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MotherTrees and Trumpians

Don’t yuck my yum
said trumpians to MotherTree.

Practice what you gospel loving preach
said MotherEarth embracing trumpians.

Economically yum my admittedly yucky anti-ecological reach
said trumpians to MotherEarth.

Ecologically practice the economic cooperative theology
you WinWin preach
said MotherTree to trumpian WinLose practitioners
of elite incorporated greed.

UltraViolet voices
speak in prime green laser light
yellow and red and blue bright
just right spectral balance

Hope releasing faith
Life on Earth can continue
without terrifying retributive costs
to grandchild generations
through restoring ecotherapies
massaging
purifying inhumane egos
of less than divine ultra-nonviolent intent
to merge,
at last,
hope of eternal sacred Truths
with timeless secular Beauty.

Don’t compete against my cooperative yum
said impatient ultra-violet
to primal listening color.

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Heading Out

I said My son
you have your house
and sometimes food,
You have your phone
and sometimes fuel,
You have your girl
and sometimes friends
are also fools

But an uninspiring vacation
won’t work for you
without a sacred green vocation,
a prime goddess avocation
a divine nature revolution
spirit evolution
peaceful resolution
soulful restoration.

What Earth needs now
to hear from you
Is tell Her how
to hear your true.

If you can do that
then She’ll share with you
Why you can come home
in life’s eco-school
where hearts speak out loud
for laws not so cruel.

Teach us how
to cooperate,
Not compete
to masturbate
old ideas
not so great of late,
White House dreams
flame our heads. Berate
what we need
from where we wait
to plant our seeds
to harvest great
what each one sees
on our knees
saluting trees
with freedom’s breeze
to cooperate
and resonate,
not misoperate
tooirresponsibly disassociate.

Seeking now what you would find
if your dad’s ass weren’t far behind
where you would like for us to be
where I listen while you pee
out whatever comes to be
because we plant as our vocation, see
what we harvest as Earth’s most fabulous avocation,
Hot Mama green and glorious vacation

Goin’ out to green associate
what LeftBrain learned to dissociate
from RightBrain ultra-violate.

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Don’t Expect Integrity

Don’t speak of God’s redemptive healing
while practicing idolatrous competitions in fear,
and self-righteous anger,
and xenophobic hate.

Don’t expect voices for democratic integrity
from bodies raised for overpowering secular mendacity.

Don’t listen for wealthy cooperation indoors
where speakers shout in supremacy against healthy outdoor profits
and prophets.

Don’t anticipate ecological health
where no theological wealth
has gone before
to prepare love’s way.

Don’t expect us to invite your messages
without prior investment in cooperatively mediating channels.

Don’t hope for ecstatic transport
without enchanting communion.

Don’t hold faith in secular wonders
without first finding a sanctuary
caring for sacred awe.

Don’t hope for celebrating outdoor public voices
without divesting of competing inside private tyrants.

Don’t speak of love
while practicing hate
with tools of fear.

Don’t talk
where you have not yet walked.

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Earth’s Invitation

What would a muse or musician become
after singing and playing are gone?

Humor and
heart land
mind broken.

What is a dancer to be
after life’s last dance?

Unincarnate mime
and muse
without amusement,
deprived of sacramental rituals
for zero-balancing naked soul redemption.

What is a designer to become
when unable to conceive?

A blind
greyscale paint by orthodox scripted number
of technicians
required for screwing light.

What is a bicameral eye
unable to hear rhythmic soul,
or feel soullessness
a toxic mess?

What is productive soil to become
without globally consuming natural WaterSpirits
of regenerate mythic Earth?

What is a vastly creative fish
without water?

What does a dancing sojourner foot manifest
without becoming soiled soul destiny?

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Earth Baptism

It’s a dirty world,
and the longer you live,
the dirtier you get.
(Paraphrase of Stephen King, Blaze)

It’s a violent Earth,
and the longer we live,
the more automated violence we beget.

We’re a suffering EarthTribe
and the longer we live
naturally and spiritually disassociated,
the more painfully Earth degenerates.

It was a forested world
with wealthy oceans,
and the longer we potentially lived,
the more healthy reforested Earth would get.

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GreenQueen Grace

When she first energetically read about Energy
She realized she was also less emptily
aptically
entropically studying absence of NegativEnergy.

As she became a more PositivEnergy Mentor,
She noticed she was unbecoming
a NegativEnergy pathologist.

As she became known
as a community-rooted steward
facilitator
guide for locally-owned PositivEnergy resilience
She understood she was also divesting
from WinLose chaos
ZeroSum anarchy
climate pathology.

As she became internationally famous
as Queen of cooperatively-owned PositivEnergy Soul,
She became bilaterally conscious
of WinWin locally produced solar panels,
wind turbines,
surfing hydropowers
refueling Green EcoSchools
and villages,
landscaped roofs
and community gardens
inviting and producing
waterfalls of cooperatively-owned
resilient Green Grace.

Nos so much Red RightWing extractive
patriarchal DisGrace.

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Final Falling Leaves Conference

The United Nation of Trees
held their annual Falling Leaves Conference.

I was invited as a silent witness
and a loudly investigating reporter,
recorder of curious water-bearing and leaking history.
Our sacred water is now bought and sold
in mostly plastic bottles
manufactured by oil-fueled degenerators.

Our roots are robbed
of shrinking water tables,
underground rivers plundered and fracked
in vain genocide
against future EarthLife.

Our fading and shriveling leaves,
severed trunks,
raped forests,
cannot keep up with clean-air projections
for future EarthTribe health care.

Therefore,
Be it resolved
This United Integrity of Trees
shed our last leaves
to heal our soul,
longing for future healthy soil regenerations.

And so it was,
this united ballad of Trees
hosted our final Falling Leaves Conference
for a thirsty while,
hoping future AnthroSapiens
might learn to hear
this deadly fallen silence.

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