Long Decomposes Poems

Why does dawn dress robust morning,
while dusk undresses sight?
Each dawn incarnates another Earth Day
a lifetime of Easter mornings 
redeeming nocturnal sight's revolution,
another therapeutic day of gift-it-forward light,
some longer,
some shorter 
before naked covered night.

Why life?
To uncover...

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Truth is a feather 
pushed off to the other side.

Truths are a body of feathers
within which our bodies reside.

OK, students of life’s healthiest purposes and meanings,
it’s time to regather, if you would be so kind.

Namaste.

[Silence]

[My...

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Compassion co-arises nondually 
internal-external.

Today I want to talk about possibilities
for integral polycultural dynamics,
which are systemic relationships,
correlations,
between LeftBrain deductive ego-mind,
RightBrain inductive eco-body,
and a boundary between these bicameral landscapes,
which we call unconsciousness.

The feasibility
and health value
of recognizing this...

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I guess the candidates and polity saying "no"
to Earth's human refugees
during this their Thanksgiving time,
did not finish their Darwin biographies.

While endosymbiotic evolution,
indigenous to any one species,
can devolve to survival of the fittest,
this is most likely...

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Step out with me,
if you would be so kind,
on my melting island of ice.

Full-heated summer sun
feels good on our backs and shoulders
and faces turned down and in to hunt,
to fish.
We start this day with gratitude
for...

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Step out with me,
if you would be so kind,
on this melting island of ice.

Full-heated summer sun
feels good on backs and shoulders
and faces turned down and in to hunt,
to fish.
We start each day with gratitude
for warmth...

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He’s called the Eulogizer
He reluctantly accepts this moniker as our elder
A name for which he feels disdain 
Since it conjures memories of unspeakable pain
 
He's lost a father, mother, sister and son
His nights sleepless realizing...

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Ecology is to healthy systemic relationships
as economics is to human healthy systemic transactions.

Economic values are an anthro-privileged paradigm
for ecological thrival of Earth's cooperative fittest.

Imagine that evolution is a cooperative pilgrimage process
from Elder generations, genes, and...

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I Feel Like- IFL

I feel like i’m not alive today I feel like i’m dead today and i don't know when or how i'll come back My body is a husk of the person i...

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One last good fight, go down swinging, one last act of true defiance
Words engraved within my soul, words that echo within my heart of hearts
My tidal waves of emotions resemble the roots of the welwichia…....

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I belong to metallic soiled Earth,
solar-fired water's atmosphere;
these oil and blood-fluent elements
would feel freer
not belonging to you,
to us.
They
we
are our belongings
but not our property,
commodity.
 
Our multicultural values
measure and calculate
design and develop
investing primal qualities of time
predicting secondary...

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Heart is where my home finds graceful relationship,
where my soul simply breathes
beneath my memories of becoming,
of being at my best,
sometimes my worst,
but always my most full, complete,
most abundantly contentious 
and both loudly out 
and quietly...

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This Body
Those on the bottom can see but can’t act,
Those on the top can act, but can’t see,
O Lord, please free me from this body of Death, America.
Dear Lord, How am I to stay composed,...

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In the realm where night caresses the dawn,
Under the stellar vault, where time rests in memories,
A song rises, an echo of lost souls,
On lands where love, an eternal enigma, weaves its myths.
Do not confuse sex...

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Under the weight of a dying world,
Where stars once whispered secrets into the night's shadow,
Now, from the cracks between the realms of yesterday and tomorrow,
Monsters breathe, their shadows dancing in the dusk's mist.
The moon, a...

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I seem to be a poet
Though I didn’t even know it
As for years I’ve written oodles of odes
When an idea doth inspire me 
I need to write it swiftly 
If left inside my head it...

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A waning aura no longer flamed enough to flicker a surrender. Decomposes, decompresses like mummification wrap.

An anti-resolvent-fume-
of-infest-chokes-out-integral-yield. 
Thick as molasses, blackstrap.

Blight is apathy, and apathy is blight. 
A Void, a claim farming the abyss. 
Marketing...

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Truth, a blazing sun, burns bright and clear,
Its scorching rays both banish and ensnare.
It can ignite a fire, chase shadows out,
But fear may flicker in the light's sharp shout.

Silence, a shrouded well, with deep secrets,
It...

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She was no ordinary witch, and black was not her color oh no 
she wore purple robes and red silk hats with bat thorns 
as big and fat, as devil horns  
Her name was...

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Turquoise tears stain my face
Like violet varicose veins 
Stains of sentimental sensuality
Wrapped in white fears and black feathers

For love has fuschia flown away
Ruining reverie’s red roses 
Turning them black decomposes
Any ink dried died in letters...

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"Gratitude plants the seed
for abundance."
     Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass, p. 376

Attitude plants the seed
for growing love,
positive relationships.

Objectives plant the seed
for developing subjects,
stories of not only where we have been,
but where this indicates...

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The paint recalls, layered and petulant, groans
mindless in its ground, it decomposes.
Granules of hematite, pale traceries of gypsum,
the crevasses of cave wall are soot soothed.
Layered and petulant the palm of man appears
charcoal dusted, amongst the...

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another fruitless day
alas, a buck unearned
uninvolved in the fray
nary a lesson learned

o time, where hast thou gone
where's the spring of my life
whence lovers embraced none
daily struggling in the strife

where, the hours in their haste
have transpired...

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Death, cringe me in time's tentacles tight
Emasculate me with fears of nevermoreness tonight
Anger me with the void where friends are dust and mute
Tremble still, for the death of the saints are precious
Heaven's God is coming,...

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Tarry not, worry not, hurry not
When fountains of fears
Overwhelm the dot and clot
Congealing in tears

That rain rivers
On your serene court
As hope shivers and quivers
At the prospect rot

Decomposes the serenity
For which you long
As sagacity and unity
Sound...

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