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Muse WithOut Music

Silent scored
red-hearted consciousness,
feeling empty when noted nonverbal
and then filling up
and out
and over into voices
green positive
and ultra-violet negatives
doubly anticipating and anxious times.

Silent hearts invisible
blue quaking lines
not invincible
for surviving today’s healthiest sung purposes,

Yesterday’s
and tomorrow’s musical
deep learned meaning mystery
of living
vibrant
yet unsung
private
hidden history,

Muses of multigenerational culture,
healthy sweeping wealth
and pathological empty
muted stealth

Anxious to avoid loneliness,
a life not mattering,
sputtering,
splattering,
flattering
darkly saturnine,
not working out,
not playing around,
exercising bland premedicated
meditated consciousness
of silence

Within echoing
cacophonous languaged voices
of Earth’s regenerate Muse,
sometimes too desecrated degenerate,
yet always historic co-musicating,
mediating multicultic cultures,
violet
and nonviolent

Silence
between mused notations,
anxious and anticipating
mutations

Silent scored
red-hearted consciousness,
feeling empty when noted nonverbal
and then filling up time
and out
and over into voices
green positive
and ultra-violet negatives
anxious anticipating rhyme.

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A Place For Everyone

My EarthMom,
whom I worshiped without question
at least until age ten,
often repeated,
“A place for everything
and everything in its place.”

She was usually talking about kitchen tools,
but I took this issue of place
more personally.

By age ten,
I knew universal hospitality
and redemption
do not invite
or even intend
to include me.

Well-placed safe homes
exclude me,
out of place
in a heterosexual world view
and no natural
or spiritual place to hide
except trembling within demonic secrecy.

It took me awhile,
at least a couple decades
of shunning my beloved Mom

To realize my placement problem
has less to do with choosing to hide
in my out of place closet,
and everything to do
with unquestioned dogmatic homophobia
carrying on in the family room.

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Love Hate Comparisons

I want to live in a healthy place,
at least as mature as junior high school,
where who I reciprocally love,
gay or straight or span-sexually in-between,
is not a political and economic football,
a wildly bouncing and rebounding issue
full of hot air
for others to kick around
and divest of
as they lose punishing interest.

Yet who we choose to hate,
deviantly or not,
is a BusinessAsUsual privatized non-issue
for an unhealthy society
to publicly notice
before quickly fading
into private fields
of NO TRESPASSING apartheid.

I would strongly prefer
to never apologize
for who I healthy love,
than unhealthy hate.

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