Long Inheritors Poems

"Universe to each must be
All that is, including me.
Environment in turn must be
All that is, excepting me."
       Buckminster Fuller

Evolving Universe to each must become
All integrity that is, including me.
Revolving...

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My inside mystic still searches
for my strongest and best
omnipotently higher all-embracing Power
of unchanging monotheistic Truth
and Beauty.

My outside voices
still long for deeper Power
through widely multicultural EnLightenment
of changing
flowing spanentheism
in-between Earth's ecological Nature face
and my own ego-identity's theological...

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George Lakoff, in The Political Mind (2008),
speaks to permacultural tension within democratic governance;
between conservative competitions for sufficiently orthodox authority
and progressive movements for more cooperatively integrative empathy.

This purpose of mind,
or human consciousness,
is to evolve further humane...

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Deep Listening is integral and creative;
learning to listen in an organically sacred context.

It works most effectively when we,
and our teams,
and families
and EarthTribe sacred species,
trust our cooperatively shared environment,
so everybody can venture outside ego's inside tiniest...

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III. Ecological Awareness 

In this fragile eggshell
I will call life
for security's a mirage
I chase.
Existence is a gamble I take
a wild and
desperate gamble.
Not a problem –
to dissect, I say
but an eagle’s call
heard.
A life joy-filled
sorrow
I feel every...

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When I was a child
my evangelical family 
went to People's CoOperative Bible Church,
to rapturously pray and praise our privileged preachy partialness,
political and economic and social and environmental,
spiritual against physical apartheid
of superior, divinely-inspired, theology,

Yet, somehow rooted...

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Heretofore stuffing said scandalous fête
worst day of year turkeys do hate
though vegan lifestyle
sweeping culinary tables of late
though me and the missus
still omnivorous foods sate

palates sprinkled (of course
while mouths full with borscht,
and eyes wide shut)
with garbled...

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Straight rows of soft chairs, larval eyes stare blank
Absorbed by glowing colors on the wall
Their jaws slack, fetid whiff, unwashed and dank
Arrested minds the blue screen does enthrall

Their horticulture, growing docile strains
Indulge the twisted whims...

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*Henry Ford developed plastic from soybeans for cars. It degrades! 



Art As Activism II

Imagine no longer the sounds of seagulls squawking              ...

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Famed gold crepuscular rays angling down
Knifing in between, through volcanic haze 
Hualalai and Mauna Loa’s crowns
Fire Goddess Pele greets fresh island day

Fuchsia blooms explode, steal attention
Pollens mingle on zephyr coastal breeze
Hallowed entry, this tropic dimension
Surf...

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The book of torts is the new manual for life
The law is king and
The government must always be praised

Efficient and effective parliaments
Are measured by legislative prowess
As laws multiply
So does government success
They believe only in themselves
So...

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Even when our fathers were not there
They penned the edicts on their behalf
And decreed how the people should live
So, like sheep we followed their lead
Hoping for fields of lush pasture
Full of dreams where honey drips
Noble...

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Within the fog of did you see?
An old woman, made up to the nines
Can be seen in the corner of the non-believers eye
Purse in hand and a glass of wine
Waiting for a lover who never...

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Doing the will of God* is His desire for believers
Obeying Him as the Master while overcoming selfishness
Increasing faith, having been imparted with divine nature
Nurtured with Scriptures' truth
Gearing toward faithful stewardship.

Taught to tread along righteous paths...

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One of the great things about being an artist is that even if I can’t change the world I still have an unfettered opportunity to express my opinions. To keep from exploding, I made these...

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Heaven must yield to glory
Accept our orphaned children
Come light gentle bathe
These black forgotten corridors

Distorted images of death
Dance imperious before our eyes
Struggling to live right
Surviving the darkened dread

In the calm balm of amnesia
We float in carefree...

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(Your Flowers Are Thorns too)
O! Nigeria
Your flowers are thorns,
And thorns are your attire,
When light comes,
They laugh and smell.
In the scorching noon,
You wear the colour of sanes;
And on the slate of the desert
You inscribe your ‘thirst’
You’re...

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I live in every man's struggles.
I lose myself in the crowd;
Everyone has a story of loss,
Of a childhood that ended abruptly,
Transmogrified into juvenile gods,
Worshipping, genuflecting, reacting,
Pale with the anguish of bent backs.
And every man lives...

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There's nothing more precious than a child's love
because their hearts implicitly trust you.
Their love's as pure as the Angels above,
and I, for one, believe that to be true.

Nothing feels as tender as a child's hug,
as...

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