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The Drying Of The Ink

No longer at desk the typewriter has been given 
it's final rest.
As he cant recall the day or year.

The once strong mind is closed the body
but a museum or tribute to what once was.
he his home but locked within himself.

Vist's from thoose who once knew the man 
are like people viewing a body at a wake.
he calls from within the shell for for release.

Yet his lips will not move his voice never sounds.
Inside he burns for the chance to run as the river
chases the sea.

To be the man they never knew and the one he 
could admire and both despise.

The page sits in typewriter like a willing 
eager lover in bed. 
Waitting in stockings that cling to delicate thigh.
the tears escapes it's minds prison.

He thirsts for it like a drunk for that morning drink
of whiskey waitting hands held togather trying
to keep from shaking.

He sits as a painter without hand.
watching the most beautiful sunset fade without 
a chance of ever capturing this moment.

The ink is drying he feels it everyday.
Soon he hopes like the dust that does gather
he will be swept away.

Copyright © John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo | Year Posted 2009

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Alone in a Hospital Room - An Alzheimer's Song

Don’t you remember, love, how we danced that first night;
beneath the sun’s rays, toes dipping in the cooling sand, 
to the tune of our favorite song –
with me humming the best I could – 
(I sounded terrible, but you told me I sounded divine, remember?)
while falling all over myself, and your delicate feet; 
and you, trying so hard not to laugh as I made such a fool of myself!
Did you ever think we would go 
from being love-sick teenagers dancing on the beach, 
to a couple of old-timers reminiscing 
about our best years – our long ago days together? 

Honey? 
Sweetheart, please…
If there is any part of that teenage girl 
left within that beautiful head of yours…please; 
please, just look in my eyes as you once did…
look at me, sweetheart…
Don’t you remember? 

My love, do you hear? 
They’re playing our favorite song…



*Inspired by Izzy Gumbo's Solfege Contest
I really hope I did this right! :)

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009

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The Tale of the Dirty Dick

Girls, if you ever find a man of great persistence
Listen to your ******, and say NO! with adequate resistance
You see chicks, when a dude gets a hard dick
If it's dirty, it can make you super sick
Painful pisses and cloudy urine will follow suit
All because Dirty Dick Man wanted to discharge his root
So, ladies, beware...there are diseases out there
No Dick gets serviced until it's clean and faire
Run, scream, shout, "Spank your ****ing monkey!"
Please, I beg of you, do as I now  propose
Keep your ****** sparkling clean-never let it decompose.

Copyright © Jennifer Young | Year Posted 2014

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If You Have A Sleep Disorder



If you have a sleep disorder, I strongly advise that you have it checked Apparently, if it is serious enough, it can even lead to death Was diagnosed with very serious "sleep apnea" a while ago The treatment, is extremely difficult to get used to Ever try sleeping with two plastic thingies stuck up your nose I guess I'll get used to it eventually People that have been using a machine like this for years Swear by it and tell me the results will be fantastic... like night and day But I must be patient and persevere. It will take a little while to get used to Really? Are you saying eventually I won't notice these thingies up my nose? Maybe if I drug myself till I think I'm a fairy princess Or a famous Shakespearean actor in tights I'm willing to give it a shot! Oops! Sorry, lost my train of thought there The thought of me prancing around as a fairy princess Has always kind of appealed to me... oops! I mean, as a Prince Charming Now back to my sleep apnea, wish me luck It's supposed to make me more rested, sweet and happy SO GET OUT OF MY FACE TILL THEN YOU GUYS! We must be patient, this is not going to happen overnight! © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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Making Lemonade

When you're walking Scuffling along in trouble's shoes Head hanging low Mumbling moody blues Well me, I'm making lemonade Why can't you Taking bitter adding something sweet Maybe a smidge, no a heap full of hope Heck, by days end I'll mix it up Movin' straight to, getting crazy in root beer floats When all you see is red Awful thoughts pound your head "Honey do this, honey do that" I'm sitting back Feet up, sipping lemonade again You look my way and say "Boy, he's got it made" Not so my friend I just taking my lemons And making me some lemonade instead There's so much "other time" To have your little gripes Or your petty cries But, now let's toast away the grind And partake in some lemonade on ice You've come this far "And guess what? You've got your health" Check your pulse you're still alive So change your ways Brother, embrace the lemons Squeeze fresh into winner ala mode And "live baby, baby live! in lemonade days "Ahhh ... such sweetness"

Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2012

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SHAKEN BUT NOT BROKEN

 
FROM THE MOMENT THAT SHE MET HIM 
SHE WAS AWESTRUCK!!! 
HE HAD THE WORDS, HE HAD THE CLOTHES, HE HAD THE LOOK 
HE HAD THIS SMOOTH, UNCANNY WAY 
THAT EASED HIM RIGHT THROUGH HER DEFENSES 
THAT LEFT HER DANGLING, HELPLESS...FROM HIS HOOK 
SHE WAS A CHRISTIAN WOMAN, AND 
SHE MINISTERED IN CHURCH 
HAD NEVER KNOWN A MAN LIKE THIS BEFORE 
A MAN WHO KNEW THE BIBLE 
EVERY CHAPTER...EVERY VERSE 
A CHARISMA, SHE FOUND TOO HARD TO IGNORE 
HE DATED HER THE CHRISTIAN WAY 
SHE MET HIS FAMILY 
THIS HUMAN BROOM, WHO SWEPT HER OFF HER FEET 
RESISTING EVERY SEXUAL URGE 
UNTIL THEIR WEDDING NIGHT 
BUT ON THAT NIGHT, HE TOOK HER, HOT, AND SWEET 
HER SPIRIT KNEW, BEFORE HER "MIND" CAUGHT ON 
SOMETHING HAD CHANGED 
A HORROR UNEXPLAINED HAD GRIPPED HER SOUL 
THIS CHRISTIAN MAN SHE MARRIED 
HAD TURNED OUT TO BE A DEMON 
AND HER COMPLETE DESTRUCTION, WAS HIS GOAL 
WITH COLD METHODIC PURPOSE 
HE HAD PLANNED HIS WIFE'S DEMISE 
HE GAVE HER AIDS, AND THOUGHT HER FATE WAS SEALED 
SHE WAS SHAKEN, BUT NOT BROKEN 
AND WITH STEADFAST FAITH, SHE SHOUTED... 
"THANK YOU JESUS! BY HIS STRIPES, I'M HEALED!!! 
HE HAD COME TO CHURCH TO FIND A SAINT 
WHOSE LIFE HE COULD DESTROY 
THE DEVIL WRAPPED, IN CHRISTIAN MALE ATTIRE 
HE GOT IN THROUGH HER EGO 
AND DESIRE TO BE LOVED 
BUT OH PRAISE GOD, THE DEVIL IS A LIAR 
THE LESSON HERE, THE DEVIL 
GOES TO CHURCH AS MUCH AS YOU DO 
DELIGHTING IN DESTRUCTION OF THE FLOCK 
AND SHOULD YOU FIND YOURSELF A TARGET 
OF HIS DEADLY PURPOSE 
REMEMBER, ALWAYS...JESUS, IS YOUR ROCK! 

AMEN! 

Copyright © JAMES HEATH | Year Posted 2006

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The Willows

Tomorrow’s times are in these eyes of mine.
Away and far my world shall part.
The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep.
The Sun will rise as my days still come,
The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun.
Tomorrow’s times are in these days of mine.
Far and gone my world shall bond.
The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine.
Tomorrow’s times are in these thoughts of mine.
Gone and here my world shall fear.
The Lands will separate the world by Sea,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be.
Tomorrow’s times I know are mine.
Here it is that I fear I’m near.
My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1998

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010

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Me, Myself, and I - (Part 1)

Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by 
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and 
read Part 2 to complete the poem and leave your comments on the Part 2 submission. Thank 
you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain diminished 


Me, Myself, and I...


“There are things that concern us,”
		Consensed my “Selves” in earnest
““We” fear that “I” have succumbed to delusion”

“And after careful deliberation
		It is with much hesitation
That we choose to delineate upon this confusion”


“Fact is your intuition
		Is riddled with superstition
And your judgment leaves much to be desired”

“So you leave us no recourse
		Don’t push us to use force”
It is then that the “I” was summarily fired


I exclaimed “By whose authority?” Response, “Rule of majority”
“The “Myself” and the “Me,” (forthwith the “We”), are experts in our field”

“And with much technique and time
		And some forays into the sublime
The nature of your malady will be revealed”


“So to keep yourself from having a fit
		Step back and just calm down a bit”
“We,” they said, “certainly have this under control”

“We swear this won’t hurt at all”
		Then I felt my inhibitions fall
Still I said a prayer to God that He keep my soul


You know, fact is I do feel off axis
		As evidenced by such parapraxis
As this prose that I, (or is it “Us”), seek to pen

And with my mind feeling numb
		I finally chose to succumb
And allow the “Me” and the “Myself” to begin


And then came questions in a flurry
		Answer, answer and please do hurry
Not one moment of respite did they give

They pushed and they prodded
		With every “T” crossed and “I” dotted
My mind felt like it had gone through a sieve


And all this psycho-analysis
		Is causing my mind paralysis
The questions, can you stop with the questions please

“Yes, oh yes indeed
		I do believe we have what we need
To make an attempt to identify your unknown neuroses”

Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010

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Me, Myself, and I - (Part 2)

Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by 
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and 
read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the 
Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain 
diminished.


Me, Myself, and I... (continued)


“Your, (Or “Our”), symptoms seem to intermit
		And the fact that “You’re,” (“We’re”), a hypocrite
Tis no wonder we’re having such problems with diagnosis”

Then “I” had an idea so grand
		To dispense with this at my own hand
A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis


So while the “Me” and the “Myself” squabbled
		With courage newly cobbled
“I” spotted the dresser drawer and made my run

With fingers fiercely fumbling
		Whilst they continued grumbling
“I” produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun


And now my life, though ill-fated
		Was soon to be vindicated
This would affect us all equally the same

Would be no myself or me
		No you, him, us, or we
But an inclusive all would be to blame


It took me a moment to figure
		Out the safety on the trigger
Then “I,” (or “Us”), prepared to do the dirty deed

Then the barrel found my temple
		And as it settled into the dimple
A still small voice did my “selves” choose to heed


Hence a moment of clarity 
		Harkened me to posterity
And I thought what a legacy to leave behind

“Can’t we all find a way
		To save this miserable day
And avoid a broken body for someone to find”


And then deep within my soul
		I felt and heard a simple drum roll
And the differing sides of me just subsided

And with my mind now as one
		I worked to get this all undone
The whole business of this stuff I derided


And tis now true of fact
		That I survived this ordeal intact
And lived to raise my face unto the sky
 
And here now as it ends
		I find I’ve made good friends
With the “Me”, the “Myself,” and the “I”


Thank you for taking the time to share in my poetry. Please feel free to leave your thoughts 
or comments here on this page. 

J. Scott Burns...

Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010

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Losing Someone to Cancer

I did speak with them, seemed very confused.

Apparently from what I have been told,
the cancer has gotten worse, and has 
began invading the rest of the body…

The hospice nurse doesn’t,
think they will be with us much longer…

They don’t know where they are living, can't 
remember me seeing them recently, can't 
remember me talking with them yesterday...

I know that this is very depressing news,
and if it weren't for friends and family,
I would be going crazy…

For it is hard to lose a loved one,
whether it be family or friend…

Since we don't know, when that fateful day
will happen, we can only take it one day at a time,
I only hope and pray that they won't suffer, I would
 rather see them be in a coma, and not have 
the pain and suffering…

I know that sounds harsh, however,
I don't want them to suffer, I want them
 to go in there sleep….

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2007

Copyright © Sandra Hoban | Year Posted 2012

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Hearing the Words

Although my voice rose in volume
his ears rejected the sounds,
unable to distinguish the words.

Speaking to his back,
I felt like a mime without a mirror.
My heart grieved at the loss,
no longer able to reach the one 
I had laughed with, and loved, 
all of my adult life.

But his eyes spoke eloquently,
his smile erased my anger,
and his kiss warmed me to my toes.

New hearing aids brought his world
into sharper focus and now the words
bounce off walls like cymbals on a drum.

"Three thousand dollars," he grumps.
"and I prefer the silence."


 




 


Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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February Winds

Sunday morning
time for sabbath sacraments.

He steps into gusty wind,
some fat splatter sweeps of raindrops,
fall across his porch roof
on down through roaring river valley,
forceful push, then ebb,
February wind storm with rain,
a wondrous primal pair
he adores.

Neighbor birds start liturgical dance
and ritual songs of regeneration
without him.
Already flying quick floating dives
into drama time,
singing back to Brother Wind
howling on his way.

Calling, chanting cantors, conjoin
swelling sacred anti-gravity songs
co-arise blissful sweeping sound,
karmic atmosphere swirls time-rich
sacred rites across his house-bound skin.

Sound of incense sweeps down his river,
north to south with warmer hopes and economic intentions,
remind him time for political baptism.

She incants from the bathtub
in short gusts of warm blast enculturation,
joining his internal gospel choir,
chirps her oppositional descant
challenging and prophesying and occupying
in full-voiced roar of need
as want
right now,
and seldom bothers a please,
much less a thanks
for caring as best he can
to hear her appositional rhythms and patterns,
irritating flows of hard-blown breath
with attitude.

Storm and brew
birds cheer rage in her brain
shouting at co-arising gravity
to blow another way
within her exegetical universe,
her way,
the only way
she can imagine
to function in a reverse and upside down
political world of unheard powerlessness
when inside
she can only find her loud-voiced demands
to turn life around,
spin this slippery wind of Earth
to blow in her right liturgical way.

Baptism completes this wind drenched requiem
of full-life as anti-death survival
to cooperate this week's regenerate vocational intent
and ecopolitical practice.

She joins her dad
for one last look
through jaundiced eye
at drenching rain that could fly back
from whence it came
if only wiser timed to start this day.

Birds now pray their benedictions
quietly in wind-protected nests
while he listens to swollen postlude protest
against eco-agitating time,
uprooting old gnarled systems
decayed for newer holistic use
as compost fades into swaying trees
flown back to join upriver's grace of windblown time,
and forth to rejoin downstream's centerous roots
through winter purging Earth
decomposing dance.

He closes his door to time's external grace
to watch a smile warmly cross her chronic face
like a gust of refreshing wind
through a rainy karmic life.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Mind, Body, Soul

Thought is a given

Right and wrong are choices we must decide

Wisdom instead of Ignorance

Peace of mind brings happiness

What we eat is who we are and choose to be

Run, walk, it should not matter - it all counts in the end

So many choices; yoga, self improvement, it's all good

Look in the mirror - what do you see

Decisions, decisions, don't put it off - now is the time

Our bodies deserve better

Deep inside our Soul beckons for more

What shall you do

Copyright © Neal Churchill | Year Posted 2015

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Life's Little Secrets



Jack is my name, laughter is my game If I can make just one person giggle It's mission accomplished for me It's my goal in life in my retirement years I'm happy so why not let some of it rub off Everyone gets to where I am eventually Unless war or some unfortunate mishap Interrupts their journey along the way Personally, I've been extremely fortunate Never really suffered from any serious health issues Might say I'm possibly putting a jinx on myself If you believe in that sort of stuff... which I don't I put it down to good genes... A healthy lifestyle and exercise Once you adjust, the routine becomes a lot easier Until you actually look forward to the daily routine As you greet each brand new day I WISH YOU MUCH LUCK!!! © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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Fire God Speaks Out

Angry FireGod sneers sarcasm,
"Not warm enough yet?"
"Still too much clean water and air
and other healthy stuff,
like sun-baked red chili peppers?"

Excuse me,
I was under the impression
that I invited you for my interview,
which would involve me asking you questions,
and not so much of that anger and fear rhetoric.
So, why do you threaten our health and safety,
and the lives of our great grandchildren?

Oh! You do not want to see
your great grandchildren
looking into my Firey Fusion Future!
They drown on shrinking dry barren continents
suffering an epidemic of post traumatic stress disorder,
in collective overpopulation-underfed and -watered shock,
realizing they cannot bring another generation of homo not so sapiens
into their monoculturally swarming parasitic population
occupying egocentric prophets of rabid doom!

OK, I've got that, really, you are scaring me.
Could we ramp the negative energy down a notch?
I do interviews; not therapy.

Sure, actually a notch less negative yang energy
would be just about right into Tipping Point balance.
The difference between an ecotherapist of permacultural planning
and a dialectical geometric technician of 4D information
in cooperative bicameral networks is,
well,...Zero
using  PolyNomial +1 = DoubleNegative-PolyNomial (-/-)0-squared soul 
bilaterally co-gravitating this unfolding evolving universe
of ExteriorLeft/InteriorRight = Uracil+/(-,-)Cytosine,

Interior/Exterior Landscape balancing Permaculture
is your "eternal diastatic notnot-firey pit TransParent Cosmology" definition of RNA's ionic regenerative,
self-imposed,
positive OVER negative mission?

That's my ecoEarth-rooted technology for ecological balancing purposes,
which is probably a difference of about one revolutionary bicameral notch
back down toward LeftEgoYang = RightEcoYin-squared TransMillennial EnLightenment
= c-squared = Eulerian Prime Function-squared = (0)-squared soul double-dipolar-arising boundary.

What are you proposing, or researching, or suggesting, or implying, or ecologizing,
or analogizing, or trying to enculturate? 
What is your primary outcome agenda?
Is it the Fire and Brimstone Panic crisis motivation
or your hope that an entire humane-natured species
is co-emerging toward bicameral ecoconsciousness?

Well, yes, but maybe no.
My agenda is to support regenerative health.
That's what all the Prime Yin/Yang Climate Systems,
water within air, Guanine dipolar within Adenine
fire within soil, Cytosine dipolar within Uracil
do and are,
both become and are already CoPresent Presence.
But, yes,
political and economic implications 
of why PolyNomial Yang and NotNotPolyNomial Yin-squared
co-gravitation balance as TransParent CosMetricology,
negentropically double-fractal-octaved = neg-elational-squared
dipolar field function for bicameral form as co-arising function
calculators and processors,
network designers and permacultural developers
of both internal and external landscape health and safety and
passion for eco-regenerativity as Positive EgoTherapy,

All of these and this and more
help tip academic and religious sectors toward each other
political and economic self-governors, like parents,
toward each other, rather than apart, 
co-arising cooperatives 
and their diastatic positive-balanced network supportive communities,
co-op poly-enculturation 
as regenerative local/global balancing health optimization.

Kind of a Taoist Zen U-squared Zeroist ConScience?

Yes, science, technology, engineering and group mathematics
(0)-sum interest revolution-regenerative
as RNA-iconic and ionic balanced consciousness
about our original intent to thrive future polyculturing generations,
evolving toward our Zero-ecocentric bicameral co-op,
globally empathic cellular induction-positive,
followed by deductive double-timed negative exhalation,
breathing ego-cells within this rhythm of rich-salty surfing time,
interdependent
integrative communality
breathing in metric ZenSoul,
breathing out 4-Prime Dimensional SpaceTime STEM Universe.

So, why not just say that, then?
Why all this Hellfire and Brimstone PostMillennial Prophecy?

Because no one wants to read all those words,
research all that math and science,
evolutionary stuff about Group Theory,
and InFormation Systems Design,
and Gaming Theory with OnLine WinWin, and WinLose Applications,
Cooperative Economic and Political EcoTherapeutic Theory,
Discussion and Dialogue, Communication Technology, Frames, ChoiceMaking Games and Strategies,
Health and Therapy Sciences,
much less Buckminster Fuller's Synergetics,
or even Permaculture Design
for Exterior, or Positive Psychology Interior, Landscapes.

Too many words;
too many notes.
Easier to huff and puff
until our overly competitive ego-centric hypocrisy 
falls down.
Better to paint a hot-fired, wilting,
dying picture instead,
to foreshadow breathing through bicameral therapy
of eco-scientific natural systems,
designed to grow health
and safety
and Earth-subsidiary solidarity of DNA/RNA Tribes 
as co-arising love,
ecoconscious CoPresence.

Light my fire?

Light as fire's flaming great transitional time.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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YangyYolks with YinYin-Whites

Start and end each day,
and life,
with a taoist egg.

I doubt my eggs are religious.

No, but they are natural,
organic incubators, 
co-arising binomial yolk form
with white-transparent regenerative function,
teleology,
and cosmology, maybe,
if you're a chicken,
or a turkey, or a sitting duck.

So you say. 
I guess these eggs are merely metaphysical.

You might best remove "merely" from "metaphysical"
lest you perpetuate an oxymoron.
Metasystemic physics,
like life, 
at their best, and most permanently encultured, 
have room for religion and spirituality, 
as well as economic science and eco-logical nature.

OK, but I'm not absorbing this metaphysics
of a co-arising incubator,
or an egg,
or whatever.

Eggs are temporary organic incubators.
Therefore, comparatively Closed-Set,
double-boundary individuated.
Only their exterior shells 
remain actively interdependent with their environ-mental 
risk and opportunity.
This double-boundary formating eco-centric development
responds to thermodynamic balance
at both yolk-cellular
and transparent organic/holistic fuel,
energy,
fertilizer,
compost levels
of 4-RNAchannel co-operatively balancing synergetic organization.
Eggs are sensitive to co-gravitational pressure
and have bilaterally limited tolerance levels for speed of climatic change,
which interact with their relative temperatures,
temporal sense of heat and cold,
breathing in and out,
slower warm and faster cold.

Maybe I am lost in the forest of your analogizing
but sounds more like you are co-arising
well-composted ego in these eggs.
And, this shell sounds like a scientific paradigm,
with some seriously revolutionary boundary issues,
mutually incompatibility building up a defensive perimeter, 
anti-inductive while pro-deductive
of in-formation dissonance
protecting internal design process,
even language and enculturation,
secluding indigenous specialists to research within,
maybe.
Still not seeing the Tao in this egg, 
or ego,
or co-arising incubator,
or whatever whenever 
originates
and cultivates 
new life.

If Yang is the power of yolked formation,
incarnation,
while Yin is bilateral flow and function
of ecologically positive octave-frequency nutrients,
regeneratively composting embryonic fractal forms
of RNA-rooted teleological function,
grace,
then which is this full-colored economic health-yolk
and which is this transparent ecological webbish white,
and is it healthier if they tango gracefully,
or tangle bad karmically?

OK, yes, now I see the taoist, well-timed, egg. This begins to feel like egg-cooking class for a vegan. Now what?

An embryo is a "budh", 
if you are a conscientific Buddha-brain
co-arising embryo,
and a "bud"
in English.
If you imagine your Left brain ego-identification
as your egg's DNA's yolk-center
being fed most eco-nutritiously 
by your RNA-inclusive 
SuperEco Right-Only Bilateral
Not-Languaged/Eco-Exegesis
TransParenting cultural fuel-power 
of yin bilateral light squared = c-squared 
= e-squared Wisdom,
that might be how a post-millennial eco-scientist
would incubate,
design,
and research, 
and nondually bicamerate incarnation,
comprehensively con-scientific 
polyculturally co-operative 
co-arising consciousness
as co-regenerative enlightenment.

So, we are all economic scientists balancing ego-logical 
as eco-normative systems.  
Homo Bicameral Sapiens as EcoNomists.

Almost. 
But, because Yang (+) ego/eco-bodies
are dipolar incarnations 
of Yin's transparently co-arising eco-soul intention,
Yin is Yang equivalent only as squared,
or double-negatived,
or double-bound,
or double-identified,
or both-and
as well as either-or,
or dipolarly frac-taled,
like RNA strings of regenerating in-metaphysic-formation,
coincidentally co-arising
balancing eco-binomial 
[prime root of "polynomial"] 
Right intuitive fractal-octave frequency harmonic
in RNA's spacetime natural co-arising systemic consciousness.

Wow, dude, that's some really esoteric shit you've been smoking!
Left-yolks just bangin' gracefully away
with Right
ransParently flowing evolutionary information
of eco-conscientific revolutions.

Maybe, 
but sticking with generic embryonic Left-brain beginnings,
embryonics, genetics, metaphysics,
a bicameral Taoist ego language developer
might re-paradigm "esoteric" as "eco-terra"--
Earth's ecological syntax-normative
autonomic intelligence,
as ubiquitously displayed
in fractal-root tree structures
of healthy temporal-spatial cellular development,
emerging from aptic-universally transparent
plasmatic
perma-cultural awareness
appreciation of a more aptic-thru-synaptically inclusive
bicameral Right-unitarian with Left-universalist eco-consciousness.

Now you're saying we are a species of anonymous Buddhists,
Taoists,
and also Unitarian Universalists?
You know,
that "anonymous Christian" conjecture
by Hans Kung
really didn't get great reviews
from many multi-religious exegetes.

Yes,
but Christianity is a theistically framed view
of our shared eco-consciousness,
our Original Story,
while UUs,
Taoists,
and Buddhists
emerge naturally bilateral co-arising principles of shared consciousness
as self-proclaiming exegetical teleology
incarnating systematic theology;
an ecologic of Fuller's Universal Intelligence,
Yang-Form with Yin-Function, nondually unitarian,
assumes co-gravitational balance as transparent purpose
toward discerning ego-satisfactory meaning (and "meme"ing),
for "Universe",
"Earth", and all DNA/RNA encrypted Earth Tribes
sharing a cooperative vocation
to balance our co-gravitational solidarity
with our thermodynamic eco-DNA/RNA harmonic default preference
for Win-Win mutual Yolk and White subsidiarity,
reverse-hierarchical governance eco-norms,
electromagnetic with elder webbed transparent nutrients
co-mentoring infant yolk.

I think more rainbowed folks
will like these yolks
but I'm not so sure our whites
will appreciate such co-arising/co-falling transparency.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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Rummy's Mantra

“its ok“….he justifies it….”I have been hurt”
so he tosses back one more….seeking incoherence
that serves as his sanity….and his brand new bravery

it becomes his friend, as he swigs this rotgut…
takes control without a sound….(sneaky devil)
solemnly he stood on a blank street crying
into a wind that was too frigid to care
wounds too raw and rampant to console him
(in all his empty stark patterns and narcissism)

funny when you destroy pure love given freely
what is left is just a blind burst of bleeding
guilt and terror consumed his thoughts 
until he couldn’t face the eyes staring back
another chug and apocryphal bliss found
once again at the empty end of a lush’s swill

why not….when whiskey is warm…burns a bit
but calms the nerves and his are torn in shreds
(hasn’t got much too lose now does he)

“its ok“….he justifies it….”I have been hurt”
so he tosses back one more……seeking incoherence
that serves as his sanity….and his brand new bravery

he faces the world backwards in a prison bars jar
and sadly enough its lonely with steel walls 
(of your own making) as you bury your face
in a broken sand and the shoreline moistens
from your drunken weeping and wail of wine

poor man….who are you….does anyone know you?
stagger a little and sunken gray sockets bulge
Stooped shoulders and demeanor of a lost soul
sorrow fills my heart for you….as you waste a life
(thrown out like useless rubbish)
trashed by your own bruised hands and hollow cheeks

“its ok” he tells himself “I’ve been hurt”
so he tosses back one more…..seeking incoherence 
that serves as his sanity….and his brand new bravery

Copyright © Christie Moses | Year Posted 2009

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Living on borrowed time

Got the news today, from the doctor, my love
It's much worse than you or I could ever dream of
Never thought that I could be leaving, you, so soon
It's too hard to take, looks like we are doomed.
I really would love to be with you,
but I can't stay.
I guess you'll be fine,
without me anyway.
I know it's hard for you to understand,
why things happen this way,
wasn't part of our plan.
But you'll carry on, and be strong,
because...you have to be,
It doesn't really matter any more,
if you still love me...because, I'm
living on borrowed time, you see,
Not much time left for you and me.
So let's enjoy ourselves together
right to the end, cause
Dying is so much better,
having your best friend.

John Derek Hamilton November 1,2015

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

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Witchdoctors

The poor child groaned
while his mother moaned
''Ah, he's possessed, 
oh, he's been 
bewitched'', 
Superstition bemoaned.

To the witchdoctor she 
sped
and was back with 
murky potions
such yucky stinky lotions
those mythical 
concoctions

The woman obeyed the 
wily witchdoctor
Placed belief in that 
traditional healer
and the poor child still 
groaned
but his mama no longer 
moaned
After two days of 
treatment
and no lessening of 
predicament
she thought he needed
something more potent
When all it turned out to 
be
was a toothache dent! 

But she would hear of 
no dentist
Like all quacks her 
witchdoctor
had fooled her five 
senses
For his spells and his 
chants
held her too in a trance
Quite a weird weirdo is 
he
Beware the medicine-
man!
Beware that vodoo 
magic and witchcraft
That survive on the 
gullible and daft.

Copyright © S.zaynub Kamoonpuri | Year Posted 2014

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StepSister Princess

No! Cut this piece here!
No! Not there!
Why didn't you cut it right?

says Princess StepSister's
hyper-ventilated syndrome,
jonesing for her next pork chop.

I would have finished
but you bellowed me away
in your Ugly StepSister voice
demanding from open refrigerator door
that collard greens must stop evaporating
behind your eyes.

Ugly StepSister?
Did you just call me a StepSister?

I'm just saying
you think you're a Whatever Princess
but you don't act like one
because, as you know,
princesses are always kind
and say please and thank you
and not whatever,
and seldom if ever bark and bite 
at the hands created to lovingly feed them
for the next several years;

while Ugly StepSisters
act like whatever bullies,
talk like ballistic assault weapons.

Which is why
Cinderellas are selected to dance
with Prince Charmings,
and thereby become kind Princesses,
rather than stuck in Ugly StepSister roles and rules,
harping at Prince Charming Dads
to cut their pork chops faster,
and better,
and now,
if not yesterday.

Oh...
Would you cut my pork please, in smaller pieces,
and not take your usual gimpy time, thank you?

Why of course my Princess,
I love to live your Prince Clumsy.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Open to Evolutionaries

Dear Andrew Cohen,

I am riveted by “Evolutionary Enlightenment: A New Path to Spiritual Awakening.”  Your theme that enlightenment need not be limited to elitist and eisegetical experiences, memory, but invites us to become co-travelers in and through an evolutionary epic opera, feels both important and strategic for this climatically transitional time.

Perhaps because I just finished reading Charles Eisenstein’s “Sacred Economics,” which also tells an evolutionary creation story of nature's value, I am hearing your voice as inviting evolution toward the primal economic value of health. Not just healthy outcomes for human nature, but for all of Earth’s Tribes.

I am also influenced by at least three other evolutionary models that offer some interesting collective redundancy about evolution of consciousness emerging toward a cultural revolution of bicamerally balanced (Julian Jaynes, evolutionary developmental psychology of Left-brain language and cultural bicameral dissonance) eco-consciousness as eco-logic, a dialectic co-arising Earth’s RNA enculturation with AnthroCentric DNA as YangDominant ecobalancing YinRecessive regenerational CQI Standards for health assurance, surviving thru thriving, inclusively polycultural equity in diastatic/climax universal spacetime.

Where you think of “vertical momentum,” I read deep Exterior/Interior Landscape Ecologically Rooted Cooperative UnEarthing.

Where you choose “creative,” I choose regenerative therapy [PermaCultural].

Where you remind us, and warn us, that “ [t]he evolutionarily enlightened soul lives for change” I want to nuance eco-consciousness is of both positive and negative change, both nurturing and toxic, and more polyculturally enlightened ecosystems nurture therapeutic, healthy change, and disinvest of pathological, dissonantly unhealthy and both economically and ecologically irrational change. Wow, that was kind of long, so you can see, perhaps, I am also influenced by the geometric systems of mind revolutionary Prime-Relationship dynamic system theory of Buckminster Fuller.

So, again, where you choose “change” I would probably choose “optimizing polycultural health” of positively deviant evolutionary trends. (recommend www.positivedeviance.org kind of a health-related social-evolutionary systems theory, producing surprisingly positive health and safety outcomes). Makes me wonder what positively deviant characteristics, patterns, lifestyle decisions, economic and political decisions might we find in the population of seasoned ecotherapists and feminist-permaculturists and organic farmers?

“we are part of a process that is [cooperatively] going somewhere.” Again, while I realize this word “cooperative” may be implied by our evolutionary context for you, that is not necessarily the perspective of more marginalized, stigmatized, under-valued readers who understand our evolution story as profoundly Win-Lose competitive. I learned in grade school that the theory of evolution supports the historical accuracy of survival of the fittest; certainly suggesting it would be to one’s advantage to at least steer away from those who are the least fittest, as these are inevitably hopeless losers in life’s crapshoot.

It is both good and important news, then, that Earth’s evolution of ecoconsciousness is both positively trending toward polyculturally cooperative interdependent health optimization, while monocultural competitive independent wealth deposits have already begun to wilt.

“Most human beings don’t live for change.” but do live for love, synergy, healthy thrival, which requires developmental change.

I suspect our deep “preconscious orientation toward stasis” is also a deep dis-logical cultural orientation toward Win-Lose political/relational and economic/normative/monomial competition stasis.

While “living for change” does indeed sound “unbearable,” living for sustainable polyculturally-inclusive cooperative health-therapy for Me and We sounds like an opulent life of Beloved Community abundance; could at least be a shared hope among the evolutionarily enlightened.

To conclude, for fear of excessive redundancy, from p. 185, your sentences in quotes, with my perhaps too dense nuancing in brackets:

“The cultural ego is the [Left brain dominant-languaged OVER Right brain recessive-inductive] status quo, which lives in both our [Left] conscious [language] and [Right-autonomic temporal-syntaxed, regeneratively functioned] unconscious [unlanguaged] minds.”

“It [cultural ego] consists of all the deeply held images and conditioned [norms of Earth’s ecological positive/negative] beliefs that define for us what [evolutionary] life is supposed to look like.” [cooperatively struggling with, not competing against while using Win-Lose Evolutionary Gaming Programs and stories, language, absorbed into an ecoculturally dissonant struggle with insufficiency, lack of adequacy, shortness of ego’s time]

Which brings me to the third teleological evolutionary theory in my life, an emerging PostMillennial Taoism, perhaps. Where we struggle against our unraveling Left-brain dominant straight white male over-representation on the “Most Likely to Stay Healthy through Future Generations”, I see Yang power, paradigmatically parallel to Buckminster Fuller’s “convex polynomial universal energy”; and where we struggle with our Right-brain recessive non-white, not-straight, feminist over-representation on the “Most Likely to Help all of us Stay Healthy through Future Generations, I see YinYin as WinWin integrating opulent flow-pattern frequencies, paradigmatically parallel to B Fuller’s “concave bilateral unitarian dipolar co-arising/co-falling Time,” breathing in this healthy intimacy of sacred eco-conscious passion, to breathe out cooperative peace inclusive of all Earth’s Tribes.

Do you happen to know what I mean?

With warm regard, Namaste,

0-Liver Glory

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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We Are All Angry

No, Speaker Ryan,

I respect your mind and your feelings, but we are not all angry.
In fact, some of us think it is a somewhat pathological idea
to try to develop healthy and equitable policies for others
out of anger and fear,
when we could choose motivations of cooperative love and peace.

I am sorry you are angry,
but please do not project  your concerns about lack of viable outcomes
onto cooperation-motivated me,
and millions of others who believe that integral-synergetic love is
and should be
stronger and healthier than anger and fear of loss,
who know pathological policy environments
are unlikely to evolve therapeutic regenerative resolutions
toward optimally healthy outcomes 
for you, or me, or Earth,
for god, or light, or Earth's co-arising Therapeutic Time,
much less all three.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Not posting for a while

Due to health of Dad, I will not be posting new poems for a while.
Things are going downhill fast....
I will still read other poets when time permits.

Quality time spent with him is more important at this time. 
 
I do appreciate all of you for your support
on my scribbles and for the warm welcome 
that has been given me.

If you pray, I will ask for prayers for all involved.

Thank you ahead of time.

Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2012

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Revolutionary Story

They called their gang The ReVolutionaries,
my Father Sun and Mother Earth drew time with them,
but they often called themselves Yang and YinYin,
respectively and mutually respectful
yet privately erotic,
not so much politically and economically
where Yang could not fit in for rabid competition
and YinYin could not alone float
her dipolar WinWin health-care priority boat.

Where was I in my Creation Geneology,
YinYin?

Once again
you did not get past much of a preliminary introduction,
without me,
Sugar Daddy Yang.

Oh yes,
Father Sun and Mother Earth
got together co-gravitationally,
first creating a nondual revolution
out of spacetime's co-arising
and revolving implied-fractal-seasoned syntax,
natural systemic order of healthy evolution,
as not-not pathologically dual-dark devolution,
probably too much Yin-recessive
in this Yang-dominant Creation Story.

Even so,
Father Sun with Mother Earth
revolved their bilateral health potential.
Then, next time you know,
here you are,
bangin around with too-dominant Left-brained Yang,
slippin' in some wise ol' tough love,
stirrin' up your Owl with your Moose Medicine
for stronger regenerative tissue issues,
still struggling between SunPowerLens
and EarthFlowLens,
primally RNA-balanced
informating regenerative health and therapy relationship
re-issues 
articulating as bicamerally climatic neural-temporal boundary tissue,
or is it the other way?

So confusing
all this time travel appositional and dialectical health language,
like RNA,
pointing toward your lovely
and always mindful
DiPolar EcoPresence as HereNow Time
in self-refining, reiteratively flowing,
spring of love's rich nutritional water and incarnate soil,
soul mating Heaven's fire warm photosynthetic
transformational
co-redemptively climaxing air
of sweeping surfing elating Time's Full ReGenerate Occupation,
living still within our TransParent Elders,
of which we each share equal DNA/RNA
neural-temporal 
regenerative-fractal Implicate-Concave Orders of rhythm and pattern and syntax,
folding and unfolding,
holonic-Holy Exegetical Syntax Scripture
teleologizing
enriching
enculturing
composting time's revolutionary health
through TransParent CoOperating Golden Rule
of Prime (0)-soul/soil, ego/eco, Interior/Exterior,
Fractal PolyCultural Relationship.

That's nice, Daddy Yang,
having said all that,
I'm wondering if I might add
that as I most kindly remember,
there are two sides to every Creation Story,
one is Ego's Yang Exterior Universal view,
while EcoOther YinYin echoes 
our Interior Landscape
nondual co-arising love for empathic capacity as rich nutritional experience,
co-elational syntax-voices of primal feeling and knowing
Yang/Yin is healthier as LoseSome BusinessAsUsual
to WinSome YinYin Tipping Point CoOperative Wisdom.

Yet even this wu wei PostMillennial TaoZen Bicameral Hybrid Story
is not the Fat Lady Death's Door final message you are fearing
within YinYin's WinWin EcoRevolutionary
0-soul Creation Story
of a bicamerally self-optimizing health and safety global network
with local cooperative poli-economic communication guilds,
nutrient 0-interest investment through implementation 
polycultural local ecosystemic-balancing glory,
cooperating our WinWin Mutual PolyEnculturation Story.

YinYin,
namaste for your generous and kind-natured
right-time reminder,
to win dialogical Solitaire,
not only does Yang Ego
think therefore I Win,
but nondual co-arising of Right-time's sequence
and dialect
syntaxed cards of Other
cooperatively win this balancing fractal 4 spacetimed
principle of steering co-gravitational positivity,
implied predelivery doctors and progenitors 
of ReGenetic-Health Optimization Time,
most sacred Positive BiCameral Psychology
of more humane natural ecosystems,
RNA-iconic as ionic,
CoMessianic Cross with Tao-Time Universal 
Black full-diastatic and dipolar synaptic 
absorbs WhiteNoise Aptic EcoPresent TransParentcy, 
and vice versa with reverse-temporal imaging ecoconscious
capacity.

We are both GooeyRight
and PricklyLeft
more truly balanced as positive/negative deviant equity seekers,
healthy optimizers
ecotherapeutic lovers of peace with ecojustice,
evolving an Ego/Eco Deductive/Inductive ConScience
of BiNomial (0)-Centric 4D spacetime
as our CoOperative Creation Story.

Group Theory's Zero-bilateral symmetrical
implied dipolar function as bilinear double-bound soul
could be RealTime expressed:
fold,
unfold,
refold,
pregenitive full-4 revolutionary closure Byte-Fold Balance,
inside-double-negative with outside double-boundaried
dynamically revolving,
waving-linear Tao-sign,
principle of thermodynamic balancing dipolarity.

PolyNomial ++ evolves WinWin equivalent
to LoseLose (--) NotNot PolyNomial 4D
spacetime prime 0-centric
Origin Point of Language and Scripture
toward future's (0)Mega Point Bicameral Creation Story
as EcoPresent Now,
our timeless invitation into full healthy love,
life as co-empathic bicameral love-positive,
restrained only by its absence,
cognitive-affective 
neural informating 
health/pathology-dissonance,
heading toward climatic long-term TransMillennial effects
of chronic stress,
sleep deprivation,
overly competitive ecosystems 
of all paradigmatic 
and polymorphic varieties,
and crappy nightmare 
claustrophobic 
death and dying dreams.

Yang space flows through YinYin Time's Light
as Time's syntaxed memory folds and unfolds,
refolds and prefolds revolutionary ecosystemic transitions,
emerging Full-PolyCultural
Diastatically Elational
Climaxing 
Beloved PolyPathic 
BiCameral Communicating
Interior Landscaped LoveNow-EcoTherapySpace.

Was that my Fat Lady
YinYin?

Now you know I am just right for you;
you're the one getting too hefty
for your own internal and external balancing capacity.

Maybe I need more exercise.

Maybe you need to get off me,
and help me paddle...
Did I say "paddle"?

Yes, love
I know,
you mean to flow your Revolution Creation Story
right through PostMillennial cooperative enculturation.








Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Home Remedy

Banished to the front porch
brother, sister and I lay, 
dispirited, on quilt pallets,

with knees drawn up 
to meet our chins,

spewing forth to the ground
the meager contents
of our aching stomachs.

Mom called it "Summer Complaint."
She took her third arm,
the garden hoe, into the woods.

The roots, scrubbed and boiled,
imparted a brew so bitter

we choked and sputtered
but drank, at her command,
with faces skewed, lips puckered.

Not the worst of Mother’s
home remedies brewed
in her country kitchen,
but close. 

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Mom's Malaise, part two

A couple of years later, at age 19, this farm girl married and, true to her Catholic
upbringing, began having children. She had four live births and four miscarriages over the course of less than seven years, long before the idea of “post-partum” depression was even a gleam of understanding in anyone’s mind.  After the birth of her fourth child, a girl who would grow up to study environmental sciences and eventually draw the correlation between that first atomic explosion and her mother’s first episode of mental, emotional and physical distress, that infant had to be taken by her aunt and uncle to care for lest she perish from failure to thrive because by this time, mom was so deeply depressed, she was unable to care for her newborn.  

In those days there was no such thing as mental health care, no understanding at all of how to nourish the brain or detox the body from the effects of poisons and radiation…for indeed these advances are only recently gaining traction and still only in the realm of “alternative health care”.  With no understanding of her condition, or of what would even constitute appropriate care, her state of mind and body continued to deteriorate. After more than one suicidal episode and losing her children to foster care while she entered a treatment and rehabilitation facility, she was eventually diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic and manic-depressive, giving her husband sufficient justification to divorce her and blame her parents for not telling him that she was mentally deficient before he married her. Even the Catholic Church agreed and granted an annulment of the marriage that produced his four live children and four miscarriages while he served in the Air Force and left her to care for his children while he was away for years at a time overseas on unaccompanied assignments. But nevertheless, the marriage was officially annulled so that he could marry again sanctioned by the Church and his Catholic bride could continue to take unholy communion in mass.

Copyright © Linda Witt-King | Year Posted 2010

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Gaia Out Speaks

Queen Gaia
of Earth's Shabbat
is here to speak today.

Unfortunately,
she can only sign,
and the only way she can see
is through our DNA/RNA fractally-balancing syntax,
so she has asked if she could respond to your questions,
as she understands them
within Time,
who are her TransParent Gender Memories,

YangGod, of Physical Convex Special Case Universe,
and Goddess YinYin,
of metaphysical RNA-temporal syntax,
both bilaterally and bicamerally-reiteratively balancing
Earth Tribes of organic ecosystemic processors,
and planters and dialectical planners,
with interdependently balancing consumer and production functions,
exegeting iconic communication
about natural-empirical facts of Earth's nutritional life,
with Zero-centric dialectical neutral tone and energy
and spacetime,
+/(-,-) neural-synaptic/aptic
ecotemporal balance of Time's transparent memory.

Wow, go Gloria,
you optimize my Mother's BiCameral Pretensions
with such dense summary
of WinWin's PolyCultural HealthCare and Safety CQI 
CoOperative Agenda!

About which we are facing some increasingly climatic issues
of ecosystemically pathological trends
throughout our full RNAcentric EcoLens,
and through our DNAcentric AnthroLens,
where correlational trends
of human political and economic and nutritional systemic ends
of all paradigmatic cultural dialects
are now at both high and deep levels of pathological risk,
as well as polycultural and cooperative health opportunity
to mutually embrace this Transitional Time,
remembering our Golden Rule applies
through both our AnthroLens
and our EcoLens.

Thank you for that background summary
of your unfortunately limited synergetic flow power
during this Yin-recessive moment
within YanGod's precessive, evolutionary transition
toward full-balancing Interior with Exterior,
Ego with Eco, DiPolar Identities
of Time's polycultural diversity.

I don't know how many questions you will invest
with all your climatic signing
necessary to be heard and seen right now,
trying to gently calm all the "Loser!" angers and fears
within critical-transitional, revolutionary change,
so I will ask my personal favorite
because I find it so curious:

"Queen Gaia, don't you think it would be Bodhisattva Warrior timely
to come out of your bisexual agenda closet?"

You know, that is one of my favorite questions too,
in part because it took me so long to hear it.

It is difficult to hear and comprehend climatic questions
that you are confident you have already responded toward,
signed with sufficient redundancy
as to be ridiculously ubiquitously flying in obviousness.
Of course our RNA and DNA memory embryonic strings
are full dipolar-engendered,
so how could Queen Gaia of Shabbat's historical-cultural Creation Story
be anything other than TransParent Yang/YinYin as WinWin
evolutionary co-gravitational thermodynamic revolutioning balance
of BiLateral-Reiterative Genetic Time?

Species of systems,
like any possible imaginable metaphysical use of the word "system,"
must have Yang/Yin balanced-governance economics
to interdependently sustain synergetic dynamics,
positively healthy regeneration trends
capable of consumer and/or producer systemic function.
Neutrally (0)-balanced ecosystems,
sustained in RealTime cooperative interdependence,
are Positive-PolyCultural trending
and Negative-MonoCultural trending
dipolar BiNomial Balance of at least outsideness
as appositionally equivalent double-binding insideness,
cogravitational boundary of surfing BiGenderative Time.

So, yes,
Queen Gaia is BiGenderal
and therefore Shabbat signs
with DiPolar Syntax language,
with normative-neutral
ecosystemically BiGendering 
positive/light OVER negative/dual-bound transparent
equi-valent 4-seasons
of dialectical reason and co-intelligent in-formation
eco-flowing optimized,
nutritional flow of healthy resonant resolutional wealth,
celebrating Yang/Yin Golden EcoBalancing Rule
of Love/Synergy 
as co-arising Presence of mutual gratitude
for my Gift-It-Forward
ecologically evolutionary politically inclusive economy.

See, I knew we were sisters!
I mean,
how could the root nature of Time's Positive
equals Negative
climatic energy Shabbat
not continuously and confluently declare your BiGenderal
BiCameral
EcoConscientific Beauty!

Thanks. That means a lot,
especially right now
as we have arrived together
at such a critical moment.

OK, next question?

Well, perhaps I would add,
in defense of our timing
on this transgender balance of nature issue,
you do realize, I hope,
that millions of people
throughout Earth's ages
living within some level of transgender identity,
other than BusinessAsUsual missionary crusading hetero-anthro,
have understood "Queen Gaia of Shabbat"
quite deviantly from a Jewish concept
of a Queen Bee?
There are diverse nuances for "Queen"
which do not easily translate across dialects.

I can't tell you the number of times
we have looked in a lake or a river or a mirror
and imaged Queen Gaia in drag.
Imaging possibilities is how we recreate together,
usually within our own subcultural dialects.

Just as mutually therapeutic responsibility
is how we regenerate
as cooperative individuals
and as a species
and as this entire Shabbat Paradise-Potentiating Planet
of Earth's RNA/DNA ReGenerative Trees,
InFormating EcoMemory Rivers
dipolar rooting FireGod's transparent compost
of LoveLight to WinWin,
articulating (0)-centric 4D
photosynthetically 
endosymbiotically cellular
transformationally
diastatically optimizing natural growth trends
toward just-right Yang/Yin balanced exchange atmosphere
for Queen Gaia of Shabbat
to rise and shine sustained.

You do realize that you can sign what you just said
a lot faster than all the redundant nuances of my language
can capture,
trying to mono-transculturate polycultural regeneration?
I'm having trouble keeping up with you.

Well, try slowing down
looking at trees,
contemplating their root systems,
noticing how under-standing revolves 
eco-normics of a political integritree.








Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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The Poop of Life

THE POOP OF LIFE The poop word is a replacement For the other four letter word You know the one that means poop The one you have most likely heard There is a lot of poop in our life That is really like our body poop Both are really a necessity for living Let me give you the comparison scoop The type of food taken in your body Or what is fed into your life for you Will certainly determine precisely What type of poop you’re getting in to If you let the poop get all built up You tend to want to push and strain In hopes to hurry and force it out That can only cause cramps and pain Slow down and take a deep breath It really is always best to just relax The more you try to lighten up yourself The easier it will be for the poop to pass It’s time to worry if you have no poop Or if you just can’t get that poop out Keep it fresh and make room for more It feels great when it is all cleaned out A stall full of poop has the best worker As Proverbs 14:4 suggestively does say So a good worker does poop a lot Please don’t let it pile up for days No one wants to step in your poop Or even wants to see it for that matter We need to clean up our own poop Every little particle or a tiny splatter It is important to remember To always wipe twice It’s like double checking And it’s really the best advice If the same old poop is left Just everywhere lying around It only attracts the flies and scum Those pests from every part of town At times there may be a lot Of just stinky hot air Then sometimes you get The real poop coming there There are many different types Of shapes, sizes and textures With the daily poop we’re given The variety of life is measured I could probably go on and on Even you may think of more, I know So I’ll leave you with this one last note Try not to get caught in deep poop though Florence McMillian (Flo)

Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2012

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Allah and Buddha were Talking

You know what I think sometimes?
said Allah to Buddha,
Of course you do
and yet you don't.

I think I gave this gift of language
because you have a uniquely humanurtured gift
of comprehending
and transposing
and translating languages thru-out each and all Earth tribes,
but primally amongst your anthro-Allah loving selves.

Buddha thinks
we under-invest using this cooperatively intended gift
to speak clearly
and honestly
with candid integrity
about what "I need"
and what "I really do not need more of,
or any longer."

Perhaps at work
in your vocation
you get along confluently,
most folks act professionally
and politically
and socially
and economically
and ecologically
and healthily correct.

Yet, notice
next time
perhaps even within yourself,
within your family,
with your spouse,
with your kids
especially with those teenagers,
how much time do we invest
prattling happily
and sometimes ranting unhappily along
about what we want or wish for,
don't want and would never care to see
or hear
again;
now compare to your investment
conversing about what you most need
and what you most critically,
yet also chronically,
most specifically do not need
in your healthy intended and practiced life,
and in your death-trending non-life
of false wealthy abundance,
yet ultimate loss.

We might turn to our professional colleague at work
say "I could use a cup of coffee."
but we would probably never say,
"I need more stimulants in my system
or this situation will put me to sleep."

We might say to our oppositionally obsessed daughter,
"If you throw that one-eyed Zoe doll down the stairs again
in the middle of this clunky throbbing night,
you can predict its immediate demise
in the trashcan of life!!!"
but seldom think to say
"I need for us to figure out a less alarming way
for you to wake me
when you need my attention,
and for you to let me sleep
when you merely want me."

Why are we more comfortable
telling our life partners,
"I don't feel like it tonight"
and less comfortable adding,
"but a back and foot and scalp massage would be heaven."

Seems like we would all be somewhat healthier
wealthier
and wiser
if we were more articulate
about our bodies' "need" language
while less reductively focused on
our little ego's cognitive "want"
"don't want" messages.

And, for that matter,
Allah adds
it might be nicer
if your national and global political conversations
followed this same trend
of ecological body integrity
with Buddha-mind communication patterns.

Rather than
"If you keep killing those innocent victims,
I'm going to spank you
and starve you."
as if sociopathology had not had quite enough of both
rather than co-mentored love,
what about,
"I do not need you to lead us toward more death.
I do need you to do what we elected
and supported
and expected you to do,
to facilitate positive health and wealth trends
for me
and all Earth's Tribes,
for life,
and all Time's incarnating needs for health right now,
through future's timeless generations,
positively trending outcomes
rooted in needs and not needs,
not-so-much about what you want
and don't want
for your small-minded anthro-exclusive future."

Our global Buddha body,
Earth as Sanghakaya
multisystemic incarnational economic school of ecojustice,
evolves religious as cultural sanity
screaming for cooperative healing
while speaking PC
through appropriate channels
how nice we could all be
through competing for wealth
by following Allah's nature and nation-building rules
of healthy reason,
inclusive organic seasons without threat of treason.

Our bodies need to compete cooperatively
even more than our minds want
to cooperatively compete.

It                   We
IS                  ISn't
crazy              sane
to                   not to
kill                 communicate
against            with
those               you
"Allah              "Allah creation
has                  has not
created"           destroyed"
without             with
first                 terminally
sharing             killing
Allah                Allah creation's
beauty and joy  ugly and sorrow
hospitality         ballistics
generosity        competitive selfishness
integrity.          mendacity.

When economic interest in ego
exceeds equivalent value
for eco-logical interest
and comprehensive assurance coverage
in healthy wealth optimization,
then ego mind
operates out of cognitively dominant "want"
messages
rather than bodily-centered "eco-need"
messages,
rich environmental responses,
and healthy dialogue
of about and for optimizing life trends.

How could we incarnate
create
regenerate
economic or psychic wealth and health
not eco-logically balanced,
positively trending toward "beloved"
or "climax"
healthy-wealth nutritional optimization
meeting Continuous Quality Improvement
Permacultural Standards
of Positive Design
and universally-uniting, integral, dialectic Development?

And, even if we could,
Buddha body would hate it
and Western mind
would disrupt into further cognitive-reductive dissonance,
rather than this emerging eco-consciousness
of Allah's incarnating mind as body-wisdom,
seeing while seeking continuous religious experience.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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Faked

I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them




Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012