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Singing LeftBrain EnLightenment
speaking MuseLyrical RightBrain
CoEmpowerment
Grows LeftBrain deductively radiant
professional corporate knowledge
of resonant RightBrain inductive
flowing BiCameral CoPassion
Moving,
erupting,
engaging
musiculminating
Grown and woke green co-invested
cooperatively panentheistic
holy indigenous Nature/Spirited Wisdom
polyculturally resonant
HealthMuse/WealthSystemic
synergetic corporate
ecopolitical
ecofeminist power analysis
for feeding and watering
therapeutic full-sensory
deep-learning
non-violent resonant communicating
Wellsung and health-safety polyculturing
sacred muse corporate environments
of love in-vested resilient mental/physical
deep listening
ego/eco-systemic health care restorative
corporate polycultural co-remediation.
As Serotonin
invites co-arising
Dopamining
As Sugars
engage
without confronting
by co-balancing
Phosphates
As YangStrength
copassions
YintegralFlow
As Testosterone
Full Climaxes
we-reflect
Estrogenic EmptySoul Wisdom
co-resonant musing experience
As EcoFeminist Power Experience
speaks to PanEntheistic Sacred Truth
sacredly resonant MuseMemories
As individual corporate climax
ebbing feelings
invite more contextually restorative
therapeutic co-invited dipolar
music
massage
movement
mindful
non-violent communion
corporate healing healthcare
muse-empowering
not necessarily LeftBrain dominant,
Inclusively multicultural mediating
intersectional
dialectical
behavioral
musically resonant
resilient EarthHealth Care
restorative justice
nonviolent
compassionate deep listening
and learning
pedagogical and therapeutic
health-empowerment services
professional/personal
political/economic co-invested
compassionate
democratic healthcare
multiculturally co-therapeutic
resonant communication
With EarthTribe systemic SacredMusic
ecosystemically indigenous
panentheistic
therapeutically resilient
health/wealth safety
outcomes
for cooperative
client-student
EcoMuse Trauma Therapists.
“To be or not to be: that is the question” - William Shakespeare
I am ...
breath-to-breath the breasted thrums
a coursing quick to sear the veins
molten marrow, binding beast
to the neural tap-dance
bloated brains borne
a-back their own
self-indulgent
euphoric
ruin.
I am not ...
insignificance-to-oblivion the silent pulse
a chronic wound as weeps heavenly
barren, black, light-and-lifeless
the cold surface unrippled
yet trembles, wanting
a press, potential
shadows push
to escape
ruin.
Existence ...
babbles like the roiling rills of sudden spring
its actualization clear as mountain melt
relevance and tenor balancing yet
atop the point of sentience
let it run to meadows
ebbed and mindful
to blossom full
in spite of
ruin.
Life ...
miracle precise to bear from the womb - LOVE
solitary intent and pursuit of true worth
the lifeblood - sacred and timeless
should all and all slip the bonds
a warm breath will yet sigh
its wings, unseen, soar
it IS all and its echo
pulse immortal
blessed of
ruin.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Famous Poetic Lines That Inspire" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Brian's Choice 7, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Open sesame
An arm of Cern watch
Related to the eight pointed star
Sharing light
unto the mainstream
where no one
is even guaranteed a tomorrow
Truth never hides away
facts always remains
An old babylonion Queen
arises scarlet spilling blood of the innocence
Standing at the gates of hell
Venus guarded by a pride of lions
With a symbolic staff
on an eight pointed star
Begins firing up a ceremonial ritual
deciphering the clay tablets
Cernunnos horned one
You claim to be master hunter
half man mixed with beast
Holding the snake in one of your hands
with a gold torc around the neck
Signifying a person of high rank
Disturbing the normal order
of nature and things to come
Including religious beliefs
and the general code of conduct
In this awful state
that harnesses it's own power of attractions
Balancing the heart and mind together
can tip with scales
Those heavily influenced by the serpent
on an eight spoked atlas detector
with coils running into a circle
Inside the middle houses an ancient world evil
Used in the past
from right angled arms drawing out
from the centre
Embodies a paradox of witchcraft
in an eight world region
at the dawning of history
Where it was written
in the skies falling down stars
Sons of anarchy
Your entrance was sealed in the ibis
An underworld into the bottomless pit
Destroying souls your aim
through the rock of faith demonic locusts
A co written piece by Liam Mc Daid and Maria Mc laughlin it's related to research on Cern and the symbols used
I have a body,
own a gendered organic body,
yet I am a mindbody
as ego's inside communal identity
embraces outside systemic context
Health communication
within my wealthy body
yet a communing mindbody
inter/intra-communicating
bilaterally co-passioned organism
Musician
within my binary gendered body
yet a musing
win/win healthy
resiliently co-resonant MindBody
spiritually led futures
yet naturally following past paths
CoArising consciousness
My spiritual mind has a natural body
yet ego-mind
is also a sacred eco-logically felt body,
depending on whether you perceive Self
as In receiving Out
and/or from Outside giving
Inside co-empathic worship
aids and tools
appropriate to a deep learning
courageously curious
gendered co-binary
organic egobody health system
At least on our better days
and in peak trauma-free moments
of co-empathic enlightenment
empowering spiritually natural
wholesome,
sometimes sexy,
co-investments
Co-operating
sacred mind
de-segregating organically safe
and religiously healthy
Inter/intra-communicating
bicamerally balancing
win/win compassion's bodhisattva
Transparent spiritual mind's
vulnerable natural body's
resilient EarthTribe
sacred green
bipartisan communionation.
Lost in the valley of indecision
Forever caught between here and there
My mind is divided, my soul is torn
And monstrous phantoms are everywhere
There's neither light, nor is there darkness
Here in this barren oasis of grey
Trapped somewhere in between questions and answers
Groping and grasping to find my way
I'll lose my mind if I go on performing
This balancing act between madness and death
A stand is needed for yea or for nay
Or else very soon I may draw my last breath
Deciding that I cannot make a decision
Embracing the madness instead of this yoke
The phantoms encroaching, I suddenly jumped up
And out of this horrible nightmare I woke
© Mike Wise
9/17/14
Just name the day, and I will be there.
This morning, the notification bells woke me up.
With sleep still in my eyes, I reached for my phone.
The tone lingered from that text in my ear:
"Annie, I love you, despite the tears."
We cannot ignore the world and its negativity.
A love like ours is clean and pure.
Love doesn’t have to shout; it resides in the honesty of a true confession.
Loving another person requires effort and commitment.
True love can be as simple as a newborn's trust in its mother;
There’s an immediate connection.
As we gaze into each other’s eyes,
We smile and acknowledge our past.
We both made our fair share of lies, each trying to outdo the other.
Was I the king of liars, or was he King Lear?
Balancing honesty with vulnerability is key.
Listen attentively, respond with warmth,
And communicate with body language.
I will hold my ground, and this fool will get back to you.
My interpretation of "fear not, want not" emphasizes that we often misjudge each other.
My greatest concern is why he walked
The dark streets of Accra at 3 a.m.
That’s when my psychoanalysis skills come into play:
The boy seeks love in familiar territories,
Chasing the street love of his childhood dreams.
I told him not to cut his hair;
That youthfulness can be deceiving.
Older men often take advantage of that desperate youth,
And that boyish charm can lead to trouble:
“Meat for the belly, and the belly for the meat.”
So, this morning, my answer is a firm no.
You can often gauge a man by how he behaves when he is hungry.
Sudden, as a bolt from the blue,
Came down a humming bird, tantalizing
Skimming down and darting up
As an ever revolving top
It reeled round and round
Before it alighted on a drooping flower;
That hung from a bending branch
In a corner of my front yard garden
It precariously clung on to it
Like a small pendent on a chain
A sight so cool, now so rare
That lighted up my dull spirits!
Once they showed themselves up
On almost every sunny day
Promptly after the monsoon rains
When the plants en mass in resplendent bloom
Oh! How I love this tiny bird
Not larger than a bumble bee
Dressed in a cloak of green and black
Flitting round on fluttering wings
It literally dances and pirouettes in the air
Before descending down closer to its target
Swirling, gliding n’ moving back and forth
As if unsure of what it should do
Finally with a terrific jerk and swiveling move
It hovers close to hanging blooms
Balancing itself sans any support
And draws out nectar with its long needle bill
When the zephyrs carry a sweet scent
It flits from flower to flower
And having enjoyed the ambrosial treat
It flies back, well satiated like a darting arrow
My eyes fail to capture its lightning move
As it goes whizzing through the lambent air
Quickly disappearing like a mote of soot
Losing itself in the vast expanse of the blue
Being less than an ounce of fat
So light, sleek and well streamlined
It travels faster than the speed of light.
In a fleeting dash, moving out of sight
Can any other bird rival it in agility?
Or vie with it in its simple grace?
How cute, this spirit of ‘disembodied joy’
This winged diminutive denizen of the sky!
,
Come one, Come all
To the Circus of Love
We accept all comers
Try to win a White Dove.
It really doesn't matter
If you've been here before
Enter to the left folks
Step right through that open door.
Once is usually never enough
to appeciate Love's Center Attraction
Its sometimes takes more than several acts
to find true pleasure and satisfaction.
You can attend throughout your lifetime
You can be assured you'll never be bored
The Circus makes no loving promises
You'll have no idea what's in store.
Experience the strangest and oddest sights
that you'll ever before have seen
Feel deep heartfelt emotions
You'll have no idea or clue as to what they mean.
Juggle all of your emotions
Sometimes difficult, and sometimes with ease
Fly to your hearts highest plateau
on overwhelming Desire's flying trapeeze.
Mount Passion's lusty White Horse
With a certain strength of gallentry
Balancing daring affections
From deep within one's stormy seas.
Laugh and cry hysterically
With Life's most enamoring of madeup clowns
Delivering a plethora of both joy and tears
In Love's loony escapade of grins and frowns.
Dare to crack and fling your heart's amorous whip
Face the wildest of Venus' Beasts
Ride the gentlest of Eros' Elephants
Though in size and scale they are not of the least.
Get shot with Cupid's Arrow
Fly from a cannon through the air
Attempt all liasions without a doubt
There's never a life's moment ever to spare.
Copyright Christine A Kysely December 19, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
yes, I am thankful for poetry’s gift
exuding worshipful gratitude-bliss
humbling me to praise God* for being blest
directed toward caring kindness-route
showered by heavenly fulfillment-triumph
optimizing adventurous spree
midst injustice demanding fairness-share
against flaws of bias, though unconsciously done
transforming frustration toward goodness glow
balancing pressure vis-a-vis pleasure
*Isaiah 25:1O Lord, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things; thy counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.
December 21, 2024
Honorable Mention, "YOUR CHOICE N" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/13/2025
I could be less positive of time's resolving karma
without not(not) as negative
binomially defining
what is not polynomial not
and what must be more positive
you see, or not.
This double negative binding positive
hurts my bicamerolling brain
intuiting what is not Right
deducing what could be Left
to permacultural imaginings
balancing economies with ecologic
synaptic sap reversing
not aptic snap
fusing neural patterns
of polynomial permaculturing positions
overwhelming this knot of double nots.
To be
is to belong meta-diastolic,
I hope a positive existential phenomenon,
whatever that might mean.
But, too long this longish longing
is not to not be,
it is simply a not
waiting for a second;
to not not long
incarnates belonging grace
and not not karmic knots
in negative implicating space
without a proper polynomial place
for knotish naughty
not not negative integrity.
Karma double-masks what grace uncovers
as incarnation reverses back
toward naked origin of well-wombed undouble-knotting fetus,
DNA enscribing nurture's primal covenant,
warm and fertile buddha-care.
Uncovered human nature
erupts through Janus-masked cocoon
discovering nature's
uncovering intuition of polyculturing unity;
and competitive not,
hidden within ego-defensive
cognitive dissonance,
immune instinct
repulsing tied-up distinctions.
Biting into life's positive oysters
risks gnashing knotty pearls.