I would he could write,
or even speak,
as dance,
sometimes get down mean
and sexy dirty.
Confusing hybrid
not safely translated through static language,
these ecstatic moments
entered and left without external shadows,
remembered warmly but soulfully
in shyly smiling muscles
unwilling to let go of life
without breathing music,
refrains training love moments
passion trails of kicks
and balanced leaps of faith
Earth will hold these swirling bones
and arteries of flowing bliss
I must not write too raw
but dance
as if each cell could swell in angry love songs
big and small
fast through slow
up as down
around each day’s write
to dance abandoned freedom’s passion night.
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EarthTribe Sanctuary
Bird chatter echoes mutual greetings
psalms reciting Other’s praising morning light
promising their co-enrapture of return
before light fades to dusk this night.
Birds echo cathedrals of tree majestic chatter,
underflight of bees and insect buzz growing conjoined refrain
evening’s glad sung massive eulogy
consecrates this flying day’s compline,
grace delight.
Liturgy of Earth flight song
echoes through shattering light,
entering as exiting each shared dark mythic night.
Spring Rain Memories
On these warmer spring nights
we rock in our front porch swing
hearing rain gurgle through satiated soil,
dialects of liquid reflection
speaking about our day,
past days,’
future days of love,
surrendering to dark spring rain intimacy,
but a passing car
spraying wet exhausting whines of power
reminds me you are no longer here.
We speak through smiles
of how we would be
when we ruled our worlds
with less mediocrity,
yet sad you are not here
to hear
what we remember
in my head,
my body warm
against this spring wet breeze.
We hear our breaths
praising stars hidden beyond dark rain night
but resonantly singing soprano arias
while we breathe in to sing back and out together,
but you are not here,
within this future memory of us,
failure to appear
now as here with me
to feel your love
more than an echo in my porch swing mind.
Primary Operas
All conversations,
like harmonic music,
practice rhetoric’s resonant enculturation
with mutual enculturation hope,
intent,
faith;
sometimes even love.
All evolutionary integrational spirals
practice nurturing encultured healthy trends
with spirited hope, intent, faith;
and within great evolution’s transitional climatic revolutions,
often even love.
All nutritional recycling events,
divinely humane co- as eco-repurposers,
recreators,
nurture open-loop polyculturing regenerations,
emerging healthy local through global hope,
positive political intent,
economic cooperative faith;
and, PostMillennially,
balanced nurturing permacultural love
of organic nested root system landscape development networks,
both on- and off-line,
with arts and craftsy ZeroEgo Optimization Zones.
All discernment practic’s languaged enculturation,
with enculturing hope, active love,
faith in Gandhian wealth of nondually co-arising healthy JudeoChristian ZenTao outcomes.
All prime information strings within networks practice syntax flow
as rhetorically YangPositive AND YinYin double-negative
temporally and neurally aptic,
mutually inductive dipolar bicameral function,
with hope for less noise as dissonance
and pathological absence of primal Left-Right communication.
All love practices communication
enculturing healthy faith in wealth of active regeneration,
EgoLeft as EcoEarth’s Right
to live Tao balance proportions of RNA/DNA symmetry,
Tipping MidWay Points of poli-ecological solidarity,
gleaming sunlight’s reflection through Earth’s transparent skin
toward (0)-soul Alpha through Omega Primal Points
ecoconscious bicameral lights
displaying Ego’s big stage for song and dance
rhetorical campaign events,
each interdependent aria
comprising EarthTribe’s Opera.
The Hills Are Alive
I grew up gay
and singing in musicals.
At the time, these two seemed coincidental,
diassociated,
although in retrospect….
Some dancing too
but with no training in that area,
more about singing.
I grew up with
The Hills are Alive with the Sound of Music.
Then I stopped growing up,
and went about the sometimes cooperative business
of Mastering
Community Economic Development
Public Administration
Divinity (which Bucky would call Synergy)
and certifications
Permaculture Design,
for HIV medications,
and high blood pressure,
and bad cholesterol outweighing the good.
Then I began growing out,
and shorter,
singing The Earth is Alive
in all Six Senses of Musical Opera.
Now I’m growing more deeply
into long term polycultural ecotherapeutic outcome planning,
cooperative financial and health-investment,
for both interior and exterior landscapes,
polypathing co-elationally
to bicameral rhythmic heart beat and air flow,
dancing a PolyCultural Opera
as cooperatively possible
through PostMillennial ReGenesis
WinWin eco-political coop networks.
They are everywhere
once you learn to see through time’s health investment balance,
fractal-octave polycultural prime function,
e-squared = c-squared bicameral eyes, and trees,
ears, and Earth Tribe sounds of echoing hill music,
and autonomic bilateral diastolic precessive flow
with diastatic and post-recessive health regenerate hearts,
and autonomic dipolar diastatic yang
through fully purged yin nutrient breath-flow function,
like a tornado of wind
in slow, sustained, self-regenerating inclusive pace
of gratitude for less bad attitude.
Sappy Greens Sing Bloody Blues
Nature unwraps in color
as culture’s evolution decomposes
interior dualdark black
as metaphysically trans-parent white light,
grayscale DNA/RNA high performance syntax,
full-octave seasoned
nutritionally reasoned,
regenerating time’s issues and opportunities
to remember our RNA cousins
also speak in full eco-resonant
WinWin evolving octaves,
harmonic rhapsodies
and deep ecology blues
greet reds
to spin more ultra-violet dipolar confluence
of EarthTribe health.
Sappy greens sing and dance bloody blue
rich veins fertilizing permaculture’s
regenerative informing strings of history
and science
and myths
told in iconic languages, numerals,
and seasons,
forms with developmental functions,
two dipolar Yang-out/Yin-in-bifold eco-cultures
coarising Earthtime’s bilateral prime-relationships
of emergent nutritional-soulful octave-balance
and
notnot-regenerate co-balancing/struggling dissonant
blues of distemperate natures.
Earth Tune
I love our richtimes
moments stolen from starched yesterdays,
we live warm steam scentimes
through future’s dark crimes.
I miss our deep earthtones
our space for free reign
before we missed race rhymes
shouting thin through shared bones.
I know our lovetones
our place for free form
we fly empathic spacetime
where Earth’s reasons have rhymes.
I love your vast humor,
co-passion with fools,
your red flows rich manna
free grow golden schools.
We live our fast rumor
compassion’s love fool.
To love co-paced echo
co-rise life’s kind cruel.
Morning Gospel
I love my solitary matins,
morning excursions and incursions
toward simply divine places,
reading to hear voices from my past
Interior Landscape prophesy
Occupy BeComing BeLoved COMMunity futures.
In this sacred space
we sing full RealTime ReSolutions
eco-therapeutic gospel by day
and dream this good-healthy news’ ReMix by night,
regenerating each dawn’s richly choired
polycultural anthem
climaxing just as SunGod
kisses EarthMother’s rich-soiled face
of graceful embrace for all Her Tribes.
I then love quiet endings
for this global namaste psalm,
when each eremetical ego
enters a private sacred school
deeply co-mentoring lessons,
as Ego proposes what we learned
from last night’s dreamy discern,
and Eco inductively disposes why we taught
contentiously dissonant stragglers
with a gentle karmic decompositional reminder,
We Must Overcome, Together,
preferably in four-harmonic therapy.
I love my not so solitary eco-morning Presence
breathing in Yang positive,
breathing out YinYin double-negatives,
appositional dipolarities,
reverse co-relational analogies,
positive polycultural love
as not not negative angry-fear of monocultural hate,
singing co-passionate diaprax-raves
in regenerative 4/4-timed octaves
smooth as brown-skinned silk.
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