Long Silo Poems

Some days and nights
I am terrorized by death,
cold silo ache-echoing fear,
claustrophobic breathless dark
barking inevitable factness and finality
of my decomposing mortality,
of history's posthumous demise,
post-humorous as hell.

What good is death
if it cannot at least invite eternal engagement?
Hopeful...

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Break my neck; snap it in two, snap it in half
don't give me that incredulous, frightened look as I ask
don't hesitate in front of me, please just do me this favor
so I gain a halo,...

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Feminist ecotherapists,
deeply immersed in polycultural ecology,
a systematic teleology of cooperative nutrition economics,
remain rarely flushed out from their safe spots.

A self-isolating,
often eremitic,
subspecies,
with shamanic nature-as-spirit tendencies,
our most articulate mentors often wander off
to pray for,
breathe and suffer and...

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Disciples: How will we know True from False Prophets?

Teacher: You will cooperatively discern them
by their polyculturing love.

When does fear that disasters are becoming too relentlessly true,
masquerade as anger that such events and facts and trends
must...

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Once upon an evolving time
we were a great first nation,
or second nation,
depending on your historical perspective,
but definitely not a third nation
although some cooperative economists
thought we might be competing ourselves
in that over-invested and ego-inflationary direction.

This first...

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This story remains unfinished
as do all the best tales told.
Yet I must warn you
it has a happy healthy ending,
not dystopian,
although not a finished
political wealth utopia, 
Ever After LoveLife;
warm accompaniment
trusted energy of democracy

Where this power story...

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Dregs and tumors of decay
co-arise therapies 
for humoring healthy
wealthy life.

Those who stand on tiptoe do not stand firm;
Those who stand with equal weight,
bipedal-planted, do stand resiliently firm.

Those who strain their leftbrain stride 
do not walk...

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Moving into a new home
with anonymous neighbors,
whom you typically have not even met
before deciding where you will replant yourself,
and perhaps also your significant others,
sometimes including multiple generations,
and pets and plants,
all takes place before you have...

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Red hot and cool Green peace
passions bring us to this sacred 
synergetic EarthTime

More dialogue regenerative
when cooperative
so more redundantly competitive
when endless debate degenerative

Less producing fruit
of Future's healthy
integral
Whole OpenSystemic 
secular and sacred 
indigenously wise potential.

Thriving individual subsystems...

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May supreme Force
become You.

How is whiteness
like straightness?
she asked

And how is maleness
like left-brain dominance?
he responded.

It seems, 
to usually curious
and always ancient
right with left dipolar ecofeminist Us,

Contracts are secular agreements
designed to improve mutual odds
of losing less value
as...

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One dark night a saucer crashed;
the military quickly cleaned up the trash.
In the distance, what they didn’t see;
a thin, white face between the trees.

Once all was quiet, little Gili-ok crept,
from the woods where he had...

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Why is it
as I watch The International CEO Actor
unilaterally Ordering disinvestment
in both domestic and Earth's cooperative-organic health,
I feel cold harsh January snowblow storms?

Dismaying cold
calling me toward hibernating silo of unencumbered sleep,
possibly to dream of sequestering...

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When ‘He’ decides to destroy one and all
I’ll spend my last day in this old snooker hall
My cue in one hand and a beer in the other
I’ll play my last game with my dad and...

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Polypathic genius,
thought Bucky Fuller, 
grows polycultural Plan A intelligence. 

Paths creolizing cultures co-arise 
composing comprehensive consciousness. 

Plan A sometimes feels alien to Anthro-capitalized values,
like bad economic news, 
because ecological relationships
regenerate diversities of love life 
through...

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Forgive me
for sleeping while you weep,
for breathing while you wilt,
for beating strong and true
free without you
in an unforgiving sea.

Challenge ungrateful Universal Us
to never swim or fly without unitarian we,
to dream in Win to Win 
rich...

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My car-ride silence
is not judging you;
maybe me,
but certainly
and more generously
unconditionally not angry
or shaming
or blaming
you for unpardonable sins
against sainted me.

With you in a powerless passenger seat
and me in a self-punishing driver's
need to alone defeat
our unshared lonely...

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Ah, the life surreal.  Nothing like wearing the weirdness like a greatcoat as I sip bad hotel coffee and muse over where the last few years have taken me while watching ice flow around old...

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MegOHBlister
They built the underground chamber well reinforced with concrete to the depth of 
three miles into the center of the earth. NO steel girders were used. They did not 
wish to be trapped when the...

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People say my poetry is mostly doom and gloom
But I’m a funny person and I’ll prove it to you soon
My wit and sharp ripostes are a constant delight
Let’s see if I can tell this story...

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Welcome to the integral states of up and becoming polypathologists,
tautologically
deep MindSense/BodyFeel ecologists
listening graceful co-mentors before gratefully speaking
eco-woke up 
and wiki out evolutionaries.

Past Yang political Angers 
recreate Future Yin-Fear of hated economic decomposition,
recession,
depression, etc....

Co-Arising

Past Yang-Truths
recreating Future...

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Love without Beloved,
Beloved without Love,
neither alternative could be
me without you
you within me
both equivalent would be 
We.

We without you,
or me,
this simply can not be,
we takes both equally
bidextrously 
ambivalent

Without me,
just you,
or me,
which We cannot 
co-arisingly be.

I could...

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A dreaming man in the state of REM
sees the dream as a reality
rivers of thoughts like sparkling gems
reveling in his new found sanity.
hours ago, a dozen empty bottles
deafening music and cheesy sizzles
gagging from second hand...

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From the trenches of the dark underground into the sewers of the slumworld, a place terrified with the pain of fear, gripped from their minds unto their souls, they are afraid of the outside world,...

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folks, there is a brand spanking new
kind of idiot
that walks amongst us &
no,
s/he is not a ****ing zombie---
some film mustered creature who
erupts from the dead like some
fictional biblical bullshit
to wreak havoc on the rest of...

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When I was the tender age of seven
   I was to go on a week's vacation...I thought "heaven".

   My uncle had a '55 Buick in two tone green
   A...

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