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Metamorphosis

Innocence of new birth
Such a sacred thing.
I could not recall its distant unreborn pleasures.

Too worn away
A mundane day after relentless
smoothed-over passive day.
I can only take my fading remainder measures.

Between innocence and torn elder
A midway ride tripping through sacred sighs
and secular screams.
I would seize such natural spirited treasures.

Complexity of integrity
Such a mundane past birth
yet sacred future rebirth.
I have not yet reached for daring resonant fissures.

Innocence of reborn birth
this grey stormed winter reassures.

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Amend the Second Amendment

I propose amending
the U.S. Second Amendment.

The right to own and transport and fire arms
shall be constrained
to include only those who demonstrate sufficient mental health
to have no desire to own and transport and fire ballistic arms,
because they are bad for Earth’s environment,
and not so great for assured mutual health and safety.

Hunters
with sufficient mental health
prefer bows and arrows
and fishing poles,
and possibly javelins,
or maybe even boomerangs.

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The Gardener and the GunShop Owner

Degenerative issues for the gunshop owner
are also regenerative opportunities from the gardener.

Lack of civil civics lessons slacked
for small persons made of evil
is also opportunity to learn love’s live,
is evil respelled backward.

Please stand as you are able
to sing along in your best country western anthemed voice
for more love songs and less unchallenged microphones
feeding fears and angers that some people,
quite country simply,
just perversely choose to become psychopaths
and violently mentally ill,
and thereby wicked evil.

I heard him on the radio
the gun shop owner said
You can’t undo this evil.
Some folks will always think
you and yours would be better off dead.

I heard the gardener
when she said
It must be different where you’re from.
We are taught to feed to deeply live
and stop watering the weeds.

If your kid were at a concert
which would you rather hear?
The gun shop owner’s hopeless evil
so feed us more ballistics faster
or the gardener’s hope to live
through composting root systems
to dig in richer,
warmer schools and families,
nations and estates,
corporations and incarnations
with better healthing vital ballast?

What might we do yet together
if those first two years of school
our teachers taught Make Love Not War
just like the Golden Rule?

I wonder if we’d still require
two years defacing
and refacing
and effacing anger management
through better ballistic bureau owners
recruiting basic training for military violence industrialization
if we simply fed more let love live
to younger generations
so less water for those growling evil weeds.

You can’t talk with a mike to a man
with a shotgun business in both hands
but you can sing and dance
with a WinWin boy
before he’s been watered to want
to fire a gun,
just for self-bruising kicks.

Now our minds might be as one
love for sacred Mother Earth
with our Golden Ruling Sun’s
who don’t make no evil bankrupt children.

Somebody,
please,
turn the gunshop owners microphone off.
Turn off the electricity,
and their/our flooding waters
of overwhelming volume
for mutually accepted hate
and fear
without so much as calculating anger,
not so better managed
with ballistics
should you learn this golden gymnast rule ballastics
of Earth’s yummy rich fed gardeners.

What might we do yet together
if those first two years of school
our teachers taught Make Love Not War
just like MultiCulturing Golden Rules?

Which one is pathological propoganda
and which is nutritional health enculturation?

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Slice and Dicey EcoFeminists

We could invite many ways
to slice and dice the prism
EcoFeminist.

I first ran into this label
when spoken by a sexual advocate
in the early 70s
at the University of Michigan,
from the mouth of a transgendering ecofeminist
who felt more matriotic about land and people and plants
than patriotic about a nation and state
whose laws,
and the paternalistic parents of those laws,
declare s/he had no right to exist,
certainly not propogate.
No right to love
whom s/he loved
in her proud
and loyal
and honorable
and grateful ecofeminist way.

I can more dimly hear ecofeminist
as an ecologist
who happens to also be a feminist,
but this lacks sufficient resonance and resolution for me.

I can hear ecofeminist
as feminist
who also happens to know about her/his natural environment
and yet this planet inspires feelings of fertile interdependence
as healthy
and would better expire laws of nature
devoid of wealthy co-relationship,
wherein human nature
stands godlike patriarchal and supremely above
our agribusinesses of generic commodified nature
to declare humane wealth
measured only by this quarter’s productivity
intended to leave all fields and forests and oceans barren
before moving on
to our next hostile ecopolitical takeover.

To me,
fully articulating my ecofeminist heart and mind
cannot separate this scientist of Earth’s biosystems
from our fertile-loving nurturance of health,
our most abundant echoing and regenerating cross-trained selves.

EcoFeminists
fade and fail when personal health outcomes
are depoliticized from national and international lands and oceans,
as well as removed from local and bioregional wealth production,
without co-balancing healthy educational consumption.

Feminist ecologists
abundantly cooperatize, optimize,
when personal health ownership reflects our land and water,
fire and wind wealth of ecosystemic
economic
co-investing balance.

EcoFeminists
are radical cooperativists,
singers and dancers and self-entertainers,
planters as harvesters,
birthers before butcherers,
listeners before performers,
speakers
doers
seekers
learners and educators,
parents and mentors,
because this is who we were all born to become
to-gathering ecofeminists.

Our schools,
from preK through post-doctorate,
technical conservation through liberal arts and entertainment,
real estate through real organic wealth,
would each and all do a better job together
of nurturing and growing
and provisioning and providing ecofeminist leaders
if educational curricula
were more permaculturally designed
with ecofeminist divas in the rooms
and in the fields,
and on the seas and rivers,
and not so over infested with unnatural lawyers
who believe our vocations
are to settle for Win some secular health
by losing some sacred wealth,
to teach us why we must not healthy do
as we would most wealthily,
holistically,
cooperatively,
sacredly prefer.

I want to think and feel as a grateful ecofeminist of grace
at school
and church
and mosque
and voting booth
for whom health and wealth
smell and feel and talk together
like Yin reweaving Yang
in co-ecofeminist solidarity,
deep learning regenerations
of (0)Sum
WinWin producing YangSpace
as also consuming Yin PrismedTime.
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Neither ecofeminist educators
nor prisms
could wisely argue
about which lens is most correctly primal
or (0)-prime best.

Healthiest is cooperatively wealthiest
with us all holonic,
Yang sending as Yin receiving
simultaneously WinWin.

Which is the Greatest God of All?
disputes do not emerge from prisms,
rather prisons and schools
and bad faith communities
and fake news communications
of retributive WinLose monopolies
devolving toward LoseLose anti-systemic theories
and nihilistic hypotheses
filling in
until our return to restorative mercies and joys
conjoining EcoFeminist Gaian Principles and Procedures
toward more polyculturing prismatic outcomes
of deep
and rich
and wide nutrition,
health optimizing wealth,
planting seeds of wisdom as we have always eco-harvested.

 

 

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Advocating Patriotism for Earthlings

It is not patriotic
to desecrate a flag
or even denigrate a nationalistic anthem
celebrating a war-torn patriotic flag.

Yet is it even anti-patriotic
to refuse to bow to it,
the flag, that is,
to not stand with supremacist intentions
while singing about it
to each other?
And usually rather badly
I might snobbishly add.

And the lyrics?
Well they do not favorably compare
to T.S. Elliot,
especially the one about
how we might sometimes consider
taking the history bending road less traveled.

Pretentious played out WinLose roads
all leading both to and from Rome,
monoculturally agreeing we share a just war right
to train our children
how best to resolve our territorial threats of violence
is further threat of militarizing
and policing
and militia ethno-supremacist violence
against basic civil humane decency
to at least pretend to flirt for an invitation to visit first.

It matters not to me
if overpaid and celebrated athletes
stand or bow
or simply stay comfortably seated
on their well-developed asses
during nationalistic commemorations
that feel to them
as if they are sadly sung as Other;
this is not a patriotic history that has
over-invested in pretending All Hues and Textures Matter
and are equally invited to co-reside,
not even much of a childhood visit
to consider significant investment
in singing praise futures
for civil war-torn flags
flown most flagrantly
at sexist
and racist
and ballistics for better business associations–
which all feels quite anti-democratic
and anti-most of North American voting populations
and anti-most trees and forests,
our nonvoting yet shared-climate populations.

But, hey,
who’s counting patriotically correct positions,
right?

To stand
to bow
to remain seated as self-restraint
against fake historic news
during entire mindless operas
and WinLose ball game operations
celebrating MightMakesRight
means patriotic
right or rather more weakly and humbling wrong.

I do care what
is RightWing undervalued
as the very EarthBound Climate HealthyHeart
of Patriotism,
because what is pathological for planet Earth
cannot be so much sacredly patriotic
for any American nation,
North or South
or that hot creolizing latino/a strip
in-between,
or for any tribe
or species
or branch of nature,
including humane nature-spirits,
body-minds of and for nondual patriotic-matriotic
polypathic maturation,
cooperative regenerativity,
health trends patriotically reconnected
with ecological wealth trends,
to include those nonvoting trees and forests
in our ecopolitical party plans
and full-color invitations to please participate.

If the NFL has earned
a patriotic boycott,
for me this is about
investing in more democratically inclusive
cooperative
nutritious WinWin health-wealth games
and co-ownership exploits
but with more commitment
than mere flirtations
around the edges of Earth flagging worship
and waving trends.

EarthMatriotic patriotism not all about
who stands
who sits
who bows and scrapes
who farts
who crosses hearts
and hopes to die
during any seemingly endless nation’s anthems
and self-congratulatory flag-waving,
as entertaining as this may be
for the younger kids
who didn’t forget their sunscreen.

Even they might prefer cooperative circles
for Hokey Pokey Anthems
full-voiced song
and active healthy dance
more patriotically AllAmerican together.

 

 

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Death Sentences

Death leaves a sacred hole
where once lived a whole relationship
with both potential future
and a now more cherished past

Still seen
and heard
and smelled,
tasted and felt, sensed
and incensed
through an echoing hole of darkly bitter loss.

I would be a hypocrite
and a liar
if I were to condemn
our sons and their cherished friends
for cowardice
or craziness
for choosing to end their lives.

When government sanctioned taking of life
goes on and on and on
we call this the cost of just wars
or a death penalty
rather than a life forfeit.
Yet it is the living
who repay this price.

It could be more honest
to call these deliberate extractions
a death investment
and perpetual re-investment
of a culture not yet sure of how radically vulnerable
compassionate life could
and should
become.

Death investment repeated as long as politically expedient,
and also personally poignant
whether self or other inflicted
or something in-between.

I do not grieve his loss of future
but my own

For to grieve my own lost future,
all we might have yet become together,
is honest,
and holy

While to grieve his lost future
is to dishonor his choice
and his compulsion
to part ways
when life felt too dishonest
to bear another traumatic day.

To be born
before or after
or beside and aside one’s right-felt time
and nurturing place
is already loss of future
sent through messages past
as love grows too thin and faded
lust for life descends too jaded,
loss of faith
for hope
arising futures now lost.

I would not dishonor,
too easily dismiss,
suicidal loss of life
as complete insanity
as if I could claim,
with full integrity,
that inhumane and too-patriarchal living losses
are not shy of full-grown sanity.

As this day closes,
this time and place
in tears of loss
without fanfare,
without deadly sentences
much less farewells,
I yet lack courage
of my own despair
about our future of continuing death investment
as measured by my own limits
for tolerating inane insanity,
vitriolic violence,
absurd abuse
of calling deliberate death investments a penalty
as if any life were something reasonably erased
through ultimatum fines
for having had an unfortunate birth day.

This death leaves a sacred hole
where once lived a whole relationship
of futures cast together
now gently placed
apart.

What did he see
that I have not yet felt
strongly enough
to choose to never see again?

This question changes those left behind
for the rest of our haunted days and nights.

Why him,
and not yet me,
not yet us?

 

In honored memory of Greg, lived Large, yet much too short, measures of suicide and other death investments.

 

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Stories Heard and Told

Why does stepping into another’s well-told story
fade away my own?
Until I glance away from screen
or page
or exterior speaking voice?

What if my unmediated life,
unwritten and unplayed
with untold anonymity,
were the entirety of my actual spiritual journey?
While all I have read
and watched on screen
of others’ creation and destruction stories
are sacred scripture,
divinely inspired
as humanely perspired,
alternative paths and ways
of speaking to and for my own shared resonant voices,
light and more darkly fearsome.

What if biography
were ecological history
of natural,
yet also spiritual,
sacred development?
Written scripturally small,
speaking in still small eisegetical voices
of inspired natural resonance,
fire with water,
ExegetingEarth with revolving,
absorbing,
creolizing enlightenment.

Why does stepping into another species’ creation and destruction story
fade away our sacred own?

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Parting Instructions For My Oldest

You did not choose to be born,
much less Black Lives Really Should Equally Matter born
into this legacy,
your familial and civil Two-Connecticuts destiny.

I realize that,
And regret perhaps my own choices
in response to invitations for care-giving
and healthcare-receiving
were probably too egocentrically universalized
creolized so that whatever felt best to me at the time
would necessarily be best for you,
born into this diverse range of my health and pathology choices
for me,
now also for you.

No one asked, including me
Do you think a young African-American ADHD adult,
single,
poorly educated,
challenged as employable
with unresolved anger and fear issues
about whether he is care-giving enough
to deserve to become self care-receiving,
is left to care for
a gay virgin nerd younger adult
game-addicted brother
who believes he is actually allergic,
and perhaps alien,
to Mother Earth,
AND an oppositionally bipolar nymphomaniac youngest princess sister
with cerebral palsy and difficulty speaking,
civilly or usually otherwise,
and concomitant difficulties
not talking to herself while jumping
and slapping
and forgetting to go only on the toilet,
AND your youngest brother,
also with cerebral palsy and a wheelchair,
without capacity to speak or sign
yet with capacity to laugh and smile
with those he loves to know the best care-receiving,
and without capacity to chew and swallow well
so he eats through a tube
what he must not gnash with his grinding teeth,
and with midnight capacities for grande-mal seizures
requiring 24-7 same-room monitoring.

This is indeed
a great deal of operatic drama not to choose
to be born into
as the oldest,
raised by two gay dads,
old enough to have been your grandfathers,
one black, who seems afraid to be associated
with our polycultural reputation and self-presentation,
self-neglect, he might call us out,
and me white,
now apologizing for this mess
with which I leave you
as your birthright.

Attached are instructions
from your sister’s Behaviorist.
I suggest you adapt them,
first to take better care of yourself,
then her,
then your two brothers,
as best you can,
ecotherapeutic care-giving
is also egotherapeutic care-receiving.

When another life
reaches out to strike you down,
to damage your property and/or body,
and mind,
to touch you inappropriately
and without asking permission first,
before grabbing and damaging your thoughts and feelings:

First, remind your care-receiver,
as yourself,
to ask permission to become a care-giver
to you and/or your property,
because your life does matter equally
with each other’s;
not more,
but not less either.

Second,
teach your assailant
across permitted boundaries to violence and theft and behavioral restraints,
including use of civil voice,
to advocate for this assailant’s healthcare-receiving wants and needs
in an appropriate
mutual healthcare-giving way,
non-violently
and more domestically diplomatic,
following universal multicultural standards
for WinWin Solidarity
of All Lives Equally Matter,
Golden Rules
applied to people,
plants,
places,
and things,
especially technological co-investments
in Earth’s 7-Generation Future
of healthcare information systems
and their cooperative access
to growing Wealth Without Walls.

Finally,
mentor your siblings
with healthcare-giving greetings,
invitations,
listenings before speaking,
speaking back what care-receiving comes through
your All Lives Equally Matter channels
and challenges
about not choosing
to be left with these care receiving and giving
familial opportunities
to regenerate climates of health
and avoid landscapes of further behavioral pathology.

With apologies
for my Elder role
in your current ADHD challenged
ecopolitical and psychological karma,
but,
you know,
as a gay white-trash farmboy
who developed a thing for urban black strong men
in the 1960s and 70s
when my life wasn’t even legal,
much less of any socially therapeutic value,
I didn’t think past my own parenting needs
to give life more therapeutically back
than I had not-so-well received life
in my ecopolitical time on Earth.

If you do your best self care-receiving,
you will each day and night relearn
to teach yourself as others
asking and giving permission to respectfully approach
to advocate for universal care giving as receiving,
beginning with your mentoring history
of gratitude for Earth’s abundant grace
to place
and pace
you here and now
without having even to ask
to be born
into this space and time
of responsibilities for care-receiving
and concomitant authorities of care-giving
ego/eco bilaterally cooperative
WinWin healthcare systemic network building,
4D RealTime
unfolding and reweaving instructions
from and for the Oldest.

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Quality Persons

“My son is a high quality person…”
POTUS

A striking presidential sentiment.
Like defending an expensive choice cut
of red meat.

This view of healthy humanity
as a valuable commodity
reminds me
of his plan for health insurance divestment:

A very, very good plan for all Americans
[who are fortunate enough to be high quality persons,
transparently free of unfortunate pre-existing
Grade B
or C
or, god forbid, Grade D
or E
or Total Fail conditions.]

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