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I grew up gay
and singing in musicals.
At the time, these two seemed coincidental,
diassociated,
although in retrospect....
Some dancing too
but with no training in that area,
more about singing.
I grew up with
The Hills are Alive with the Sound of Music.
Then I stopped growing up,
and went about the sometimes cooperative business
of Mastering
Community Economic Development
Public Administration
Divinity (which Bucky would call Synergy)
and certifications
Permaculture Design,
Then I began growing out,
and shorter,
singing The Earth is Alive
in all Six NeuroSenses of Musical Adaptations.
Now I'm growing more deeply
into long term polycultural ecotherapeutic outcome planning,
cooperative economic and political health-investment,
for both interior and exterior landscapes,
polypathing co-elationally
to bicameral rhythmic heart beat and air flow,
dancing a PanTheistic Opera
as synergetically possible
through ReLigious ReGenesis
WinWin co-invested networks.
They are everywhere
once you learn to see through mind-wealth/body-health balance,
polycultural prime fractal energy octaves,
e-squared power = c-squared light
to bicameral eyes, and rooting trees,
well-pitched ears,
listening for EarthTribe sounds of music
Feeling bilateral precessive flow
like a tornado of peak sexsensory synergy
in slow,
sustained,
resiliently re-connecting
resonant love-life pace
of sacred Earth-mind gratitude
for less bad
secularized Anthro-body attitude
Loving the lively hills
and internal valleys
for calming flash mob
unmusical anger management
while dancing
crown/root re-ligious prancing
mind/body amusing skills
musically romancing.
In a nutritional communication sense
we are all adopting muses
within this open Universe
with health v pathology EarthTribe intelligence,
with curious and courageous Natural/Spiritual Ego
ZeroZone Centers.
CAdoption adds natural integrity
to spiritual dignity
of WinWin cooperative LeftYang-RightYin intent
longing to abide peacefully in green sanctuary communions
of co-responsive love,
transparently deductive persons
with vulnerably inductive health,
with politically transportive freedom to universally empower love
to economically transubstantiate freedom from patriarchal dominance
of LeftBrain disintegrating RightWing aggression,
CoAdaptive adoptions add divine integrity to humane dignity's potential
ego/eco-logical re-creolizations
of interdependent nutritional DNA strings
and humanely cooperative enculturing nurture circles,
health waves and nutritionally robust frames,
resonant qualities
and resilient quantities of green carbon-balancing adoptions,
re-adaptions for all EarthTribe's mutually compassionate re-solutions.
Here with bilateral enthymeming communicators
transporters
WinWin health-sanctuary inviters
conjoining
sojourner sanctuaries past to Now
with co-adoption not not yet Here
polypathic co-operative adaptions,
Left with Right
eco-unitarian/theo-universal logos/mythos beauty
co-adopting/adapted Muses.
Before the primate known as “man” became loquacious,
With all his fishnet shenanigans, skylarking monkey shines,
And thermo-nuclear weapons,
There was a time when words among men
Had not yet become discrete utterances
Encoded with agreed upon meanings.
It was a time when disputes were rarely settled
Through diplomatic concordance.
During that long stretch of pre-history,
Our ancestors’ best efforts at verbal communication
Consisted of assorted grunts, howls, squeals, screams, cries,
And presumably laughter.
Conflict negotiation in Paleolithic times
Might have involved all these primitive sound bites,
But would most likely conclude with blood being spilled.
The development of verbal language among humans
Would require the evolution, over many generations,
of various specific anatomical adaptations.
The mechanisms that enable us to fill our lungs with air
And expel it in a gymnastic manner up our throats,
Around our tongues, through our teeth, and past our lips,
Allow us to produce all the recognizable vocalizations
That comprise all the languages of the world
With all their vocabularies and grammars.
For most of pre-history the genus Homo
Merely grunted, howled, squealed, screamed, cried,
And occasionally, it might be hoped, laughed.
The development of verbal language among humans
Would lead to the invention of promises, oaths, and vows,
But also lies, deception, and inhuman oppression.
In the end, we are all just talking monkeys.
Talking monkeys that still grunt, howl, squeal, scream, cry,
And sometimes laugh, whether it’s appropriate or not.
Talking monkeys armed with thermo nuclear weapons.
Human history may be heading to an inevitable conclusion;
Talking monkeys will never be anything other than talking monkeys.
I M M E N S E C O N D E N S E D
I Instructed by a plot, broken into paltry portion
M Mauled into small, mammoth to screaming speck
M Mountain range cramped, meandering cancelled
E Elements of concept squashed into essence
N No word left unchecked, numerous adaptations
S Scrutinised, all adjacent scoured thoroughly
E Erraditacate unnecessary words, edit again
C Captivate from word one, add an anomaly
O Owe the audience pleasure, build their trust
N Never accept the standard, leave cliche alone
D Dive into the character's psyche, dig their dirt
E Employing research makes validity emerge
N Nullify nonsense inclusions, nudge away distractions
S Set up captured fast in short form, stir in surprise
E Every line moves story forward, each essential
D Diagnose end point, not long form done and dusted
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and moved all the equipment to an undisclosed place Selling the Motor Company to Frank Muntez
Expenditures/costs negotiated/spent before filming begins, including source material rights (for adaptations) and salaries for director, producer screenwriter, and actors.
Whammy Bar ( Little Black Egg.....)
Funks Pond(revamp)
(RUMOR HAS IT) Ernest T. Bass was involved in an interracial relationship with black model Donyale Luna_ they had a child in 1967 he never recognized the child. In 2001 his unrecognized granddaughter began tossing stones at a Mall in Mississauga Canada. It was said she was sing "The Creeks to Dry" skip along in bootie shorts, a white tee shirt and a sleeveless blue jean vest. It was said that she had large beetle bugs in her purse. Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!)
Written By: Pro.Tuum Proximus Maritus
and Doctor Uxor Eius Est
of Wobble Board Fame Inc.
Red Cow Music and Lyric Company
British White Recording Academy
Belgium Blue Sound Prep Inc.
all Produced and Ex-Produced
By Black Angus "Jumpan-Pumpin"
with permission by Star Anise Leather Co. LLC
Copyright Pending
Patent approved
"Cheezey-greazy sour Dill
with Yeasty rolls: Man thats
deliisous!"
Written By:
Huba Datl Chol
Circa 1969
Revised the other day(2023)
MIRROR, MIRROR*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wearing a green gown, stood Starr~
a squirrel princess known near and far.
In front of her mirror she did prance
With an ego royal, filled with self-romance
“Mirror, speak of my beauty. Show me some devoir!
The mirror was wise, tried not to speak.
Thought of the princess as ugly antique.
“Your hairstyle is a horrible a mess,
And that old dress is just not noblesse!”
“Have you lost your mind, you glistening freak?!”
“Me thinks I have. What’s come over me?
Of your beauty I unequivocally agree.
I’m just a lowly piece of glass,
Who spoke out of turn, with sass.”
He paused then said, “Princess, you’re the bees knees!”
*Note: The phrase "Mirror, mirror on the wall" originates from the fairy tale "Snow White," where the Evil Queen asks her magic mirror who is the fairest of them all. This line has been popularized in various adaptations, including Disney's animated film.
Tending Tapestry’s Tenter
Resilience reticent reverberations receding revelations roaming
Resolving residual revolutions resentment reset reposing rest
Puzzling perceptions poet’s perspective Peace
Agency anticipation an arrays’ arrangement alive assorted aims
Antipode’s adjoining assiduous adaptations anchoured attached
Wily words wildly withheld with watchman’s wake
Contingency contextual concussion colluding caressing carefully
Confused contusion collaborating consequential contra-points
Meaningless meaning meandering my murky mind
Hence hidden host hones hopeful honest harvest
08th June 2018
“A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” – Jean de La Fontaine
Trials amid tribulation
failures, gradual adaptations
life a series of grafts
some taking, others left for dead
a simple weave
making their way thru your head
stitches try to make scars
more bearable
but the shameful still bleed
from within
where are you my destiny
as I battle life alone in this bed?
stars have come out tonight
and music begins to play
sync my soul with happenstance
our future sits at bay
sip slowly from her chalice
don't let this one slip away
dreams aren't meant for dying
let the living excite the day
I love watching whales sleep…it is one of nature’s wonderful adaptations…
how they’re able to sleep while floating in the water…in a kind of suspended animation.
I love how we are alike in many ways to our colossal companions of the deep…
but in particular…in the peaceful way our two species sleep.
Sleep is where our dreams come to life…where like a movie before us they stream…
I wonder while suspended in sleep…of what do whales dream?
Would we be surprised to discover…their dreams are similar to ours…
that they dream of a peaceful ocean…or what it’s like to touch the stars.
That they dream of floating carefree with a food supply that never ends
that they dream of moments from their past spent with family and friends…
When observing our two species…we don’t have to look very far
to see how truly similar we humans and whales are.
We are born,
we eat,
we breathe…
we love,
we die…
we weep.
all things we realize we share…
while watching whales sleep.
We exist for different purposes, perhaps 1 perhaps six
Forage food, mark trails and warnings of the enemy we echo
Sometimes, the unknown and uninvited guests, we query
Is our unison voice singular to a higher up?
Are our motions and interpretations of our universe just?
Maybe we will never know or we will find out in five
I imagine they are watching counting our progress, from the obsidian vastness, perhaps in series of five.
We assume their intelligence is higher, maybe of aeons six
Do they see us and think we are primitive just?
Or are they amazed by how far we seem to echo?
Our adaptations lead us on paths marked by contours going up
To search for meaning and ensure our surroundings we query
That one stridulation triggered a series we have to query.
Where it came from, why the palpitations of five?
Did wires that weren't supposed to touch there up?
It must have communicated something their six may not be our six.
We could try to mimic and that signal we echo
To the beyond and hope they understand us just
Up down we march to match our actions just
A rich medley, multi-terpene blend signals we are going to query
We march towards the stridulation, our sensilla seem to echo
A chain of unknowns multiplying in exponentials of six
The map we attempt to follow only goes up to five
We hope to convene the right message up
I'm sure the crows caught it, we felt the disturbance up
But that was not one of us just
Different temporal structures, I guess we close the voyage in six
Just for the moment as we recalibrate and make a new query
Signal predictability, yardstick useful for seconds five
To aid us try to understand the beyond that we echo
Our conquest to understand is only now an echo
The intensity we ought to have no longer stepped up
Hoping to cross paths again and know in five
What’s being said and signalled just
Atop a hill of questions we send out our last query
And hope the higher being catch it as we count to six
We map the numbers from six to five,
Hunting the crow's echo and cosmic query,
While up on the mound, we are just ants.