Long Herstory Poems
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I think of my Ego
and therefore perceive my bright light space place,
like my self-identity
growing optimally confluent health-power,
says Yang.
Yin co-responds,
We re-connect one EgoZone co-identifying place
within ZeroSoul Zone bilateral
one point of light
toward two-dimensional string of flowing-revolving time,
causally, almost casually, past through health-wealth
WinWin effective history,
fruitful future herstory
WinLose choices
mired in less nutritious suboptimization
of our Left with Right life-power,
And don't even under-poweringly think,
reminds Yang,
about LoseLose
dual dark
chaotic dissonance
not/not eco/ego
outside/inside
matriarchal/patriarchal upside down reversed hierarchical
suppressed ecofeminist Gaia
flow-power speaks effluent YinTruth
to RightWing genocidal
anti-messianic
god made in Man's fragmented reductive penal-envious image
WinLose
ZeroSum Yang uber-dominant
eco-political
egocentric dead-end line
of ballistic story-time.
Yang pleas for more WinLose forbearance.
Yin readily agrees,
but first requires WinEgo-Health explicating WinEco-Wealth
EarthJustice double-binding climate reparations.
Yang asks Yin if we should begin with replanting forests.
"Did you mean to ask for reparations,
ego-centric atonement,
Or health systemic restorations,"
Where ego- and eco-systemic climate futures
remain meta-consciously
bicamerally re-connected
for psychological LeftBrain egos
and ecological nurturing RightBrain memory echoes?
Yes,
Yin dual darkly
Both-not/And-not redundantly double-binary
Non-ZeroSum WinWin
EcoZone Tit for Tat
Restoring EarthJustice
cause-effective
subject-objective
multiculturally co-responds
In full eco-viral feminist
MotherEarth iconic
interdependently networking
Both/And RightBrain
iconic/ironic voice.
Earthen motte mounds and bailey burg
Sludge strongholds severed for siege
Norman castles cut of stone surge
Vowed vassals, the lords of liege
Round refuge tower of ashlar
Lured strums of Celtic cither
While they tend to tiers of mortar
Howling high waters hither
Gemlike blades grassy shades of green
Sailing seas beckon smartly
Hair to partly pare ployed the teen
Pirate Queen awaits Bartley
Homeland hush weave no words but mum
Forum flouters of gainsay
Dark Lady of Doona they hum
Legend of the Blacksod Bay
Fortress chieftain forges her case
Ní Grace unbowed by Bingham
Royalty rises face to face
Let them lie Ó Máille clan
Lyrate luck of her Irish pride
Aside vassal villeins sought
Herstory harmonized resides,
‘pon castles cloaked earthen motte
I noticed just yesterday
while glowering about something else
now already
once again
forgotten...
I seem to have lost my good-sensed humor
along my stumbling
isolating internal say
Toward this red STOP! sign
searching for a different way
To find a new Earth center
for healing active hope,
To sing new scales of joyful
sad sharp focus
Performed more locally
and possibly reformed less reflectively
mesmerized by fame's monopolistic grope.
This new reselective time
Less silently reserved
Less anxiously depressed
Less repressively suppressed.
Each morning's dawn warning
to worship at new altars
Renewing robust octaves of communion
encompassing organic green nutrition
To redesign all creatures here below
more positive above
good-humored love
with timeless passions
hilariously sensed together
yet tragically shoved
apart.
If I were not so sweet sixteen
prepared to restart home's immigration scene
again for my first time,
what would I rechoose to do
becoming compassion's singing rally
with rainbow hearted allies?
If I were thirty-three,
my age of messianic crossfire
for all to red angry
horrifying see,
what would I choose to resurrect again?
And why would this revoiced
rechoiced healthier community
support potentiating integrity
with more robust good humor
this well-timed passed over
and back around
on sacred wellbeing
more interfaith
as multiculturally safe
and healthy ground?
If I were twice
my god's reflective age
revived,
what would we joyously choose
to re-member
as half-life good golden sense
for revolving salvation's climate humor?
For this tragic comedy
of tumorous migration
anxiously anticipating
integrity's full ZeroScores
restoring just right species
may not be mine
next time back around
multiculturing herstory
All together one predation
praying for exterior relations
more integral summations
than humorless,
silent rumorless
quiet aging absence
of eternal sad-paced
barely surviving mercy
At least sufficient for noticing,
just yesteryear
while glowering about something else
now already strange sadly *****
once again forgotten.
(for Virginia Woolf)
She wanted to buy some flowers but drowned Herself instead,
drifting along the ebbing flow of time, with warm
water cracking Her slim figure and airless lungs.
‘will I freeze the river?’ She thought, wondering if the trees
would still rustle in the wind if She wasn’t alive to notice it,
thinking if Her man’s heart would still beat if She could
no longer shock its rhythmical thump-thud-stop with kisses.
the wood was chopped down around Her home. The
veranda from which She surveyed the world was but
deafened by cruel hacking chopping and sawing at the
hands of men whom took Her feminine beauty away.
She became the water as She died, became the weeds,
became the bark that broke her own back, the pen and the phallus.
‘this isn’t purgatory’ She realised, ‘this is revenge and reward’.
‘I am a sacrifice to literature. I am a sacrifice for the word’.
from writer to death to glory to ink
to the lies under rocks uncovered,
to god to me to the taking of Her own life,
She is the paper in our very hands.
in the furrows of time..
here in the psalms
of our being, hate
plagues the world---
its spawn of players dispersed
across the world's stage
spreading scheming sins
of deception; scheming sins
of treacherous times
teasing valor with deceit---
mocking rights to life,
liberty and the pursuit of happiness;
old pirates sail sullen seas
searching new ways
to tell told stories
cataloged and stored
as glorious history;
(or maybe herstory; never ourstory)
transgressions remain
the order of the day;
and in this dante-like scene
of our human enigma,
peace cringes in universal despair
imploding into its own black hole---
seeking lights of love reflecting
renewed humanity gestating
in the furrows of plowed time.
Forget history
And don't repeat it.
The time is now for herstory.
Return to the Mother God.
Embrace Her. Love Her.
For She is the Earth
And water is Her blood.
The atmosphere, Her lungs.
We stand and talk
And walk upon Her skin.
We are all Her kin.
There's no need for a bible
For life is Her book.
We are Her pages.
And perhaps if we listen
(To our moms)
We will evolve and speak
Goddess
And not some God damn
Male dominated slippery tongue.
She empowers us with family
Friendship and encourages free thought.
She is never boring even though
She's the one who stays home
Nurturing us, raising us
While He's out there taking all the credit
For this magnificent universe.
With man at the reigns
Mankind is surely doomed.
It is about time for herstory
Or else ...
Every male from this day forth shall be born gay.
And a famous female scientist
Will discover a way for women to have only daughters
Without the help of men.
Only then will Womankind be freed
From the crucifixion of testosterone driven monkeys.
slithering through a suffragette smattering
the serpentine has no shoulder
on which to give
or have taken
piggyback rides through pantsuit criterion
so certainly lacks the same of which to dry witch salt tears with
whirling up and around then down up her ankle
thick thick thigh
deliciously dry coconut shunt
lipstick cracking
open pistachio shells
bravo to the mercenaries!
at least the split is red enough to pull the lever
and
spill how
women got their seat
at the
baccarat table
Earth Host
and all her mutually codependent
co-arising Earth Tribes
of inclusive regeneration
have continued evolving
new wine in old wineskins
new eggs from old genetic nests,
running on both dipolar Tao-Cylinders,
karmic grace-optimized in Neutral
Midway P=N(NP) as Yang=YinYin,
informating,
with fractal 4-Prime Thermodynamic Balance--
Once learned,
never forgotten,
like autonomically riding
a bilaterally reforming fractal-seasoned cycling function.
Both cylinders
also internal/external landscapes
and Left/Right hemispheres,
labeled ego-mind
and eco-body
by Left brain dualistic dominance,
each with its own dipolar neurosystemic
optimization story,
win/win through win/lose memory,
lose/lose loss of painful rememory,
transgenerative crown/root systemic his/herstory,
polyculturing as "Beloved EcoPolitical SenSexual Community."
As Left contracts more climatically
monopolistically self-deductive -reductive
with critical competitive events
and win-lose strategies for ego-survival,
Right expands more cooperatively
abundant wealthy health of values
polyculturally dipolar double-binding eco-norms
for designing and re-developing Plan A cooperative
network of politically power-optimizing economics,
between tribal co-arising mutually-subsidiary Plan B humanity
and grace-filled Plan A divinity
of beauty and health
as ecopolitical wealthy
EarthTribe/Gaia balance.
I am not only my breath
of life
erupting out,
redescending in
I feel
and hear,
taste
and see,
our sacred breath
through my lungs bilaterally
waving out
with full moon bright delight
and in toward dark night
once again,
Regained center of uniting
regenerous time
extending space out Yang
empowering,
Reintending sacred placed Yintegrity
breathing my breath of life
re-emptying out and in
our Great Transitional 20/20 revolutionary breath,
reascending out
Is in
toward future healthy wealth
empowering out past history
enlightening in future multiculturing herstory
egopatriarchal alterations
ecofeminist Yang
Yin
leftbrain dominantly out
rightbrain recessing back in
win-win
Across all respiring
revolutionary
spiraling
regenerations
of greening air
and blue therapeutic water
and red anthro-privileged fire
breathing MotherEarth
of life continuously
reincarnate
rememory
reconnecting
religioning
reweaving
reinvesting
regenerate
restoring EarthJustice
inhaled
exhalations.
Stepping into a new year,
especially one calling for 20/20 revision
reform
not retribution for anger's past
but restoration of WinLeft/WinRight bicameral sanctuary,
Stepping into a new ZeroZone Asylum,
positive deviance from leftbrain competitions
deductive,
predicting reductive,
business as usual.
Positive left/right harmonic deviance
invites cooperative resistance
against a shared predative,
light-skinned,
patriarchal,
hopelessly heterosexual privileged enemy
of all non-elite people
emerging from leftbrain dominant climates
of EarthTribe colonization,
extraction of life,
enslaving monopolization of egobody-power,
abuse,
disembodied neglect,
Shared asylum against negative lose/lose nihilism,
fake-elite monotheistic Rapture,
Against positive win-natural/win-spiritual passion,
compassionate communication,
ego/eco left/right yang/yin bicameral therapy.
Stepping into this NewYear ZeroZone
can be yet another
in an undistinguished
degenerative lose/lose series,
Lacking 20/20 sensory-neural
bilateral
binomial
polypathic/polyphonic
co-passioning
revolutionary revision,
restoring peace
Earth Climate Justice
inside as outside,
inspiration as exhalation
enlightening as empowering
not-not yin as positive intersectional yang
exponential 0 as polyculturing 1
incoming wealth herstory as outgoing multiculturing health
Ecofeminist 2020
predicting trimtab strategic
global health possibility
of a robust 2121
compassionate
cooperative wealth-climaxing
EarthSanctuary.
May this win/win celebration game
begin not win/lose degenerating all over again,
but, instead, grab hold of regenerative becoming
NewGreen MultiCultural Asylum.