Long Recreates Poems

Each ego identity,
whether of busy bee
or slacker sloth,
recreates its uniquely sacred eco-Other,
mutually capable of Win-Win intentional experience
and memory
toward appreciating capital investments
in further living, not deadening, artifacts
through each personal life 
both cooperative and competing
so far.

So
every shrinking...

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A Place Not Meant To Be
           
PART: II            (699 of 1487 words)

#9: Days of...

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This is my translation of Rainer Maria Rilke's second elegy from his Duino Elegies, which he began composing at Duino Castle in 1912. 

Second Elegy
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch 

Every angel...

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I believe SuperEgo bicameral comprehension
functions, forms, and flows organic
ecotherapeutic integrity;
I believe balanced Left-Right consciousness
orbits toward ecstatic psychology.

I've got nothin' to say
And I'm gonna keep it just that way
'til my mean old SuperEgo
lets me go outside...

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History
as we shall see
is inevitably 
win/win felt revolutionary resonant
more powerfully experienced
than win/lose evolution 
thought theoretically resilient.

Technology of YangNature,
like ecology of sacred YinNurture
begins with regenerative secular tools
for Yang's original EarthPatriotic intentions

As seen and felt
in seasonal choreography,

Economies...

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A Psychedelic Whistle Plays a Rhythm into the Darkness

Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the cold and...

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Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the cold and lonely howling bitterness of the night escapes. 
The...

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The early years of my life were filled with unrealistic social rules and laws.                     ...

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Journey Journal Page 
CHRISTMAS — BOXING DAY 2024
By Leon Enriquez


Here on this good earth
A story draws near
A tale of wise mirth
To usher good cheer
A touch of true peace
In a world of strife
Sad hurts in this...

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To You, I’d used to address my man covered with grime 
  
Poetry was space of style and dressing that I fill 
  
Panicked, incapable, feared loosing rhymes 
  
I thought once:...

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I was gratefully listening
to a theologian musician
repeat a rabbinic tradition
of four levels of resonant soul:
individual (egosystemic),
communal (local),
social (cultural, national identity)
global (Earth,ecosystemic).

A mature musician,
like a wise theologian,
sees these four soul identities
as circular
double-binding octaves,
mutually informing up
and down,
in
and...

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Heaven And Hell

 

Beneath a shroud in mystery

was built a monument sublime,

where flowed a river endlessly,

her flow kissed the periphery,

     withheld the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent

she...

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...patterned after 'Kubla Khan' by Samuel Taylor Coleridge


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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
...

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...an emulation of 
   Coleridge's 'Kuble Khan'


Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
     withheld the grasp of time.

So great...

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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
     ignored the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent
she circled mound and...

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...inspired by Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed...

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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
     withheld the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent
she circled mound and...

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Beneath a shroud in mystery 
was built a monument sublime, 
where flowed a river endlessly, 
her flow kissed the periphery, 
ignored the grasp of time. 

So great the span of her intent 
she circled mound...

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Within the singing stillness of the sphere, I awaken from a breeze,
Consciousness, a proud guardian in the temple of endlessness,
The eternal fire in the hands of time, keeper of the ephemeral flame,
Watches with fervor the...

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...inspired by 'Kubla Khan' by Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
ignored the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent
she circled...

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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
ignored the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent
she circled mound and battlement,
where roses sprang in every...

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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
ignored the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent
she circled mound and battlement,
where roses sprang in every...

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Beneath a shroud in mystery
was built a monument sublime,
where flowed a river endlessly,
her flow kissed the periphery,
ignored the grasp of time.

So great the span of her intent
she circled mound and battlement,
where roses sprang in every...

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What if humans fled to a distant star?
Seeking a better world, but traveling far?
Missing the truth, that Earth was the best.
Leaving behind a planet, to find eternal rest.

Two paths lay ahead, for Mother Earth to...

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Cover me in feathery down,
warmth against winter chills and frozen  ground
leave me to sleep in deep refrain,
until tidal waves recreates my home again.

Step, step, stepping in deep snow,
Hobnail boot prints in trailing go. 

Full...

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