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Our Buddhist alllies,
co-immigrants
moving away from samsara,
like Abrahamic Westerners,
NorthWesterners
and MidWesterners
and East-West Earners,
emigrate toward nirvana--
secular illusion
evolving toward sacred enlightenment,
natural delusion
revolving into spiritual prelusion,
Yet we have this climatic problem
of pathology,
win/lose evil corrupting
ZeroSum energy systems,
power networks,
regenerative empowerment.
Genesis narratives
speak of empowering Eden,
then the Great Unraveling,
Win/Lose decay into samsara,
left-brain dissonant dominance,
Either EgoMe or eco-you,
RightBrain nirvana win/win recession
awaiting remission
Of a wise ecofeminist serpent
where lusty predation
revolted against God our PeaceCreator.
Like Unitarian--RightYin hemisphere--
Universalists--LeftYang-hemisphere--,
Taoists speak not of God as Creator
but of Tao as Regenerative Process
of Earth's intelligent fractal seasons
reincarnated in DNA's fractal functions,
double-negative paradox
double-binary primal Four Dimensions
of NonZero-Sum polypathic
neurological nirvana
Evolving from ZeroSum samsara
revolutioning
reverting back toward nirvana
Inhaling EarthJustice
exhaling EgoCentrism
evolving Restorative Justice
revolving AnthroCentrism
Absorbing samsara--
God of capitalism
God of retributive angry injustice
God of systemic racism
God of Yang v Yin
God of Left v Right
God of West v East
God of North v South
Reincarnating nirvana--
polypathic Regenerative Power
BiLateral Light
BiCameral Energy--
Neurological
Ecological
Biological
Geological
Theological cooperative branches
AND root nutritional systems
Revolutionary Win/Win
Meta-MusEcology
for all Allies toward Nirvana.
Maybe you have got to thinking
I probably should read more books,
but there’s just so much crap out there,
is anything really worth a look?
Is there anything worth my time,
something that will not disappoint,
something that strives to entertain,
not leave me feeling out-of-joint?
We all know there’s tons on lit fic
that is ‘too smart’ for things like plot,
liked only by some professors
who say ‘post-modern subtext’ alot.
With important sounding titles
like The Scarlett Lilac Dream,
where you muse for countless hours
in a bored bisexual teen.
They put a sticker on the front
claims it has won all the awards,
but you read it and realize
why some ancients fell on their swords!
And there’s lots of self-published stuff,
some of which can rather good,
but for every one you want to know
there are ten that you never should.
A lot of chaff to find the wheat,
who has the time to do all that?
Well I think you’ll be happy to find
I can relieve you of all that.
I call it THE BOYS OF THE BREACH,
the latest book that I have written,
there’s plenty of fun awaiting,
so take a moment to listen:
Two former military men
get a job in the multiverse,
protecting teams of scientists.
ensuring that they don’t get hurt.
They a face a wide array of foes,
of almost every shape of kind,
like intelligent dinosaurs
who are dead-set on genocide,
or a gruff, prehistoric bear
hunting our heroes for a meal,
or German doctors who love sex
but don’t allow themselves to feel,
or alien bugs who reproduce
through a form of body-horror,
or wild west madmen who think
new civil wars will bring them honor,
and transdimensional slavers,
what’s a multiverse without them?
It may be a dangerous job,
but these are dangerous men.
Again, it’s THE BOYS OF THE BREACH,
and it’s for sale on Amazon,
just one click gets you adventure,
scifi fun and action strong.
THE BOYS OF THE BREACH, now available on Amazon!
(composed about eight years ago
moments ago this poem underwent
slight poetic surgical face lift
modifications by this bro)
this spine tingling reaction,
sans flushed testosterone
from heads to toe
sketched out sometime
from ~july or august 2012 or so
and (just now) triggered chain reaction for roe
man tick undulations i.e. wishful desires slow
lee shifting (in seconds flat)
from neutral to overdrive
exceeding speedometer limit maximum
nearly attaining speed of light quo
shunt seeing an aesthetically pleasing chic chick
in the summer of full feminine bloom
envisioning plunging hot rod
into her lubricated derrick
(and yes, young enough
to beget me via coital fling
a splendid supreme offspring
of this gap toothed fifty three year old simian),
who doth wanna swing
like a boyish chap
at prime love making time zing,
with thee, whose primary purpose comprised
tutoring my daughter whose deficiency
with language skills warrant
communication exercisesd
born with cognitive developmental delays
in sundry dis guised,
whose academic weakness qualified her since birth -
or soon thereafter meta morph a sized
to receive intervention to allow, enable
and provide her with life skills
even though patience thoroughly utilized
so she can become self reliant as an adult
thus bringing this papa aegis
of said progeny prances carefree like a colt
and via exposure therapy
comfort zones, convince this dadaist dolt
magic touch, sans young women,
(who seem prominent in social service field)
bear witness as thy Punim doth molt
blindsiding actions of tender loving care
these myopic eyes
with hypnotic trance observe flair
ring results conjuring up illusions of grandeur
spurring commendable utterance
of touche...here here
but self consciousness kept gleeful outburst
under lock and key lest detriment comb near
compromising instructional progress,
that could easily dis ap pear
into a sinkhole forsaking requisite basic skills
reinforcement ever since first year
Animistic
animated health
designing intelligence,
dynamically changing
emerging PoliCulture's wealth
Is rooted in economic
and political experiential consciousness
derived from,
and arriving for,
integral EarthTribe's
bihemispheric balancing win to win patterns
tipping forward progressive
democratically yintegral,
not so much autocratic yanged out,
healthy process
Defining/refining
both/and equivocating perceptions
of empowering/enlightening health risks
reconnecting/re-ligioning
secular/sacred EarthWealth,
indigenous wu-wei
Me/We nondualistic
nature/spirit
ego/ecosystemic ladder Poles
Transporting pokey
prickly powering spokes
to flow-hubbed nirvana
holonic ecofeminist Wholes
playing resilient win/win
inventive pro-life-ic EarthJust games
Robusty operas,
gracefilling choreography,
multicultural sexuality of good-sense humor
naturally indigenous ego systems
emerging from deep learning wisdom
Spiritual EarthMother
warm wombed centers
forward feeling
more than conserving backward
win/lose constipating touch
ZeroSum repetitive competitive
PatriCapitalist overpowering
Earth's Great Turning Communion,
poli-cultural
meta-phonic
Me-We wu-wei
healthing EarthClimate
restoring, not cancelling,
cultural wealth
Of polypathic
polymathic
polyphonic
polyvagal
polynomial
win/win polycultural patterns
Redesigning health
resiliently cultured
intelligent climate wealth
Animistic yintegrity
animated Yang spoke
pregnantly changing holonic hubs
emerging MeWe Woke.
Oh, don’t abandon us now!
We so love your masked fear.
Tell us, Dr Fauci, my dear.
What shall I do, Holy Cow?
Should I check my cat’s rear?
Is there Omicron in my ale or beer?
I fret over eating meat from a sow!
Shall I go check my skin in a mirror?
We need you, who makes thing, clearer!
We might have to go to work?
Oh, no, a fate worse than death!
To smell real human breath?
Of boosters and lockdowns we cheer!
Of Meta and Twitter we merrily sing.
The COVID national anthem is our thing!
8/24/2022
~1~
Figuratively tack one hundred
and eighty degrees away...
where joie de vivre underscores
poetic theme, no matter every day
brings gut wrenching tearful tragedy,
thee attention for heart warming
(powdered milk biscuits
of human kindness)
doth shyly beg to gussy
esprit de corps with elan
evoking a reddit ting, snapchatting,
or twittering blue jay
mood, cuz most everybody
(including your truly)
dislikes constant emphasis on may
hem, sans mindless
violent murderous sprees,
nor natural disasters Earth quake
king, viz flooding,
out of fires burning, et cetera
thus, a concerted effort
(minus con vol fluted
schmaltzy arpeggio piano play,
drumroll, or trumpet blaring),
where pomp and circumstances
(composed by Edward
Elgar) try to stay
bull eyes euphoria kvetching,
and uttering oye vey
spin upside down
with a yippee yawping yay
plus countenancing
only gloom and doom
will conclude myself tubby
a cynical secular nihilist
making the ghost
of Missus Muir, Friedrich
Nietzsche, and David Hume
come to life (at least
in my imaginary presence),
and render a meta
physical/ philosophical loom
by expostulating their
respective profound Kant
mind bending room
min nations, even prophesying
after a body becomes deceased
(whoops a slight
non lethal faux pas)
cremated or buried
(with victuals for the after life)
encrypted within a tomb.
Winds of change
are fanning the flames
are fanned by the deranged.
The flames of misdirection,
the winds giving chase
(orchestrated by instruments to enrage.
Horned cheering section.)
Drones of the BlackRock, riders in holdings
park their game pieces in place,
holding and withholding payment Ace.
Get out of jail free blowhards,
influencerned by the currency,
jeering and cheering till blue in the face,
screaming Climate
Emergent Divergent Hunger Games Emergency.
Media trumpet producing endearings,
(lipstick on a Pig) for their Rat King,
(as on a White Horse)
as we grow too Sheepish to speak out, too pale
and timid to spell out their obvious course,
to vomit our rejection as diseased
as we are enslaved
under cells and convections and
tales intertwined, sanctioned throughout,
Stormgate's, leak, its Codex toothed, overreaching security breach.
Never again will we be as we were,
neVer to take flight,
or steer our own course again in our own
atmosphere.
The Mandate is clear, the Score
is reported by message board monitors
of the process, onboard,
onboarding for the Beast System processors,
riding People, herding, coral carolling
to Lucifer, sacrificial Sheeple in a transitional
Rat Race, vermen looking through peepholes.
The Piper's progress is polaroided in twain,
kodachrome rolls back the esteem, smiles of the insane, back of the head, peace sign.
Shut wide eyes rolling white for dead retina scan mouth foamed enrapture
Signature erasure brain panned for fools gold,
sold out, captured souls,(devout).
Recorders in tow, changing how the wikiwind blows,
how counts voted by Moderator,
gestapo teams, Bon Appetit, Virtual Travel, Vogue, Akinator, Mad Magazine.
(Needle in the Aperture bobbin tattoo
BuckarooBonzai glass saddles and shoes.)
Laser id suture chip sewn in diodes
of TripleBeam Barley, Wheat, Triplesec, meat...
Meta threads to breadcrumb gumshoe private dick heads, treads of
sleuth your every thought and intent, move.
Passenger monitoring, the acceptable temperature, moderate beautiful soup lukewarm chum
to taste an ode to the pasts vernacular
naked lunch humble pie shoots
in the face gruel,
heckler
of riding the storm out without Jesus, fools-Spectacular.
(Verse 2 - B) I'm feelin' like a queen, got the crown on my head Got the music playin', got the love in my bed It's ya boy, Young, he's got the flow on a roll Got the rap game on lock, got the haters in they soul We're makin' moves, got the love on a hundred Got the Meta videos playin', got the 2031 vibe, it's nothin' new We're sippin' on that good, got the music playin' low Got the love, got the passion, got the everything, you know Woo, we're on fire, got the love burnin' bright Got the music, got the love, got the everything, all night It's ya girl, B, and ya boy, Young, we're takin' over the game Got the love, got the music, got the everything, it's all the same We're head over heels, in love, it's a crazy feel Got the world spinning round, like a Meta video reel.
I recall words, revisit them,
are surprised how many
have different meanings to me
now than before.
Memory keeps racing into the future,
while stacking up more interpretations -
more import from words.
Symbols and pictographs,
evolved into a written language -
words created Babel.
Babel impelled diversity.
Words dreamed for us,
they began to live in both our reality
and our myths,
we were learning
to cross over metaphysical bridges.
Words are millennials deep
each noun and verb
has built our perception;
understanding these deep roots,
these multi-layered runes,
clarifies how much we see through
a glass darkly, or clearly.
A large horse in a small field.
One day snow falls,
one day it rains,
sunny days….humid, dry
windy, not windy,
colors and climate changing.
You remember all these images once seen.
Each image has its own archived impressions,
together with its myriad meta-associations.
Words are like that, poetry is like that,
when you recall them,
the words ‘horse’ and ‘field’
have endless connotations and aspects.
Then we realize, understand,
that it was never about the actual words,
never about dictionary meanings,
more the act of recollection,
a contextual disclosure
that discovers roots and their revelations;
you remember universal truths,
origins that deepen the more you
recall that they were always
a part your psyche.
These words we tease apart
seeking for hidden innate meanings,
open new realities; new apperceptions
help us see where this you
came from, and where you are now.
When Konrad was ready to kick the stool and the bucket
The nature lover he had always been he chose the canyon
Fixed the solid noose to the sharp edge at the cliff edge
Took a few downers to lessen the pain and the steep fall
Was his worst bad enemy and waited for courage in silence
Just then a guardian angel appeared a sort of Fairy Queen
A Gypsy woman with bells and jingles changing the tomb
Into long forgotten tunes of love kindness compassion
She knew deep in her heart what Konrad had waited for
Had stood at the abyss in tempest yet weathered the storm
It took a leap of glorious faith and he stepped forward
Not knowing what trust would reveal in an ultimate step
For a while the hangman’s promising hawser held on
Meta-morphed into a bungee and suspended the flight
It still took a lot of climbing to reach the unknown climax
Those dangerous times are long gone but never discarded
Unimaginable story lines can have fortuitous endings
And beginnings outstretched on the ragged fabric of life
The angel is now his best friend soulmate and lover
Joined with his loins mind soul spirit and passion abound
Konrad vaulted the void as the world had turned upside down
And found intimate tenderness where darkness had been
Now together the two travellers cherish the glorious mountain
Found stars moons and a whole galaxy of rainbows and sunshine
Listen to comets deep in the knowledge that eclipses are fleeting
25th January 2019