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And yet we are one inside/outside communion,
one ego/eco-integrity potential sanctuary
Polypathically capable of nesting
eager for re-creating
healthy commitments with family
and toward more extended communal memberships
beyond our egocentric self-limitations.
Love
experienced,
our necessary shared foundation
for co-passion growing outward,
optimistically upward,
fundamentally downward,
seminally inward,
across Earth's reveling space
and across all time past
and imagined healthy futures
for co-investing eco-souls.
Communion is who we become,
community is where I live,
while cooperatively designing
future GreenSanctuary searches
researches for all local Souls of this Judea
Zero JudeaZone
with holy/unholy River running through
Historic English
and Native American,
and multiculturally privileged/unprivileged daughters and sons
of African and Caribbean slaves
and their owners
and their past owners' allies,
economically and politically and personally experienced
with creolizing space for nutritional ego-freedom
wherever
and whenever
and however we could cooperatively
internally plant
and hope to harvest
and digest
and share living river water
and then re-digest that happily extended WinWin sharing,
caring for cooperative GreenSanctuary future investments,
investors
While reflecting
and story-telling
in more LeftBrain academic graduate communions
what we are deep learning together
about pan-sectarian sanctuary development
of good faith communions
GreenSanctuary communions
with democratically cooperative government networks
working and playing WinWin
within Mother Earth's great WinLose risky ZeroSum history
still with Win-ego/theo-nomial and Win-ecological opportunities
within each healthy moment's positive integrity potential
for GreenSanctuary positive-deviant revolutions
restoring Left with Right peace
among all nature/spirit soulful inter-relationships
Revolutions in Left-secular with Right-sacred peace
restoring all North/South interdependencies
reweaving all West/East historic ElitePatriarchal/NonEliteMatriarchal
creolizing power centers,
Yang/Yin timeless nutritional communions
Witnessed by outside ultra-nonviolet voices
still celebrating this trans-cultural healthing Sanctuary.
Laura has inspired me to go back to the beginning
And write like I did at the start
About life, and love, and the passions we share
Bout the roles we all play a part
Limericks are a lot of fun and so easy to write
But it's time to return to my roots
Going back and reading my earlier compositions
Has really inspired me to reboot
Honestly have enjoyed my long run of limericks
Providing many giggles and guffaws
The time has come to get back to my story telling
Though I'm still addicted to applause
Sure don't mean to sound arrogant or egotistical
That's not what I'm trying to say
Got so much inside, just bursting to get out
Quatrains provide me the way
So Laura, I thank you for inspiring me to write
Bout life, love and passion we share
But trust me, the limericks are alive and well
As for Depends, wear an extra pair
© Jack Ellison 2015
Along rails of ambivalent dreams,
Bittersweet yet luscious flashbacks
Take me back to my friend, the tactile moon – a
Quiescent basin of grace and alchemy: we would utter
And laugh about legends quite arcane from books
Chipped from eve’s daily flamboyant story – telling rites…
As willows stoop like night’s immolation for more
Replays of drama, our guiding star acts as an intercessor
For excuses to prolong near dusk's trail in our former home--
This quintessence of a young spirit’s hunger to journey
Far across moon-friend’s range in an endless, mythical glide!
11.15.16
Ten word challenge -2 for John Hamilton
Flawless Precession
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"Without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect.
"there smooth flawless precision"
Traits and performance an original style
time honored maneuvers and holds
each specific performance both in tandem
and collaborated teaming, in exchange in to exchange
they perform with specific Conclusive story telling
with rhythm and rhythm. Never quitting, unsubmitting
and going and moving forward
using Eager--Tech wrestling. Techicail and Precise precision.
Emotional Drama and Conveying a story using skill to speak
there glory. Evaluating strengths and weakness. Formal application
acceptance and matched "paired off to square off."
Not devaluing an opponent in there submission,
praising there performance and eagerness to perform.
Hardwork,stregic moves and never quitting."
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Objectives and Goales
Effective formulas
specific
measurable
Achievable
Relevant
Time Honoring
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Written by:
Con Duite and
Hon Teuse
Of Divided Posuring
of Ganador Ganador Inc.
A Pro Chored Collabative Co.
(technical difficulty, setup, or risk)
Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle
It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die
She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward
The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true
Next: My Story Telling, Who is this Princess
Because you choose to wait
for Jesus to return to Earth,
Because you choose to wait
for your self-righteous Rapture,
our Great Transitional End
of naturally sinful,
unspiritual
carnal
mortal Earth,
Which do you also choose to do while you wait
to die
so you can Paradise live divinely,
timelessly,
cooperatively,
with fullest possible integrity
of Earth nearly become,
yet denied,
Heaven?
Do you choose
a life lived in communion
with God your Father of creative love,
like sunshine
blessing lily splattered green meadows,
embracing isolated willow trees
producing modest yellow spring blossoms
caressed by healing butterflies
and bees?
Or do you choose
a more LeftBrain dominant life
of capitalized Ego-autonomy,
a dying paranoid Win/Lose life trend
toward isolation
and Lose/Lose helplessness?
Do you too often choose mono-egotistic competition
despite long-term health risks?
Over-extended tragedy
for all potential future children
of all organic EarthTribe,
communal polypaths
inviting resilient multipurposed Paradise
of Health today
Reforesting
healing
planting and harvesting
communing with non-sectarian organic Earth,
Especially when sun shine calls
to ultra-violet daydream rainbows,
crescent stars shine
bright night
extended family
crystal communions,
story-telling fire-circle flames,
songs of full theological disclosure
in nature's liturgical spirit dance,
Bicamerally exploding
peaceful sufficiency of messianic return
both affluent and effluent
Because you choose not to wait
to return to messianic/bodhisattva wealth
of Win/Win health
and ecopolitical reforestations,
anciently awaiting
anxious transubstantiations
Secular EarthHere
with sacred UniversalNow,
ego-healthing space
within eco-bilateral Time.
Hell Embraced
He wonders when it happened, when it was it seemed he fell.
He fell in love with darkness, he fell in love with hell.
He started loving whiskey and he loved his Friday nights.
He hated Sunday mornings, he loved those bar room fights.
He loved the taste of cigarettes and he loved his cheap cologne.
He learned to love the night life but he hated life alone.
He loved to feel the hunger and he loved to feel the burn.
He hated her for teaching him things he never wished to learn.
He loved his friends and family his love for them was strong.
Until the day they turned away the day they did him wrong.
That's the day it happened that's the moment that he fell.
He wrapped his arms around it and he embraced his hell.
They danced like there's no tomorrow long past the light of day.
They danced like no one's watching, they danced his life away.
But then came the moment he knew he slipped off track.
He stood to face the devil and then he took his life back.
He's forgiven those that hurt him he's forgiven all their wrongs.
He started writing poetry, he started writing songs.
He tells it on the mountains he admits he lost control.
He tells the world his message he bares to them his soul.
He speaks against injustice, he cries out for the weak.
He sings songs the deaf can hear the voice of those who cannot speak.
He no longer loves the darkness he stays home on Friday nights.
He loves his Sunday mornings he stays away from bar room fights.
He still smokes his cigarettes and wears his cheap cologne.
He avoids the night life and he hates life alone.
He found a brand new hunger and he feels a different burn.
He tells his own life story telling all he came to learn.
Edwin C Hofert
Dear Black Man,
Shout out to your deep waved, shaggy, Afro picking outlines. In honor of the loose fitting jeans with the snap backed, wide hip loving, story telling beats that carry on like the echos of the Congo drums from the motherland. Black Man, I Black woman, am not here today in the name of needing my beauty sanctioned or demanding R-E-S-P-E-C-T from you. I am not angry at you, I am not angry with myself. I am angry with the systems operation on our children' self worth. Don't ever think I am here to stunt your growth. I am Black woman, whose being is the closest thing to God. Whose body is in conjunction with the earth, boring life, as the birds and bees have come to be. My appreciation for you goes on and on like the munchies of the fiend. Though I will never truly understand all the turmoil this earth brings to your face. We share burdens which are too similar to ignore. I see you, Black man, working hard with no reward. Watching your brothers getting stolen and washed away. I see you scared for your lives, running from the greatness of which your sons and fathers possess . Is it that you don't want to show them the potential that has been taken away from your lips? Black man, I uphold your royalty, you are nothing like they make of you to be. Grab your brother's hand and lift it up in solidarity. I black woman, am dignified to stand by you, and fight through any war in the honor of our people. Black man, I hear you. I feel you. I am black woman, whose name should soothe your worried shaken ambitions. Black man, over time your inventions have been gripped by the European counterparts that fear you so much that they intruded your Black women in plain sight. As deep as the hurts appears to be, You and I are the strongest unit, Black love is one of the most sacred existences that there is. Lets turn away from the road of shame, moving toward the flight to recovering and discovering the greatness of who you are.
Love,
A black woman.
Expression of ideas with a sock
The puppet master shows part of his skill
We listen, he makes the characters talk
Imagination the key to the lock
We're somewhat surprised he gives us a thrill
Expression of ideas with a sock
They say you have to crawl before you walk
I guess this is the way he pays his bills
We listen, he makes the characters talk
He opens up doors with a subtle knock
With story telling he gives us our fill
Expression of ideas with a sock
There is so much laughter mixed with some shock
Lost in the excitement staying real still
We listen, he makes the characters talk
The puppet master he really does rock
He controls the strings we go where he wills
Expression of ideas with a sock
We listen, he makes the characters talk
The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking
Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died
As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence
Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt
My Story Telling Together In A Strange World