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I Feel MisGuided

It feels misguided,
yet I do not feel misled,
to aspire to fame, measured in assets
and/or in power to influence others,
capital and social benefits
possibly acquiring famous
and infamous allies
in glorious success
and
ingloriously dramatic defeat
of naked front page stories.

It feels safer
and healthier
for resiliently wealthy outcomes
to aspire to unnoticed integrity
with other win/win healthy players–
neighbors earn extra safety points.
Finally,
or even partially, realizing
it is for this we are born
and yet belong already
sacred subjects more than secular objectives,
sympathetically with,
and compassionately of,
living Earth

Both humane naturally competitive interest
and divine spiritually cooperative
multicultural investment.

 

I might have once lived
on a planet
in an actively green multiculture
of Holistic-Organic Nature/Spirits

Green spiritual ecofeminist climate activists
are at least equal to natural red-blooded egopatriarchal
monoculturing
swelling sticks,
thinking in Lose/Lose nihilistic
ecopolitics
white privileged preferring
straight male trucker dialects
more orthodox and safe
than furry dark panthers
speaking in baritone deep passions

While sinking within our/their
capital-unnaturalistic Win/Lose
old school Theory of MonoCapitalistic Patriarchal Evolution

As if Earth were created
by a fascist monotheistic patriotic nationalist
and, of course, a courageous champion
of competitive win/lose rights
to choose “later” on the Climate-Loser side,
white western male monocultural disempowerment
of dominant Trumpian vintage.

Short term capital LeftBrain losses
deferred on out
into also now even longer
long
long longing terms
with degenerative ecopolitical trends,

Like borrowing
on our children’s evaporated corporate
win/lose capital-industrial-militarization
lose/lose anthro/theo/eco/ego/bio/neuro/zero energy
future degenerative naturally spiritual
restorative justice
seeking historic win/win amends

We might once live
on a planet
with an actively green multiculture
democratically formed
of Holistic-Organic Nature/Spirits
living on
and with
cooperatively-owned
communion win/win properties
of multicultural mediation
through full-six sensory
non-violently felt communication
non-pungent
non-nasty tasting
non-aggressive touch
sound
voices, inside and/or outside,
20/20 revolutionary sight.

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She Thinks About Fame

She thinks about fear
with quick step of right foot

And thinks about why
as she swings with strong left

Why she can’t think
of a name
When he’s deep in his greed
for more fame.

Should it not be the case
famous greed has a face?
This greed for His fame
should have Her blazed name
for His infamous Self

Hidden
yet naked
green greed of Her ego-less
to be known
and renowned,
pre-nouned
and revered.

She thinks about envy
to be set apart
with slower right steps
toward most famous of all
on His left.

She worries Her right
to collectively fight
to forget her DearLord’s clearly wrong
infamous death,
A long-term event
in autonomous greed
known only in crossing
His terrorizing Left

He longs for omnipotence
She knows as lack
of changing endurance.

He belongs omnipresently right
She feels nowhere left
to polypathically go.

He wants righteous omniscience
She fears nothing left to learn

Where greed envy colonies
greet Her past sullen deeds
and furious inflamations
wrestling with fear
stepped out and in right
of fame’s polyphonic refining destinations
steeped left

Marching and arching
preening while gleaning
knitting while needing
sleeping while slurping
faming while lurking
blaming in shaming
disgusting and lusting
crusting while rusting
lacking more lucking

Infamous need
to find absence of greed
in original silent green
win/win ultra-nonviolet
Her passioning seeds
His humbling tombed greeds.

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Ego Ecstasy

I wonder
in powerful awe

If I can see
as well as hear
a timeless difference
between ill-timed ego-annihilation
and health-trained ego-fragmentation
into awed synergetic complex wonder,
chaotic eco-ecstasy.

If I can hear
as well as see
full-timed integrity
so dense
robust
resilient
I am optimally fulfilled
by cooperatively silent celebrity.

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Inconvenient Lives

Self confident
I would feel inconvenient
to be dead,

Yet relieved in freedom
from trimming toe
and finger nails
and receding hair
advancing down wrinkling neck
and softing shoulders.

Although not confident
I could grow
satisfied with fictional fame,
self-grandiosing glory,
I remain curious
how timelessly satisfying might emerge
historically famous fictions,
glories of grandly granted otherwise.

Confiding ancient secrets,
I could feel confluent
intuiting alive
resilience in freedom to survive
culture’s soft-spoken rhyming terror
flirting with authenticity
of memory’s patterned identity
and difference,
identically coincident.

Faith
masquerading hope,
Light
fading dual-dark air without
within,

True life
camouflaging trust’s pervasive love
Confident
I would feel false
to grow prematurely dead.

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