its own state, because its argument is inherently infected with a cross-contamination of a version of church and state.  It cannot speak these verses without losing in a court of law, despite passing some majority in the contest of public sentiment.  Without this counterbalance America passes ever so into the theocratic dominion of countries like Iran, where the secular government is but a puppet.  People begin to speak one way in public and another at the dinner table in fear of being shown an infidel to our naked emperors.  

Today the principles of Thomas Jefferson that allowed a country to form despite puritanical biases are on trial.  Ration is about to burst into song.  This will be a victory for humanity as protests rant in Paris, we each must ask in our ration, “Which side are we on?” 

The Revolution of the Obvious

I am pleased to inform you that the monotheistic reign has ended

The three-headed beast-plant has had its roots truncated from its liquid food

Ignorance is in drought, depleting like a naked army in flight

From the swirling hive-mind consideration of the paradigm-changer 

The internet is beckoning the younglings of Zion, Islam, and Christ to reconsider

The trough for the nutrients-within interacting through enzymes, organic exodus

From mountains of lightning bolt tablets, white flying horses, and rolled-away stones

An Earth before the heavens for space time with no boundaries   

One universe closes another opens and so in time, the expanse shall implode, yet

Expand again on the flip side of a gravitational point of infinite density compiled

To bend the laws of assumptions traversing three-thousand years in twenty billion

As if counts were relevant, yet materially perspective is  

Of all things pertinent to armies against Darwin, Einstein, Hubble, Hawking and Hitchens

Eloquent and stifled in the mornings of mats and yeomen’s rakes to redefine eternity

In Planck time with photons and wrapping one’s brain about massless energy teetering unstable 

To the moment before the before and we each agree there was a measure of always

A must constant outside or independent to time, for time requires counting and how can one count without a beginning, so in this egotism so many see a reflected image of ourselves

As if we, in our complex-thought unique to this planet were possibly unique to our universe  

Or dare be it the star-dust this planet and all its inhabitants represent

For everything in this universe was most likely in a universe before this universe

The matter in the accretion of particles to break up the nebula were once energy

That energy was once mass and before that energy in a perpetual exchange  

For whatever we are, we were and will be in another again, given our feeble grasp of time’s

Soliloquy speaking to us in its paradigm not humanity’s, and so to imprint a placeholder

On the design on the universe as subject to the tongue of a single species is Narcissistic damnation; here in the folds of this skin wrapping us in mental coffins  

So dare be that time has allowed the world to think alone in our rooms and we are waking

To see the pews, the mats, the temple scrolls as attempts at quandaries that have overstayed their welcome and brought so much more war than peace; division rather than interconnection

To say there is not a case to be had for we know the answer is love beyond the filler in the tomes  

What more of life is required? 

What other construction surrounding such an encapsulated tool

does any form of complex life require?  

There is a reason the Beatles resonated, there is a reason Shakespeare calls to us

There is a reason Gandhi is revered; there is a reason Mother Teresa was misguided

There is a reason Martin Luther King could set the master stroke

There is a reason Pope Benedict is in exile; and it is the difference between love and religion 

Love is independent of each form we attempt to attach and so very present within

Retain the love and shed the paltry claims of exclusivity and the world will parade into reason

Every year the measure climbs from around forty and under as of present and climbing  

We do not believe in any form of discrimination: gender, racial, religious, ethnicity, age, or sexual orientation or identity.  We do not believe in war; ‘we don’t care what you say, who’s your God, where there is oil; nothing is all right about war.’  Find another way.  We do not believe making the masses feckless to machines and then hording the profit in our manufacturing, energy, healthcare, communications, education, or public safety is advantageous to humanity.  We believe in revolution. 

We are raising our children away from your Gods in private.  We are verbalizing the questions at our dinner tables and challenging the perdition you imprint as consequence.  The ultimate blasphemy is to subject another generation to an affront to ration based on words imparted to an illiterate merchant in the seventeenth century or books written by men forty years later than a “failed-execution” about a man who may have never existed, let alone done that which embellished details catering to local Messianic prophesies entailed.   

Oh, the nerves intersected, the maddening inoculation of time, the escalation at sixty years opposed to ten, twenty, thirty; at which point does enlightenment of de-conversion become an option?  The careers of Angel Gabriel, the family tree of Abraham, the Greek God impregnating humans from Olympus and Mary in a manager; Oh the rapturous illusions to connect such storytelling to assuage what, for what, for what does the universe achieve in such tales?  

Were these translated and translated accents in languages and dotted I’s and crossed deserts to change meanings in Greco-Roman paradigms after three centuries of Christian plight to win over Caesar and what for the sovereignty of the Vatican without the line to Mussolini?  

Proteins to RNA, DNA, Higgs Bosson triggering the subatomic particles mass from zero to a universe extrapolating from the radiation from a nuclear reaction beaming at 180,000 miles per second to floating atoms breaking the boundaries on this tiny rock far enough to be unfrozen and close enough to a non-inferno, that the bar of this life was relinquished in time here, but not like a virgin birth to the universe or the universes before.  No, the bursting to microscopic, to plankton, to sea lily, to fish, to newt, to shrew, to two legs of common ancestry all relative like Einstein’s formula to time and space; location of measurement and assumptions to assert what is boundless  

At the end of which; we are a people just crying out to be loved

We want a God to love us; to assert that we are on the correct path

And yet look around at this planet how we have divided ourselves into parceled dominions,

Where is love?  Oh love, you are spinning before us overcomplicating the obvious. 

We are young; we love you; we say this not to impale your hearts or stone you by law,

But to liberate ourselves and those who will follow in the diminishing reign of ignorance

Your generation has led us to find; we love you for this even if you do not understand. 

So you see, this cannot be stopped now; the knowing is known and continues to illuminate

The corners of the universe to decouple this mandate that justice must be shackled to morality

Morality is innate to volition; immorality can go unopposed; morality can go unappreciated

There need not be eternities of consequence; love is the end of itself;  

The absence of love the punishment; the presence the reward

For this is the singularity of time resounding so that time is merely an illusion of the universe

Playing games form that which the matter of beings was, is and will be dispersed, rearranged

To ascend to the pinnacle of our state and choose; love or fear.

A samurai staring in the mirror

Stress in the eardrum like water stranded rolling in a crevice

The aqueduct has no drainage, hearing numbed to the belly of the beast

Feeds in the pit of my stomach pirating whatever nourishment is

Inserted through my mouth, stretch the tongue down my gullet

Here it comes, the explosion of erosion, melt the acids to breakdown

The commotion into lost nourishment for sensitive details

Muscles cannot grow when the monster gnaws on every bone

Sink down an answer and the creature metastasizes the marrow to cancer  

No transfusions, no delusions of letting go the awful constitution

Bill of demands, Faustian bargain in a foreign land

Pay the piper dwelling within, only way out is to kill me to kill him 

Chemotherapy paid for with a life-savings  

Devour the bills with the rainbow pills;

Charge-master says it is thirty-thousand in sliver to jump off the window sill

Unplug the doctrine, re-inform the chaplain, this is it, there is no more

No coming back, no going forward  

Falling in the heat of wet bed sheets,

Sweat wrecks in the pounding on an empty chest 

Enzymes craving the outsides, flesh gone corrupt to break the nut

Take me far, far away; throw this heart in the chest of another  

Donate the love and destroy the brain, spoils of civil war

Forgotten names, the self is not a self with a brutality cold

Too distant to remember to argue, bodies die and lives continue

Talk in circles and slide to mute; the warrior caged inside seppuku  

See the slit and smell the blood, the room can hear the sounds

Of a cancer’s bell rung, knock out round, the sum of nothingness

Particles rearranged; universal time, this was not the first game

No matter the sentiment the history is greater than any singularity

A love poem for spring time

Love, I wanted to write you a poem
Maybe it was a song I heard, a wish I wish was not true

Resting on the border of a window pane,

Clear as this avenue of anarchy in an afternoon sun  

Unset, chaotic as a gaseous dying orb of time a story balled

To smile the lines of weight misting out the tragic days

Nesting here intimate as an empty pillow held and mourned

Tomorrows buried with the shattered glass reflected now all that’s past  

Remembering the identity of pains renewed, to try again and feel it true

The walking life of movement’s course, to say goodbye to the expected north

Of all that is will always be, the permanence of coffin streets

Laid to rest in honeycombs sweet as a permaculture exodus of homes  

The bees they fly here today, the pesticides of love and all at once

The cloud departs and one never can be prepared for a chamber taken from a heart

The function, the beat it reverberates at a compensated symphony

To all that pass, to running from the wings of every abdomen, a stinger  

Every passage in the sun, a lie to ray in the only one

Was explained in a gospel of the name of a woman who lived a life

Before the stars clawing out the night, a tapestry of Messianic time

People that never existed living lives that never were  

Fitting the blueprints of expectancy’s curves, like tectonic plates of hopeless

Arabians and Judaic smiles the savior comes and Romans compile

The truth in courts and judge’s scales and I cry to you love

Tell me who you are, not this farce of tastes, but the body from the star  

Dust of other galaxies disbursed, you and me, we are the same here of this Earth

I am calling like a rock to the sun, alive as any hardened or softened granted perspective

That I am hopeful of the time to see the sum  

Of these days in metamorphic wait pay out in the caress of lips to kiss

This stony face is breathing out his nothingness, the blank façade of hopelessness

I give it all away to write a single love poem, indulgence of a poet’s plight

Lying here ashore in the tides of March

Why People Invent sky-Gods

We want to believe someone notices that we are doing a “good” job with our existence.  That someone is on our side, always accepting, loving, wanting our effort, an imprinted parent in the beyond.  We want someone to desire our best, to listen.  This is the core of our basis thrust from our minds away from the silence of self-reliant solitude into the companionship of a friend without any duty to perform, but is ordained with foresight, intuition, competence, wisdom, strength and every splendid quality of worth we wish to embody, but are too weak, confused, ignorant or flawed to expect of or cultivate in or through ourselves.

Our hunger for justice is fed in rationalizing that our species’ “proper” behavior is pertinent over “unlawful” behavior when an omnipresent arbiter is aware of all actions by all people.  This appetite of ecumenical equilibrium leads to waves of chants of “everything happens for a reason” attributed to a greater purpose beyond causation or correlation.  

This distances the work and perceived toil of self-actualization into a task above our capability.  We are reduced to subservient feeble worship to a form of sky-God.  In turn we are relinquished from the rational labor of investigating ourselves.  We are made shiftless and labor-less.  We become children in such indulgences that we deem holy mandates.   

Monotheistic dogmas seek war to uphold such pillars of absolutism and beckon the peaceful to imbibe ritualization to imprison free-will inside itself.  Volition handcuffs itself in the rear of squad cars barred in hierarchical dungeons of parents begetting children tattooing a legacy of predetermination mocking the abolition of ignorance at each peek of the Hubble telescope or alternative translation of tome. 

We peer out rather than in.  We teach ourselves to stare away from the obvious for the illogical mysteries of faiths with salvation-lotteries of treasure commensurate with our rational self-actualization forfeited to participate.  

We cease asking questions after being placated with an answerless answer.  In turn we speak for our sky-God.  We sense.  We feel.  We interpret what we swear is truth so that we never have to syphon fact and fiction naked in a public square.  This is done for us by our sky-God.   

Knowing is so much easier, peaceful, and complacent; it keeps the fear of nudity away.  We can all be emperors robed in our pre-scripted notion of justice, morality and virtue rather than any we had to uncover and take ownership of innate to ourselves.   

The sky-God appears to keep our species from returning to wild-animals, when the paradoxical reality is apparent to the inverse at every corner of the globe.  That which we are told is blasphemous is our inherent morality demanding the empowerment of the crucible of our existence, (free-will).   

Volition usurps the responsibility of any sky-God.  In free-will we become adults of another sort, one so much of the Earth wishes to ignore and be as children manifesting differences where there are not differences so that we can apply false logics, reasons and attribute justice to tides bound by the gravity of perdition. 

Regarding Jindal’s Louisiana sales tax plan: a wonky rant

Texas has land and with it Ad Valorem taxes that come from the ever expanding network of cookie-cutter Puelte-3000 sq ft on tiny lot neighborhoods that make cities like Dallas and Houston a combo of property tax and sales tax wonderlands.  The idea that corporations move towards states without state income taxes when all things being equal is true; it is a valid argument on a state-to state competitive level.  It is however, not the only variable.   Louisiana’s level of poverty is not comparable to Texas’ cheap immigrant labor force as a degree of social benefits and aid. 

The state voucher plan for education that Jindal champions is systematically incongruent with a high ad valorem tax system, because people are not going to pay to move to a neighborhood for a school system when district membership is irrelevant.  People do that in Texas, where zip code determines district and so they pay the taxes to get in and then bitch like hell when their state legislature redistributes funds around districts.  This is another reason Jindal has to go sales tax.

What Jindal is doing is setting the stage from his exit from the governor’s mansion and his 2016 presidential run.  He has an ubber-red state legislature and a state constitution that gives the governor far more power than most state’s.  Jindal cannot go with the level of property taxes, so he is defaulting to sales taxes, which will only lead to a greater gap for so many of the working poor. 

Basically his ideology assumes the added companies that will “flock” to Louisiana will generate added tax revenues to make this policy revenue neutral.  When in reality the thousands of Louisianians who pay no or little state income tax and are on some form of public aid, will be funneling more of their working-class money to taxes they did not previously owe and the people who make more may pay the same, but will probably pay less.  It is systemic of the consolidation of wealth issue in the United States.  The money kept by the higher earners will not be re-spent or re-circulated at the rates the ‘less-taxed’ lower earners do now in the absence of the additional sales taxes. 

The reality is when people’s budgets are stretched to the brink and you tax the food they buy, their transportation, utility bills, clothes, health care and daily needs, the gap in this country that decreases consumer spending will only expand.  What really should enlighten Louisiana citizens is what the Jefferson, Orleans or Bossier City total sales taxes would be when you combine the sales taxes from the state, the city, the parish, the road districts and so forth.   This could spiral from 9 to 15 percent with this plan. 

Plus the internet issue is enormous.  You would have to go through so much legal shit to get anything we buy on Amazon or ebay or Wal Mart.com to get taxed at Louisiana state rates.  Sure a Louisiana business with an internet sale to a Louisiana point of destination that gets taxed now, because the laws make it required.  The mythical tax nexus of interstate commerce that is a federal taxing jurisdiction is why when you check out at Amazon, there is no tax.  Should sales taxes be charged at Amazon, hell yes.  It is a giant tax loop hole that every citizen of the United States with half-an-ounce of sense is exploiting for seven to ten percent off and every local brick and mortar store takes it on the chin. 

If this plan goes into effect, in a state like ours, without what would require federal level tax legislation by Congress on Internet retailers, and possibly a supreme court decision or constitutional amendment regarding a state's power to tax interstate commerce, I will buy even more of my stuff online and I doubt I will be in the minority.  Try to keep things revenue ‘neutral’ then.

The irony as a CPA and a bit of fiscal wonk in looking at this, albeit from a distance, is that the major successes of the film industry, solar energy, chemical and the biotech industry coming towards Louisiana in recent years has to do with primarily state income tax incentives.  It would seem if you eliminate the state-income tax all together you are punching the progress in those niches in the womb.  Why the hell would you do that Piyush Jindal? 

For what, to set up some magical story to tell on your campaign trail?  Yeah, you are an arrogant smarty-pants who is going to look like a dumb ass when Louisiana’s deficit increases, you’re out of office campaigning on the success of Louisiana which is getting better in your Republican party campaign bubble, but Louisiana is not Florida or Texas.  We are an old state with tons of rural poverty, a jewel in New Orleans full or artists, and are saved by our economic access to water, which includes ironically the economic federal stimulus from hurricanes and oil spills occurring during a national recession.

Even without state income taxes, the oil and gas headquarters that moved to Houston are not coming back to New Orleans.  Maybe if we tried that in the seventies, it might have worked, but Louisiana is a different place now.  We move at a different speed and that is an asset not a liability.

Jindal, just go, just go.  You got changed in a political cult.  I use to support you.  You are better than some of the dumbasses we have had in Baton Rouge.  At least you are not Rick Perry or Edwin Edwards.  In all irony if you wanted to get elected president, you should know first your racist party will never nominate you and even if you were white, you come across as an intellicutual which is a death sentence on that end of the aisle.  Second you should focus on digital advances to make the voucher education system work.  Instead you side with the religious issue, because again, you are so concerned that someone in your base will get confused and think you are not a Christian.  The reality that a Louisiana student can go to school online if that is what fits his or her family best is great.

The solar industry and film industry wins are awesome.  Louisiana is building a threshold in industries that will sustain and otherwise would not even consider coming here.  This sales tax crap is ideologically flawed.  The targeted state income tax incentives, those work.  Do that.  Get the businesses here in biotech along Canal Street by the new hospital.  Get the chemical plants that can use our waterways and access to the gulf.  Don’t try to be everything.  We have to suck at some stuff to be great at certain specific objectives. 

I don’t expect a Republican governor to tackle poverty or be socially adroit to understand issues that are really federal issues, because they are issues with drug laws, the lack of single payer health care, and top federal income tax rates as a mutual assurance amongst all 50 states.  A state governor can not do much on that, but these targeted industries a Republican state governor should be able to focus on that.  You were not totally screwing that up, even if it was by accident. 

But you can’t neuter the health care system in this state; you can’t ignore the crazy creationism some private schools want to teach our kids and allow them to take vouchers and call it science.  You can't campaign for Rick Perry and Mitt Romney and watch America reject them, go back call them stupid and offer up a new form of stupidity.

You want to know how to save the Republican party: push marijuana decriminalization as a national issue and push the conversion of all government retirement to defined contribution and end defined benefit.  Ignore abortion, that fight is over.  Support human rights and gay marriage and rights because your party sounds like a bunch of klansmen to anyone under forty when you say that crap.

The first two are economic issues that your base would love if you had not addicted them to the non-empirically sound delusions of Fox News.  The second two are huge points of alienation on non-issues that your party insists on making issues, because the majority of Americans and trending of Americans are not going back to more repression, to less freedom. 

Carl Rove wondered how all the young people that came out for Obama’s first election didn’t just stay home dispassionately ambivalent for his second, but in fact came out in greater numbers.  How could that happen?  The reason is that people are connected to each other across this nation through the internet better than ever and the microcosm of Fox News is a bubble that does not reflect reality.  The sharing of information will only expand.  When politicians fail to see the economic interaction of policy in the lives of those people, those policies will be rejected. 

Obama has a long way to go, his drone strikes, his inability to form a consensus renewable energy plan, his inability to point out the short comings of the Affordable Health Care Act and explain to the American people what Single Payer Health Care really is, his increased crack down on drugs and its effect on prison-America, the lack of focus on the Progressive Caucus’ budget plan: oh the list goes on.  However, if Jindal thinks this master-plan of eliminating state income taxes in Louisiana with what the people of Louisiana are dealing with, with our reality then like Carl Rove on election night, then Piyush you really haven’t left the stupid party quite yet.