Best Degenerate Poems

nastiness of degenerate souls,
 hate and murder in their guile,
 seething, never happy, whole,
 causing pain, etched on their dial,
 hatreds face, is not worthwhile,
 black-hearted EVIL demon style,
 Logic thinks a suffering soul,
 pays a price for murder's role,
 where to suffer something vile......

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I'm reading "Daring Democracy,"
Frances Moore Lappe and Adam Eichen,
noticing here too
racial justice glops onto EarthJustice.

This isn't news,
although maybe gospel GoodNews,
that polycultural regenerativity
and multicultural democratic health
are two reverse faces
of White
and Climate
Fragility,

In turn,
the ancient green health/wealth Face
resisting white nation-state western privilege,
militarism
colonialism
patriarchalism
nature/spirit dualism
fundamentalism

Anti-evangelical multicultural health,
regenerative wealth.

I lay my...

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No principles 
Only pleasures
They will bend the ledgers 
For their own gain
At the cost of others pain...

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Living
is our shared regenerative tradition
as Earthlings,

And dying
is our autonomously
separating
fading degenerative position
as former organic life systems
living ego-identified upon
and economic-ecologically within
an organic Sun/Earth Revolving HealthSystem
spiraling through Time
revolving through Space,
a global organic ecohabitat network.

Anthropoid memory
of matriarchal history
proscribes unrealistic feelings
by prescribing realistic natural images
outside which remain only negatively describable
as...

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A more prolific key
to preventing a sinful monoculture of crime
is recreating a sincere inclusive climate 
for trauma prevention

Just as a more robust tool
for healing narcissistic egocentrism
is curiosity to understand
catastrophic anthro-supremacism

Just as a more effective resource
for ending investment
in militaristic nationalism
is to promulgate polycultural panentheism,
robust solidarity extending...

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I used to scrub my memory clean
I packed the sadness
Into an old cupboard
Before I packed my tiredness
Into the night
And slept soundly
I locked the rain and the wind outside
I never let the cupboard open nor let the sun in
Hoping that the sadness will degenerate and walk...

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