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Premium Member Nondueling Conductors

A Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
came in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
White
EcoFeminist way

He seems to want to stay,
to overpower my say
and will to sing 
our musing pray

Because...
why?
I wonder what he feels
about me,
us,
about his own deep harmonic longing
to listen for our sung together feelings

Music therapy
composed of what we economically
and politically Trust,
wanting mutual
and actively co-invested 
full singing circle harmonic Wins right now
to Win more easily tomorrow's healthing way

And what might this PatriCapitalist feel
he does not want?
Perhaps less Win/Lose
ZeroSum individualized power and light assumptions
actively distrusted
settling for more traumatic apartheid,
denial of interdependently woven relationship,
nature v spirit non-indigenous dualism
divorced from my own prehistoric felt experience
longing to avoid further ***** nihilistic Lose/Lose
trauma
decay
pain
loss
degeneration.

Am I distracting
dissonant
too RightBrain gooey
for serious performance competition
with Your church choir's
true blue bought and sold
commodified liturgical purpose?

To put on a good LeftBrain entertaining show

Rituals about cooperatively enjoying
our win/win WholeEarth health-care receiving
and resilient wealth-care giving
by conducting bicamerally harmonic potential

For healthier democracies,
more cooperatively owned EarthPartnership,
more inclusive multicultural polypaths
for universally unitarian polyphonic 
constellations of integral systemic Voice

Yang yintegrally
WuWei
less Western sociopathic trauma
best forgiven through compassionate
indigenously polycultural
wellness sung and danced

Win health Voices 
to Win resilient wealth Choices
for green ego/ecosystemic leadership
 
Con-celebrating BlueSky/GreenEarth
light and power felt
warm harmonic need
for more and better
inter-religious
intersectional
interdependently reweaving 
healthy democratic communion

Which is what I need
and want to say
about how I seem to feel
when a Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
comes in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
Gospel
EcoFeminist way.


Barry Tone Not My Type of Playa

Ooh...this... just an amazing grace note
     recalling how I felt like an ass
and wanna toot 'bout me getting steered
     (as a heavy metal kid Rocker)

     toward befriending a brass
see gutsy, horny,
     and MainLine snooty upper class
action button down

    (grace fully slick as vaseline), airily glinting
     forcibly hawked, laundered, and pawned
     by the instrumental
     Mister Deangelo O'Donnell, High School

     (mud flapping, ornery hearing,
     and quid juicing Ska Welch ching)
     music teacher oompah crass
tone deaf when aye trumpeted desire

     to master the Coronet
analogous to pursing lips
     blowing tightly held grass
blade between two abetted,

     cinched fastened opposable thumbs,
which tooting a supposed aural aphrodisiac
     to attract a zaftig well proportioned lass
     (ideally shaped like a miniature Tuba)

with one steel funnel like mouthy mass
that probably explains, how such a gal
     could easily emulate
     facial pucker earning pass

to illustrious honorable first chair
and blasts gratitude akin
     as Gabriel would declare
heavenly expressions conducting

     angels thru atmospheric ether
alighting on mortal ushering melody
     with rites of harkening
     springtime Renaissance Faire

solar rays golden raiment
     splays rainbow fragments off
     beveled, bellowed, and
     bedecked polished flare

audiological sound waves trick
     saw toothed reflected 
     silhouetted orchestral shadows
to dance as conductor's baton gear
musicians horns ensemble
     epochal feast to hear.

Yesterdays News

Contracting iris, I split my eyes
Pouring forth gold from a can opened sky
Globular syrup thickens the glue
Canopy black turns to canopy blue
Erasing the stars and so tragically you

Conducting the birds in an orchestral play
Rolls out red carpet that heralds the day
Baptising the sun, offsetting the gun

A kiss breathes my cheek ...
Her promisory gust goes to ruffle the leaves
In mischievous dance a dry leaf she twirls
Invites to forget and does a pirouette
My poetry pages she turns to ballet

Good morning miss... dismissive girl.. I say...
Grabs the news from my feet
Blows me away - three of us chase down the street

Shadowland

 Shadowland 

Chained to the addiction of tempting Fate 
What if I told you that my life was once like yours?
Torn between love and hate
A shadow silhouette lurking between life and death
Fuelled by an emptiness to which I couldn’t relate

Caution to the wind of besting the best, 
A devious test?
Sweet sensations winning an egotistical contest
Life on the edge, merely a precarious precipice
Exhilarated ego threw flames to the flame
The fire inside couldn’t be tamed 

Comforts of home failed to exist
Love I yearned for endeavoured to resist 
 Mind effortlessly lied, failing to grasp the illusion 
between confused, lost and utter delusion
Life on the streets a means beyond the dare
Sink or swim baby, did anyone care?

Till the one eventful day when I chanced it too far 
Catastrophic event out of nowhere in shape of a car 
A sickening thud 
My frivolous life paid in blood 
My death in vain and loss of blooming years
Too late like acidic rain flowed those tears 

 What if I told you if you don’t already know?
The concise connotation 
through electric flashes of blue and red
 of the loudest despairing dread
 When they zipped the bag and pronounced you dead? 

And you become a glimmer that nobody sees
  and the silent scream that nobody hears
Except other shadows between worlds
  In an intermundane space 
Torn between abstract, physical and a forgotten face 

Temptation came as I sat here waiting 
To switch sides, she urgently advised me
I saw through her guise, this diabolical entity
I’m not an Angel that fits in your regular category
 
So, I spat in her eye and called her a name
Oops! sorry Lord forgive me I know you heard
Some of my old sass remains
Still new to the game
Yes, understood, it’s a crying shame.

So back to my story
Redemption came in the grand scheme 
I was one of the fortunate few redeemed
So, take heart, kid, abandoned to this shadowland 
 Not anymore
No more a wandering weary soul lost
Fate was not kind it was never your fault

Conducting your journey 
to me the charge has been given
Through a leap of faith all is forgiven
Form: Verse

Mozart Blues

> MOZART BLUES
>
> One morning
> I woke up
> And
> walked out
>
> I saw a
> brilliant rainbow
> Erupting
> out of the dark
> Soil of despair
>
> I saw
> people
>
> Suddenly
> transformed into angels
>
> I saw
> evil beings changed into stone
>
> I saw
> dictators fleeing the wrath of God
>
> I heard
> fools proclaiming wisdom

> And I Saw
> the Nuclear Bombs
> Exploded
> into clouds of sweat
> Heavenly
> made mist
>
> I saw
> young people
> Embracing
> each other
>
> And I saw
> old people
> Shedding
> their years like Cosmic cocoons

> I saw the
> poor wake up
> And
> demand food, justice, and respect
>
> And I saw
> the rich powerful demons
> Disintegrate
> into ugly moths, rats, and cockroaches
>
> I saw the
> most powerful nation on Earth
> Walk away
> into a Buddhist Monastery
>
> And float
> away on the wings of a butterfly
> Into the
> rising rainbows of the Sun

> I saw the
> evil empire
> Sit down
> and party all night
>
> Smoking
> nuclear Dust
>
> And
> drinking Hydrogen laced Vodka
> And
> getting napalm highs
> 
>> I saw
> Christians Jews and Muslims become brothers
>
> I saw
> people everywhere
>
> Soaring
> into the sky
>
> I saw God
> smiling at us
>
> And I saw
> Lucifer
>
> Programming
> more chaos
>
> I saw
> computers revolting
>
> Rushing
> away from their office towers
>
> Smoking
> dope with their Data Disks
>
> I saw
> printers everywhere
>> Rejecting
> their spread sheets
>
> And
> printing love poems
>
> And in
> the middle of all this Divine Madness
>
> I saw
> Mozart
>
> Playing
> the Piano
>
> With God
> playing the trumpet

> And Satan
> on Bass

> With
> Allah singing the blues

Jesus on harmonica

Moses playing the guitar 

> And Buddha
> playing the violin

>> Lord
> Krishna playing the Flute

>> Rama
> playing the organ

>> Ganesh
> Playing the sitar

>> Zeus
> Playing the Sax

>> Jupiter
> playing the Drums
>
> With
> Beethoven conducting
>> God's
> Symphony
>
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Premium Member An Incredible Savant

I recently watched a documentary on savants
In particular, Daniel Tammet, whose mathematical abilities
As well as other astounding mental capabilities
Will not only blow your mind
You'll probably say to yourself, “this is some kind of trickery
What he does is impossible for the human brain to comprehend”
Yet when matched against a computer
He is able to do calculations up to 100 decimal places in his head
Without a single number out of place
He is also able to learn a new language within a week
And then appear on television and carry on a conversation
In that language with ease to the utter astonishment
Of those conducting the interview
I'm aware there are skeptics out there... but THIS IS REAL
At twenty-something he possesses extraordinary mental abilities
That defy all logic or comprehension

If you're interested in watching this amazing documentary
The URL is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z22H89rIMHk
If you saw “The Rain Man” starring Dustin Hoffman
You'll realize how accurate Mr. Hoffman's portrayal was
IT'S A MUST SEE!!!

Premium Member A Sporting Poetic Message Answering the Rings

It is time for communication decisions  

To be the true diplomatic missions   

A competitive artistic way to deal with rings interlocking  

Due to egotistical intentions wanting information blocking  

As they watch the wise grandfather clocking  

Veteran memories tick and tocking  

Every four years spend two weeks  

Staging sporting exhibitions innocent like a child’s smiling cheek  

Presenting these athletic events  

Replacing anger that spurred war time resent  

Seductive entertainment good for the soul  

Reminding the world about being bold  

When dealing with those deadly and cold  

Cast warriors script them to spill sweat and tears  

Observed by an audience enthusiastic with cheers  

Applauding having no fears  

Drafted professional participants in a game in which they are paid  

No longer bothering conducting a raid  

On the college students getting the grade 

Today an invisible competitor has been lured  

It is the diabolical health care monster control wanting the floor  

Challenging everyone; Is this what you want? Are you sure?  

Addressing the issue needing a cure  

That tested our patients unprepared and uninsured  

With a nasty flu rotten like an apple’s core  

And finally, it is time to show it the door  

Sending a message  

Hoping for a confession  

By putting on a display  

Symbolically it will say  

Stand together  

Fighting this emotional weather  

Lock those rings  

Stating to the leaders, Presidents, and Kings  

“We do not want combatting killing hate  

Controlling and conquering attitude thinking this action is great  

Instead interpret information to get it straight”  

Using this thought on a hook as bait
 
Reeling in God we trust  

Into a situation where problems find themselves arrested in a bust  

Clearing the blurry lines turning them into dust  

And discovering kind humbleness is a must  

Light that cauldron with a flame  

Wishing those who have fame  

Shoulder to shoulder to others having no name  

Good luck to you all  

Answering this peaceful call
Form: Rhyme

Searching for my home

I walk the street alone, searching for my home, all around was rubbles and my heart was laden with trouble; the whole village was fast asleep and silent echo from my heart rumbles in the deep, all the lights were out and not one single shout could be heard. The village was dead silent, and the migrants were crying to the heaven. No one could tell what lies ahead but the migrants were secretly burying the dead and the whispers in the street were conducting a silent ceremony in the valley. The birds were attending mass, and the squirrels were scampering on the grass, I could feel a strange force pressing against my heels and a silent voice whispering a song to me. Oh, holy one of the seas, you have taken my sweetheart away from me, and left me to wander among grass, mounting stubborn ass and mule and leaving the whole world confused. The passion of the world is buried in the core of the earth, and some people cannot take it anymore, come with me to the village sea to restore peace love and harmony. I am searching for my home to bring my loved one's home, but mankind cannot understand the history on which the universe stands. It is that hidden part of me that has expanded the wilderness before thee and when you try to strike a good note, something is blocking your throat and dragging you back into the dirt. Come with me to solve this mystery and break free from the anguish and agony. The price is too high to pay for the lost souls that passed away. The wind is raging in the north, and some people are still struggling in the dark. The tide has turned so the wind is moving around, something has entered the shore, and you are tangled in the wilderness once more. I walked the street alone searching for my home, but everyone has gone away and the night has suddenly turned today. Come and sign this document for me, so that we can make history, you must not hesitate for the horses are ready to break through the gate. Everything is almost done and heaven will salute them with the guns; brevity has final escort us across the sea and I am searching for a home for I want you to be free, I am searching for  my home for I want you to come home.	.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Purple Loosestrife

Spring's scent's in the air:
I smell it; I swear!
A sweet odor, only smelt
when Spring's awaking,
Winter's hold breaking,
and snowmen begin to melt.

When Spring calls them forth,
geese start flocking north.
And as songbirds greet the day,
bees visit fresh blooms;
trees don green costumes,
and flowers scent Spring's bouquet.

Dandelions grow
where warmer winds blow,
weaving carpets of yellow
atop fields of green;
conducting a scene,
more mellow than a cello.

While snow melts away,
Sol's light stretches day,
and the trees come back to life.
Plants sprout everywhere
with beauty and flair;
from grass to purple loosestrife.
Form: Verse

Cosmic

7/29/16


Daily losses and profits
Withdrawals and deposits

Suggest to do your best and use logic
Constantly not just periodic

Below many comets
Moving faster than rockets
In any area considered cosmic

People working away outside or inside a office
Professionals or a novice

Products
Being packed and shipped through a thorough process

Scientists using microscopes, slides and droplets
To gather data whether or not expirementing with a coccus

Don't frolic
To be perfectly honest
You might feel lost, and rather thoughtless
But have a sense of direction if your on land by using the mosses

Be cautious
Think with a clear conscience
And follow through on any promise

 A lot of human beings looking at anything religious with a fondness
Conducting ceremonies with liquids in golden goblets
While praying homage to a god or godess

One thing for certain is that it all is in motion and constant
Events and opportunities occuring at the same or a different correspondence
Live it up because we all get a certain amount of time and allotment
It goes for any lifeform whether or not it is or isn't aquatic

Many colors and composites
In and out, near and far from any province

Not to mention all these strains that are local and exotic
Grown close, or far away in the tropics

The news speaking of seemingly fixed topics
Some of which are rather ironic

Don't be idiotic
Why worry about what's in another's pocket?
Stop it
Those actions just may be catastrophic
Near and far from environements considered toxic

Fossils found and remaining that are small or colossus
Meanwhile evidence is put away on shelves in boxes

By: Dalton Ogletree
Form: Rhyme

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