Long Rewoven Poems

Wounded Sacred Dementia

My last foster care-provider
and -receiver story
is also a sad story
of my last special needs adoption
of bipolar born,
and oppositionally reared,
alcoholism.

My BiPolar Wounded Child
turned an auspicious five
on the day I first saw her,
and promptly rejected...

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Today
we left off yesterday
to pick up
where speaking non-violent principles 
too often neglect to listen
to liberally artistic,
green and active
yet non-reactive
compassionate healers
may need to co-invest more
in co-operating democratic research
of
and for
WholeEarth DiaLogical Matriotism.

Excuse me,
but co-passioned listening
to silence
speaks not...

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As I look back across more musical times
of rhythmic reflections,
ceremonies and commemorations
of each dawn and dusk eremitic liturgy,
if that is not an oxymoron
of sound and sight,
song and dance,
tragically sad, yet also bilaterally bound with happier...

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Why does my multicultural applauding message,
my polycultural cheerleading,
sound so monocultural chant, rant,
a passionless litany of redundant verse?

Who would have it said of their voice
It remains both too rich
and yet wandering on far too long?

Even resonance
can...

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Let us begin
by explicitly undressing
what may have been
implicitly held
multicultural feelings:

1. For the overwhelming masses
of teeming and scheming 
healthy human adults,
and especially adolescents,
peak sexual experiences
are also our peak
lifetime
spiritual experiences
of compassion
co-passion
shared orgasmic passion.

2.  Our elder right...

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Who wants to join a sacred cooperative
with both divine and humane purpose,
secular meanings
with organic liturgical rites
of seasonal passage?

Indeed,
who would not
should ego's veil descend
like commodified energy's nonrenewable extinction;
LoseLose trends of nihilism
within psyche,
fascism 
within a paranoid society
which...

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It has been said
by Shakespearean wit
All the world's a stage.

And so it is, I actively and fluidly suppose,
One Great Transitioning Stage
of diverse seasons
and eons of becoming cooperatively larger
and, especially under climates of crisis,
competitively smaller, too...

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It was a nasty war.

To call it an UnCivil War
is to avoid an obvious oxymoron
as embarrassing as Military Vitriolic Intelligence
through lack of Anger and Fear Management,
violently over-industrious absence of mutual civility.

We were too optimistic
about democracy's...

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Hope for richly resonant peaceful warmth
wraps perfectly and mutually redeeming moments
correlatively weaving absorbent straining ropes
woofing full wefted tapestry
through subtly suggestive tipping points
predicting dissonantly ruddered resolutions,
transitioning shuttering events,
prophesying regenerate Tree of Life RootSystems

Crowning eco-nomially balanced appositional...

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EarthMother's unwilling Emissary
asked each faith community
and patriotic party
what they thought and felt
about God's preferential option for the poor,
despised,
criminal,
homeless,
wounded and powerless women and children,
physical disabilities,
sick,
terrified,
rabid with anger and fear,
enslaved,
addicted,
insane.

Does this sound like an accurate description
of your...

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Do you know that you saved yours truly? 
Your courage stood bright, and your heart didn't find me unruly

You fought for me, even though you barely knew me,
A stranger’s shield, a light that defended freely
In...

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Religion
could be more spiritually grounded
in healthy ecological relationships
were theologians and governors
to remind each multiculturing Other,

This re-connecting work
of religious economic and political enculturation
is less about unchangeable past history of TruthSpace
and more about continuous,
resonantly reculturing
EarthBeauty Time

Less about...

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The woodcutter and puppeteer
once lived 
in coexistence
although unknown
craft left hidden
strings quietly rewoven

In past life
the woodcutter 
was greedy
and when threatened
by possibility
cut the strings
holding together
glue and wax

The puppeteer planned
and they quarreled
until the woodcutter
lost their glue
and the strings
once...

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Fearfully awesome bumps
lumps
crumps
slumps in powerful night
become reassuring natural dynamic spirits
with first overpowering light.

Bumps in angry nights
may retributively escalate punishing
darker climates of mutual lasting Hate,
And milder short-term disassociations,
more competing human Natures
idolized above Earth
invested democratic-rooted Spirits.

More nourishing...

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Imagine
universal win/win integrity
confluent energy
perfection

Like global peace,
a left brain expression
right mind felt
ideal value

Challenging to not hear now
not win/win feel here;
not smell
or tell,
universally empowering
and unitarian enlightening

To swell across Earth's surface
integral win/win cooperative
healthy democracy imperative
nonviolent communion superlative

Restoring EarthJustice...

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My autonomous ego's life
feels unfinishable,
unthinkably mortal in future disconnection;
an unfinished compassion life,
unfinishable love,
an unpolished divine icon
of Earth's self-promulgating creation,
recreation
becoming more articulately interdependent folks,
intersectional resacralizing populations,
self and other co-empowering creolization processors,
ego/eco-transubstantiating
north-western left hemisphere's historic win/lose secularization.

Meanwhile,
our...

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Great
and small
spiritual teachers
glowingly preach
and promise disciplined pilgrim creatures
Nirvana,
Paradise,
Heaven,
Blissful Features.

A timelessly perpetual climax
no natural teacher
this side of Eden's regenerative garden
would dare speculate
we might reasonably anticipate
some great rewoven day
of universal redemption.

It is this Bliss,
too univocal
too monochromatic,
I begin...

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Magic evaporates with comprehension
yet mystery and majesty and myth
deepen and widen with understanding
how where we came from
is also why we return.

Pathology and suffering diffuse with ego's eco-consciousness
and miracles erupt through standing under
where Earth's now time...

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Dreams carry me across
  a mysterious land

Where the voice of my fathers
  so gently commands

It echoes quite softly
  in words only sung

A joyous recital,
  rewoven and spun

I never can stay there,
...

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One voice against the universe 
one sigh against the sun
my words are but a breath
who am I, that I should speak? 

Life is an imperfect gift
wrapped with broken bows
the hopeful eyes of a child
the ragged...

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