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Irrational Numbers, with Lyrical Pretensions

The number of folks sitting
on the back porch
waiting
for peace to strike,
like waiting for my garden to grow
without yet having planted it.

The number of people
noticing that chronic victims
suffer from critical victimization events,
minus the number who also notice
that chronic crimers
also suffer from critical
criminalization
events.

The number of people
horrified by the number of victims
of prejudicial discriminashunishtion
against their ethnicity,
economic lack of class,
and suitable gender,
and age of maturation
but also unaware
of how we celebrate
positive multicultural discriminations
for diverse ethnicities,
economic cooperative sufficiencies
of fairly decent incomes,
genders, including preferences,
and age-appropriate behaviors.

The number of folks who also see
impoverishment and marginalization,
chronic social criminalization,
whenever they hear it said
of retributive justice,
deterrent incapacitation
and restraint
as additional most negative,
and possibly unnecessary, constraints.

The number of folks we retributively select
willing to settle
for uniform dark punishments
of retributive overkill,
without the slightest hint of redistributive overjoy
most anywhere
for or with anyone,
mistaking this for the unity of restorative purposes
we more peacefully
and co-redemptively
so long for.

The number of excellent scientists and parents
seeking deductively reasoned
learning processes by day
while dreaming inductively co-operatively
seeking warmer compassions through each night.

The number of economists
and politicians too,
of parents
and educators
recognizing communication
through diversely humming channels beyond simply straightforward speaking
and hearing
and watching,
to include RNA’s more regeneratively primal
feeling
and tasting
and absorbing
through rooting systems,
functioning like reverse lickers
and stickers
and salivators
and saps
and pheromone freaks.

The number of scientists
who might somehow come to realize
that tree conversations
could take place through rooting systems
underground,
plus those who also celebrate implications
that tree co-empathic conversations are,
at their highest co-operative best,
currently over our mutually
co-regeneratively
reiterating heads.

The number of folks
who feel complicit
in our punished guilt
plus those who can still celebrate
our nature’s mutually complicit passions,
born both loving predator
and beloved prey,
until parents and Sunday School
and day care teachers teach other not-so-wise.

The number of communication buffs
who think these two populations,
society’s predators and victims
reallllly neeeeed to talk,
and listen,
and not so much both at the same time,
and probably not lick
or hit with a stick
because that would be so icky.

The number of kids
who would predict
that their parents
and teachers
will compete to heat our climates up
so we all can drown together,
regardless of primal
tribal
co-identities.

The number of prophets
recognizing selves
as original native residents
of indigenous EarthTribes,
speaking
and listening
cooperatively for co-planting,
and thereby growing,
ego’s active cooperating peace
as and of and for
eco-restorationelating justice,
Left in rational solidarity with SacredRight,
DNA mutually sniffing RNA’s
optimal Paradisal CoOperating Climates.

The number of folks
still settling for talking and praying
against demonic climate changes,
when we could also be cooperatively planting
and growing
rich climates of health,
cultures of gratitude
at least for and with front porch
EarthFlag-waving
Positive PsychoEcoLogists.

The number of people
who fail to recall
that what ever you were taught as
Orthodoxy’s Sacred Truth,
at one time
was first naturally felt and sensed
as eisegetical WinWin hope,
mutually-licking and sticking
hypo-principaling around theses
with their appositional un- and anti-theses.

The number of systemic processors
actively hoping
for zero-sum
ego-in
eco-out
balancing,
Plus-Plus double-binding
both before
and after notnotnotnot yet
bilaterally timeless linear Time
restoring polypathic RealTime Tipping Points
of ZeroSoul rationality.

The number of Earth’s creatures
waiting for war’s continuing fires to drop
when we could more cooperatively learn
to wait instead for peace’s inside-outside
other secular-sacred nondual loving shoe to drop.

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Economic Tricks with Political Treats

Economic Tricks as Political Treats
from the Peace Council of MotherTrees

Herein lie my tricks with treats,
said she.

I imagine with my family,
and my on-line cooperative Allies,
and then my most wildly cooperative neighbors,
how we can best eco-trick
and poli-treat
together.

We imagine
what this community,
and then this nation,
would look and feel and sound and smell like
to walk outside
and about each day through night,
year after year,
and not once wonder
if I am safe
or if some random act of armed terrorism
might attack myself,
my family,
my community,
my nation,
my planet’s nations everywhere,
through remaining ecopolitical times
for tricks of cooperating treats.

Once peace becomes actively imagined,
then expected and anticipated
for multi-generations and all polycultures,
herein lies our WinWin cooperative magic,
tricks and treats,
not WinLose tricks or treats,
plans for necessary self-defense.

Once globally imagined
in mind with eyes,
in heart with listening ears,
in body by following one’s WinWin nose
and positive psychology tastes,
both sacred and secular,
then who would settle for Win/Lose
ThreatenWar and hope others Lose
more than you,
faster than you,
for in the end,
RightBrain WinWin
both hears and sees,
we all return with what we arrived,
minus Mother Earth’s
warm EarthMother WinWin womb.

My WinWin magic,
said soaring sorceress,
works best when polypathically democratic,
just as we are
at our EarthTribe WinWin best
and brightest ecopolitics.

And in this fundamentally trusting democratic way,
is our WinWin magic
to not continue with both our balls
or both our tits
all knotted up about each other’s supremely divine
and yet WinLose self-victimizing egos,
when we already,
with both Left and Right
as YangOut and YinIntrovertically double-binding know,
WinWin’s magic equates
two tricky balls as Originating Seeds
for and with two retreating tits as Originating Root BiLateral Sacred System,
with waves of love unfolding in-between
from EarthMother regenerating
back toward MotherEarth degenerated
with WinWin dominating in-between
wu-wei
magic tricks with treats,
said ecosystemic sorceress
and her son and daughter
and her EarthMother’s iconic WinWin tits
and tats,
yins and yangs,
intuitive Rights with deductive Lefts for
WinWin solidarity.

My magic wisdom
was shared by the Matriarchal Council of MotherTrees,
who know this land is cooperatively owned by all the forest
sticking WinWin together,
just as this planet grows cooperatively regenerate
by all WinWin sacred ecologists
tricking our treating cooperatives.

Problems with our dark magic voodoo ecopolitics
LoseLose pathological,
ensue when Left no longer reverences Elder Sacred Right,
when Yang turns patriarchally against Yin,
when egocentric dark magic
masquerades as healthy wholeness
All PureWhite religion
and prejudicial enculturation
against full-rainbow polypathic magic
of Matriarchal MotherTree Muses
written WinWin ring by ring regenerative,
and amazingly ego/eco-logical,
MotherEarth,
Gaian Goddess of MotherTree Councils
for practicing Earth-optimizing
winning tricks to win timeless treats
of EcoTherapeutic Magic.

My magic sorceress of Original Source
remembers to reweave
unfolding (0)Sum reminders:
Our best regenerative strategies
have been optimizing non-competitive defense
through more cooperatively-owned
and mutual bilateral offensives.

You did not see or hear this from me
unless, of magically Original (0)Sum Core Course,
as Matriarchal EarthTribe We
noticing and planning,
plotting and deliberating
this eternal timeless day and dualdark night
economically tricky
cooperatively growing eco-ownership values
of ego-political poly-optimizing treats,
in both secular and sacred full-octave tones
and hues
including ReGenerative Council of All EarthTribe.

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Imperfect Trinities

I have two adult children
with ADHD
and some disconcerting levels
of unemployable diversity.

They go through each day
with three parts harmony:
I want this,
I want that,
I want this Other Thing.

In this they remind me
of me more than not:
I want food,
I want drink,
I want
either sex,
or a toilet
or a nap,
but not really all three.

That would be way too messy
to prefer
as a rule
for a perfect trinity.

And so we march on
through our not so diverse rounds
of hyperactivity
I want this
then want that
then these Other
feeding and bleeding
restorative Things.

 

 

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Boundary Issues as Revolutionary Opportunities

I wonder if everyone
has a most dreaded dreamed
nightmare worst
way to conscientiously drop wrong dead.

Mine is claustrophobi-recallish buried
half alive at best is worse
in a wooden rough pine crate.

I’m feeling angry with those who raped,
then buried me black in here,
because I no longer have commercial value
in a WeWin
so YouLose
ecopolitical market,
and then return to becoming panic terrified
because I can no longer half-dead breathe!

My air is right exhausted,
and I can’t quite left remember
if I am more afraid to die angry-conscious
at ego- and anthro-anticentrism,
or more afraid of losing untotal consciousness
while being raped inside this claustrophobic crate
where eco-consciousness can no longer erupt another breath
remembering active history’s preconscious hope.

Honey. Really?
You have to go all sarcastic on me
just because I gently asked
if you had a nightmare?

So, yeah, there’s that.
Which feels profoundly sad
and despairing,
at least about wombs of ego-hope
buried in rough pine coffins
within Native American
sacred ecological injustice
as collateral damage
for WhiteMale rule my own damned eco-forest!

Some nights more deforesting tenuous relationships,
testing mutual WinLose capacities for patience
for Ego’s time to be both here and now,
some days,
without my half-dead buried while raped pine box
of RightBrain duarldark suppression,
I can reach toward reweaving
polypathic
more polycultural outcomes
reforesting
restoring ego’s peace
with MotherEarth’s ecojustice.

That’s nice, honey.
What shall we have
for our ecojustice deep rich breakfast?

Nightmare identities
have LeftBrain transparency problems
and boundary issues
and strange feelings of vulnerability as weakness
of inappropriate scale and speed for revolutions,
temporal flow-stream concerns
conjoining back and forth
across timeless time,
as dualdark Witness of 4-Dimmed RealTime.

Although not necessarily imagined in reverse order,
appositional,
oppositional bicameral,
dipolar not quite so bipolar
Left with Right not so much
Left against Right
communication,
dualdark information.

Angry monoculturing atoms avoiding fake ecopolitical good news gospels
and fear-emptying waves
of ego-thinned-yinned-out,
LoseLose playing out,
divesting backward
rather than investing forward,
RightBrain degenerative suppressions.

Perhaps you might hope for a bit more restorative honey
in your chamomile tea, dear.

No longer personal hope
for future active restorations,
installations of ego-peace
with ecojustice for EarthMothers and Allies,
Left with Right,
Yang with Yin
rather than waving hostile competing flags
of internal self half-allegiance,
back matriotic and forth patriotic,
like some kind of bipolar confusion
as cognitive-affective
self-perpetuating
anti-enculturation of stressing dissonance.

Yes, I hear the dissonance, dearest.
Hang in there.
I’m sure it’ll all come out OK.
Don’t forget to flush.

Oh my God!
Mother Earth’s
climatic health womb
is in pathological over-shoot!

Supreme violence of
“I Win,
so you are…

Raped,”
then buried claustophobically half-dead,
deforested,
unlivable,
without co-redeeming value,
LosersLose
DualDarkisms
DisUniting Entropic
Yang v Yin
cosmologically dis-culturing
DisGenerating
Outcome Strings
of YinFade-Out History,
Black, Out and In Double-Boundary
NightMare Issues.

Yes dear,
that’s right,
your hazelnuts are especially protected by double-boundary skins and shells
before becoming hopelessly buried
in MotherEarth’s compost
to rise again
a bilateral
at least somewhat balancing
nut tree.

When I consider
restoration to sanity’s ecopolitical standards,
mutual climates of healthy cultures,
and not so much pathological nightmares
of underslept
and overpopulated
and raped
and buried half-dead paranoia,
I also hear an invitation
within myself
and with my local through global community,
EarthTribe as my family of cousins,
our nations and states and incorporated estates,
to be less quick to only identify ourselves as victims
of crimes against nature and nurture,
without also more fully identifying
diverse levels and stages and frames of perpetrator responsibility.

We are invited to see ourselves
as both the aborted and pine-box buried baby,
but also as a community
which has given birth
to both of these EarthMother victims
and our own perpetrations,
violence,
revenge,
reiterative injustices,
lack of restored peace,
absence of cognitive-affective dissonance.

And we are part of both
my DeForesting Retributive NightMares
and our most polypathic Mother Earth
ReStorative Justice and Peace
for and of ReForesting DayDreams.

Speaking of which, dearest,
I’m off
into my EcoTherapeutic Day.
Sounds like you need a nap,
and probably more organic exercise.

Righto.
Don’t forget,
we’re picking out our healthier kids today.

That didn’t sound exactly right honey.
But I think I know what you mean.
Bye!

Bye-bye.

Now, let’s see.
Spiritual Ecology:
The Cry of the Earth,
Thich Nhat Hanh,
The nurturing bells
of nutritional mindfulness
are calling out to us,
trying to wake us
nightmare nuts
up,
reminding us to look deeply
at our restorative and retributive impact
on this matriarchal and patriarchal planet,
and have more compassion
for my own internal ecopolitical nightmare nights
of dualdark bicamerally ecological cosmologies,
both healthy
and pathological.

 

 

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Resilient Trees of Partial Truths

If a statement is True,
such as
I am WhiteMale,
then the oppositional statement
I am BlackFeMale
is False
which enjoys equivalent truth value with
I am NotBlack/NotFemale,
and I am WhiteMale,
back where we started,
more obvious rather than less obscure.

But, if a statement is Not(Not True)
and NotFalse,
could it also be Not(Not False)?

Imagine,
if you dare,
you are a browngrey-scaled transgender person,
vulnerable to many bipolar boundary issues,
with a troubling tendency to camouflage your ambiguous identity,
rather like that damned cat in a box,
half alive and yet also half dead.

Being a wise politician,
when you are with the White Republican Males,
you send messages persuading them to see you as
“I too am a WhiteMale”
no awkward discussions needed, really.

And, when you decide to go to the other side
of your parallel tracks,
hanging with the Black Democratic EcoFeminists,
they invite you to now become one with their village
“I am a Feminist of Full Rainbow/BrownGreyScale Color”

Is it notnot true
yet also notnot false
that this White kinda conservative Male
could also become a more liberated Black Democratic SheMale?

And yet this seems like double-bound co-information
not accessible
from a unilateral,
as contrasted with a bilateral,
view of all accessible identities of this nomial statement
as either not true
or not false,
such that
our TransGender Person of PolyCulturing Intent and Capacity
is also both not entirely truly alive
and not entirely falsely dead,
when reconsidered,
bicamerally dipolar reconnected,
sometimes more BothAnd full-color brown-octave recessive
and sometimes less EitherOr greyscaled calculating dominant,
and occasionally all the fractal-regenerative WinWin above.

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Tying Up The Second Coming

I was tying up her second shoe
when the second coming came.

The first had been the night before
when the bus demons dropped her off
to say they might be back
but weren’t exactly sure when,
while I tied up her second right foot shoe.

I asked her why she throws right shoes
and socks
and pants
and fairly stinky pullups
at the driver
and she tells me these are her second amendment rights
to blast or not
to throw or not
as she so whimsically pleases.

What shall I say
while tying up her second shoe
during this unexpected second coming
of her bus
to take her back to school?
Teaching through a culture of gratitude
where each personal right
also grows a political responsibility,
each right a gift of well-tied shoe gratitude
to be paid back with an avalanche
of positive attitude
for each unexpected second coming.

This second coming comes and goes
and I turn to my good news day
living in a sacred matriotic patriotic land
with property rights of responsible gratitude
owned right up to
but not extending past
the launch of MotherEarth’s second shoe
now flowing downriver
to tumultuous seas beyond all rights dominating FatherLands,
without waiting for this second shoe to drop
back toward any bus of positively responsible attitude.
Cultures of seasoned gratitudes
are also cultures of healthy wealth
for second comings
restoring matriarchal justice
overwhelming patriarchal retributive punishments,
reiterative angry rights
of First Shoe responsibilities
for freedom’s speech and active expression
with Second Shoe rights and responsibilities
of liberty’s gratitude
for restoring it’s original intent
carrying responsibility for protecting
this First Shoe’s positive gratitude potential
through responsible attention to this second coming time
to release MotherEarth’s second independent shoe
from further ballistic harms and fouls
and violent intent
to irresponsibly not address
a rightful culture of gratitude
for unexpected second comings,
as both feet,
right with left,
race together cooperatively gendered and re-aligned
for school
on her second coming bus.

Unfortunately,
I was still gratefully tying up her second amendment
gifted rights with pay-back cooperating responsibilities
of gratitude for all well-souled shoes
when the second coming left
without the rights
and responsibilities
of delivering my ballistically naked daughter
back to her well-schooled gratitude for rights
with concomitant responsibilities to and for each other
to never claim them in a way
that would deny their at-least-equal free
and safe
and healthy expression
to and with another.

Tomorrow morning,
there will be no second coming.
No need to tie up rights with responsibilities
for well-souled second shoes,
not intended for marching into militias
of revengeful angry justice
when schools enculture restorative mercies
for well-gifting forward second comings.

But,
that will be next Tuesday,
and right now we face a four day weekend
of restorational mercies
with both first and second grateful shoes
well-tied together, yet apart
rights restored first on right non-violent intent
with lefts for grateful second co-responsibilities
for never marching toward violence
where ballstage dancing to love’s anthems
is also gratefully offered
in home as school.
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Allegory wears an ecological precision
not intended,
yet implied,
here with now co-incidental,
cooperatively double-bound,
like seasonal reasons
for first grateful amendments first,
leaving second amendments
to restoratively readjust
responsibilities toward our first EarthTribe becoming
capable of cooperative speech
before and after all
through cultures of gratitude,

Multi-poly-enculturations of healthy-wealth amendments
all tied up in waiting
for our way too long delayed
first with second coming,
left exhausted then right more cooperatively becoming
untied at last together.

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Norwick’s Head Poobah

I was interviewing the Head Poobah
of our Norwick Public Utility CoOperative
and asked him
Where did the 22 percent goal come from
for acquiring renewable energy?
As compared to 78 percent from nonrenewable
and guaranteed increasingly costly electricity sources
like burned-out oil and gas and coal,
with their concomitant stinky smokestacks.

“As I recall
when we needed a number
for our report on future numbers,
that was a number
we had nearly achieved
so we found this number
a realistic one to report now
about our future goal,
now basically attained.”

Is that how you derive all your health and safety goals
for our future health and safety?

“Without having thought about it,
and retaining the right to change my Head Poobah mind,
I guess that would be about right
22 percent of the time.”

I was hoping for 100 percent,
or as close to it
as your mind might derive
through deeper and wider contemplation,
not to mention higher.

“As concerns my health and safety
and truth-telling goals,
although I cannot say 100 percent for sure,
I believe I am currently at about 78 percent
nonrenewable responses
about suboptimizing choices
for future health and safety.”

Do you recall
if anyone asked
what a 100 percent green energy goal
might look like in Norwick?

“No,
I’m sure I would remember
something so unimaginable.”

And why is a 100 percent ecological healthy and economic safety goal
so unimaginable to our Head Poobah?

“That would really require
cooperative ownership
of using only greener renewable energy
and incorporating that focal point
over all our
cooperative v BusinessAsUsual competitive
goal setting
and WinLose budgeting
and strategic planning
for achieving super-saturating
WinWin health and safety goals
for the entire Norwick CoOperative Utility.”

But,
isn’t that what one would cooperatively expect
if one were handsomely paid
to become Head Poobah
of something called
Norwick CoOperative Efficacy, Incorporated?

“No, no.
I am at least 78 percent certain you have that nonrenewably wrong,
we are the Norwick Public Utility Corporation.”

Oh, I see.
How silly of me,
confusing efficacy with utility
and public ownership with cooperative
ummmm…
ownership.

“Not a problem.
When you’ve been in the public and personal sector businesses as long as I have,
you don’t realistically expect to hit 100 percent
on health and safety and truth-remembering.”

That’s extremely disconcerting.

“Good news for you.
Disaster sells more papers.”

Yes,
but paper still comes from trees
cooperating with clean air and water
and just-right solar rays
to avoid future climates of public,
and personal,
nonutilitarian pathologies
at least 78 percent of local Head Poobah times
and spaces
and incorporating places.

OK,
I didn’t actually say that last part out loud,
but I was most self-righteously thinking it.

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