Best Mistrusted Poems

In memory of----

Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air.
Overwhelm by the scene -unbelievable footage
18 seconds  long, "I can't breathe."
My judgment "GONE"   stressing all night long
I use to fear...

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In memory of---- all lives taken by unfair justice.

 Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
 I sit here alone to forget the taste of air
Deluge by the scenery - unbelievable footage 18 seconds long,  
Eric Garner GONE... ...

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I’ve been deserted and forsaken, 
relinquished and reawakened.
Renounced and completely vacated,
living a life intensely complicated. 
In the throes of woes, I’m saturated. 

No more time of sincere elation, 
now only a lonely sensation.
To this pain shall I surrender?
I used to touch a hand so tender.
Now...

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Goodbye is a feast finished
The last morsel down the hatch
Improper to ask for seconds
No aperitif to this lonely hunger

For every goodbye must be a hello
Even if no one arrives home
Welcome your darkness, don't go
My mistrusted companion

I forgive your cloying reach
Can you recreate human touch?
Let me...

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Rebellious and independent,
a strong mind driven by intent;
see a face never mistrusted,
hear sincere words well-expressed...
no detail is insignificant.




 (C) Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci...

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Back in the height
of our pre-millennial military-industrial
post-revolutionary days
of competing excess...

No, love,
Stick with
Once upon our Sacred Times...

Once upon a time
here in the US of Northern Americas
we used a Reservation Model
to dispose of hopelessly disabled aboriginals,
too RightBrain prominent,
throw-back quasi-human
First EarthNation
Nature/Spirit pantheistic
wrong-languaged 
uncolonizing
uncultured Tribes.

Unfortunately,
not all primitive handicaps fit...

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All this long week
of early spring head colds
our National Public Radio informants
and performers,
speakers and listeners,
have been about the business of raising capital investments
preferably in their corporate direction,
to support further public broadcasting
for the benefit of our children
and their children,
and so on.

While this has often felt like...

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DT2 came to me, unwillingly and clandestinely,
only because he was referred by his mother,
who was concerned that he was growing up and out
to become an ego-terrorist,
and she had heard of my feminist work as ecotherapist--
so maybe her own WinWin hopes and dreams
for him
and her
and for...

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Before we had the LeftBrain eclipse word,
circa 1200s on back through space and time,
we had great sacred transformational co-arisings,
re-alignment as BlackHole icons
of ancient eco-alignments,
Yang solar resilience 
with Yin lunar resistance.

Before we had dualistic separation,
from sunlight's health,
with moon's waxing and waneing
planting and harvesting wisdom wealth,
we have...

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Always respect this combination of fire and wind,
she tentatively said,
after having listened for healthy and pathological winds
regenerating and degenerating,
investing in and divesting of,
yeasty flames of fertile dopamine.

They, like you,
co-arise of and from the landscapes
in which we have been raised,
co-dependent on therapeutically fueled,
fed,
nurtured information
available up to...

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In all things, give thanks.

Surrounded,
overwhelmed by claustrophobic depression,
gratitude.

Gratitude, a sacred noun,
positive attitude, a secular verb phase.

Depression and gratitude,
depressed gratitude,
mystical oxymoron.
Impossibly essential
potential.

Repression and victory.
Hope in and through blind and deaf,
senseless faith in power of positions
over doubling down negative
to co-arise resonant resolutions.

Suppression yet naked clarity,
dualdark yet light-squared
and...

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When I was about twelve
I began to see my future
as a ruthlessly effective
overpoweringly sublime advocate for justice 
as global peace outcomed and measured,
As a courtroom drama officer
of the U.S. multicultural Court EcoSystem,
A flaring hot attorney
of the U.S.
and global green
legal testosterone-preferred system.

When I was about sixteen,
I...

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There were moments when I couldn’t pray
Days when I just went my own way
I let God down… didn’t give Him esteem
The respect that He should have had
When I realized He was my Father, my Dad
The One who gave my heart it’s chance
To be filled with...

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my child, thru this prism
is how the dragonfly sees
life in a myriad of perception
and what i wish for you to learn
from this prism, these words
are that  there are many ways
life appears thru eyes
yours as well as another's

it is when you can see
thru the eyes...

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What my kids too often fail to notice,
and what I am guilty of weighing too lightly, 
to avoid timely discernment,
are contrasts in density of opportunity
and toxicity of risks
hidden within our values and disvalues
themselves.

Disvalues shallowly accepted for short-term Win-Lose strengths
of economic and political leverage,
to eventually overpower...

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