Divided..???

 Divided???

They say we are divided

but I think most would agree

We don't think being sick or poor is criminality.

We don't think social services matter less than elon's toys,

We need homes for the homeless

Hope for future girls and boys.

And if we had a party,

just some fun for joyful's sake,

We would not go dancing roughshod

over someone else's wake.

&, tho' divisions there are many

if you scroll the metaverse,

Some of us know there can be better times

and don't want to make it worse.

 Chrystine Moon Feb '22

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_aknjGQmvY

Sometimes, when I'm doing brilliant....

Sometimes, when I’m doing brilliant…..

Sometimes, when I’m doing brilliant,

Moving, changing, stirring the pot,

Well, some would say, stirring the pot too deeply,

All the grime comes off the bottom,

Scraping the barrel for negative discouragements,

And, there they are!

Burnt on and crusty,

Loosening what was once encrusted,

 The “You can’t”, “How dare you?”

“This won’t last…”   “They think you’re brilliant now, but what when they find out about…”

And , sometimes, this is enough to stop me

To dim my light and dilute my brilliant darkness,

To draw a curtain of shame over the next magnificent, or, even, just gently lovely, act I may be about to commit to, perform or even just consider….

But, lately, it really isn’t clear who’s gonna win this battle.

Will it be doubt and shame

in the traditional corner,

the defending champions?

Or will it be this plucky young newcomer,

Self-belief?

 

Chrystine Moon Feb ‘22

 

In Lieu of wise words from Sue Gray!

It isn’t just the cheese and wine 

 It isn’t just the lies. 

It’s the way our human labours 

are sold off before our eyes. 

 

 It’s the way your layers of privilege,

So wrapped around your soul,

Mean you just can’t feel the pain you cause 

When you wield power without control. 

 

It’s the way you celebrate your crimes,

The way you know you’ll never pay 

It isn’t just about a cake 

It isn’t just one day. 

 

 It’s the stealthy and insidious, 

The bold as brass charade, 

It’s the way you celebrate your wins 

At cost of others, every day. 

 

 

 

 

 C Moon Jan 2022

Beyond the plastic pumpkins, flailing bed sheet ghosts, made-in-China polyester victim costumes, skeletons, zombie masks & strings of Led-lit glittering skulls... take a moment to stop and remember those who went before us....

This is not a dash for American candy....

This is the beginning of our descent into the dark months of the year....

The shedding of leaves, the harvesting of fruits and produce... it is a stripping back to the bones of the matter... a time to notice and honour our roots.

Ancestors who went before us....

Love and labours given so that our lives could get born.... … flourish, thrive, strive... .. and lay down paths for those who come after...

we are not separate from the eco system..

we are not separate from the web of lives....

Deep in your gut, your heart, your sinews, who do you have to thank?

Who do you need to honour?..

What will you carry through the dark months? Digging deeper, preserving, strengthening, brightening with the fire that burns within...??

What do you carry...???

Whose legacies do you bring forward, into the present....

and what Dreams.. do you plant.. feed and nurture..

For, even in the darkest times, ...We tend the fire, We feed the visions, We build the bonds... and we Dream... we remember... we fan the flames of a better future... We stand for truth and justice.. We weave a soft and tenacious resilience... we sing the songs silently within... but still we sing them... We feed the fire... we share the love... &, even when despair knocks at our door, ...We say “No thank you. We've had enough of you thanks very much...& We have dreams to nurture, We have lives that matter, we have Love to empower, enrich and nourish.” We're busy, even when we're sleeping.. we're busy... We have home-made courage and a longer history than you think we remember..

We are the weavers of a better future... & We refuse to give in......

Chrystine Moon October 2020

All the Unwritten Love Songs

All the Unwritten Love Songs.

This is the lesbian Love song currently not being sung, out loud, in Uganda;
The performance of Hamlet, as yet ungiven, by a Nigerian woman with motor neurone disease.
These are the Poems of fragile tenacity, unwritten, by those trapped in sex trafficking or, after 12 hour shifts in the care industry, simply too tired to pick up the pen.
This is the Opera of the unpaid carers;
The Spat Bars of Angry desperation sanctioned into silence by a state neither well nor fair.
These are the ghostly 3am Monologues, unwhispered, by those who did not survive.
This is the prime-time panel show by, for and about neuro-atypical feminists.
This is the BAFTA for the women who, rejecting the casting couch, did not get the part.

Can you hear the Standing Ovation?
Can you hear the Thunderous Applause?
Can you feel the power as, those who can, get to their Feet and Salute you?
Can you feel the Deeper love of those who cannot, but would if they could?
Can you Taste the tears, shed or unshed, for all the Love, Loss and Tenacity it takes for some of us to simply survive the day?

Tracy said it sounds like  a whisper,
Sometimes the sound of turning wheels,
It is a faltering cry on the high notes, a wild beam of undefeated light.

this is a Love song.
This is your  unwritten love Song

It resides in the deepest places
....waiting for you to push.




Chrystine Moon may 2019

SURVIVOR STRENGTHS

DISCLAIMER: THESE METHODS ARE NOT APPROVED MENTAL HEALTH FIRST AID INTERVENTIONS. THEY MAY VERY WELL BE THE RANTINGS OF A MAD WOMAN; THEY SHOULD NOT BE EMPLOYED If ANY GENTLER AND KINDER METHODS ARE EVEN REMOTELY AVAILABLE;

BUT, STILL,

There is SOMETHING I must tell YOU about SURVIVOR STRENGTHS.

Because, sometimes, when the kind friend is unavailable, when the emergency services do not arrive, when the waiting list in interminable, or, when the help that is offered is so woefully inadequate it leaves you feeling worse; When your hands cannot grip any longer and the safety net is on fire, you may need to know that there is something else....

I would like to say you can rely on this. You cannot. This terrain is dangerous and not all of us survive, but SOME of us DO. And , within our scars, there is power. It is the power that walks through FIRE, that, if it has to, swims through mud. Some of us know what it is to fashion a life raft from our own desperation, to FALL and find power in the unfurling ferocity of our wings. Don't think I'm saying this is pretty. It is not. DO know that I know what I speak of and, in the deep beat of the human heart, I offer you the access code to an indestructible source of Love.

So, should you find yourself on the precipice betwixt despair and desperation; Should CBT seem stupid or the Community Mental Health team take too long; take these wild jewels from my hands, place them into your ripped and ragged, yet, still beating heart, and, simply, refuse to die.

Refuse to die because we are not the ones who should be leaving.

And, tho you do not believe it, you have not yet used up your allocation of joy.

REPEAT: DISCLAIMER: THESE METHODS ARE NOT APPROVED MENTAL HEALTH FIRST AID INTERVENTIONS. THEY MAY WELL BE THE RANTINGS OF A MAD WOMAN; THEY SHOULD NOT BE EMPLOYED If ANY GENTLER AND KINDER METHODS ARE EVEN REMOTELY AVAILABLE;

BUT, STILL,

There are things deeper, and higher and wilder than the worst that life can show us..... & I believe in YOU........ and now you know. 

 

Chrystine Moon Jan 2019

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