Long Generalized Poems
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Wasn’t this new order well described
In some fat books we barely read
But even though, we used to cite
Some lines, as if we’d learned from that
In scheme of things I don’t exist
Conceptualized, generalized
Abstracted for the record sheet
Intentionally set aside
I’m digitized by skin and eye
This could have made a better sense
If I’d be individualized
Not mixed with anybody else
I’m not a nation, not a country
Even my accident of birth
Don’t give them right to bother me
With what they want me to put forth
I do belong to what I choose
It’s my free will, one can’t deny
Just second thoughts I'm used to use
Speak fair enough of who am I
Earth resounds rational
restoring harmonic faith
in an omnipotent universal
double-entry accounting and governing
ego-eco balancing system
WinLeft only to also WinRight,
And cooperatively researching
EgoYang/EcoYin positivenergy co-relations
co-incidents
co-arising WinHealth-WinWealth--
further revolving health/wealth multicultural events
of creolizing herstory,
macaronic
co-acclimating
transubstantiating
nurturing nutritional
bottom line cooperative
not nonzero-sum Right inductive
and zerosum Left deductive
extending family roots of ZeroZone
ecopolitical and personal
secular and sacred
LeftEgoNature and RightEcoSpirit flow-power.
We probably could
bicamerally imagine
a bilateral omniconsiderate
integrative should co-operate
as Whole Open System
of generalized
metaphysical polynomial inter-relationships
intra-reassociated relationals,
PositivEnergy nutrition principles.
Left deductive yet cooperative scientists
uncovering never LoseLose devolutionary
dysfunctional NegativEntropic ExFormation
rediscovering devolution down and out and in
toward ZeroSum double-entry,
not this
not that,
Tit for Tat
WinWin Game PolySystemic Theory.
Right inducing sacred invention
of Left's secular Ego-Titsical idolatrous reborn identity,
ZeroZone within mortal sinner skin,
is appositional dipolar
to Right MindBody's
ongoing original timeless Ego/Eco DNA
thymine/cytosine Harmony,
WiseElder hydrogen/helium
nature/spirit
Convex/Concave Resonance.
Polyphonic bilateral
ZeroZone polynomial
heuristic health-wealth systems,
whose total open everyday personal system
WinEgo/WinEco consciousness
would double-bind cancel out
all notnot polynomially disassociated questions
about all pathologically isolated climate problems
Resolving resilient integrity pathologies
could therapeutically result in
timeless feelings
sublimeLeft/subliminalRight
polynomial ZeroZone as also not(not-polynomial) ZeroSum
WinEgo as also WinEcoPolyPhonic Resonance
and LoseLove's Resonance
as also Lose EgoPolyPathic Integrity
double-binding deficits.
Yin/Yang within
not knot-squared
and cubed
and fractailed...ZeroZone bell curves
of and for fractured Universally Resilient Health
riding HereNow's remaining Wealth.
weightless astronauts...
they've brain and body problems...
no sense of balance...
there's information...
but input contradictions...
so...computers...
native peoples brains...
same as ours...but for knowledge...
we have weather men...
they do not need them...
bodies react to weather...
and the surroundings...
that information...
the input into our brains...
is generalized...
changes cause headaches...
and other body symptoms...
just weather response...
we go to doctors...
doctors blame stress and tension...
but brains are plastic...
so get out and walk...
exercise your gray matter...
get off all those pills...
stan sand
Our beauty is hidden in our words!
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)
Our content in contentment
hides within commitment toward integrity.
Our beauty is hidden in our words
said only toward ourselves.
Barometers of mental health
for how we are and are not feeling
beautiful,
good,
fair,
balanced,
just,
harmonious,
confluent,
content,
graceful,
like good mentors without external hypocrisy,
and sometimes not such good mentors.
Mentors with words redolent of harmonic peace,
or maybe sometimes too much non-violent peace,
passive aggressive surfing, searching back and forth,
or even violently imagining unworded diverse futures
of yourself,
those around you,
generalized economic and sociopathological
and therapeutic
States and Species of thrive or demise,
and planet Earth,
and our Universe,
sometimes a metaphysically closing system,
sometimes more beautifully opening
although with considerable stress
tipping points,
trimming tabs and scissors,
adjusting balance, halves of ecologic,
within our internal voices of environ-mental health
as hope for cultural beauty.
Humaned nature adds economic
and cultural
and psychological freedom to evolve
kindness of mutual subsidiary intention,
an active love of peaceful mind.
Nature is only limited by absence
of regenerative orthopraxis,
caring and nurturing,
economically and politically powerful values
exercised within the classroom of each day.
Ecotherapeutic voices in our nights
and days of reconnecting consciousness
create our daily practice
of natural systemic design,
this song of synergy,
creative universal intelligence.
Cooperative kindness and competitive unkindness
are capacities coincident to all of nature,
a polar range from regeneration through decomposition,
from synergy through negentropy,
Kindness and love self-optimize as "Truths of Beauty"
when we freely choose sufficiency of contentment,
with full will and ecojustice intent.
My words surf my beauty and hope and synergy,
in and out,
back and forth,
listening for my listening gracefilling bicameral heart
and comprehensive consciousness,
discovering contentment within my content,
form within my information,
ecobalancing function within form,
fractal frequencies within bioregenerative
self-optimizing function.
Surfing echo frequencies,
Earth's words of microwaving grace.
I believe the roots of love differ,
Between men and women from the start.
Though while generalized and inexact,
The fruits yield a common harvest to the heart.
With men it seems physical attraction is
Needed, to arouse his predatory pursuit.
While the woman must admire and respect
Her suitor, beyond the visual tribute.
Often times when these are lacking,
Any love once built becomes lost.
Whereas neglect may lay claim to the
Atrophy, only to be measured at great cost.
Humanities culture compels this recipe, while
Some seasonings add variety to the meal.
Yet regardless of the male/female interaction,
The family of mankind will survive . . .
And spin the wheel.
Seymour was sad that everyone generalized his kind
They do not think I hear, but it hurts, I truly do mind
They say we are slow, because we are snails you see
He did not have to tell me, said his Grandma Vee
She knew that the world made fun of the way they moved
In her day she had been a jitter bug dancer, who really could groove
But now she was just an old snail woman, alone in her chair.
But she knew Seymour did care, yes, her Seymour did care.
I think I will get a cycle and ride away good and fast.
Grandma smiled at his enthusiasm remembering her past.
She opened the garage, where inside sat her own Harley D.
Delighting Seymour when she said “you can have it for free”.
The guru knows people,
and through that knowing
understands none can be generalized.
All is never a word you can use when describing them.
Each is more accurate.
Sure we may have similar ideas, but even people of the same sect
or religion or family will each have their own outlook and ways of doing
The guru gives each leeway
Sends all skin and hair color love
Does not generalize locales or customs.
Understanding we are each unique
Identical twins are not the same.
Not exactly.
Pete and repeat have diverse ideas.
They are each individual with their own thinking mind.
The guru understands nature.
Appreciates the seasons, the elements, the cycles.
The guru tries to change no one.
Inspires, uplifts, and sends love.
To each.
That is what the guru does.
O.K., let’s see where you are with your math,
Which areas do we need to work through.
Algebra, space, number, or measurement,
Which topic do you need to review?
Today, algebra, a fantastically obtuse idea,
Instead of numbers, use letters, counting the ABC’s.
By the end of this tutorial you’ll love these letters,
Counting everything with ease.
Words like simplify, expand, and collect like terms,
Will become your new second diction.
Don’t use these letters like in tedious essays,
Nor like when expressing your poetic fiction.
Algebra strives to abbreviate everything,
Every single concept’s to be generalized.
It establishes an effective working formula,
Making it all neat, sleek, tidy, and stylized.
But don’t ask me who uses this at work,
Laborers, builders or for financial investments.
Just make sure you use it next Monday morning,
When you’re sitting your math exam assessments.
I know someone to whom I am a fact
But I can be generalized to an opinion
Which disappears fast if they distract
And so I hibernate until they turn me on
United with my opposite, I laugh
In someone’s argument I do the demon dance
One time I’m crazy, then I’m soft enough
If one can pick me in a better mood by chance
Next time I’m just a goldfish in your bowl
Generalize me more in your opinion
Distinguish me from others of the shoal
Before I slip away into oblivion
But as a fact of life, I’m not so pliant
And I permit no one to use my mind
For what they call a truth I’m quite defiant
I have my own, and yours is out of my line.
My sister Annick fixed me, locked me in, with cold, blue eyes as she sat down slowly next to me at the table. “I’m a surgeon,” she said, not quite casually, “a board certified surgeon.”
I give her a questioning look.
“I could take your steak knife,” she says, eyeing it, “plunge it into your neck - and oh, sure, there’d be a question or two but in the end - I’d walk away clean.”
“I don’t think,” I start saying…
Tears well to near overflowing in her turquoise eyes. “I came in - officer” she says, sounding stunned and surreal. “She was having a convulsion, she exhibited severe cyanosis, I couldn’t clear her airway, it was a classic tonic-clonic seizure.” she goes on, her voice rising to near panic with the diagnosis.
“You’d never…” I start to interrupt but she gently covers my mouth with her left hand while gathering the handle of the serrated silver steak knife, expertly, into her right hand.
“I attempted to perform a tracheostomy,” she continues in a traumatized but professional voice. “but as I began a transverse incision above the sternal notch,” *a tear rolls down her cheek*, “Anais suffered a severe generalized-onset seizure and convulsed, forcefully into the knife”
“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!” I confess suddenly, as if under oath, in court.
There’s a moment of still silence.
“And when,” she asked, wiping away the tear and turning the knife for a downward thrust. “Were you going to mention it?!”
“NOW! - before dinner!” I look around the empty room - for help - for a sympathetic jury. “It was an ACCIDENT! - I’m SORRRRYYYY!” I plead.
My sister slowly sets down the knife and says deliberately, purposefully - like a death sentence: “My Valentino sheer floral-lace top is STAINED.”
”I can Fix it!” I insist in a rush.
“Keep out of my room - and my stuff.” she grumbles, “And REMEMBER what I said,” she adds as she pats the knife before getting up and leaving the room.
“I WILL’” I promise to her back.
A second later, my mom sweeps in from the opposite direction.
“What’s up” she asks.
“Nothing” I almost whisper, head down.