Long Convex Poems
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Hover over my trauma, sharp as a vulture, swoop
Surround old scenarios with an offer to devour
Wipe the memory card of pain I play on loop
Grab my glitches with talon weapon power
Wounds bouncing red announce danger
Jab at, stab, peck out infection, empty of pulse
Rip it, sniff the adrenalin, swallow all sorrow
Pluck eyeball delicate, until blank as dolls'
They blink thanks, hurt healer Hallowed
Wounds open have happiness follow
Latch onto my carcass, alight at cliff side guard
Reptilian talons take off, lift me limp and ripe
Black soil fall apart, fresh organs' harvest
Seasons redefined by your vital swipe
Wounds swept ride a wayward kite
Feather buffer bolstering capable chest convex
Adopts torment, swiftly rids it from intruder
Cleansed, amended by aves benevolence
Oblivious to doubt with bathed bruises
Tandem scourers never marooned
18th April
Empathy ate pain
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 losing
Ego's monocultured nighttime face.
Past tears seeding passion's future flowers.
Flowers tearing weeds' convexing past repression.
Regenerating concaved echoing fusions
deeply recessing degeneration's fission,
co-arising to co-fall PolyPerennial Harvest
of ReSolutions.
Reverse-cycling trees praying through root systems
Their feathered leaves may climax each timeless day
to rest deeply ruthless shy fear of unending sad sacrifice
fogging elation's joy in timeless glad elation
for this ReGenerate PostIndustrial Season
of ecotherapy deductively induced
Natural RootSystemic Reason.
Future years of loves
of ages co-emerging
bicamerally enlightened form
as eco-balancing Tao function,
bilateral Time bowing Namaste
facing Elational Space's NonZero ZenAsDay,
spirited concave forms
emerging Time's naturally harmonic
complex function.
Natural Science merging Spiritual ConScience,
Transitional Generation cooperatively growing Post ReGeneration,
Physics polypathing MetaPhysics,
EcoSystems dancing 4-step MultiSystemic Dialectical Therapy
Hope faithing Active Love,
Energy revolving Synergy, conjoined as Integrity
Iterations evolving CoEmpathic ReIterations,
Oppositions co-arising NonDual Appositionals,
Yintegral dual-dark enthymeming YangYin cosmic-logical balance,
ionic tipping points co-drawing nondual ergodic-holonic harmony,
Win-Lose Becoming Win-Win Being
(0) cooperative Elation radiating Prime Ego/Eco Relation
TaoTime wealth investment
regenerating RNA strings of cooperative health
Old Year's concave Eve begetting New Year's Timeless convex Day
co-arising
dream embracing compassions
TransParenting vulnerable pleasured Nights.
Nationalism,
nation supremacy,
rooted in competing patriarchal capital rivalries,
is entirely incompatible with EarthPatriotism
rooted in loyalty to cooperatively healthy matriotism
Wherever MotherEarth may yet be healthy climate rediscovered
in sensory input and outputs of a child
unbound breathing in enculturing good humor
Still fully awake
meaning much more than not yet dead,
Embracing Earth's Paradise found
means far more than ending homelessness,
bareness,
hopelessness,
For restoring cooperative peace
more than competing retributive-avoidance models
for justice as invoking a fee
and loss of freedom punishments
while preaching skills in anger and depression management,
but silent about happiness and compassion cooperative ownership.
Competition in nationalism,
whether white
against pink,
royal purple
against ultra-violet feminist,
even green
against black and brown prejudice,
each autonomously anti-ecological nationalistic stew
when we simmer down
into non-violent communication
of spatial Here
with temporal Now,
Competing FirstChoice nation-states
miss golden global opportunities
to embrace healthier polycultural outcomes
of multicultural cooperative grace,
polypathic WinWin karma,
polyphonic musing face
of Earth's well-timed expansive soul
revolving space
A healthy organic way to speak
and think
and feel as a day and night revolving child
naturally embracing WinWin
co-redeeming spiritual ecopolitics.
Violent competitions,
mutual abuse and neglect,
between ZeroZone sacred nations
are antithetical to cooperative conversations,
planning and nature development,
in EarthTribe non-violent WinWin communication
CoArising nighttime dreamscape melodies,
non-conspiring feeling peacefully immunized
against conspiracy theories
playing WinLose roles
embracing evolutionary predative jihad anxieties,
risks to bully or become bullied by chaotic capital climates
and internal bicameral storms,
nightmare feelings nauseously disassociating inside from outside,
ego against eco,
concave overbearing convex,
ZeroZone soul ignoring OneZone body's primal needs and feelings,
Right bipolar conflicting Left dipolar co-arising
EarthSoul Health integrity
prefers co-reflecting
4-SpaceTime Revolutionary Boson Models--
opaquely expanding DNA-structured splendor.
If Yang is tea,
Yin is water.
If Yang is a vulnerable yolk,
Yin is a polyculturing transparent embryo.
If Yang is a sage ego,
Yin is a musecological body.
If Yang is fire,
Yin is air.
If Yang says Goodbye or Hello,
Yin feels Aloha.
If Yang is a convex mountain,
Yin is a concave river valley.
If Yang is a community,
Yin is communication.
If Yang is a sacred community,
Yin is re-ligious communication.
If Yang is Earth,
Yin is our Solar System.
If Yang is our enlightening FatherSun,
Yin is our empowering EarthMother.
If Yang is monotheistically sacred,
Yin is panentheistically organic.
If Yang wakes polycultured
crown polypathic Me,
Yin urges multiculturally inter-religious
root systemic We.
If Yang is inter-religious metaphysics
Yin is polyculturing environmental physics.
If Yang is 1,
Yin is 0.
If Yang is penetrative male,
Yin is receptive wombanist.
If Yang explicates future win/lose fear,
Yin implicates angry lose/lose past
If Yang explicates win/lose patrimony,
Yin implicates win/win matrimony.
If Yang explicates
universal messianic salvation,
Yin implicates
unitarian bodhisattva co-redemption.
If Yang restores EarthJustice
Yin re-ligions GlobalPeace
If Yang is 1 HumanSpirit,
Yin is 0 DivineNature
If Yang is welcoming Mind,
Yin is well-being Body.
If Yang explains compassion,
Yin implies pleasure.
If Yang is wisdom-forming Tea,
Yin is musical flowing Water.
I dream of magic lines but they elude me.
Chapbook on acrylic tube palette, janus-faced cave in
at the crack of dawn,
crescent moonlight awnings turn to circus of the soul,
images that colour dullard pages leave furrow on my
hayrick haggard brow.
Backwater sonnet form leaning towards some meadow compost rot.
Ghost written silhouettes, shatter fragile eggs on
loop pile Berber carpets,
yolk stain and pale brown chicken hash tags.
Tight rope knot escarpment found in tripod camera verse,
cliff edge heart-stop paen is just another
blue-sky canon over billed by birds of prey.
Poetic licence pointer to a learner permit doggerel,
aspiring metre patchwork but a tapered column
lost in grey day whimper.
Guangdong province text in lychee pink for window glaze.
Fleeting notions dangle at the sparrow hawk crossroads,
while grazing skinny red ballon formations overhead.
Mother of invention please shine your convex beam
upon this wellspring drought abandonment I swim in.
Sudden brain cell drafts a Jack-o’-lantern of disjointed phases,
stretcher bear the legless phrases that leave me
wheelchaired and infirmed in woolly states.
Timeline mainstream woofer whose lagging jacket hemline falls apart,
areole reduced branch slowly bleeds its cactus juice of inspiration.
A rush, a fever, quotidian fever,
no greater longing can us writers have.
I was a child informed to be like Jesus
and so I did my very best
to imagine myself to think and feel,
act and believe, as Jesus might have done
at least on Sabbath rest
And so it was
I gave birth to imagining
God as ManBoy
just like me,
except He loves me just as I am,
co-arisingly.
If I were Jesus
as We are meant to be,
then ReGenerative God is love
without weekday mediocrity
So why then suffering and painful loss
even when We co-gravitate
toward EarthTribe's sacred Boss?
With omnipotent live-power
currently cooperating integrity,
We still struggle with Christ Dominant
competing monotheistic
EgoPrivileged protagonist Mythos
Western overpowering
Eastern panentheistic Buddha
Tao's Zen-Balanced
Great Transitional
ReGenerative EcoLogos
of CoArising TransParent Crown/Root chakra
Mind/Body Concave/Convex
BiLaterally Intelligent Formation
Cosmic (0)Zone Intellempathy
for short integrity
of both MindGate and BodyPath
From Black Feminist Hole
through White Patriarchal Pole,
Beloved dialectical resilience
of resonantly healthy
nonviolent communication.
Jesus invited me to say that,
because it would compel engagement
rather than darkly molesting entertainment
And be way more peacefully therapeutic
than all this suffering dross
and painful cross
and traumatic loss
discovered in Western HisStory's monotheistic
and excommunicating
colonizing
commodifying
crusading
Capitalizing HeadBoss.
A woman goes on a moonlit path
between twenty-four and zero hour.
She walks on the past
harboring enmity in her bruised heart
the heart that is torn to pieces by the many blowing winds.
She goes into the distasteful past
which has many holes caused from severe punishment she underwent,
and that is why no matter how much you stuff your fond memories
or how you pack your affections in it, they simply leak out.
While staring in the present lying between twenty-four and zero hour
through a convex lens formed by her tear, thereby magnifying present she sees, harsher and crueler than it might,
she sighs “no one to blame but myself,
it’s nothing but a bad karma.”
As the moon wanes in the west
the eastern sky becomes brighter with dawning sunlight.
I often wonder at a knife-edge.
I thank, for this, the master craftsman;
Shine or dull; sharp; or blunt like a wedge,
Within them, hides vast arts a million.
Assortments of knife-edges I know.
V edge: for veggies! Tool of mothers;
Convex V: splitter's sharp stiletto.
Scimitar: beloved of butchers.
Chisel-edged: Japanese Acetone!
Sushi knife-edge - Awesome! Rudely spiky!
Serrated-edged: bread-knife, common-known,
Without which my home might look empty.
Macbeth and Caesar deadly daggers,
Had edges worth catharsis crisis;
Atrocious murderers and gangsters,
Used them for their cutthroat serials.
Fights brawled; won and lost; at knife-edges.
History has witnessed man's follies;
Chopped heads, hands, mutilated organs;
Yet, graves bejeweled with white lilies…!
Slash fruits! Slit vegetables! Slice bread!
Shatter shackles! Free all the enslaved!
Think once, twice, thrice before lives you shred.
Lives lost cannot be re-assembled.
“Nothing in all creation is hidden from God's sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.”(Hebrews 4:13)
18 May 2021
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Recepticle: One of a kind
It was a thoughtful gift
in the shape of her heart
Symbolic inscription-
"Love's Everlasting Hopes"
kept next to the front door
In shadow, in half-light.
She kept her car keys there.
Small change, new receipts
pins and paperclips, pens
lipstick, bangles, spare things...
Simple concave, convex
Moulded mind-heart shape
Porcelain pale shadow
Clear intent left it there
Till the time came when smirk smile
black hate eyes stepped inside
sleight of hand side-swipe flick
despise, devalue, discard
done with splitting, slitting
pound of flesh sacrifice-
So easy to replace,
no end to his supplies
She only had One Heart
for him, no Big Surprise,
a common vessel trade
for his communal use
Belly feels deep pity
for its now shattered state,
She drops to hands and knees
Picks up each fragile piece
bright blood drips from fresh cuts
thin red lines smear love read,
Torn vessel spills plasma
tears, love is precious life
Dustpan holds bits and pieces...
Impulse to throw away
Hesitation- thoughtful
ancient wisdom whispers,
revalue all for gain
Again, a gain, again
She knows what she can do...
Fix it with liquid gold
Now it gleams in the dark.
A Receptacle Poem: One of a kind
Aqua Marine Poems.
Restructured from my original poem posted in 2016.
Poets prehend self-governing structures
in natural ways that seem more enlightened
than pedants of partisan evolution.
Prophets predict self-help co-redemption
in ways that really could seem more enlightened
than preachers of competitive economics.
Time's wisdom con-sciences co-arising information
within polypaths comprehending light's full-tempered power
to mutually mentor multicultures of healing evolution,
conscientific body/mind-full consciousness,
cosmological
ecological
biological
geological
wealthy logical universal health care paradigm,
dispelling fractal-faceted semantic structures
of space/time's deep RNA-rememory language,
Folding concave holes
to unfold convex polarities again
through great turning revolutions
In which peace poets
and passionate preachers
and probing prophets
prehend Earth-governing structures
in naturally spirited ways
more enlightened
than polarizing pedants
of disempowering devolution.