Long Abstractions Poems

Flint 
Within its brilliance gleaming
Cool black in lacquered polished silver chrome
Cranked up pistons bleached in summer’s heat
Hot steam rising as gears thundering
Beyond the crystal liquid city lights
Highways built across the land
In hearts felt pride American...

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I don't think it's just me.
I find myself challenged to change LeftBrain cognitive beliefs,
languaged abstractions of personal knowledge,
perhaps because it is not possible to change Right Brain's
Elder feelings of co-empathic trust
where dipolar co-arising mutual immunity
raises...

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I'm sure it was Rob Brezsny, again,
who first pointed out to me
that Western psychoanalysts give priority to pathologies within family relationships,
while Eastern analysts, more embedded in philosophies of interdependence,
begin with what nurturing health dynamics we...

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I stumbled over Paul Tillich's translation
of the MessiahMentor's Other Great Commission.

The Great Commission we learned in Sunday School
was to go out and convert the barbarians
and savages to Christianity.

Yet this Other Great Commission feels like a...

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Theoretical abstractions,
reductive hard word choices,
to describe and prescribe spiritual experiences
are unsatisfactory for daily consumption and absorption
as they reify exceptions to your Business As Usual,
which is probably LeftBrain patriarchally dominant.

Exceptional Left-Right bicameral ego/eco-consciousness,
of natureLeft-spiritRight nondual co-arising...

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I have been reading Jennifer Nordstrom's contributions
to the resilient Green Sanctuary,
a collaboratory production
giving birth to "Justice On Earth"--
which seems quite different than Donald Trump's
view of how to rebirth America's former patriarchal colonizing greatness,
yet again.

"Justice On...

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I seldom indulge in letter writing 
Because I consider it 
To be a cold and illusory 
Means of communication. 
I will only send someone a letter 
If I'm certain it's going to serve 
A definite...

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"Nature yields to artifice,
not artifice to nature."
Iain McGilchrist

Winning yields to lost and last identity,
not ego-loss to healthier winnings,
more ecosystemically robust.

LeftWing values for transparent
inclusive
democratic rights
more than royalistic wrongs,
yield to RightWing 
nationalistic 
white supremacy,
not artifice to integrity
of...

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Those rarer men I once fondly 
knew...                            ...

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ReGenerating MultiCultural Ecologies

Our unwhole Uniting States'
degenerative republic governing system
was designed by white patriarchal representatives
to expand our polarizing divide
between what a true European Native USA Representative
Senator
CEO supremely looks like,
resonantly sounds like,
resilient health feels like
competing WinLose defensive...

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Creation Stories
Salvation Narratives
regenerate,
together win/win co-operate
bodhisattva risks
and universal opportunities
for mutual co-investment

In sacred meaning
as also interdependent ecological webs
of blue/green
Heaven/Earth
Patristic/Matriarchal
enlightening/empowering
mono/poly-theistic
communal myths,

Anthrosupremacists
need to feel divinely re-inspired
win/win strategically salvific protagonists
re-activists
multiculturally adept communal mediators
Win/Winning within these co-passionate narratives.

It's win/lose
either/or
LeftBrain verbally
unredemptively 
retributively...

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What are your values and disvalues of and for power?

What are the political powers and weaknesses,
incapacities,
of economic value?
What is not for sale?
What is available, but only without commodification,
without any form of quantitative price paid in...

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The younger Albert Einstein
was more intrigued by geometry of experience
than mere metaphysical abstractions.

During this younger time,
he wrote about bi-optical illusions
of Ego against Eco consciousness:

"This delusion is a kind of prison for us,
restricting us to our...

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It is my intimate physicality,
genderality,
sexual identity,
hormonality,
juiciality of love,
Yang-fused Eros rather than a less intensely elational Yin-Agape,
troubling me,
remaining dissonantly articulating
through aging bones of mind and body,
Theorem and Proof,
this despairing of time and place 
for expanding mutual...

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I. Theory

She is dark and her darkness frightens you. But as closer you come to her, the lighter the darkness becomes. How bright the light were, if a thousand suns would rise in the sky...

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As a writer, people are my vocation. 
As for humanity, men, women 
And other abstractions, 
Their interests constitute little more 
Than my hobby; I can only deal in people. 
As soon as I start dealing...

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Life As Perceived Reality

We believe and think what beings we are;  
Juiced up ready to expel our seeds
to create new generations of replications.  
Each with different bumps and rinds divided within, 
but in...

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The azure ocean, home to the embedded enormous incomprehensible riches of mysteries and riddles,
More than the Mars, lies unfathomed, underneath the conundrum of oceanic colossal rhythms. 

From the The Milky Sea Phenomenon, a sight captured...

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(for Jon Accomando)

mine was the last generation to be spanked. sensuous and real, w/ corporal punishment— at
least you felt something.
sadly, it too has been corrupted.
in the new violence no one raises a hand— eyebrows and...

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I know fundamentalists 
who confuse themselves with radical truth-tellers,
bedrock keepers of Allah/God/YHWH's Timeless Orthodox Tradition.

Fundamentalists are, however
prejudicially supremacist
in their idolatry of their own monoculturally True Tradition/Scripture/Wisdom/Pathway.
Where radicals portentiously include 
the entire multicultural-polypathic 
green rainbow of...

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You hear the term bandied about,
used to justify everything,
this catch-all phrase, ‘social justice,’
its praises some constantly sing.

It has become their shibboleth,
to oppose it is heresy,
should someone not buy into it
you will hear the chorus of...

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Pale white against the ghostly fog
Smoke curled for lack of oxygen
Black rim glasses hide, head bows
Conceal eyes of cool cat daddy-o

In dark, goatee, groomed and moody
Beret tilted silhouetted, covers identity
Captures blues wrapped in a sax
Brown...

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Is it to be something if nothing it is can be
The wheeling whirring cogs
In the cluttering clatter of atoms and stars
Whirring their physics into oblivion
Nothing more than the sum of all thier predictable parts
With their...

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PART II.

IV. 
there's no turning back...
when the landscapes change, when the rains come
submerged in solitary conversations
I'm unworthy to left gifts at your feet
so I wait and sleep in this desolate bothy
shattered and painfully conscious
and it's...

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No Conclusions, THE PROCESS OF PAINTING ***

Not often between lines.
Crossing lanes.  Consuming spaces.
 Ordering gray shadows
Like shaded fog or misty traces —
In a measure of displaced displays
Of reality’s clarity 
In impressions or abstractions,
To emphasize...

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