Jon Pear (a.k.a. NeuroAster)

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We’ve had better weekends

In Uncategorized on June 30, 2008 at 5:00 pm

I am gay, and my spouse’s parents are homophobic

Genealogy’s ties are ruthlessly strict and toxic

How the bullying tears and screams of my spouse’s parents

Make our landlord appear as tame as our fellow tenants

We, the sick human species, prey upon our own

Then, we chit-chat about our “righteousness” and “sin”

Go believe that the world is changing, as if by magic

I am gay, and my spouse’s parents are homophobic

Another visit with Grandma Dolly

In Uncategorized on June 23, 2008 at 5:52 pm

Grandmother laughed when I asked if she ever feels like she’s in a science-fiction story

“Ringtones” of portable-telephones, out-of-context, foreign, abrupt, confusing, scary

Modern-technology changes at bullet-speed; you blink, and you’re out-of-touch and clueless

Clueless, forgotten, and dizzy, unless you’re always making the latest trendy purchase

Grandmother laughed, shrugged, and said: “I guess. Oh well.”

Grandmother smiled cool, and let the world prevail

Now, she’s retired and serene, in a realm of screens with alphanumeric-data-frenzy

Grandmother laughed when I asked if she ever feels like she’s in a science-fiction story

Namaste

In alpha on June 17, 2008 at 12:02 pm

Tumbleweeds and roses love and accept random, wild, real life

Intimate surrender, yes to the wind, peace without hurt grief

Solitude can kiss the truth of your pure self with soft, still calm

Tension can be soothed away in your deep core with life’s first balm

Take time; give it time; these are the days of meritocracy

Rushed stress makes it much harder to find the soul’s tranquility

Brute arms lock you snug; fingers and palms caress with tenderness

Feel safe; close your eyes; blissfully sigh; enjoy the universe

Someone does care if you freeze, melt, or boil

Someone does care if you sink, rise, or fall

Someone does care if you sleep, live, or die

Someone does care how you are every day

Your mission, should you choose to accept it:

Make peace with interpersonal conflict

Make peace with Proud Humanity’s nature

Make peace with each adventurous danger

Reach stars without bowing down to the enemies of friends

Touch hearts without bowing down to authorities and crowns

These days, when strict meritocracy’s deadlines are precise

These days can kill souls with schedules and failures to rejoice

Notice how bubbles and feathers can spread out across fun air

That is how we, as humans, can soar, freed from each clock’s glare

Lilies of the field can silently clear any mind’s thick strife

Tumbleweeds and roses love and accept random, wild, real life

Roses and violets lynch the moon

In schmategory on June 3, 2008 at 9:18 am

Radioactive, toxic, volatile, flammable, explosive

Powerful witchcraft lurks around us, potentially destructive

Just when you thought the world was safe for a casual existence

Seeds of apocalyptic nightmares contaminate the surface

How do you blossom when the whole globe is hand-made, plan-based?

Live a synthetically contrived life on slick, pale, dead land

Locked in containment-fields where tensions and grudges are abrasive

Radioactive, toxic, volatile, flammable, explosive