We’re in a young-love recession.
Gen Zers are slow to trust and averse to risk,
we have, it seems, a particular social nervousness
about interpersonal exchanges and the symbiosis of love.
So we resort to situationships (undefined relationships),
a stratagem for closeness, with zero commitment.
You can flirt; you can kiss; you can dance.
You can have a crush so big it blots out the stars
You can have transformative romantic encounters
you can care deeply and get hurt badly
you can, in fact, be absolutely wrecked by love
All without ever being in a relationship.
Thank God we’re only young once.
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Songs for this:
Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars
Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter
Four characters make the fantastic team,
after cosmic rays exposure in the outer space
on an experimental probing mission,
each member acquires unique prodigious abilities.
Fantastic Reed, the leader, a virtuoso scientist
and a shape-shifter intellectual strategist,
his wife Sue, with empowered invisibility weaves
force-fields as formidable defense asset.
Her younger hot-headed brother, Johnny, the human torch,
turns into flame and a blaze in flight.
Reed’s best friend, Ben, the thing, a mutated rock-skinned
superhuman monstrous powerhouse with a tender heart.
The Fantastic Four's adventures involve
exploration of the different spatial aspects,
roaming with fortitude through dimensions,
in the uncharted regions of the universe,
from the Negative Zone to the stellar space,
facing and dealing with cosmic and evil threats,
as a family team, dynamic albeit dysfunctional,
amalgamated by interpersonal relationship and solidarity.
An iconic and long-term segment of Marvel comics,
its impact extending beyond comics into other storylines,
The Fantastic Four are more than superheroes,
they are the first family of the Marvel Universe.
I wonder...
If RightWing Activists
are, thereby,
actively against
Allies of a healthy
cooperative
co-invested
compassionate democracy.
If RightMind disempowered pessimists
lack Win/Win enlightened grace
to feel unconditional warm economies
of politically organic love
in sacred time and space.
If RightHand monotheistic powers
could ever learn
from divine experience
to become more bicamerally
GreenLiberal/RedConservational
co-ecstatic
If Left/Right circling spectral lights
of win/win thriving Egos
worshipping our sacred shared
sexual EcoSystems
become, thereby,
compassionate peace-thriving
intrapersonal repairs
supporting resilient interpersonal partnerships,
resonant teams,
and 7-regeneration sustainable,
multisensory health and safety
communions
unions,
transcendently co-empathic
As when GreenNoise Wonder
grows in nonverbal compassion,
integrity of sacred
Red Holesome
inviting robust Awe.
“All the world's knowledge is now at our fingertips. But the same technology is robbing us of interpersonal relationships and deeper insights.” - By Poet
I stretched my cupped hands,
To hold the manna dropped from above.
Through the gap between my fingers,
Much of it leaked away.
I deeply regretted my clumsiness,
For wasting what I could have saved,
As every drop of it being so precious.
But soon I got over my remorse,
As, I saw a dog licking it up,
Appeasing its gnawing hunger.
Thought of the poor Biblical Lazarus.
Had Dives been extra careful,
Not to drop even a crumb of bread
He would have died of starvation!
As this thought came to me,
A new insight dawned on me.
Letting go off was now easier.
Slowly knew, there was greater pleasure,
In sharing than in hoarding!
We dance beneath a carousel of blood
Tears flowing from the eyes causing a flood
We're just damned by our own intentions
Brewed by our interpersonal tensions
Lightning lances lively, and we're losing
Because reality is what we keep refusing
When there is no defusing mistakes we're choosing
It's bruising and abusing but we keep accusing
Each other of this nightmare we're dealt
When it's hard to have talked about how we felt
What does it mean to see an infernal prison to one born free
This ship we ride is brittle battling a bristling sea
But the fact is eventually the carousel stops spinning
And even the devil can't stop from grinning
For we have awoken the harbinger of end times
And we all must atone for our sins and crimes
So when you gaze into the unfathomable eyes of the abyss
Know that death awaits with a little kiss
And maybe then you will know it when you see
What an infernal prison means to one born free
There is no guarantee
when it comes to the
heart...
though love released with
sincere eternity – our carriers,
though Homers of loyal wings
transverse a sky of hawks
There is no guarantee
when it comes to matters
of interpersonal love – only God knows
man's truest beats – for the mortal heart
is an aggressor
while also retreats
Love, indeed!~ is a campaign of sorts
armies of feelings going forth
entrenchment on both sides
love often hides
while never a victory without
two fond surrenders
We all get religion
when we succumb to intimate sacred events
of our sexual sensuality
Integrity's vast
yet intimate
love potential
Some of us also experience passions
of politically empowering economics
when we win/win cum
to remember cooperative health
climaxes
Stemming from regenerative
resonant root systems
polyculturing rich harmony
Interpersonal
inter-religious
inter-embodied,
transpirited transport
fully abundant
whole sum
cooperative "churched" integrity
Of inter-connected
Anthro and Earth public
climate sublime multicultures
of and for
toward and from health
With double-binding
win/win sacred non-zero sum solidarity
open, sacramental integrity
Whole GoldenRuled
Positively Holy
Holonic systems
Left/Right
West/East
North/South
Up/Down
Out/InFormation
bilateral dipolar
co-arising balance
co-passionately thought
and serene outflow felt
PolyPathic potential
for sacred health
climaxing
globally co-passionate
green eco-churched wealth
of peaking
abundantly robust
and resilient
neuro-sensory
integrity--
Sometimes euro-capitalist predative
Sometimes praying serene
co-empathic healing meditations.
Kim: “So, your plan was to win him with awkwardness?”
Me: “No, my plan is to be as sarcastic as humanly possible and see if he can handle it.”
Kim: “You are SO good at the interpersonal stuff”
Me: “ I so hope college guys get me - I’m out of sync with these high school durks.“
Some see power as personal,
feel light as intimate belonging,
interpersonal hope and faith and love.
For these,
life's experience and memory
are theologically driven from above,
explained,
hoped for,
and feared when lost,
abandoned
neglected
repeatedly abused.
Others hear power as planetary evolution,
sometimes climaxing in intense revolutions
of painful loss
and gainful passion
within nature/spirit nonduality
Transcending autonomous ego-body/mind association
and dissociation.
For these,
love's compassion and losses
are ecologically embedded,
reiterated,
actively hoped for,
And feared economic and political
and ultimate individuating risk
of fading through fragile depressed eco-unlogical despair
and suppressed political terror
about co-passioning Earth's mortality,
As if this personal Goddess
could someday die
while humanity claims Rapture
elsewhere.
Messengers
are seldom the most powerful voices
in Earth's wombed room.
Listeners,
whether intrapersonal individuals
or interpersonal incorporated persons
and both,
listening to the most diverse voices
usually become cooperatively empowered
advocates for Earth's open rooms
birthing eco/theo-logical Grace
from within God's re-creating history
as above Gaia's Paradise
cooperatively heard muses,
colors of vibrant heart music.
Ego sung and Eco-danced
with light and dualdark messengers
solar
and lunar
and in-between
co-arising transubstantiations
gathering revolutionary therapeutic powers
for health of multiculturing happiness
or monocultural sadness
Buzzing messengers,
joy-filled sin-clear angels,
silent but lively superpowers
becoming cooperatively re-invested
in polypathic listening,
then polyphonic speaking,
then polycultural re-listening again
then polynomially re-iterating yet again
then multiculturally hearing
everyday eco-messengers
actively healing and disturbing ego-listeners
cooperating yet again.
Prejudice and malice
Both besotted beggars
Gamboling, galumphing, griping and gripping a solstice
In limpid lives whose tigers and daggers
Stagger, simulate and strut along
Craven
Oblong, wrong on a song gong
Sloven and driven
Unexpectedly pop up in interpersonal interactions
Writhing like serpents
Wreaking heady havoc in their insurrections
Contents, events, proponents and deponents
To defy, modify and stupefy logic
Contemplate disunity
In a rogue republic
Whose unity
The besotted beggars bring down
Tearing one member from another
Assuming every crown
Becomes anathema as Jack and Jill like each other
To the detriment
Discord prejudice and malice promote and quote
In every contrary condiment
Ever taught or caught.
Speaking for myself,
at my WinWin best,
My ideal learning life classroom
is outside
in mountain sage
and pine
and birch forests
overlooking a considerably more Pacific Ocean,
Relieved of burdens for future
climate pathology.
Necessary and sufficient
for this WinWin day,
this breath,
this leisurely walk without undue weight,
And perhaps another
after sufficient rest
from LoseLose unrest.
Where I am OK
not to get perfect WinWin scores
if right and left midway
merge away
from LoseLose
intercontinental
and interpersonal ballistic trends.
Longevity of life
Involves a great amount of
Courage and requires
Kindness
Empathy
Tenderness
Yourself respect
Speed of a lifetime
Possesses many twists
Leading us down
Interpersonal roads
Till death doth us part.
4/9/2018
Contest Lickety Split.
youngest progeny Shana Aubrey Harris did need
recipient (thine offspring)
received private lessons to help her lead
a supposed "normal" life,
thus this biological papa did heed
and amenable, lovable, valuable rudiments
of classroom ABC's a challenging deed
for thee lass aye helped beget, yet
a quiet riotous soiree
along information super highway got set
within my imagination
achingly longing to compose a poem
for this righteous dignified dame whose net
whose, incalculable interpersonal worth
voiced melodically ineluctably seduced, sans mirth
and athletic physique
goaded this married father
to attempt some organization awakened image (to be,
or not to be dwelling) within remote hamlet
with rustic cabin crackling hearth
dormant libido (bereft within marriage)
toward some unknown outcome,
yet how grand to parlay pregnant girth
without intent to convey any further details
cuz message of unequivocal charm
minus additional intent for physical interaction
brought joie de vivre deliverance on this Earth.
In America, you can buy anything ...
if you got enough money
Purchase yourself a new identity,
but do you got enough money
to get the plastic surgery
And of course, there’s always the black market
to provide near-perfect counterfeit ID
If you got enough money,
that is who you can now be
All access society,
all interpersonal variety
Love comes in any size or shade
Mail order brides can arrive
special delivery shipped overnight
Only one little problem: ain’t none of it free
You can buy anything in America,
if you got enough money
Straight cash can get a power broker
to sell you some heavy peddle influence
You can make a lot of noise,
yelling in the private suite
of the owner of the Dallas Cowboys
But that takes some serious money
If you like living in seven-star hotels,
plush spa chateau villas
How ‘bout living in the air on a private jet
that ain’t even being sold on the market yet
You can buy it all, right here in America,
if you got enough money, cous
But there’s only one little loophole:
don’t you be the one getting sold!
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