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I believe
our current overly competitive economy of competition,
our AnthroPrivileged environmental era
of critical climate disarray,
is a blip on the screen of Earth peace history
and autonomic neurosystemic polycultural health
A Win/Lose Zero-Sum Deviant aberration
now drawing to a rabid LoseAnthro/Lose Earth
polarizing close
because both WinEarth history
and WinEarthTribe culture
have been kinder to assertive Win-Win confluence
and unkind to dissonant Win-Lose diffidence
AnthroSupremacist
financial and
monopolistic partisan policy planning
to deplete the opposition,
competing within a short-changed
universe.
I believe
we are in our deepest loving
and beautiful bicameral beating hearts,
full-blooded DNA/RNA logosed/mythosed
bilaterally intelligent syntax
Bad Rad Bodhisattvas dancing
in root systemic circles
of Glad Mutual Messiahs singing
with and for and of and through
deep crowning co-infested
RNA-natural networked life/DNA-spirited systemic love
prime regeneratively in/exforming Earth
messianic tribes
and bodhisattva cells.
I believe we needed to invest
in this competition and deductive-scientific transitional
over-swing of Left-brained linguistic/deductive dominance,
reductive individuating consciousness,
to learn together
how to cooperate our ecological
root systemic
politically empowering dance
And why it is important
to communicate
and invest
and produce enlightened songs
and consume engaging voices
as a globally cooperative network
designed to protect
cherish sacred bodies
and re-polyculture segregated minds
win/win aspiring
to reconnect
Beloved Earth EcoSystemic ProGenitors.
I Believe
we have an internal good health/glad wealth
body/mind
nature/spirit
ego/eco cooperatively owned
and EarthTribe managed landscape
of unfolding Tao SpaceTime
composed of binomial prime function
with Zero-Centric meta-polymorphic
regenerative
crown/root bicameral
messiah/bodhisattva
enlightening/empowering
co-intelligence.
I believe
singing is what Anthros can say
with resonant performance wealth
AND
dancing is what EarthTribes can do
with resilient engaging health.
I believe
we are a Society of Unitarian Universalist Bodhisattva CoOperators
within EarthTribe's self-synergizing evolutionary agenda.
When life enjoys our full inhale,
breathing in-formation,
Then dying purges through breathing out,
exhaling excarnation,
recessively oriented toward last breath,
precessively convexing (B. Fuller) back in Dia-Memory toward next breath
as first breath of each eternal moment;
reverse regeneration advent.
These two, living fully and dying co-redemptively for future regeneration,
always balance within each Eternal Prime CoArising Moment,
at least potentially, with implications, enthymematic,
as Yang+Yin Incarnating-Form = Polynomial+Not-Not-Binomial In/Out-Formation.
Summing and adding,
proportioning and Golden Ruling,
Natural Lawing and Ordering all these universal Tao variables,
Zero-Balancing Life-Fractal Prime Relationship
and Economically Deep Ecological TransIssual TransActions,
regenerate full ++/(-)(-) naturally dialectic fractals
of harmonic trust restoring justice,
Prime Principle of Universal Life/Death systemic apposition
through (-)(-) double-binding,
double-negative bicamerally balancing hemispheres
noticing RNA's Dark Logos Soul;
PreGenesis of Tao.
This Form of Great Chi-Atman Explication (Bohm),
Incarnation
Primally follows from our regenerative speciating path of evolution;
Tao.
SpaceTime languaged as Tao,
Great Harmonic Way,
evolves elusively, evasively,
ubiquitously, coincidentally,
Yet latent (Implicate--D Bohm) within are objects
subjects of dense ergodic Energy, ionically balancing bionic,
co-intelligent in-formating,
Dark and dim,
blinding Primal Vortex,
implied, implicating, Synergy-Love Order,
Latent with life-force,
regenerational (0)-sum systemic.
Life-force being very true,
positive as double-negative,
rational numeric,
just systemic,
Laytext evidence,
content-ing Golden Rule riches within
this (0)-soul Theorem's (G. Perelman)
human natured deductive dipolar Proof.
From the days of old till now
Taos' Logos for manifest Forms,
Beloved Green Commons enculturing,
has never ceased formating,
permaculturing,
By which we may view this Progeneration of Universal Intelligence (Fuller).
How do I know the shape of DNA,
double-bound smooth-structured elliptical Co-Memory?
Through Polyculturing Natural Systemic
Ecological
and Economic Optimization Function!
I have been finishing up Sacred Economics during this time of fall harvest and thanksgiving. I have enjoyed this read especially as I add in vocabulary and analogy from my background in Permaculture Design and Community Development.
Eisenstein's economics of a more beautiful world
follows the ecologic of health,
like a richly embryonic egg-yolk
pulls its developmental compost
from environmentally vulnerable,
ubiquitously transparent,
gooey natural norms.
So, this gives me cause for regenerative thanksgiving,
in this Earth-optimizing time
of Co-Falling and Co-Arising Harvest.
One illustration, my additions in brackets:
"The money [health] system we have today
is the manifestation of the scarcity mentality
that has dominated our civilization
[and threatened our wilderness Commons]
for centuries.
When that mentality changes,
the money [health] system will change
to embody a new [eco]consciousness.
In our current [competitively unhealthy] money system,
it is mathematically
[and logically]
impossible for more than a minority of people
[and species]
to live in abundance,
because the money [health and beauty] creation process
maintains
[yet also struggles with]
systemic [economic and political power] scarcity.
One man's prosperity
is another man's poverty."
0-sum, win/lose
health v pathology
me v you
mind v body
yang v yin
man v woman
1 v 0
full v empty
transcendent v immanent
commodity v humanity
competitive
all v nothing value system
Ignoring Earth's ecologic
of cooperative empowering health care,
like a richly embryonic egg-yolk Commons
pulling in developmental compost
from environmentally vulnerable,
ubiquitously transparent,
gooey win/win enlightened
bicamerally intelligent norms
Individual ego-static Left
languaged passions
AND
individuating eco-ecstatic Right
languished co-pleasures
like thanksgiving
and joy
and boundless compassion
for others
as for ourselves
loving others
as health-wealthily co-invested
as win/win possible
in this TaoCommons Time
in this sacred
vulnerable
and transparent
EarthEnvironment
Doing our win/win best
to sing and speak
wealth's passionate wisdom
while dancing and acting
health's co-pleasuring rhythm.
A student hunched over a Macbook Pro gone mad with overachievement,
Typed away at a fifty-page essay with aid from sleep's bereavement.
As his fingers stroked the keypad's letters with pace and fine finesse,
The clock struck midnight when his stressing brain had asked for rest.
"I must finish," he said to the self trapped inside his aching tired body,
So he popped his prescribed Adderall and brewed twelve cups of coffee.
Then, his two fellow suitemates had returned from the school's library,
Whose brutalist folding shapen stone held tomes for the literary.
It was a university named after Jonas Clark, where Sigmund Freud had given lectures,
On his first and only trip to America: the failed experiment, according to his own conjecture.
The boy was a psychology and political science student who blended these two fields,
In his work to describe how his government affects the mind, which his paper would reveal.
Then, as the stimulant pills and beverages began to awaken his mind,
Something began stirring in the lights strung in the corner of his eyes.
They were Christmas lights, though colored orange and purple,
And wrapped around the square room in a luminescent circle.
The boy heard a sudden buzzing sound shocking him like bee,
When he looked he saw what seemed to be a giant flying flea.
It was hiding in the lucent trickles of lights that splashed upon the walls,
And making an electric voltaic sound which scared the boy who ran into the hall.
As the boy shut the door in stupefied horror of the bug inside his dorm,
His body began to tighten and tense while his hands glown red with warmth.
He looked up and could feel the fluorescent lights shaking on his skin,
As if each of the photon's strands were tiny shooting needles and pins.
His brain began to beat as if it were to burst through his furrowed brow,
As its very own waves began to blur the vision his eyes would not allow.
Darkness melted over his sight like chocolate atop a marbled cake,
As the boy's mind pushed him into a dream while his body had been awake.
A nightmare had melded with reality from the overstimulated boy,
Whose mind had trapped him in a terror and played with him like a toy.
With eyes closed,
particularly after never
mine lips ne'er touching drink
I experience replete surreal visualizations
vividly pronounced heightened, augmented
mental journey virtual realistic brink
particularly the following link
https://www.youtube.com/
watch?v=1ZYbU82GVz4
yours truly (i.e. me)
enters sweeping dream state,
whose (ahem this modest) great human
experienced way after hundredth wink
no mean feet recherché special effects
haint no rinky dink
trick the average kindergartener could think,
quite the contrary skeptical reader!
Impossible mission yours truly,
could never describe for dogness sake
no,... NOT even after I make
transition back into webbed
oft times trumpeted as "fake"
wide world of consciousness
mere seconds eyes of mine ache...
dumbfoundedly blink awake,
yet cerebral impact analogous
exiting hypothetical dark cave
eyes painfully adjust to light
no mutter me noggin I soberly shake
Socratic dialogue - described
even today (across swaths,
where silently occur
metaphorical tectonic Earthquake)
of college/university students far and wide
with mooch hoopla and rave
communicated, viz out fancy schmancy
rhyme nor reason courtesy
one cereal lactose intolerant flake
courtesy within Plato's Republic
(worth rereading even
non political science majors ought
to give revered literature fair shake.
'Course aye haint here to lecture
but moostly strive to enlighten
hmm... methinks most likely bore
extemporaneously spewing pablum
also aiming to appeal toward
self accomplishment less or more
before tonight April 23rd, 2020
becombs tomb morrow,
with unbeknownst notion I explore
which aspiration to craft daily poem
constitutes what endeavors apt (guaranteed)
to find thee into deep sleep
cocking mine ear to hear ye snore,
no matter bajillion miles away your
respective dwelling from mine -
now (at long last), similar to the night before,
(Christmas), I hightail out - with minor confession
where Matthew Scott Harris doth
strive to become substance of legendary folklore
(hence no need to utter vamoose)
with cheery bonjour!
It's remarkable how strong denial can be,
it appears that the wise have it right.
Most who vote, in their nibs, trust a flatterer’s fibs,
(hide their heads in the sand, hate a 'fight.')
So, we vote for our prejudice, opt not to think,
though what's right may be right in our faces.
Earth's warming cries, “Ouch!” Look, death curls on our couch,
as we wager our souls at dog races.
Now fossil fuel lies at the heart of what matters:
oil, gas, coal, polluting resources.
And waste (we now marry) births futures more scary,
burns prospects of wealth with divorces.
If head is on straight, you know world’s time’s in doubt, for
strength fails us, and Love needs ‘Revival Halls!’
Air, soil, clean water, and sea drift toward bankruptcy,
Rabbits who breed wean our kids on ‘Great Malls!’
It's the logic of math that spells out coming doom,
Population growth change is ‘tough trick,’
Hear me please (if you sigh)! Hate to hear a child cry?
Trust the humble when voting, not dick!
Long Tooth
June 25th in 2017
Poet's Notes:
What most fail to understand and appreciate is the implication of the exponential function of math. The ENTIRE PROVEN RESERVE that the new Alaskan pipeline will only meet US needs for 2-3 months folks (if that was all that we had) and we could run out of mineable coal in 25-50 years not 500 years. If you care about the future at all, you should check out a DVD called 'Arithmetic, Population, And Energy' by Dr. Albert A. Bartlett, Department of Physics, at the University of Colorado. Yes, you should be scared of both Pollyanna types and science haters in both political parties. Donald Trump is to me a clear indication of how fragile human civilization really is.
Some may enjoy comparing the earlier version of this poem 'Simple Math' which I have left standing on this site with this new version. I don't revise older poems very often though I might, of course. Sharing both versions with frequent readers, I hope, will give those who are interested a chance to witness how my writing of poetry is evolving with time!
Basketball stands for war or battle.
That's why I think about the players'
personalities, in my foxhole or squad.
Danny and Ben are fast and smart. Dan
especially can pass making him master
and commander. To defeat them as we did
is very satisfying. Ben's five year old son
is intelligent but distant. Disdains to answer
my question Why are you you?
But I'm not here
to catalogue the men's personalities.
I like them. But each of us has moved on
many times, when _______ suddenly died
the games went on with hardly a mention
and his name has since been forgotten.
But even this, absolute mortality
of not just our bodies but our names
and souls is not what I came
to talk about. Yesterday, between games,
I asked Joe how Molly his daughter likes
the high school. He mounted an impassioned
defense of reading as the indispensable skill
when I suggested math, the scientific method
and history are essential too.
Also between games
Bob diffidently asked why my kids are bald.
I was moved by the care he took to satisfy
his curiosity, concerned the subject might be
difficult. He's a political science teacher so
I took the opportunity to ask What ails
the republic? Of course I answered myself
wanting mostly to hear myself talk about Iraq
and how empire is self-correcting. For once I was amusing
I thought, treating the subject with a light touch
heretofore lacking.
But none of this is what I came to say.
A new guy, very big and strong, a
bulldozer under the boards with a good
outside shot if needed got into a dispute
with the other Bob who likes to tell people
what to do sometimes, about an offensive
foul Bob called which we almost never do.
The new guy said If you can't take it don't
play under the boards which is what I say
when I'm pissed and don't give a ****.
Bob said You've been pushing and shoving me
all day. I said He doesn't want to be
pushed and shoved which got a wry
smile out of Danny as I put the ball in play.
*Theresa's Quote:**
"To the black hairstylist: Again, I will say that you are a blessing to these women and a blessing to this hair. Black hair is a heaven-sent gift that helps black women keep their heads held high in public."
I prefer the black wig B1; it suits my complexion and looks convincing.
This is about her internship in Washington, D.C. During her college years, her health fluctuated. She spent two weeks traveling from Maryland to the city, all while searching for a place to park her car.
Before boarding a train to Washington, she majored in political science. Some stories are best left untold, but not this one. It eagerly reveals itself through my poetic sense of humor. Poetry writing is not only about rhythm and rhyme; it can serve as a voice of reason, a therapy session, and a means of soul-searching as our fingers work their magic.
A Black woman’s hair is often viewed as off-limits to outsiders. Her numerous wigs are her crown and glory. Her extensions tightly squeeze her natural hair, which she ignores for the sake of beauty. Even with a low-paying job, she carries herself with grace. Even if it means using the same wig repeatedly, she secures the B1 bob cut with bobby pins.
On that Friday afternoon, her school credits were on her mind. Her career path and every little thing weighed heavily on her thoughts. Even her romantic life took a backseat. As she headed toward her car in the parking lot, she searched for her keys in her bag, thinking of ways to beat the bumper-to-bumper traffic back in Maryland.
As she opened her car door, she noticed a well-dressed man in the adjacent car watching her. He looked attractive, and her instincts kicked in. Was he checking her out or being creepy? She offered him a faint smile.
Just as she was about to get in, her bobbed wig fell to the ground, exposing her messy natural hair. Embarrassed, she quickly picked it up and closed her door, silently asking herself, "What just happened? Why did my wig let me down?" Second chances seldom come along.
Form:
THE QUEEN
Oh thee thou her Royal Majesty the Queen!
Your glory is carved in the heart of history
Your presence is a sight mortal men are privileged to behold
Your beauty is phenomenon envied by the king’s mistresses
The princes and princesses are here; but the queen has been there
You gave birth to all that have been and that is good
Your silence is enough speech to men of great knowledge
You are the road constructor; the bushes has now become a path
You made the colours in the bushes turn into beautiful flowers
You are so magnificent a royalty; your prestige is felt by immortals.
Glory to the glorified queen of the social sciences
Hallowed be thy name; Political Science
You are so significant in all your doings; recognition is paid for things not done
If truth be unveiled; the right things will be said to the right ear that listens
Marvelous is your name; without wings, you still fly above all with wings
Your foundation will forever remain unshaken; withstanding violent winds
The society is greatly indebted to you for the great elites you produced
With or without visible structure; you remain greatly invisibly structured
Without you in this chess game; the king is forever at risk of being checkmated
Political Science! An essential tool for national development.
In appreciation to the appreciated
You are the queen every other queen wishes to be
Without you, there is no more you; the queen of queens, you will forever be
Let there be criticisms; the words and actions of men can’t drag you down
So highly enthroned in your majestic throne; every other lesser being bows down
Honour to who honour is deserved; Political Science deserves the honour it gets
Her light shines brighter than the stars of the sky; illuminating beyond gates
You are the temple of knowledge; you are praised for your versatility
The queen that fosters unified excellence; you are the spring of unity
Long live the Queen! Long reign, the Department of Political Science!!!
...Lordvip…
D’ Poetic Beast
Cooperation is
about potential of relationship,
for equitable integration,
maybe even some healthy co-arising assimilation,
correlation
co-relations.
Cooperatism is about investing our healthy time
in ourSelves
and each and every EarthBound Other
Earth’s vast loving health potential,
evolving
revolving
dissolving
involving
divesting
investing
infesting
While Capitalism is also about wealth-investing our money,
commodities of sacred Earth's equivalent value,
net-working anthroprivileged resources
and ecosystemically synergetic assets,
Earth’s therapeutic regenerating AnthroMind/EarthBody balance,
political and economic cooperative
perennial revolution of healthy climates, of course,
but recovered
re-involved
re-connected
re-ligioned through polyculturing/multiculturing
resilient/resonant true-health EcoLogic
wherein Earth’s longing to repurpose
greets sublime AnthroErotic coital co-redemption.
Capitalism, divested of its Cooperatistic Political and Economic Evolution,
is a sad reminder
of AnthroSupremacist wealth v. poverty
over-industrially militarized
divestment from permacultural eros roots
Neurosensory win/win reiterative health
versus
win/lose 0-sum pathology
Capitalism, divested of Cooperative Models and Theorems of ReGenerative Developmental Creolization,
is a suffering suboptimizing reminder
of Capital's integral potential
when re-invested through natural/spiritual
EarthBody/AnthroMind
Cooperatism’s co-binary
vast health wealthy potential
politically resonant within
as economically resilient without.
Wealthy republican capitalism
healthy best re-invests
in healthy democratic Cooperatism
as light is drawn
toward Earth's revolutionary recircling.
Capital feeds agapic cooperatism
as wealthy AnthroMinds
erotically co-engage
healthy political
sacredly integral
EarthBodies.