Come by here, Lord,
Kum ba 'eah;
Come by here, Land,
Kum ba yeah;
Come by here, Love,
Kum ba yah;
Oh, EarthSoul Mama,
come by here!
Someone's singin'
Someone's swingin'
Someone's in pain
Someone's dyin'
Someone's laughin'
while Someone's weepin'
Someone's prayin', LandedLady,
Kum ba here.
Each of us contains
a therapeutic difference
Between bad news trauma
from suffering and pain
untimely lost,
Amid degenerating chronic loss
of resilient healthy prospects
Someone's coming, Land
with aging bones,
with deep Earth longing
to appreciate this difference
Between ego and eco-fragmentation
despair of timeless souls,
capitalization
commodification
buying and selling out
positive regenerating hope
for negative ungenerously depraved profits.
Come by here, EarthBodies
of wisdom to re-attach repairing climates
with vulnerably resonant messages,
re-memories of Earth's detritional enslavement,
of apartheid bought
and sold embodied souls
From non-elite historic elders past
prayin' for reparations
restoring youngsters health wealth futures,
Home safe journeys, Earth reparations
kum ba here.
Energy descent
need not predict financial descent
by inviting cooperative ownership and governance instead.
Just as democratizing love descent
need not predict hate and terror and paranoid acceleration
when love could invite more polypathic
and polyphonic
and polycultural outcomes,
creolizing multicultures of omnipotent abundance
instead.
Just as climates of ecopolitical pathology descent
need not predict 0-sum
Win To Lose Later
Industrial Capitalization Game-Over
when positive energy invites more diastatic flowing landscapes,
cultures of regenerative health
watering flowers
and not so much our weeds.
YangEgo is endosymbiotic
as Yin EcoHome grows ectosymbiotic.
These two faces of cooperative change
dipolar co-arise creolization,
transubstantiation,
metamorphic re-acclimation
within as without;
Interior landscape evolution
as exterior climates of great and small transitional revolutions.
everyone in the legs of the soul
have the earth
and from the earth
are growing tall trees
no one knows
why in their mess
you
and I
a fit of madness.
Numberless climates, the depraved world is swimming in gravy in climatic types, (Situations, Positions) the hour essences, high- and low- pressure, erring vital organ cleaning, rehearse prayer, scrub the intellect and soul in company with a air compressor. Be pleased for having lessor.
- Loverboi
Cold climates on Earth
Life does exist there thou'
Not suited to men