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I have a lot of questions
questions
questions
he repeats
slowly creaking
and dancing
on our screened porch
peaking swing.
Radiant
in fiery ginger godliness,
mind centering omnipotence
He is so far ahead
of answers,
I feel embarrassed
to share them.
But, in not sharing
I become lost in caring
what he might think of me,
feel about we
without sufficient daring.
He swings **** retentive
in a whole new light
of previously unrepresented delight.
Ah! that could not be my question.
A hypothesis, perhaps
meriting further research;
new questings.
It feels important to me
this questing
for high and deep best male alert
dessert thick
and creamy,
dreamy wave of carnal delight,
absence of fright
or fight
in last and long dark nights
on seas of swings
just f.....g right.
I want to squeeze
these pulsing questings
out of this maleness
female mess
so quickly
complexly asked
and chaotically given
Shriven
of clothes
but not masquerades
of closet questions
questing answers
not yet hard
and widely embraced
formed
invited graced gay notions
Of motions
and emotions
just right
and left
bilaterally in-between
bicameral lusts
and bisensual leisure
to swing all theories continuous
polypathic
polyphonic
polyvagal
polymetric
polyamorous ways
Of in
and out
and rebellious shout
for Earth's most carnal freedom
of re-connecting
polycultural con-scientific re-ligioning
questions about straight and narrow
meets wide and deep
Why 1
slides so sexily
through 0
shape-shifting chakras
of natural
spiritual co-empathic pole
and holistic energy
like nuts
round bolts
and male
inside female bipolarities.
So many questions,
he gloriously proclaims
in majestic awe
meets lusty wonder
As his bi-gendered feet
gently invite
our graced swing
to sweep and seep defeat
with co-passioned
revolving Earth
back to Spring
and forth to Fall
One late summer morning
on our screened porch
secret secreting swing.
Are you an optimistic realist
or a realistic optimist?
Are you a fatalistic humanist
or a humanistic fatalist?
Staunchly capitalistic rules out socialistic
but can't socialistic flirt a bit with capitalistic?
Artistic may be wildly narcissistic
yet is narcissistic necessarily artistic?
If nihilism goes ballistic
Are ballistics then nihilistic?
Calvinistic is never hedonistic
but might hedonistic become Calvinistic?
The theistic frown on the atheistic
yet the atheistic themselves were once theistic
The egoistic are not likely to be altruistic
but the altruistic may well be egoistic
Linguistics is so much more than dry statistics
yet statistics make or break theories of linguistics
The opportunistics are not naturally idealistic
but the idealistic must often be opportunistic
Can something simplistic be pluralistic
or something pluralistic be simplistic?
To be perfectly objectivistic
~ I am frankly rather pessimistic
Democracy is what we do
and breathe together
to empower ourselves.
Some would say the same of prayer
and holy communion
and secular communication
and healthy relationships.
Democracy seems like an empowering experience
of equality and interdependence
before it became an anti-royalist political philosophy.
Which may serve as a humbling reminder
that great abstract theories
so left-brain universally fascinating
derive from whole mindbody experience
of individual egos,
healthy or other-unwise.
If no ego-experience,
then no ecosystemic consciousness
of democracy
or autocracy
or kleptocracy
or plutocracy
or oligarchy
or capitalocracy
or theocracy
or patriarchy
or even warm accompanying matriarchy.
Multiculturing democracy,
a hybrid of egalitarian aspirations
and interdependent respirations,
requires organized
stable
win/win ego/theo-logical communication,
health wealthy ecological relationships.
Disorganized communication
is an oxymoron,
like enriching divestment
and disturbing attachment
and democratic capitalism
and resilient win/lose compassion.
Democracy is what we win/win breathe
do
develop together
to empower egohealth identities
and wealthy ecosystems.
Indoctrinate me if you dare.
Take my brain, all of my ideas, and stomp them to bits, prove they are wrong.
Take your time, and bash them about, mercilessly and in an angry way.
Coax me out of my comfort zone, shake me away from my theories and suspicions.
Tell me what to think, what to believe, encourage me to study one agenda, a contradictory way.
Convince me that your truth should be mine, that it is more powerful, and true than my own self-worth.
Drag me kicking and clawing from my hiding place, from the safety of my own inner knowledge.
Beat myself out of me if you have to, terrify me with your mad idea of sameness, and disbeliefs.
Pour propaganda over my head, put subliminal clips into my I-pads, take over my brain, if you dare.
Make me into the masses that worship you, make me a fervent follower, no longer believing in self,
But in a greater good – your good, your truth, your ways, your majesty.
Convince me of the rightfulness of your misogynist theories, help me block out the truth of myself.
Show me a truth I never gleaned before, when I was sane, before you began to brainwash me.
Mash my dendrites into a reluctant bloody submission.
Come and get me.
I wait for you, eagerly plotting my counter attack.
Cluck. Cluck. Cluck.
I am not kidding.
Come and get me if you dare.
Game of chances,
World of stances,
Where lies the rope of happiness...
The issues of life sided with sadness,
Everyone seems to cope with it all,
But nothing is left for the world anymore.
I'm not left behind the bars of a champ,
Integrity and Muppet theories belongs to which camp?
Born to rule without a map,
The life of a hero subbed with perfect gap.
Join my fraternity to destroy every trap.
You need only faith,not a playstore app,
Niggas feeding on fake notes,
Bragats perishing in archaic coats,
My integrity builds pillars of gold.
In fact on good road...
Causing rejuvenation in dead bones.
Where lies the perfect goal?
Deeper in the future though.
Who Jah bless,no one curse.
He that is dead can never be heard,
Conscious of nothing...
May be the body is in heaven.
Come in for drops of water.
Cowards already registered with a matter.
So becareful brother.
With double edged sword,
My redeemer esteem my personality with an accord,
Indeed my emotions can't afford,
The world is a total report,
Beat your eyes in the glasses,
Only to suit your carnal fantasies.
That's John Doe positioned on multiple axis,
But just know my story is not hooked with fallacies.
I'm out....I'm out...I'm out...with memories!
It’s easy to mistake spilled coffee grinds
on a counter top for small dead ants.
It is all too easy to mistake sugar granules
for the white sands of Montego Bay,
to push dunes into a drop of lukewarm water
with the etched whorls of a seashell finger
farming for life among scattered elements.
I have seen the cows that graze on skin,
some are as big as elephants, some flock like sheep.
The relativity of size and shape
troubles them not
they munch through dead epithelial cells
while you, a giant among pigmies
drink your coffee, rinsing your brain with
picayune tsunamis.
At the bottom of the mug where the past is revealed
it’s easy to imagine how all the minuscule beings
that grow too large to live
can end up as spillage on a countertop.
All too easy to conjecture
that where you touched your lips with a fingertip
worlds broke apart, ran like mercury
into a thousand fiefdoms of cloned flora,
exiles determined to survive
the Brobdingnagian avalanches of your fall-out,
a debris that can be instantly wiped away.
It’s easy now to see
that there is an aqueous cosmos in a bead of sweat
that is ignoring you completely
as if some greater hand were constantly
wiping you away also.
Nobody paid attention when the situation caused tension
disrespectfully dismissive saying it was my invention
label me as needing lies to feed hunger for attention
turning all eyes blind spreading theories and misdirection
Leaving me alone and subject to the suffocation
laugh at me though I show a clear and open frustration
never letting go of the idea it's my creation
as slowly distance grows leaving me in isolation
In reality my jobs lost but is shown no recognition
bullied out unfairly forced to sign my resignation
seeded in all minds remains the idea exaggeration
unemployed I'm acting up displaying aggravation
I needed help but when I shared
I was shown nobody cared
they even had the nerve to dare
and spread their idea everywhere
Treating me like I'm a fool
claim I'm always shouting wolf
joking all the while I fall
tell the world I talk the bull
How dare they not believe my words
show I'm worthless and desert
ridicule pain and make it worse
call me mad as truth they search
The truth was silenced the whole time
as was I whilst labelled out my mind
the truth I tell shows friends unkind
as all tell me help I must find
Ignorance phenomenal
I suffered and lost it all
I was treated horrible
now I'm judged illogical
They don't believe a word I say
they don't believe this adds to pain
and I tell friends to go away
the world believes I'm acting strange
This is my reality
an unknown actuality
viewed as my insanity
though it all happened to me
So I walk on alone
understood and not upset
losing everyone I've known
knowing their an idiot
Once upon a time
Earth was formed
by Yang light radiance
and Yin moonlight flow of tidal grace.
From Her Eastern hemisphere tidal waves
and deep ocean rivers,
prevailing winds and rains
clouds and magnetic waves,
fire and wind storms
flowed with YangSun rise
toward western evening's sacred Elder dusk.
Western hemisphere's turtle back
flowed appositional with YangSun,
prevailing with and without FullMoon's yin-centering tides.
Once upon post-millennial time
of expanding co-operative Gaian Theories,
neuro-psychology's ecology of healthcare-giving
and receiving WinWin love,
we noticed our nondual Turtle Hemispheres,
LeftYang industrial sunlight revolutions
with RightYin sustaining GrandMother sacred moonlight evolutions,
Industrial Revolution days
predicting non-renewable energy descent into nightmare nights
but also yin-renewable energy ascension
into and for and of
climates and landscapes and mindstates and dreamscapes
of 4D political reversion therapy,
rooted in ecological flow systems
of tidal waves
and oceanic rivers,
prevailing winds and rains
and root systems of nutrition,
clouds and ionic/ironic dipolar dynamic balance,
revolutionary fire and wind pollution storms
merging with anthro-hubris denial,
our Yang-dominant don't stink,
flowing west to east again west,
north to south reweaving north,
left to right healing rest
in bilateral trust
both secular Left
and sacred Right regained.
Theological theories
attempt to explain religious experience.
Philosophical belief systems
attempt to respond to consciousness
of internal egocenters
and external ecosystems
in prime NonZero Summary relationship
of co-arising emergence.
Ecological correlations
are systems of positive
and negative,
cooperative/competitive
environmental experience
of natural nutrition,
spiritual communion energy,
communication,
nurture,
health wealthy services
given as received.
Economic science theories
attempt to respond to experiential values
win/win
disvalues win/lose
and misvalues lose/lose,
both macro-EarthSystemic
and micro-Ego/EcoCentric.
Group Metric Theories
attempt to respond
to questions not yet asked
because not yet binomially transparent
about what and why experience
lies somewhere in-between
+1.00% ecstatically co-empathic
AND
(-,-)00% empty
yet not not yet timeless co-passion.
Living EarthTribe
co-acclimating theoreticians
secularly creolizing synergy
sacredly transubstantiating integrity,
together
regeneratively multicultural mediation experience
restoring EarthJustice
Yang/Yin medians,
mediums,
media,
dialogue,
conversations
non-violently compassionate
20/20 ReVisionary Theory
that non-evangelistic spirituality
also means non-violent communal naturality.
The mailman is certainly sketchy
way to tall and sort of gangly,
his arms are long and his skin is pale.
He arrives at 10:04 without fail,
never sooner; never later,
and my old dog never barks
like he does at the park,
be it leaf or be it squirrel,
be it a little girl that twirls,
or be it nothing there at all!
The Earth is flat
and landing on the moon was fake,
I simply don’t believe in that,
but I think the mailman is an alien.
I’m convinced his vehicle is a UFO
that transforms and flies at night,
or did I see that on a TV show
long ago when I was eight?
The doctor says to take my meds,
the aliens are in my head!
Sure Doc, because bees don’t sting,
and a hollow moon doesn’t ring.*
*On November 20, 1969, NASA deliberately crashed the Apollo 12 lunar module into the Moon, causing it to vibrate or "ring like a bell" for nearly an hour. This phenomenon sparked theories that the Moon is hollow (like a bell).