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HIStory Lessons

Testosterone performance history
shows great narcissistic
straight male supremacist
empire-building

Empirically right-justified
just sacred war apartheid
RightHand verbal
male scribe dominant
religious HIStory writers

HerStory defensive
offensive bipolar
oppositionally defiant risk

MonoTheistic colonizing missions
disassociating AnthroSupremacism
from Holy Nature/Spirit
AngryRight/FearfulLeft
dipolar appositional

Testosterone AnthroMind v Estrogen EarthBodies
dispassionately misogynistic

Cognitive brights v Intuitive nights,
verbal logos Historian v nonverbal mythos HerStory
of systemic trauma dominant/recessive
depressive dissonance

Failure to strong synergy survive
as if Earth’s nondualistic
nonverbal energy
for short-term
discontinuously enlightened sperm strength
could resiliently thrive
without long-term
continuously empowering egg integrity

As if
nonviolent indigenous wisdom
could have resonantly imagined
divine SunFather light unborn
without wounding pregnant
sacred EarthMother
empowering energetic light
and synergetic power,
bicamerally co-intelligent
religiously co-binding
Yang/YintegrityStories

As if testosterone alone
could give birth to generous estrogen
as Mothers reincarnate both Yang-formed Sons
and Yin-flow Daughters

Both Osiris historic light
producing energetic poles
and Re her-story night
engaging synergetic holes

MonoTheistic enlightened YHWH
western dusk born
of PolyTheistic empowering
eastern dawn HolonicSpirit

FatherSun enlightened unilateral mind
cherishing MotherEarth empowering bilateral bodies
made of panentheistic sacred/organic communion
of TestosteronePassion/EstrogenPleasure

Wo/man wu-wei depolarizing
epic cisgender political narratives
of love lives
won humane testosterone sung
and divinely dancing estrogen lost
religiously reweaving
bi-partisan reconnecting
polyamorous gain.

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Angelic Loss

Where is the boy

who laughs at rain,

stares past grey clouds

wandering why so blue

our sky

our sea-salt tears

of sense-filled pain?

Where is this boy?

 

He never said goodbye.

This boy went on to make his way alone.

He had no choice

or so he thought

with stardust gray bright eyes.

 

Where is this man

whose passion cries with pain

for who we could be,

should be?

Where is this redeemer

who stares past sun

wondering why so black

behind each face

of human place

sleeps deep inside with strain.

 

Where is my place,

my time in space

to see your eyes

glint through dark clouds

to wrap your face in mine?

 

When is our time

to rise with shining blue night song,

to dance our way toward where we were

before we lost our minds,

to when we were a white cloud day

to  play our work

and work our play.

I loved our eyes

that laughed at rain because we had each other.

 

Where is that man who was a boy

whose place was time

we could not spend forever?

He flew apart with wings outspread

too young to learn we only fly together.

 

If we could stop this time to live apart,

I’d find a place where time could find you

holding us forever;

through time to fly

and then to die to fly again

together.

 

Dedication: for Jerome, and boys who love angels

7/26/2014

 

 

 

 

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