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I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,
whereby this patient scrivener
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,
discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress
and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies
prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted
upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas
jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper her excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram
to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent synchronicity!
Ideally yours truly prefers
a she/her who never got prosecuted for a felon,
yet who most deaf fin knit lee
possesses sound blinding killer instincts
think miracle worker Anne Sullivan
signifying rendering phenomenal success
with one female named re: amazing Helen
exhibiting discerning admirable qualities
constituting intelligent witty male
despite his/him sports haunch size of a melon.
I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,
whereby this patient wordsmith
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,
discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress
and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies
prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted
upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas
jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper (gas) excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram
to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent affinity,
energy, magnanimity and synchronicity!
From time immemorial,
Man has been on an audacious quest,
To unravel the mysteries of life!
Like a mirror that sends back the rays,
Falling on it, never letting them pass through,
Disabling us to see what lies at the other end,
We are hindered by a wall obstructing our perception,
Of things beyond our ephemeral existence.
When breaking the mirror, we will have clearer view,
Of truth that which lies at the other side
Don’t we feel restless even amid splendour,
With an overwhelming longing,
For something, we cannot name,
Like one so homesick with an insatiable thirst
For a home that lies beyond, but cannot see?
Does it not point to the Truth that death is not the end,
But the foundation for something new?
When our bodies are laid to rest,
How I like to think, our souls will be escorted,
By the angels of heaven, the messengers of love
Borne on a warm palanquin,
Made of soft wispy clouds,
Gliding through ether
Listening to lilting melodies,
And falling into a peaceful slumber,
To wake into an afterlife
Extending to countless eons
No more pain, no more suffering!
As blessed spirits, with all cravings stilled,
We will enter radiant,
Into the magnificent portals of heaven.
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March. 11.2023
~ PLACED SECOND~
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I can accept love
I have time to learn
and earn
But
can I embrace compassion
I feel sure appreciates me
far more wisely
than I have yet earned?
Positive passions more pleasant
than I could ever find sufficient time
to brilliantly learn
My adoration spot
on this comedy central
AnalRetentive Stage
listing
lusting
more Left Winged
liberating
than Right Fringed
defensively sedating.
I am haunted
by an oppressively disabling gap
between what I have sufficient healthy time
to accomplish
to communicate
to experientially articulate
as anemically contrasted
to all I can imagine health
and safe wealth doing
togathering in this day,
this week,
this month,
this year,
this final decade
of my personal AnthroGay Pride
and WhitePrivilege
to prefer Black Lives MultiEnculturing Matter
and wild Paradise
PolyCulturing Pleasure
Win/Win bi-everything trans-thriving
positively contagious
as the clap
On a loved ones back
is my gay worldview sound
of one left hand liberally clapping
out FreeDom
ReStorative Justice
Love
Between my NonViolently WinWin Communicating
brothers and sisters
LeftBrain verbally dominant
claiming Peace
I nonverbally feel
RightBrain left outside
closeted ungay emotional neglect
In my polyculturally wise universe
feeling all EarthMother's love,
Polyester is always Lose/Lose trauma
bad news drama
while
PolyPathic Win/Win
evokes sacred warm
wet 1 within 0 zen rivers
of deeply penetrating gospel
Good regenerative humor
despite toxic rumors
that my indigenous EarthTribe
intentional family
and trauma-infested community
are suffering from an overheated climate
of monoculturing dementia
Increasingly difficult to recall
the love we have had time to learn
is earned one timeless
warm remembering moment
always liberally Here
as time conserving Now,
unconditionally warm
well-moisturized regard
For healthy hygiene
is next to wealthy
goddessness
A gay gratitude gift
more than sufficiently
out proud
well endowed.
Known as Jesús he was.
Known to be abnormally alive.
A gregarious thinly woven figure
in any overly large space.
The city contained him
kept him buzzing under its glass eyelids.
He said he had Jesus wounds.
Would lift up his T, show them to strangers;
most nodded and wandered away
shaking their heads.
To me they looked like
9mm entrance wounds, the scars were deep.
‘Spear” he said pointing to his side.
“Nails” he said indicating his arms.
Maybe it was sun burn,
but the crown of his head
was ringed by a red rust.
He carried a wooden crucifix,
used it as a walking stick.
His performance art
was awkwardly perfect.
He stood forth
in any thin skinned light,
a grizzled messiah
with a wide disabling grin.
He knew you from way back,
made you a false memory
in his personal book
of resurrection tales.
He figured me for a poet.
He knew stuff.
Sitting together
in the shade of a dusty tree
I showed him a few.
“Too many words,"
he said
"you need to grow some holiness,
get dead first."
My Nine was by my bed stand
Next day I emptied it
and went looking for him on the street.
He wasn’t hard to find,
he was showing a perfect stranger
his stigmata, his pitch to sell some weed.
I went up to him and shot myself
in front of his eyes.
It was pure theater.
He didn’t even flinch.
Just said. “Holy cow bro,
now you’re crucified,
just like me.”
Integrity's EarthSoul
with eyes to see
and ears to hear,
with nose to smell
and mouth to taste,
longs to exclude
spit out
purge local and global awareness
of degenerative Earth's bitter climate trends.
Such unholy pathology
threatens too persistently heavy
regardless of personal culpability
and lack of political clout
to ecotherapeutically act out,
restoratively heal
what my own AnthroSapient justice generation
further military-industrialized,
automatedly colonized,
monoculturally missioned,
bought and sold and rented and enslaved generations
increasingly reduced to self-disabling Win/Lose competitive consciousness
more than WinWin productive self-aware domestic cooperatives
as matriarchal WiseElders before
this actively distrusting lack of good and healthy
and beautiful integrity.
Integrity's soul
longs to restore healing
patiently ecotherapeutic
yet actively ego-resonant revolutionary
eyes
ears
nose
throat wholeness
for inviting fragrant
tasty
beautiful
polyphonic co-operative green co-ownership
of healthy wealth original through extant
polypathic love.
Within whom we fractured are
ReForesters becoming
cooperative landed and oceanic Trusting
ego/eco-health investors.
untested waters
ripple,
strands of light
flash in the beauty
of my mind
---
the past dwelt
in the corner
debilitating
disabling
untethering,
I was thrown
back in time
(bad happens
to the good
and the good
happens to the
bad)
visiting sins
replayed in my
head
reminding me
shaming me,
the circle went
around
but I remembered
the dashes of hope
the splashes of
love
all that I had
shared
all that I had lost
but going
round and round
the strings of
sanity
were unbound,
the white rabbit
called for me
reality was paper
dolls
burning in the pit
I held fast
as the standard
ripped
falling into delusion
I lay in the mire
for a millennium
clarity returned
with a song
the dance of life
flooded my veins
my being
declared whole
---
the clear
untested waters
of my mind ripple
in wonderment,
today has returned
with no fear of joy
Once upon time's center
grows two permaculturing farmers,
multicultural mediators
of Earth's healthy polypathic remainder,
And, surrounding them,
seven elders
and their cheer leading mascot
of disabling foolery
Arriving each spring
in his wheeled chair
to witness
and sometimes loudly prophecy,
to entertain with his win/win intentions,
studying compassionate economics
and empowering politics
and enlightening neurological communion
v dissonance.
These aged and playful snowbirds
form a Wisdom Circle
conjoined by all farmers
Committed to Earth's health care
in humble Vermont neighborhood places
spaces balancing Green Lives Matter races
into organically interdependent co-investments.
This Circle plans cooperative gardens,
MultiCulturally designing
and redesigning shared outdoor climate spaces
in and on now abandoned places
they purchase together
to divest of Green Commons neglect
and invest in a local cooperatively-held enterprise
With land and water and healthy air-based capital
where patient customers
become curious partners
contributing cash
but also labor,
beauty
and nutritional equity,
gracious investment
and/or benignly viral infestment.
This Green Wisdom Circle
plants fruit and nut trees,
vegetables EarthMothers insist they eat
and would like as much as fruit sweet
if they remain of right/left balancing mind.
They plant hemp,
and make baskets
and yoga mats
during dispersed winters
into the retiring diaspora
season for planning futures
of health restoring EarthJustice.
Circles of weavers
and knitters
turn lambs
into shorn sheep
into yarn
into blankets
socks
sweaters
skullcaps
winter masks
with ear **** handles.
Eventually
this Circle will reincarnate Wisdom
into Fire Circles for compline meditations
and story telling
into Singing Circles
of care medication
for young through old,
for those present living now,
and here dead
and yet to arrive
within all sacred regenerating species,
Egos circling within ecosystems,
interweaving networks
of TruthSeeker Circles
sharing win/win BeautyVisions,
Communion Farming Centers
within nonviolent communication systems
for engaging nutritional health,
Sacred ZeroCore recovery Allies,
not Lone Warriors,
within Earth's fully present
compassionate
care giving as receiving
green old as new deal Circles.
Living in Antipodes whilst ingesting
prescribed antibiotics
Could be interpreted, what's swallowed
is against life in the south
Be very careful
what you put into your mouth
Do medications heal our given earthly body
I vote an emphatic no !!!
Cease an anti hypertensive drug
does your blood pressure remain low
It would seem to follow logic
with research that being done to find a cure for heart failure,
ischaemic strokes and cancer
That all these fatal symptoms
would now be in reverse
But statistics do reveal that death rates
from these nasty afflictions continues to ascend
There's much more competition now
to make a reservation to travel in a hearse
When surviving on what nature does provide
God given gifts of raw greens, many varieties of fruits and nuts
Does one as with medications need
what's called a Mims manual to check out any side effects
The ingestion of junk, soft drink, alcohol and toxic prescription drugs
The modern man and woman race is riddled with many painful, disabling defects
Come on people, don't accept all this propaganda
let the wool be pulled across your eyes
As an example this bioweapon, "affectionately" called a vaccination
Much anecdotal evidence to suggest
that even young ones are dying now like flies
Advent of waiting
for 2020 to end
for 2021 to begin
for Christmas
for Hanukkah
for a new federal healthcare administration
for an old misogynistic maladministration to leave
for new hope
for renewed faith
for multicultural communication virtue
for green global communion peace
can be a taxing time of competitive ego-impatience
and/or a time of active
but silently curious ego/eco-systemic
polycultural healing,
A potentiality space
for transformative compassionate communication,
for deep listening
for time's healthy systemic possibility
to induct anticipation of resonant resilience
peacefully
quietly overwhelming dissonant disabling anxiety.
Multicultural cooperative community intentions
lighten hoary histories
of personal and collective wounds
and straight white patriarchally privileged competitions,
disappointing divestments
from resilient green social-ecological capital
Curiously accessible
only through narrowly balancing
interdependently collusive health systems
devoid of internal win/lose competitive-bullying tantrums.
Dramatic tantrum competitions
are no substitute for long-term strategic
cooperative healthcare systems
courageously supported
by curiously dipolar co-arising appreciation
for multicultural spaces
in compassionately communicating TransitionTimes
Curious 20/20 Ways
anticipating 20/21 green Means
without need of passive patience
and with great cooperatively-held wants
compelling win/win copassionate
global health communication wealth.