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I have been finishing up Sacred Economics during this time of fall harvest and thanksgiving. I have enjoyed this read especially as I add in vocabulary and analogy from my background in Permaculture Design and Community Development.
Eisenstein's economics of a more beautiful world
follows the ecologic of health,
like a richly embryonic egg-yolk
pulls its developmental compost
from environmentally vulnerable,
ubiquitously transparent,
gooey natural norms.
So, this gives me cause for regenerative thanksgiving,
in this Earth-optimizing time
of Co-Falling and Co-Arising Harvest.
One illustration, my additions in brackets:
"The money [health] system we have today
is the manifestation of the scarcity mentality
that has dominated our civilization
[and threatened our wilderness Commons]
for centuries.
When that mentality changes,
the money [health] system will change
to embody a new [eco]consciousness.
In our current [competitively unhealthy] money system,
it is mathematically
[and logically]
impossible for more than a minority of people
[and species]
to live in abundance,
because the money [health and beauty] creation process
maintains
[yet also struggles with]
systemic [economic and political power] scarcity.
One man's prosperity
is another man's poverty."
0-sum, win/lose
health v pathology
me v you
mind v body
yang v yin
man v woman
1 v 0
full v empty
transcendent v immanent
commodity v humanity
competitive
all v nothing value system
Ignoring Earth's ecologic
of cooperative empowering health care,
like a richly embryonic egg-yolk Commons
pulling in developmental compost
from environmentally vulnerable,
ubiquitously transparent,
gooey win/win enlightened
bicamerally intelligent norms
Individual ego-static Left
languaged passions
AND
individuating eco-ecstatic Right
languished co-pleasures
like thanksgiving
and joy
and boundless compassion
for others
as for ourselves
loving others
as health-wealthily co-invested
as win/win possible
in this TaoCommons Time
in this sacred
vulnerable
and transparent
EarthEnvironment
Doing our win/win best
to sing and speak
wealth's passionate wisdom
while dancing and acting
health's co-pleasuring rhythm.
“For I have seen you from far places
Shinning in bold light because you are made
Of Copper and tellurium; CuTe,
You are like the transition metals
You display love of many colours,
You are the sunshine that speeds up the release of
Oxygen I breathe in gears of photosynthesis,
How cute?
Periodic table of my love,
May we physically bond?
And be like the ionic bond
To display our love like graphs on the Cartesian plane
May our love be hard to fuse like
Like ions with the intra-molecular forces of attraction
Be like an equal sign,
And you call me “Lo” and I’ll call you “Ve”
So we can produce a product called LOVE when we fuse?
Damsel you are like a sensory neurone to me,
You act like an enzyme on my happiness,
You duplicate my happiness to its level best,
You become a protractor when I’m down there,
My oxygen,
My love gene,
My star akin
That shines my goal scene
How?
You become a kinetic energy
When I’m drowned by poverty
Caused by long struggle of loneliness,
My love,
My heart,
You are the love in the oxygenated blood
That enters my double pump
Through the pulmonary vein,
You are like a scientific calculator that smoothens
My number struggle,
May I say?
May I play with you like letters of algebra?
May I be the gradient in that steep slope
That will take us to the home of our love?
I mean the periodic table of our need
Let’s heed through like a linear sequence
And be like…
Periodic table of my love.
Let’s make love and shine like crystals obtained
After crystallisation,
Accelerate uniformly like a pair of ethanol as it slangs
Between bonds of chlorophyll,
Let’s chill and make our love our quadratic homework,
So you will tell me when I’m wrong like when it reads Error 1,
2 or 3,
My periodic table of love,
I want to watch your curves that reminds me of the brackets in
Mathematics,
Touch your majestic body that makes me to cry when I’m about
To slice an onion,
May our love be like the mitochondrion?
May you be my nucleus?
And guide me like equations of motion,
Drive my innocent mind into your bosom akin to
That of an angel,
Periodic table of my love,
Be my love,
Be my time,
Be my tickler,
Be my world,
Be the periodic table of my love.”
A discombobulated couple that landed in the new world with hopes that left the bitter taste of rejection in their mouths
No family , no friends, just man and wife, 2 university degrees that meant nothing
One mother tongue that was broken
Now, with swollen belly with a baby inside
Because no matter what, this baby was coming
And they thought to themselves, for a split second, was it worth it to put all of our money into the dream of a country that is swallowing us whole
And papa look’s at my mother’s eyes
And sees loneliness living where the Iris was
Wants to give her a home in a country that looks at her with the word visitor wrapped around their tongues
On their wedding day she left an entire village to be his wife,
And now she left an entire country to be a warrior
And when the winter came, they had nothing but the warmth of their own bodies to keep the coldness out. And like two brackets they faced one another
To hold the hold the dearest part of them, their children,
Close.
They turned a suitcase full of clothes into a life and regular paycheck to make sure that children of immigrants wouldn’t hate them for being children of immigrants
They worked too hard, You can tell by their hands
Their eyes were begging for sleep but our mouths were begging to be fed
And that is the most artistic thing I have ever seen
It is poetry to these ears that have never heard what passion sounds like.
There are no words in the English language that can articulate
that kind of beauty
I can’t compact their existence into 26 letters and call it a description
I tried once but the adjectives needed to describe them don’t even exist
So I ended up with Pages and pages full of words
followed with commas and more words and more commas
only to realize that there are somethings in the world that are so infinite
They could never use a full stop
So how dare you mock your mother when she opens her mouth and broken English spills out
Her accent is thick like honey, hold it with your life
It’s the only thing she has left from home
Don’t you stomp on that richness
Instead hang it up on the walls of museums next to
Dali and Van Gogh
Her life is brilliant and tragic
This is a poem by famous poet Rupi Kaur
O, I see you're coming back to Ella
of the Cedar's Tale, more and amore,
as she gets between your skin, like a beetle at bore.
Lang-wishing, fang-wishing her wiggle,
at open door stairs case on her forest floored.
This tales tail like a Cedar, mystery umm'biblical,
Laurel lining in-cyclicall of
Maples that get swathed,
in rainy season's roots spreading tows
in brackets math tables of shoots and ellipticals.
In shadows deep,
where whispers weep in the will o's
the shade desperately tries to cover
her in-seep of soil, like a tree snake in coil.
Ella of the Cedar, her name echoes clear,
a flame in hearts, dancing ever near.
The Cedar's Tale, algorithes, quickened, Time Ago.
A story sung where the wild winds blow.
Her spirit fierce, like a fire untamed,
a haunting melody, forever staking claim.
Lang-wishing, fang-wishing, the night's embrace,
unveiling enticing worlds with ethereal grace.
Her voice, a river of silk, in moonlight's glow,
imbued with sapporon, a delicate flow.
Washes a ways canopy, Kimono.
This ancient grove, where memories reside,
Ella of the Cedars, she'll forever abide.
Her resonance lingers, like a bittersweet sigh,
a poet's muse, beneath the moonlit beams
taking a bite of darkness in injection plunge and hallucinogenic strobe of light, slide.
So let us listen more, to Ella's whispered lore,
feel her essence as it stirs us to the core-
occupying like a lush dream.
In her words, emotions seam to adorn,
a garden of feelings, once in dormant sea,
now align with the O Pines scent of new winds whip of greenery creams to soothe like a suave poultice of potpourri over the mind pine al g land ent C.
In every verse, a wish song''s awakening,
sultry synthesis,
a bud delicately reaching for the light,
in a chamber of trembling treble,
naughtiness probing.
Lyrics to linger, imprinted deep,
like the rings of a tree as
counting your time of bondage..
Stirring souls,
harvesting their reap and frontage
of fond-agery.
The story continues beneath
the eventuality of hopes chest
pounding, hearts in the surrounding raw,
pump of primal, Forest maw.
Ella sets her sights...
This poem was too long to submit without premium membership, so I have submitted it in two parts, but it is meant to be read together.
Part one....
They say he is clearly psychotic, if knowing that was even a possibility.
The visible signs are all present, his behavior is a dead give away.
"Normal" people don't act this way, they act like everybody else.
When did being different, become the diagnosis of being clinically insane?
Their image of "normal" is repeatedly drilled into our heads.
Through the direction of our leaders, our education, multi-media.
The television and cinema screen their greatest tools for propaganda.
A man and his lovely wife, with their two point five children,
A duplex in the suburbs, undistinguished from any of the others.
a neatly trimmed lawn, a few hedges, a two car garage for their one vehicle.
A couple truly in love, rarely do they argue, with great sexual chemistry.
Working constantly through the better part of their lifetimes
making enough money to pay their bills, and splurge once a week.
their companies CEO, the bill collectors, and the government's tax brackets,
all work together in unison, to ensure that they are never more than comfortable.
At the age of sixty-five, they have a small nest egg saved up together.
Only now, well into their "golden years," are they allowed to live as they choose.
Their biggest motivation and desire, is simply to survive for another year.
When they die, their children discover they have no money in their accounts.
It always is a shock, revealing your parents have died completely broke.
Ideal examples of the perfect "American Marriage," left penniless in their grave.
Luckily for the children, they had purchased a small life insurance policy.
The payout almost exactly enough to cover the burial costs and funeral.
Even experiencing this unsettling revelation at their parents expense,
These same children are pre-destined, doomed, to follow suit.
Brain washed into believing that their outcome will somehow be better.
They spent less, saved up more, purchased a better insurance policy.
Unaware their parents shared these exact thoughts, forty years prior.
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
GODS---ABOVE---THE---MOUN/TAIN...!
THERE---WERE---GODS/ABOVE---THE/MOUN/TAIN!
GODS---ABOVE---THE---MOUN/TAIN...!
THERE---WERE---GODS/ABOVE---THE/MOUN/TAIN!
HEA---VEN'S---ONLY---ABOVE/THAT-MOUN/TAIN!
HEA---VEN'S---ONLY---ABOVE/THAT-MOUN/TAIN!
THERE---WERE---GODS/ABOVE---THE/MOUN/TAIN!
WHEN---YOU/'R---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
THAT'S---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
AN---HELPLESS/LESS---YOU'RE---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
YOU'RE---HELPLESS/LESS---YOU'RE---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
IT'S---A/SONG---SO/SWEET---'N/TART!
A/SONG---TART---'N/SWEET!
HELPLESS---UPON/THAT/MOUN---TAIN!
WHEN---YOU'RE/HELPLESS---UPON/THAT---MOUNTAIN!
ZEUS---AIN'T/GOT---NO/TAKERS---BUT/LAKES---WELL?!?!
WHEN---YOU'RE/HELPLESS---UPON/THAT---MOUN/TAIN!
IT---MIGHT/BE---FOUR/TEEN---HUNDRED/YEARS---LATER!
SOME/TIME---IN/17---SEVENTY---SIX!
ZEUS---HE/WAS---A/CRY'N!
ZEUS---HE/WAS---A/CRY'N!
BOLT'N---LIGHTNING---HE/NEEDED---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
BRACKETS---'N/BRACES---'N/BOLTS---OF/ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
HE---WAS/'NOTHER---WONDER!
ZEUS---HE/MADE---'NOTHER---WONDER!
WONDEROUS---AT/THE---BOARDS!
HE---WAS---WONDEROUS---AT/THE---BOARDS!
JUMPING---AN/LEAPING---HE---WAS/A---GOD!
JUMPING---AN/LEAPING---HE---WAS/A---GOD!
FACING---HE/HAD---A/SWEET---SWEET/FACE!
FACING---HE/HAD---A/FACE---TOO/SWEET!
GODS---ABOUT/THAT/MOUN---TAIN!
GODS---ABOVE/THAT/MOUN---TAIN!
IT'S---A/TALE---LIKE/THAT---SILLY/'OL
ROCK!
THAT---SILLY/'OL---ROCK!
SYSSI---PHUS---AN/HIS---BOUNCING/ROCK!
IT'S---A/TALE---LIKE/THAT---SILLY/'OL
ROCK!
THAT---SILLY/'OL---ROCK!
SYSSI---PHUS---AN/HIS---BOUNCING/ROCK!
HE---WAS/ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
HE---WAS/ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
AN---THE/STARS---RE---MEMBERED---TWENTY-FIVE-OR-SIX/TO-FOUR!
'CUZ---HE---WAS/MORE/THAN---SOME/SILLY'OL/NUM---BER!
AN---THE/STARS---RE---MEMBERED---TWENTY-FIVE-OR-SIX-TO-FOUR!
'CUZ---HE---WAS/MORE/THAN---SOME/SILLY'OL/NUM---BER!
HE---WAS/A---GOD!
HE---WAS/A---GOD!
THERE---WERE/GIANTS---IN/THE/LAND!
THERE---WERE/GIANTS---IN/THE/LAND!
above named entitled african american orthodontist
crowned specialist exemplary de jure by this dad
sans perfecting offset dentition of me daughter – shana – who had
quite noticeable gapped teeth – just the opposite when i was a lad
and pro bono courtesy of above named orthodontist –
worthy of a regal pad
(okay perhaps i exaggerate just a tad)
performed prestigious dental skill with her band
of admirable merry technicians, who possess grand
ever so agile and gentle to affix and/or adjust with each hand
after countless visits viz number of years shifted closed spaces
re: wide spaces did stand
brackets wired together where squarely rooted choppers stood askew
the completed effect = a priceless smile 2 thy punim – a beau
tee full young lady (this comment unbiased from me – math a ewe)
biological father of thine lass in question, where time flew
while transformation per dazzling smile grew
a changed facial profile – admirable how maxillary masters did hue
artfulness to align mastication via calculus
sans perfecting her bite they knew
thus this papa feels ever so thankful for prettifying mine offspring
with courtesy service per each appointment thee progeny i did bring
no matter that brackets broke loose – yes in some cases from chew wing
gum or eating hard foodstuffs - fear of a skull ding
never occurred, whereby anticipatory anxiety expended 4 naught ting
mortis rigors of extraction, x-rays affecting dental precision
would be impossible without the decision
for the supreme doctor – who owned a schooled vision
to envision
vis a vis what provision
and necessary measures toward tha per mission
whereby maybe a minor revision
made to witness brilliant megawatt smile giving admission
of heightened sunny disposition
primed to embark on successful lip smacking dating expedition
anointing shana aubrey harris – who completed the biting inquisition!
My only dearie!
In you, I live my world so sweet.
Even the mirrors can't hide your beauty.
In my heart your love grows like planted seeds.
it's you: my life; each day dreams of.
Drag your heart in, we'll never depart,
Since true love can't just be bought.
Then you will know that emotions can twirl.
Happiness is what is seen in your mirror.
Even if your love keeps making my eyes shy,
I can never again decline,
Your love will just be my sole attraction.
Its glow, the mirrors define.
To your heart I plead, be in my kingdom,
My heart has a space for your reign.
So far your love will be there without fail.
In the front of my life's golden mirror,
Many sweet songs, my mouth would sing;
Praising your good deeds, the best real thing.
As you made your love available for me to trust.
27th December, 2024.
Each of the twenty lines was from my following twenty poems, with lines where each of them was written in the original poem enclosed in brackets:
Line 1: 'Your vase filled my vase with love' (Line 52)
Line 2: 'Even a bit of you attracts' (Line 13)
Line 3: 'Allow wines to jailbreak' (Line 7)
Line 4: 'I am thankful for your care' (Line 8)
Line 5: 'Like a rocket in space' (Line 1)l
Line 6: 'Deaf ears hear" (Line 9)
Line 7: 'My heart is a rock'' (Line 12)
Line 8: 'I breathe love' (Line 5)
Line 9: 'Beauty perches on your face' (Line 11)
Line 10: 'Only your love I chose' (Line 10)
Line 11: 'A full glass of red wine' (Line 13)
Line 12: 'My kiss whispers love on your lips' (line7)
Line 13: 'Golden darkness' (Line 12)
Line 14: 'The voice of love (Line 6)
Line 15: 'Even a bit of you attracts' (Line 19)
Line 16: 'Hope it won't be wrong' (Line 6)
Line 17: 'Stardust on autumn's leaves' (Line 31)
Line 18: 'Far away your love can fly' (,Line 8)
Line 19: 'Great at thirteen' (Line 9)
Line 20: 'You cured my lust' (Line 18)
Resourcing faith, resolve, resolve
conforming brace of how
consigning brackets of identity, not slow
the entry of concern, between friend's row!
Yet, still enduring, we are them, their vow
this loneness of reserve, the leader's power
conserves some owning of their toilsome plow,
ne'er freedom is their choice, we rostrum flow!
Conviction, is it changing, holding stow
I am in constant danger, yet I show
ne'er fault, impartiality must go,
involving loss, my prayer is fairness more!
Now, join some unity of truth, the platform's scroll
my life, your life, let virtue breech, not row
the national incentive, debt's bestow
nor words impounding, restoring condone!
The truth's reserve, secession's teaming call
that space of joining, allies not disown ~
my ally, we are here, this cost we know
security's contention grossly stalls!
Where action is the limit, we face haul
consulting with our interests, trusts install
that destiny, called choice, reverses, mauls
may just be my endowment, just my soul?
Or all mankind at purpose, answers hone
to this our enemy is still at throne
the sterile overstepping overthrow
this outright pose, this policy's control!
Erosion not the strength of freedom's prone
this break up, not my cause, as God, disown
still showing honor's back-up, not renown
in earnestness compile, nor allies roam!
Up front, an ever pressing, selfless stone
the brink of character, so evermore
that freshness could sow on, immortal's cone
true learning, listening, never cursing's thrown!
To test our weakness, I would cringe somehow
that courage, entity, seems all condone
is interference' monitor's bestow
I plant in some forgiveness factor's cull!
Diplomacy's contain, the jewels roll
ne'er in that wearing coat of idol's bloat
this right or wrong, my energy console
does eke not my transmission's holding core!
A Reflective Ploy...
it is a reflective ploy;
on the part of me,
when proofreading
all this work of mine;
and do I really care?
that a full stop.
don’t!
or that commas;
are often too many
or misplaced.
now semi-colons
are useful dudes
to slam!
two slightly related clauses
- together. –
and as for the colon
is quite a pain to introduce!
“quotation marks”
are to be used at your peril;
and only if you know
what you are doing.
and as for an ellipsis;
really,
confuses me head
in where to place the dots.
exclamation mark!
is a serious contender
of becoming nothing more;
than a glorified emoticon!
and a question mark
asks the question?
“are you amazingly clever?”
and as for (brackets),
you can either be;
amazingly clever with their use,
or just plain dumb!
(Parentheses) makes you smart!
[ square brackets]
designed to confuse you!!!
the hyphen, en dash or em dash –
confuses those illiterate of us,
with their proper place
in ‘Da Queen’s Inglish.’
the apostrophe is one of those cats
in this punctuation test;
where we don’t just understand,
where it goes and when.
braces are not your dental thing;
and before you know it,
are always used in pairs,
if you understand the theory
of having a
in a sentence of your choosing.
a slash
is not going out the back for a wait-n-see;
but a most useful punctuation tool
to distinguish two terms,
such as she/he.
“punctuation marks!’
in this day and age
of texting…
on a mobile thing,
has become a lost art.
so, in rhetoric!
what does the future hold?
for a ‘little black duck,’
in writing
musings, thoughts and words,
in a reflective ploy
this is a never-ending riddle.
Francis Cooper - Mac