Doldrum days, nothing i say make them go on their way. Away with their festering pain, smiting down the mentally sane. Bright burning light in the day bringing the sight to the brave is so close, for life has its many splendors and wonders, and for that we must endure all the thunderclouds and sunder, as we ponder of life ever after, its shaky and incomprehensible cries and laughter. many speak and rebuttal all the acclimations of the extreme and the subtle.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
All this fighting must be stopped, plant your roots and grow or suffocate and rot, for the low never prosper in their filth and clots, and they will never glow, glow with enlightenment and the knowing of the know. You may never spark your light when your eyes carry only freight and not a shred of adventure, so look around at the pyres of your passions which radiate your loves and indentures, they will guide you through this path to your above.
Categories:
acclimations, angst,
Form: Free verse
How would an infant speak and listen with a sparrow?
Like a bird?
In tweeted feelings
and benign twitters of belonging together
and voracious caws of young impatient hunger.
How is that different than leaders
speaking cooperatively with each dignified other,
different than non-violent communicators for better or worse,
richer with poorer,
'til death tears us apart?
Sending our prime nature-spirited relationships
off and out convexly yang
to reunite in future healthy yinfants
speaking with yang/yin both/and flying neighbors
after listening carefully for win/win articulating needs
and co-empathic slow-grown feelings
co-arising nondual ZeroZone co-gravitating
enthymematic communications
co-acclimations
revolutionary creolizations
humane/divine-flight sublimations
resilient airborne transubstantiations
viral chirping co-expressions
polyculturing impressions
multicultural affirmations
integral questions
Why would an infant speak and listen like a bird?
Categories:
acclimations, anti bullying, community, health,
Form: Political Verse
Capital means head,
whether healthy or swollen.
That leading toward healthy wealth place
and pace.
Capital is where my head is at today.
Capitalism may be where my competing head has turned
while social and natural eco-capital
could become where our cooperative hearts evolve,
revolve,
resolve,
resound,
rebound,
refound.
Hearts, like minds,
are bicameral,
as embodied arms and legs,
eyes and ears,
and even nostrils,
are bilateral,
even syncretically stereophonic
stretching dance to rhythmic sound.
Capital grows where my EitherOr deductive head works out Win or Lose
and revolves more therapeutically
where my BothAnd inductive heart plays out
and in,
up and down,
diastatic through stasis,
regenerative through degenerate,
love through terror of ego-loss,
to re-ingenerate again.
We can throw our capitalistic arms against each other
yet we all breathe and beat
this same cooperative capital
wu wei,
MidWay
Yang with YinYin
WinWin.
Categories:
acclimations, health, heart, humor, money,
Form: Political Verse