Long Concaved Poems

What cooperative evidence
could we final climate find
for WinWin cooperation lovers
including LeftBrain secular humanities
inviting no more or less valueflow
than RightBrain WiseElder root-branch dipolar etchings
neurologically ancient bipolar temporal systemic 
body-branch, mind-root DNA enscriptured holonic trees,
DNA  river...

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"I am circling around love,
around the throbbing hum,
and I have been circling for thousands of days,
and I still don't know if I am a wounded saint,
or a rainy dawn,
or a creation story."
Rob Brezsny, in Pronoia

You...

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Our body is only a cloak,
seek the one who has dressed you,
heed not the dress.
Rumi

My form dresses our shared purpose,
I seek this SuperEco who has formed our cooperative
and synergetic vocational meaning,
not my ego's magically imagined...

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Past years of lives of ages gone
yet dark shadows shaping choices,
hiding unrecognized options
waiting for New ReSolutions.

Future lives unraveling evil absent
blinders
doubling over crying laughter
days of PreHistoric Futures
cooperatively over-invested in competing
to Win a race only won through...

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Remember the Sabbath
to keep it holy 
free of Shoulds.

A should-free cathedral
of intimate athleticism
romantic
exotic
ecstatic
euphoric
erotic

Exhausts this sabbath light
at long last
widely dawning deeply stronger
and resiliently handsome
dark as night

In virtuously enlightening response
to Saturnight's weekly exorcism
annihilating
exhausting
expiring

Yet another weekday week
weak slow-groan...

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We two are designed to these ebbs and troughs,  
Gyro dynamic tempos to clench the soul, 
And gnawingly let go,
Let flow 
Far far away into sunsets,
And let grow further away into context,
 Vegetate a...

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Let's pretend we never existed
there was no "us"
there was no spark
nor fire, that nothing was just
 
Let's pretend there was no first kiss
No lips in lips,
Massaging of tongue tips
And hands sliding from wrists
bags from hands...

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down along 42nd and cypress street
 the allegorical prostitutes say their not street
 hookers but just a symbol of sex.

  just like the walking sign post 
  stop, merge left, bump, 
 narrow...

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Why are you here?

Your familiar skin,
Radiating miscellaneous emptiness

Trembling wanton security
Filled with finite smiles
Infinite complexities

Why should we indulge you again?

A rejected buffet of frozen tenderness,
Aching for high horses to help you gallop

Hunger, no vacancies to reside...

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I pass by, as I eye, my eye;
I see something nearer, nearer;
On the wall a reflection of myself, myself;
it isn't clear so, never clearer;
As I look upon the mirror, mirror;
Mirror polished metal or glass with...

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Innervation I was falling
But not an angel 
I had a calling 
As I was sent in His purpose
 I am in His image
WALKING HAND IN HAND WITH JESUS -
 I landed on the surface
 I'm...

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Telling that gotesque humanid shape ( i know it was humanoid but i love the sound of humanid)
concaved on the lid of the toilet bin
tapered on the rim
I hate you
then i realised i'm not him
trapped...

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