Long Alienating Poems

It has been said
There is no bad question
asked with cooperative integrity.

While those asked with competing disintegrity,
mendaciously,
are not really questions at all.

That said,
conceded as asked and answered,
Some questions remain
more ecologically and economically,
politically and personally,
publicly and intimately,
naturally...

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I've heard about non-violent communication
but wasn't deeply listening.
It didn't seem to have much of a plot,
a lack of creative tension,
drawing my full survivalist attention.

So this is probably all wrong
that I'm not owning my conspiring dissonant...

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David Holmgren
a seminal PermaCultural Designer,
if there ever has become one,
suggests most people throughout Earth
in this age of globally interdependent communication
feel we have one foot planted
in our original local community/family culture,
and the other foot planted in...

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Emotional fatigue courtesy exhaustive vituperative harangue...

Lobbed and unleashed upon the heads
of (yours truly and the missus)
so called selfish "monsters."

The evening of Wednesday April 19th
witnessed us (birth parents of our first born)
weathering blistering telephonic brickbats.

She (unnamed...

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Imagine with me
a bicameral NatureGod named PositiveYang
dipolar twinned with SpiritGaia named NotNot Yang,
or WinWin, for reverse dualdark YinSquared shortness 
of ecologically balancing Time.

Imagine us,
self-regenerating Positive Yang LeftBrain dominant,
as also decomposing dualdark notnot WinWin Time,
dipolar co-arising...

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Mitchboggin and Sillyah were best beasties for three years,
until Mitchboggin thought it would be okay, humorous even,
To make fun of orange-stomached elves,
much like some ignorants make fun of star-belly gomach-tangs.

Mitchboggin had grown up thinking this...

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"An X-Mess Carol"

Somewhere standing barefoot
in the sand, she thought with guilty pleasure
“This is the KORO SEA!” and
conjured up a multitude of story scenarios
Buccaneers, Pirates Parlay, Treasure Maps, 
Davy Jones Locker, Jack Sparrow, Ho’es
you know, those...

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Feliz cumpleaños la señora Dunning

Fifty seven orbitz didst elapse
circling with thee around the sun
and nary sign ye will collapse
anytime soon, I hoop fully reckon
untold massages nervously
await to cross proper synapse.

Foolhardy of me
(doubting Thomas) in previous
years...

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Reverend Dr. Margret A. O'Neall Developmental Minister

Unitarian Universalist Church
situated in Cherry Hill, New Jersey,
whereat every Sunday morning, I
Matthew Scott Harris) blessedly zoom
virtually attend congregation 
(recent attendee) experience

fellowship, albeit an outlier,
these two score plus one year...

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Freedom is an alter ego like a mask
Behind which censor has no eyes, and balm its blood applies.
Poetry is my freedom when wings cannot fly
The pain of the arrow in my solitary eye ...
You wrote...

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Here come try this you will have soo much fun.
You will loose everything you have every material posession and every loved one.
Up all night riding bicycles and treasure hunting through other people’s trash.
Cuz ya don’t...

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It’s your crazy
Paranormal Poetry Series

What are the feelings I feel
That rattle inside my cage
Like boulders and wrecking balls
Slamming against my heart

With every crash and smash
Tissues are ripped away 
As bricks of the beating muscle crumble...

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When I see and hear,
touch and feel,
something

Somewhere unwanted
someplace uncherished
egocentrism

Making alienating choices
that follow group win/lose competitive norms,
this constellation of nationalistic patriotism's
monoculturing beliefs
and unbeliefs,
anthroprivileged values
and disvalues,
provoke out-raging
hypocritical anger.

It is only in epic transition times
when climatic health and...

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There has to be another way
      cause I fear staying will only break me quicker
        I'll snap like a twig 
  ...

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He's running out of Colour.
                   *eternity eternal mind over matter 
      ...

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“EARS OF FURY #2”


this Monday will be a year 
that I’ve known her. 
ironically, it is the exact 
time it all fell apart. I met 
her when she had an in-
credible hunger for sex and...

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To Eamon 

I followed you down that long straight road
Stretched through plain under sky
You with your boy and your bicycle
Me, with Despair in my stare and my sigh.
And we came to the Dante-esque crossroads
And watched...

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In the subtle twilight of our ephemeral existence,
when long shadows stretch across the landscape of our souls,
we find ourselves contemplating the unresolved mysteries of the world,
mysteries that elude science and sociology with their polished lenses...

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"Dead leaves lay still, even the last flower is withered: yet there is a beauty in decayed imperfection." Taken from a quote by _Constance La France

On an orbital rotation around our planet every day, nothing...

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I die
to who I am not
to my anger and resentment
to my fear of ridicule and rejection
to my hurts and misgivings.
to my being vengeful and unforgiving
to my self-sufficiency and isolation
to my contempt of self and others.

I...

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Too weak to speak what’s alienating me from the things
Persons I love I look around me to find I stand alone 
Me strong myself worthy I believing I can 
The air is toxic no shame...

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Why oh why have we become so woke
To the point of companies going near broke,
All for the sake of garnering support
From vocal fringes, then quietly rushing to abort.

Is the effort worth the prize
Pandering to an...

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Aimless wandering beings 
  Arms flailing reaching out to touch 
feeling no one in reach
isolated pedestrians seeking affection
 disconnected lack of eye contact
Seeing no one peripherally...

A sea of souls knowing more each day
 forgetting...

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A few weeks ago, God spoke to me from the mouth of a Chihuahua.
By now, you may be saying, "Houston, we've got a problem".
But hold on. Like me, you might learn something from the
barking of...

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Fling open these gates of purgatory
In the sharp corner of a deserted hell to see
Behold, the office of the dull-eyed in an overloaded ark
Nearly concealed by a screen of dusty cobwebs
This soul perching on the...

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