Best Rigging Poems
racing wind ignores clothes
freezing thoughts in sudden pain
ignored for stubborn gain
If you rigged this evolutionary Game of Life
as if it were Win/Win Polyculturally Universal
Yang/Yintegral Love/Love
defaulted,
[so LoveSelf = LoveOther is
InteriorMind Ego = ExteriorBody EcoEarthTribe
Not SelfIdentity = NotSelf SpaceTime-Yintegral Other
/Yang EgoSpace]
then wouldn't you tend to think of life
as a (0)-soul-Zen Basic Attendance
polymath buddha-path
Timeless ego-as-eco-holon
Earth WuWay
co-inviting all bipartisan Me/We participants
to arrive at our Climax of EcoConsciousness Advent
together
BiCamerally co-arising,
rather like uncovering that last turned-upsidedown card
in a global game of solitaire
with a fully optimized Win/Win ReSolution,
when you suddenly comprehend
"We have won!"
because each card won a true=Win placement position
allowing us to line up all our win/win pursuits
and communication frames
and interdependent paradigms
As if with full intent and will
of each co-informing card
regenerating positive order
from what appeared to be negatively random chaos.
No humane card can win alone,
like trying to clap with one hand
But,
in right relationship with a full systemic deck,
each win/win strategic choice
will declare positive potential
within a Beloved Cooperative Experiencde!
(at last...at last...our co-empathic time turns!)
But only as all racing species resolve and resonate,
co-emerge our win/win Adventure
co-revolving Ego/Eco bilateral solidarity
Global WeMind
as one EarthTribe
of CoOperative MeBody,
authentically enlightened
empowering ego/eco-integrity.
Our bodies work just like machines
Without a warranty.
To know how long each part may last
We have to wait and see.
Certain joints may need replacing
And, through surgery or meds,
Organs may require assistance
So we’re not stuck in our beds.
As we age we may not be prepared
To face the well-known fact
That in older bodies, all the parts
Do not remain intact.
Thus we jerry-rig the wires
And replace the triple A’s,
Hoping that will be enough to help
Extend our waning days.
Are we not our graves digging,
With the keenest interest in rigging,
The first to be buried our image;
“To Electoral Franchise: Savage?
Are we not behind greatly lagging,
When the Neutral Press we keep gagging,
The next to be silenced Plain Truth;
A despot imaged as today’s Ruth…
Often, the time to befriend hell’s thugs,
Remember they don’t need your hugs,
Lover of carpets you take to rugs;
Very few things could say ‘No’ to Drugs…
Election rigged is a virgin raped,
Never count it that you have escaped;
In the robes of Molester draped;
Don’t expect a future well-shaped.