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Martin Luther King,
and other gospel reared nonviolent communications leaders,
advocated for "Beloved Communities."
An important difference between Beloved and Opulent may have to do with integrity,
intimacy,
interior grace of sacred loved place
in opulent EarthTribe enriching space.
I hope that any ego-centering and re-centering relationship of love may become embraced by warmly interdependent ecosystemic surroundings, supporting bioregionally polycultural opulence,
resonance,
expanding out into sacred green and red and blue and yellow and orange and purple and turquoise non-violent resilience.
Opulent polyculturing communities learn to minimize win/lose competitive health risks by optimizing wealthy, resilient win/win opportunities.
Intent and planning and budgeting and cooperative design work
play mini-retreats to richly engage compassionate communication, verbal narratives, as residents feel safe in mutual transparency,
rooted in nonverbal beloved feelings, co-empathically polytheistic,
for and from wildly green wiki win/win womanist allies.
Emerging from chronically stressed, opulent pearls of indigenous wisdom, ancient sacred overwhelming waves of ecstatic emotions inspire today's interdependent opulent spell-binding synergetic experiences.
Jesus's Holy Spirit openly, quietly, shadow GoldenRules again.
Sacred experiences range from
middling win/lose images of stressed humane/divine relationships of passive mistrust;
then down through traumatic monoculturing, monotheistic, monopolistic stressed despairing lack of relationship;
and then soaring to heights of win/win beloved ego core soul centers and ecosystemic healthy and safe multicultural opulence.
An illusion of Beloved EgoPrivilege becomes mountainously hierarchical Yang from above, peak patriarchal-capitalist engorgement experience.
Meanwhile Opulent EcoParadise engages ecologically enthymematic regenerative tissues
with degenerative issues
unresolved by bipolar illusions against Yang's privileged autonomy, dominance,
like right handedness
and logical verbal mindedness
and not self-abandoned nakedness
cooperative pleasure
copassionate joy.
Green civil compassion
and smoky brown passion
passing on empowering Yang universals
enlightening Yinitarian dialogue,
Economically
and politically cooperative
co-invested discussion
prioritizing
budgeting
planning
planting
harvesting
Saving integrity's potential love seeds
for next regeneration's cooperative
EarthTribe harvest.
This interfaith nondenominational
nonpartisan
nonviolent conversation
about whether or not
humane-divine love
is a ZeroSum
Win/Lose
merely mortal Game
Unstable
non-resilient
or NonZero Sum
Win/Win emergent,
Cognitively elegant,
emotively exquisite
co-elliptical passions
quietly restored
green peace-mongering.
you can handle that
you know what it is
ya'll know what
I'm talking bout
acting as if
Cause I know whats going on
somebody been untrue to you
ruined everything
spreading gossip
unraveling everything
that you knew
if he didn't look twice
he wouldn't have seen her ring
didn't know she was with someone else
that's what's started everything
not my wife the fella said
and the brawl beganned
fooling round
with the the Missus
got everyone involved
aint nothing cheap
when you budgeting
and frugal as we are
why he coming round here
trouble making
never leave me
never forsake me
never let me go
I do love you
always thinking of you
just thought
I'd let you know
all this tension
and distinction
aint never enough time to settle down
the last words mine
f we fussin
and I don't wanna hear
another sound
guess we cool now
you let me kiss you
and you stop sportin that frown
come on baby
let's get crazy
let slow jam and get on down
Wake.
Commute.
Work.
Repeat.
They call this living?
I call it the hamster wheel—
spinning faster each year
while the cage only shrinks.
Three jobs to afford one roof.
Two hours of daylight between shifts.
One life slipping through fingers
calloused from climbing ladders
that only lead to more ladders.
We've normalized exhaustion,
wear our burnout like medals of honor.
"Busy" is our battle cry.
Our worth measured in productivity units,
our time sold at wholesale prices.
We scroll through highlight reels
of lives we're too tired to pursue,
while notifications remind us
there's always more to want,
always more to owe.
They say "Rise and grind"
But never ask
what's being ground down.
It's us.
Our dreams. Our wonder.
Our capacity to stare at stars
without calculating their worth.
When did we accept that breathing
was enough to call it living?
When did we decide that survival
was something we should be grateful for?
I want more than to exist in the margins
of my own life—
stealing moments between obligations,
budgeting minutes like loose change.
Living is not this endless math
of hours versus dollars.
Living is not this constant fear
that one misstep, one illness,
one market crash
could erase everything.
To merely survive
is to be haunted by the ghost
of the life you might have lived
if you weren't always running out of time,
running out of energy,
running out of hope.
We were meant for more than this—
More than automated responses.
More than weekend recoveries.
More than counting down days
until we're free, at last,
too old to use that freedom.
So tell me,
when do we stop surviving
and start living?
When do we reclaim our heartbeats
from the timeclocks?
When do we refuse to measure our worth
by our economic output?
Because I am not a machine
designed for consumption and production.
I am flesh and blood and wonder.
And I want my life back.
I want all of our lives back.
This existence of barely making it—
it's not life.
It's a sentence.
And I'm demanding a pardon.
Right now.
Today.
Before the next alarm.
Before the next bill.
Before the next "I'll live later."
Because later keeps getting later,
until later becomes never.
And I refuse to call my one wild existence
a mere survival story.
Schooled in hard knock sufferance... -
soulful scribe matt er fact - seeks solemn sanctuary
Despite always pledging
allegiance to the flag
academic performance traced, narrated,
graphed... unfavorable zigzag
vertical lined spikes across
x-axis and y-axis displayed
dramatically sharper increased crag
when promoted one grade to the next
how comprehension did lag
attributed to allocating, dag
gone nabbit budgeting, crafting... productive
time usage, plus an affirmative nod,
whereby yours truly did lallygag
evincing object lesson procrastination
study habits shucked off cuz mum did nag
obfuscation regarding illegible note taking
I moost definitely haint gonna brag.
Deplorable curriculum vitae
not hearty and hale
equals pathetic academic performance
now displeases me,
yours truly did wanna fail
no matter parents told me, I got smarts
severe psychological dissonance
affected this male
in retrospect,... a tell tale
sign everyday existence
arduous, horrendous, perilous...
lifelong struggle analogous to quail
caught between cross hairs
tis pointless foregone opportunities... assail
self pointless, hence no surprise
metaphor locked within jail.
Report cards highlighted
plethora weaknesses bred
teachers exhausted markers
especially black red
spent small fortune replacing
regarding this jughead,
who practically proved deficiencies
prevailed within his head
arising and undoubtedly stead
dully contributing living
antisocially he approximated
being gratefully dead.
Search for acceptance during harrow
wing during formative years absolute zero
earning michelin equivalent laughing stock,
where mummified pharaoh
each arose out sarcophagus (cue Thriller -
Michael Jackson), a hero
cash equalling cow Jackson 5 era
before disgraced pedofile,
now keeps company with Nero
roman around within underworld
plus disembodied spirit Clarence Darrow,
who scopes, karaokes,
moonwalks... with monkeys.
Sundry dead souls heave pens, gogol,
and trumpet like Donald duck,
their afterlife I envy mingling sui generis
versus yours truly down on his luck
dismal flying colors
analogous to mire and muck
no man iz an island, yours truly isthmus
squeezing thru narrow passing lane,
this bummer doth aimlessly truck
this late bloomer summoning forth
long suppressed pluck.
Domestic chargé d'affaires
became mine bailiwick
dint of the missus being
disinclined and less quick
budgeting, hence I inadvertently
accepted lickity split,
subsequent obligation did
smoothly clack and click,
which minimized conflict
whereby we shared equal intrinsic
reciprocity complicity, culpability
then at playtime, thee enigmatic
one whipped out adult toys
stashed in the attic.
Altercations impossible to avoid,
'specially when unemployed
(think Rob zombie humanoid)
additionally, I lacked emotionally unalloyed
communication cues, nearly destroyed
romance, cuz only recourse re: primal
non verbal, viz Braille
while disguised as android
amorousness I expressly enjoyed
satisfactorily papa bear
groaning courtesy steroid
launching petsmart aery mission
poised to strike no
matter mainly to void
i.e. unpacking heat prohibited,
one tony peppy trooper deployed,
but unexpectedly waylaid
understandably yours truly annoyed
unsheathed hot pistol manually toyed.
Admission, confession, decision firmly laid
down, I oft times insisted felt test ease made
purposeless seething hormonal secretion
triggered fountainhead sprayed
activated provocation upbraid
ding the then live in girlfriend
French kissing parlez vous
pledged troth plus
serving as milkmaid.
If I were a fly on the wall at a DNA office,
I’d see one mama budgeting child support for two maybes,
hoping the high-earner wins the paternity sweepstakes.
A grown man doing a victory dance he practiced in the car,
while another looks stunned like the swab repossessed his last hope.
A grandma wiping tears of joy because her real grandbaby finally found her.
A whole couple discovering they’re cousins and breaking up mid-hug.
Three siblings realizing the middle one belongs to nobody in the room.
Just a fly dodging swats while families get swabbed,
watching bloodlines flip faster than reality TV plot twists.
Falsete and Fach
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octaves play a crucial
structural and
stylistic role
lowest notes fall below
the 20 Hz threshold
of human hearing and
can only be
measured with instruments
12 semitones
Sound frequencies range
from about 20 Hz to
20,000 Hz, which covers
roughly 10 distinct
octaves of audible sound
There are 7 full octaves
plus 3 extra low keys
, totaling 88 keys that
span about 7.25 octaves
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Mastretta De Sa' Sopranista
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-E per quanto riguarda le possibilità
passando a un approccio
basato sui problemi?
traditions start somewhere
doing things for a reason is
often the right thing
to do
looking toward
our goales
budgeting our endeavor
profiting
and profit sharing
to create healthy
long lasting
relationships
that are meaningful
and complimentary
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Depressed by the facts of him who he had
chosen.
Loud mouthed and foolish, he'd often make mistakes
using what was stored never replenishing it. She bought
twenty cans of canned sausage (number #10 cans).
She would be the devout wife but she needed to
handle the situation with the delicate detail of a
looser type woman. She bought three packs of tennis balls
and the night that he would work late she would hide
in the bushes and toss the balls at him while his friend watched.
When he worked late he'd often bring the guy next door home
with him allowing his wife to go to work instead of
him coming off the clock to bring the car to her. While in the
bushes she saw ( first the principle rule of love is allowing yourself
to be loved: it's key to the healing parts of being bruised). While in the
bushes the car pulled up
and low and behold the two fools drove up with two boxes talking about putting it the boxes in the garage so the wives wouldn't find out about
what they would be be doing.Pissed off she frowned. Theories based on
these truths only allowed her to become
angry. "Con Furore" might I find peace: she roared as her wondering made less able to be still. Losing her footing she cursed and rattled the bushes. Causing a noise that made both men to be aware of her. "Honey" what you doing in the (G2dd#mn3d Bushes! She stumble towards his cursing I was gonna learn ya in front of your freinds to embarr you. Since we surposse to set an example in our budgeting. See but you done gone
and bought and spent and eatin with out replacing. I was gonna learn you Mister !"
What would your therapeutic family do
with an extra eleven hundred thousand?
A surplus donated beyond perennial operational expenses
for birthing and maintaining healthy lives
and burying and repurposing nutritional death.
First,
Let's invite co-investors to take back ten percent;
a million will do peacefully fine.
I would take the first hundred thousand
to build an outside classroom,
a green sanctuary,
an outdoor cathedral
accessible to all our neighbors
to stop in
join our song and dance
then move on about their day
Or stay
to re-invest Earth-healing lifetimes
of interdependent democracy together,
liberal in unboundaried love,
conserving our most robust ecojustice investments
to enrich deepening yin
and widening yang
eco-villages,
and internal ego-sanctuaries
for healing past climate degeneratives.
One day
we'll decide to co-invest a long weekend
for cooperatively budgeting
how we will reinvest our remaining nine hundred thousand
in ourselves
with our neighbors
our network of eco-faith communities,
our international confederacy of tribes and species,
residential
and share-ride commuter communities
To repurpose our existing infrastructures,
our cooperatively owned and managed communication systems,
liturgical nutrition systems,
healthcare giving and receiving networks,
nutritional wealth co-investing secular guilds
and sacred unions
to not just pray for resilient energy democracy
and future trust
and love of contagious beauty
sung and danced
planted and harvested each re-springing EarthDay
and every secular/sacred
natural/spiritual
egalitarian/interdependent
ego-healthy/eco-wealthy
sublimely incarnate night
of neurological enspiriting repair
Projects redesigning ego/eco-therapeutic communities
with an extra eleven hundred thousand
for birthing and maintaining healthy lives
unburying and repurposing nutritional integrity.