Long Purist Poems

In Ayn Rand's "Atlas Shrugged"
she paints a nationalistically wealthy saint
where also lives a monochromatically utilitarian narcissist,
sucking on attachment to fame and power
for bought and sold ZeroSum accounting Souls.

If the perfectly powerful pure patriarchal patriot
were your...

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DT2 came to me, unwillingly and clandestinely,
only because he was referred by his mother,
who was concerned that he was growing up and out
to become an ego-terrorist,
and she had heard of my feminist work as ecotherapist--
so...

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"I am a painter and my eyes are the paint brushes I had if I look up with my open eye I see the Horizon I see the clouds to be continued
Oh shutter as I...

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Gold is your soul


The drive there will be boring.
The arrival so momentous!
The disappointing greeters;
The sights not quite as expected.
The smell at times will be rancid.
The art of it all will be lost.
They will say “Welcome...

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Mentors with the BeeTrees

From NorthWinds
come darkening winter
as newborn discontent
waiting to spring forth.

From SouthWinds
come summer's diastasis
climax of full-born wisdom,
contentment for and from all four directions
spread across sleeping hearts
of each nighttime regeneration.

From normalizing WestWind toward East colonializing
patriarchal...

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Natural predication
greets sacred promise
to restore peaceful justice.

Omnipresent predication
greets polypathic promise
for restoring love as grace-filling justice.

Omnipotently disintegrative powers
of HellFire prediction
too quickly settle for monoculturing retribution,
punishment
due to FallenNature's past spiritual sins
in absence of paid-forward
gift economies
for notnot co-arising
Sacred...

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As I awake this morning
I remember a Barney song 
for my more oppositionally misaligned daughter.

I love you
and you love me
even if I couldn't realign my four B's,
Brain,
and Branches,
and Belly,
and Butt, 
these four aligned
good government.

If you...

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Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken and rustle.
Bristlecone pines ever sway slowly,
while pockets of air blush...

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The healthiest and wealthiest ecological objective
of designing and playing life
is to optimize potential for continuing reiterative plays and transactions
as long as possible.

Win-Lose
EitherEgo/OrEco
ZeroSum monopolies,
such as bottom-line competitive capitalism
and bullying
quickly devolve,
diminish down to one supremacist  ego-political...

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It caters to an arrogance of hate
when war becomes a method of despite.
Through vile contempt, he seeks to cultivate
a dogma that defines inhuman blight.
The devil’s plan has given due consent
to let annihilation be the goal.
Let...

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I have an inside Mother Eartha Voice
which She would prefer
to keep hidden
given any cooperatively healthy
democracy choice.

Mother Eartha
does not necessarily trust
the sexy grace
and beauty
of all Her StraightWhiteMale
potential Allies

College educated
but RightBrain contextually
environmentally 
straight white privileged
tone deaf

Unaware of...

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Four days have been spent going about like goats
following curves and ravines, climbing cliffs and being tortured by prickly pears
the cactuses from hell that I'm certain are alive and plotting to puncture our feet,
in many...

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If the world were a soccer ball I'd be mighty tempted
to kick it high to kingdom come.
After what I learned today I feel ripped off,
feeling the sparse warmth of a dimmed out sun.
Pray tell who...

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WITH A MAGNIFICENT VIEW 
OF THE UNIVERSE,
ONE HAS TO ASK THEMSELVES,
HOW DO THEY 
UNDERSTAND THE UNIVERSE.
IS THE UNIVERSE ALIVE?
IF I HAVE THE ABILITY TO THINK,
DOES THE UNIVERSE IT SELF...
THINK OR HAVE THOUGHTS?
I THINK AND SPEAK...

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Cicero!The life and death of a wise man.The sage of our time.An epitome of truth 
and unparalleled hypertonic wisdom.A paradigm of a purist;a saintlike mortal.We 
remember you today and always.Adieu!
Cicero!Oh!Cruel death,wicked pangs of death!You were...

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In the boxed gilded frame exists the residue of
A painter’s vision, of his nightmare placed upon
Canvas.
Locked within the cells of four square,
Lies a view into the ethereal world beyond our
Conscious mind.
A heckling demon does laugh,...

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The rented hall ways so surreal.
Cheerful alumnus ranting sex appeal.
Forgive my dropping a time bomb.
Taking Mother to the prom.
Our student body didn't shake.
All others escorted steady dates.
A proclivity prom, above all others.
Our band encrypted, "The...

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I’m a maniac.
So is everyone  
Or they are just dull—by default.
I’ve always been excited 
About something or the other—all my life.

I was, for instance, a cricket maniac once,
Swinging the bat,
Though I didn’t swing well...

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Thieving Without Conscience

There are thieves, and there are thieves without conscience. ..
Woe to the average Malaysia, of the latter are our elected politicians....

As the US treasury did put it so succinctly that there can be...

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For my purpose in life had I always been searching
Ever since I grew up and became conscious
That humans live only to die;
That they are mere dust particles spread over 
An uncertain surface
A surface controlled by...

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Often, I enter a contest
I enter the ones I like best
But one sponsor said
Write stood on your head
I moved on to check out the rest

Another said stand in a bucket
Write Latin, or I’m gonna chuck...

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I dreamt of future prospects pushing boundaries of my dreams
The likes of which exceeds the limits life allows to do
Familiar unknown dwellings lined with promises it seems
Ascending as I hoped to reach the heights we...

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We used to just have a cup of coffee

	Black

		Possibly with milk

			Maybe with sugar

Mostly on Sundays and with cream as a bonus


Today they call it caffe latte or cappuccino

	Americano for the purist

    ...

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Within the walls of the catholic church
the rape of innocence behind the preachers
altar, holy robes discarded altar boys
sodomized by the righteous absolute
power corrupted by soldiers of God

The victims of the roman collar
implore the clergy to...

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I was on the road to Vezalay, for Richard and his
quest. All the Christian knights would gather from
countries east and west. The papal hordes would
vindicate, and our swords and banners blessed.
As I walked the woods...

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