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Too Long Past Due

What’s the point of suicide
when I feel already dead inside?

Too long past due
pulling breath’s last plug
last gasp
last primal scream
for and against capital colonizing campaigns
but acted out in dizzying silent mime,
rumored to be a scary thing
this last big surrendering event
before unconsciousness
of changing time
marching inevitably forward
and backward,
out
and back in
until no more back
or in.

But what frightens this fading identity most,
No one will know a difference,
notice I’m different,
least of all
decaying from within
me.

Already unconscious
subconscious,
merely skirting conscious life
precedes flirting with absence of awareness,
burning bridges
pulling life plugs
turning out my lights
already too dark to hear
fear memories
too alarming to feel
images
too disarming to care for power
for light

Too defining
future past experience
enlightening
too long
refining
past due
healing
organic capital investments
ourselves
too long overdue.

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Capital Congestion

Green currency
currently has a capital city way
of ungreening pastures,
dying waters,
spoiling mother lands,
decapitating valleys of red-flowing death,
fears of divested breath,
war-torn unvictory gardens,
childhood dreams of peace
and nightmares
of capital-infested war machines,
robots,
goose-stepping soldiers
bearing automated black and white rifles,
either death or life,
you or me,
mutually ungreen
disempowered,

While cooperative
deep qualitative
memories of Earth, pre-capitalized,
and healthy ego wealth
playing ecological green win/win
nurtures greener theological pastures,
and cooperative self-government of grace
restoring living ecosystemic waters
of justice,

MotherEarth flows uncapitalized nutrients
dark and light
wane and waxing childhood lucid dreams
no greener than just right.

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Dancing Across Together

We came across this Earth together
and you’re still here.

We sail through all these sunlight days
and moonless nights
togathered in,
and we hear still.

We swim through all our fears to drown
what fills my rage.

We march through angry Earth apart
and disappear.

Or dance across this Earth together
so we’re still here.

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Kings and Queens

When capital wealth
produces lusty Kings,

And liberal health
consumes lavish Queens,

Then nature’s many polypaths
predict holy spirit-nature empowering
flowing polyphonic languages
sung and said,
danced and done,
cultured and historic,
eco-felt and theo-reflected,
remembered and re-imagined.

Kings trusting love’s history
and Queens re-investing Earth’s HerStory.

 

Capital investments,
cooperative more than competitive,
socially mediated more than antisocially premeditated
green health more than white wealth motivated,
are remarkably contrasted,
most certainly not equivalent to,
kleptocratic capital-city privileged capitalism.

Liberal corporate-infested capitalism,
with narcissistic quarterly accounting bottom lines
are not the same as cooperative encircling
capital co-investment.

Democratic positive energy balances
do not tip quietly
toward hoarding wealth
while strangling polyculturally co-invested health.

Win/Lose global competitions
to rape what’s left of fading MotherEarth
follow climate degenerating trends
toward green-health detachment.

Competitive human nature,
challenging EarthMother nature co-investing spirits
self-predict future fragmented losses for dying Anthros
and loss of natural/spiritual co-arising life
for all species requiring fertile wombs,
eggs,
seeds,
DNA,
RNA,

Green and blue and red and yellow
ultra-nonviolent
regenerating life’s well-seasoned communications,
integrity black through transparent energy white
communions,
EarthCommon health-wealth polypaths
back through nutritional Earth History,
not so toxically divesting
of HerStoried Earth.

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MotherEarth Economists

EarthMothers are instinctively natural economists
advocating fiscal conservancy
because we cannot sustainably give
beyond nutritional elements we are cooperatively taking in.

EarthMothers know by pregnant experience
what it feels like to slow-grow a robust regenerative economy,

To give birth to healthy robust hope,

To invest in bilateral birthing compassion

To divest of timelessly cherished assets
when our right climate of healthy opportunity
has come, win/win,
for cooperative health remediation

For regenerative selves
and our future sons and daughters

From wet warm wombs
born into MotherEarth’s globally pregnant
eco-political climate remediation,

Health remunerative cooperative co-governance,
co-investing in health wealthy future Time.

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King of the Hill

When I was a ginger eight
my many cousins and I liked to play
King On The Mountain,
or at least the older and stronger
enjoyed being on top of a grassy mound
as lesser beings formed military alliances
further magnifying their/our winning majesty
in this empire-struggling win/lose game.

Engaged in our playful struggle
so long as autonomous individuals
and cooperative team members
continued to win often enough
to retain recreative tension
about push and shove battle outcomes.

Issues of patriarchy
with feminist trust levels
did not emerge
as I recall,
although this may be because we were cousins
already well acclimated to our sensory/sensual diversity
and recreational integrity
for resilient play without anyone getting seriously hurt,
emotionally or physically,
spiritually or naturally.

Patriarchal offenses
and retaining the King’s defensive power
over all comers
may be more of an issue for long-exercised narcissists
in immature adult full-bloom rabidity,
speaking and doing viral negative
degenerative
pushes and shoves,
name calling
and invitations to go back home
rather than respect for tenacity,
trying to become King of the Mountain
cooperatively together.

Somehow we found enough emotional room
for everyone at the top or the bottom.
We came to trust each other enough
to know and feel critical differences
between sometimes winning and sometimes losing
degenerative/regenerative in-between tension
lapsing toward probable lose/lose chaos
and win/win recreative intention
of contests balancing autonomous competition
with interdependent cooperation

Creative and recreative strategies
to keep our hill full of healthy opportunity
to share times of aristocratic supremacy
in a challenging, yet freely engaged, game market
that all my cousins would continue investing in
so long as each win/lose struggler
continues to feel reassured
cared for and with
more than plotted against
dissonant and dismissed.

When this role play exercise ended
we would all go back to becoming the same ego characters,
personalities
primal relatives that our mothers bore

So we would have each other to play King of Mountains,
Queen of the Romantic Ball,
and Who Can Spit Watermelon Seeds Furthest,
most accurately,
with the highest graceful arc,
with the least and loudest spitting noise, etc.

If we had known
King Of The Capitalist Hill
is the only local through global Game
of win/lose power
on an overcrowded planet,
I wonder if our trust
in win/win interdependent healthy outcomes
would remain so robustly influential
to our affiliative strategies
and compassionate cousin feelings.

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Following Our Rules

In our Sharing Circles
we have a ground rule
to share a one speaker at a time floor
and unitarian silent listening support

And rules to not verbally share uninvited commentary
suggestions
agreements or disagreements
during, and after,
this formalized Circle.

Speakers are invited to share from experience only,
not from someone else’s story,
experiential and/or theoretical,
parental and/or academic,
personal and/or professional.

This is a Closed Circle
of verbal communications,
a rhetorically autonomous inside job
only silently noting our egalitarian
nonjudgmental
side by sideness
of authority
responsibility
compassion;

Help,
Thanks,
Wow!;

Truth,
Beauty,
Silent Passion…

If we are a composition,
we enter an historic symphony of solo voices
implicitly singing our universality
experiencing time’s nurturing
and severing qualities
and relentlessly insufficient quantity,
except when anyone else is speaking
business as too coldly
or too warmly
usual.

In our Reading Circles
our implicit ground rule culture differs
more in favor of the spontaneous spoken word,
this good news,
extemporaneous,
and bad fake news,
distemper-odious,
gospel we scribe together,

Usually one voice leading
a sustained melodic theme,
sometimes harmonic and splendid,
sometimes dissonant and diminished,
inviting in compassionate responses,
major and minor,
listening for counter-melodies,
for analogies
metaphors
curious oxymorons,
outrageous internal pun fun,
rhymes
and maybe the occasional reason,
held with soft determination
and not hard determinism.

Participants are invited to share
harmonic voices of MeToo
and to gently question why
my own dissonantly deviant choice
traps me in feeling detached,
uncertain,
less certain,
more certain we must be missing
some counter-balancing dirge of risk
and full-circle opportunities
for evolving peaceful revolutions.

We sing in Open Circle rounds
of theory meets experience
greets political philosophy
and primal attachment theory
applications to all relationships
ego logical and unlogical and anti-logical
and dis-passionate,
conscious and unconscious and suppressed consciousness
and more dispassion,
and ecological and ecosystemic
and healthy climate logical
for growing reading circles
into speaking and listening communion rounds
of timeless symphonic conversation,
dia-logos about favored/unflavored mythos.

Cooperative conveners
encourage each other
to speak from felt experience
of belief and disbelief
in some published teacher’s expression of experience
with timeless patience and time-heavy impatience,
of joy and sorrow,
courage and curiosity,
compassion and dispassion,
intimacy and repulsion,
about some subject’s story,

Where it does and does not meet our own time
chosen and not chosen
political and personal
economic and ecological
natural and spiritual
secular and sacred
regressive and progressive
inhaled and exhaled
patriarchal and matriarchal
competitive and cooperative
vulnerable and transparent
longing and belonging

New yet old
wealthy when healthy,
democratic when not kleptocratic,
integral when not fragmenting,
unitarian when not too universally closed
to further sacred gospel co-inspirations,
co-passion,
co-presence,

Timeless unity
yet eternal open university,

Secure rounds
yet within freeing surrounds,

Cultural sweet spots
within historic raw plots.

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Symphonic Swim

When I allow myself
to become an understoried note,
I hear our symphony co-relationally composed of
rhythms
patterns
pauses
silence
cacophony
measures
color
tone
tunes harmonic,
dissonant,
diminished,
subconcious sub-objective underlying creation stories
recreationally sung together
better than just loudly marching apart,

This bilateral muse awareness
releases me from fundamentalistic win/lose salvation stories
and allows this ego-moment to live freely,
yet securely interdependent,
co-passionately win/win present.

When I ego live
connected within co-present eco-source,
I hear no impossible disconnect,
no hard-line severance between nature-left
and spirit-right,
no bipolar either/or deductive
reductive conclusion;

There is, instead,
only both/and boundless win/win integral possibility
and endless round
timeless ego/eco-rational
interdependent truths.

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Queer Music

They lived across from each other
on and off the center floor dorm hall,
both on the much discussed
controversial LeftWing side.

Yang perused Yin’s CDs,
“I see you like that queer music,
Elton John
and Luther VanDross
and George Michael.
I didn’t notice that before.”

Yin responds quietly
calmly
amused:

First,
I don’t believe music is gay or straight,
but most everything related in-between
harmonic and dissonant,
diminished and replenished.

Lyrics may be queer or predictable
but usually flow well
either way
telling co-relating creation stories
of nature’s neural positives
and negatives
surfing back and forth
in and out
before and after
here and there
now and then
and yet to climax
polypathic health
as polyphonic wealth.

But, Second,
Feels to me all music,
maybe all muses,
are queer
when I think holistically about it,
us,
them,
verbally thought and non-verbally felt,
internally touched

By a rhetorical moment
we curiously know as music
without noticing how radically unlikely
regenerative processes
compassionate evolutions
could ever reproduce such homo-ingenious sounds,
rhythms,
patterns,
colors,
textures,
stories,
epic original empathic creations
and co-empathic octaved recreations
within such a LeftBrain heterosexual white privileged
RightWing capitalistic
narcissistically greedy
UnQueer Marching Against
the Great Historic/Futuristic muse and prophets
of harmony,
despite dissonance,
resonance,
despite fading resilience of Baby Xers,
polyphonic yin-mused light,
despite polynomial not not
climate of touch and feel dualdarkness.

Meanwhile Yang
couldn’t hear too well
since opening the window
facing spring
listening
to a cranked up RocketMan,
while athletically dancing to hot not unqueer music,
and Yin’s ears swayed tenderly after and before
queer musing
straight talk.

 

 

 

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