Best Refueling Poems
I laid out on my porch last night
Listening to coyotes rage a fight
I watched the moon with her bright, full face
Place a blanket of shadows o’er the landscape
Tree frogs croaked a lullaby
I saw night critters scamper by
I breathed in the cool, fresh night air
As my body gave up its daytime cares
Inside the house everyone was asleep
After praying the Lord their souls to keep
I simply marveled at this nighttime world
Watching Mother Nature play like a little girl
Stars were twinkling in the midnight sky
Even saw a satellite passing by
My mind was clear of whos, whats, whens and whys
The tear that fell was from a happy cry
I laid out on my porch last night
Refueling my soul for the coming light
Y/our relationship with ecology and economics
incarnates polypathically,
multisystemically therapeutic,
like positive human relationships
and richly fertile sacred dreams
between DNA's biological unfolding and Vitamin D's
absorbing ways.
Our actively cooperating economic design,
political intent,
power assumptions,
love,
light of truth,
beauty,
multisystemic refueling therapy
for ego and ecohealing community,
Appositionally driven
shriveled by exhausting lose-lose practices
feeding shriven anger,
silos of fear and suffering,
haunted by monopolistic
monochromatic
mindless monocultural nightmares
of Black Hole entropic proportion,
socioeconomic pathology
wilting and suffocating purgation
monotheistic punishment
pantheistic imprisonment.
Black hole reverse-eco-normic competition
never ends with enough,
timelessly continues longing for infinity
of heaven at hand.
Ecological cooperation soon builds diversely inclusive sufficiency,
together,
healthy warm kinda wealthy,
but just right,
pricklygoo co-invested
muse amusing culture.
If we don't fly apart first,
we might learn to fly
and swim
and breathe together,
drinking from the same aerobic/autonomic fountain of knowledge,
in bull-bear fueled nutritional flows and ebbing markets
polyculturally optimized self-with-other resilient design.
EcoTherapy practices peaceful Earth development,
proactively nurturing
co-passionate bipartisan
notBully/notBear balanced
therapeutic EarthTribal nutrition.
I lost something special
Just when I was at the threshold
The dark forces took hold
Many a time this has been told
Knowing now that new hands embrace
What was once mine this elegant gift of grace
Mesmerized I was the moment I faced
These thoughts I often retrace
The pleasure of leather and lace
A connection shared by one who was true
Transformed and taken by this evil shrew
It was all because of you this evil in her grew
Cruelly abused by the family she knew
Attracted to negative energies attraction
The alcohol is a chemical reaction
Be her method of usual distraction
Granting momentary satisfaction
Recognizing that the love of oneness is true
Does not leave me feeling blue
For loving still holds harder the glue
Refueling my spirit a new
To be patient for this is no game
Nor do I seek favor and fame
For loves fire overcomes the pain
No matter how far the distance you name
So, no matter where life carries you
No matter it is whatever you do
From stones and bullets by you
My love will always remain with you
I am reading
"Democracy in Black"
by Eddie S. Glaude, Jr.
but continue reconstructing this title
"Hypocrisy in Only White."
Because
when I let my memory
look back to my own self-interests in history
as archaeological digging and prying and discovery,
adventure and curiosity
of my internal ecological development,
I reweave back
through still on-going matriarchal lines
that include,
are shared with,
anyone capable of reading
and comprehending
these words of regenerating memory.
Back
to darker
denser
richer genes and memes
of cooperative to still thrive today,
saving competitions for survival moments.
Back to
better to prey together
side by side
as neanderthal brothers and sisters
than to grow predative
against each other.
This Golden Rule
of dark Afro-Eurasian
equatorial resonant depth
of historical origin
in normative play
at least until we substitute capitalism's
supremacist agendas
for rationalism's ego-ecocentric
reweaving memory
of this original Earth Mom
magical and mysterious
then worshiped and danced
ritualed and cooperative ownership co-governing,
then more modern radical eccentricities
forgetting our shared matriarchal
regenetic
memory of dualdark
hypocrisies of merely white inferiority
complexes
disease
dissonance
despair of remaining fully
who we together are,
where we have been
predating history
where we could return
each morning
with greatest polyphonic joy.
To paraphrase David Holmgren
(Permaculture, p. 113)
Containers were one essential organic innovation
necessary for this cooperative agrarian revolution.
Opportunities to refill organically produced bodies
are enormous
transitioning into recycling energy descent
for shared cooperative memory.
Reimaging full organic containers
is far better than sending us
away and down and out for recycling.
Most official ecopolitical waste reduction strategies
place little emphasis
on organic reuse refilling re-educating
deep ecologically learning containers,
or confuse WinWin refueling,
reweaving,
with capitalism's WinLose recycling,
switching productive containers
into merely consuming eventual empties,
bleached-out white-washed faded hypocrisies
of purest supremacy against nothing
deeply densely
richly resonantly valued.
Existence in Exile
Dispensing realities of parallel dimensions thrown into alternate extensions
Panoptical parasitical pretensions lie the overlords of illegitimate intentions
Chaos encroaches an anomaly serving the omnipresent obsolescent odyssey
Travelers of space-time unconsciously rediscovering the past sacred geometry
Hemispheres of dormant deceptions live deceivers of maleficent conceptions
In the cosmic corridors of corrections and refueling in the abyss of reflections
Within infinite bubbles of the multiverse navigating neglectfully we traverse
A catatonic continuum we immerse as we ride the eternal elliptical in reverse
For now we welcome the wormhole entering worlds of the carcinogenic cabal
Into oleaginous oblivions we crawl with ideological illusions we habitually haul
Within a consciousness condemned and realities severely sacrificially stemmed
Amidst a hellion hyperspace suspend will we arise altruistic aligned and amend?
May.19.2018
In 100 Years
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
My soul is an ocean..
I wade in euphoric waters all day
In my dreams I am a traveler
But when awoken I come to life
I swim along as the hours pass by
Until again I drift off into the night
Do you think it should be reversed?
Am I dreaming or awake?
Some think that it is a curse but
Against the grain is the bed that I make
My soul is an ocean..
I am at one with my mind
I might be human
A mere traveler by moonlight
To pass by the time
But in my heart I am sublime
Thoughts are waves
My feelings are the currents
I'm constantly wading, awaiting
Refueling in the waters that give me life
Tide pools for eyes
When you look at me am I there?
I am not lost
My soul is just an ocean..
The Human Race, 2017
There is no ‘White Supremacy’; there is no ‘Black Lives Matter’
But who has been refueling
To make this hatred fatter
It's never black and white, but everything in between
We are; The Human Race
And we differ in how we see
There is no ‘Rich Vs. Poor’; yet, less a ‘Middle Class’
Who is growing our dependencies?
To control the way we act
Where have gone the dreamers; small business, building lives
Who is costing us our future?
With taxes, fees, and lies
The pros and cons of history, so, why should statues fall?
Another way devised to blind us
And to keep the racial stalls
We are all in this together, and together we must stand
To recognize each other
To serve the common man
We are all in this together, and together we’ll be strong
Remember: We The People
Cause politics, will always, ‘play’ us wrong
© 2017 Jeffrey Spencer
Brown barren bush
stretches deep down
away from sun's refueling light
recalling our shared history
still composts Earth's co-invested
soil,
soulful mystery.
"Rejoin Earth's cooperative"
s/he says
marvelously,
reinvesting in humane religion.
S/he sways silent aloha peace
namaste
have our enlightened day
empowering together.
I look away
to write to us
about us
with us
for us
emerging,
evolving our co-revolving Roots
in eggs like seeds,
sacred breeds
and divine feeds.
Citadel of wits and tricks
Who appears wimpish;
But your back is stronger
And harder than Olumo rock,
And the great walls of China;
Citadel of wits and tricks
Who staggers like a Kampf panzer,
Through thick and thin,
Rough and tough terrains unscathed
You who have no foundation,
But, your house is sturdier
Than Buckingham palace,
I salute you
You,
Whose legs are short
But covers miles without refueling...
You, who stump, trump, trample,
Hustle and bustle
Where the high and mighty
Fear to thread
I salute you
The day a swart of hungry crocodiles
Stumble on you,
Their knife-like fangs become obsolete
When a swarm of starving lions encounter you,
They go home angry and hungry
A black, insidious mamba
Retreats and recoil
When it confronts you
The day a stray elephant
Steps on you,
It looses balance
The panzer who cannot fire a cannon
But repels a thousand loose cannons
With it's impregnable back,
I salute you
Citadel of wisdom, wits and tricks
Whom our sacred African oracles rely on,
I salute you!
On Sundays I go to the bank
So I can fill up my gas tank
I dislike refueling
When Putin is drooling
But I'm just a typical Yank
After required Thanksgiving Day
and depressing night
I awoke surprised
by release into ego-homelessness.
What could sad night despairs mean?
Reiterating loss of grateful identity
mysteriously disappearing through this habitat's coldly absent roof
of sacred grace
space.
Why would capital depression,
RightBrain suppression
and historic patriarchal suppression
suddenly gang up more gracefully,
less threateningly,
on ZeroZone ego-homelessness
freely chosen
before rudely thrown out
for lack of paternal place.
RightBrain fullness of soul
remains ZeroZen timeless re-identification
with one empty homeless side
without exterior shelter.
But, for how long could eternity reweave
temporary housed DNA souls
becoming Earth's healthy resilient lifeline?
Advent invites homeless nurturing adventures
into matriarchal kindness, silent advances
into wildly blind blizzards
binding sun's enchanting rainbow promise
watering returns to Earth's temporary spring sanctuary
refueling DNA's homeless
yet robust
absence of perpetually living boundaries
Toward, rather than against, Earth's healthy wealth
future identity transgenerating
transubstantiating temporary sanctuaries
in humane health-identity space,
Earth's co-arising sacred time
of ego's non-sectarian summer
for ecology's ecstatic climate climax.
Mutually homeless failing falling theology pilgrims,
EgoYang and EcoYin polypathic souls
overshadowed
by Earth's great green sanctuary
assigned to re-study timeless regenetic root systems
playing WinWin ZeroSoul revolutionary games
for homeless trusted identity, sheltering
from wildly wounded wandering
within chronic asylum anxiety,
Lost in lonely inside forests
quaking,
outside breaking
patriarchal fake-sanctuary voices
inside cooperative matriarchal wombing choices.
A lot of cold windy Dad talk
trumped
in each infant WinWin womb
by Mom's resolute inside nutritional walk.
Homeless ego child
re-connecting inside this eco-womb,
preparing to journey home again
by sacred light of wintry advent's dawn
After thanksgiving days
and depressing night
re-awakening surprise
of ego's wandering
health-rooted adventurous soul
revolution dawning in darkest brights.
I often am reminded
we are far more alike than different,
we all enter and exit through co-arising windows
of wombed opportunity
and wounded risk.
Yet, I wonder,
as I converse with bicamerally horizontal trees
and bipartisan
heart-trunk
refueling bushes
Each breathing in productive fuel
and breathing out consumer satisfaction,
or not so much
each regenerating and decomposing season
How far more winter dormant alike
our summer summoned season reasons
than neuro-diversely different
are RNA's DNA younger crowning branches
of sacred Earth's polypathic
root systemic treasons
LoveLife framed
resiliently entering and exiting
through co-arising windows
of wombed win/win
cooperative opportunity
springtime roots
and wounded win/lose
competitively risky
autumnal leaving crowns.
January 27 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 28-29
Key Verse – Exodus 28:36 And thou shalt make a plate of pure gold, and grave upon it, like the engravings of a signet, HOLINESS TO THE LORD.
FAITH IN GOD WHO CALLS US TOWARD HIS HOLINESS
God calls us toward His holiness by His divine anointing
As He brings us to His fellowship for spiritual meeting
With His salvation-assurance, eternally supporting
Along driven faith for our altar of sacrifice-uplifting.
God calls us toward His holiness by His sinless offering
As He cleanses us midst His blood-washed suffering
With His purification in our revival-flaring
Along propelled faith for our consecration’s continual gearing.
God calls us toward His holiness by His effective sanctifying
As He commands us that His Word we should keep on obeying
With His Scriptural truths, indeed worth-relying
Along increasing faith for our commitment in fervent praying.
God calls us toward His holiness by His marvelous making
As He upholds us to be faithful stewards in His working
With His strength amidst trials while to His covenant, sticking
Along devoted faith for our testimony to glow against temptation-blinking.
God calls us toward His holiness by His righteous appraising
As He pours to us His abundant supply and blessing
With His joyful redemption against sinful oppressing
Along Biblical faith for our worship of grateful praising.
God calls us toward His holiness by His powerful touching
As He speaks to us through His preaching
With His doctrines we learn in discipleship’s teaching
Along growing faith for our involvement in Gospel out-reaching.
God calls us toward His holiness by His everlasting calling
As He lets us experience His love, never failing
With His wisdom, mercy, and care for our refueling
Along guarded faith for our service that He is always fulfilling.
January 27, 2025
The face of a beautiful dream is your friendship
I see that without complaints and am content with all
This face is my love than a a deep sea
I knew your picture that never erase in my life
Everything about you makes me pleasure
Knowledge about you was always perfect
Your smile alone sent me over the edge
Be forever on your company
Others ask me your name but
I am familiar with your pleading eyes
I don’t know what it is so
And I judge with your soul
With you my sky was green
And grass was blue
And my body gets refueling
Before I tackle more
Your presence is precious
Than good deeds that I seek
Hope you have sufficient patience for all
I find the guidance in your presence
This face is my life-boat and
Everything beautiful in the world
Then I leave from my worries
Yet we were what we were love make at all.
my sigh of relief is
my flyswatter of release
i wrap my left hand tightly
around the handle and kill
all that blocks my forward
view
my sigh of relief is
my extravagant
exhalation period
i get up off of the
cold, damp ground
and begin my New
Journey floating
my sigh of relief is
my personal, needed
church service
i get on my knees and
give God Thanks and
Praise and feel better
like Kisses from Heaven
my sigh of relief is
my surefire way back
to Me
i prepare breakfast for
the Next Day's refueling
and then i say a little Prayer
of Recharge and Resurgence
for My Self....