Long Toxicity Poems

The organic building of a coordinated artist
begins with reconstructing competitively clumsy LeftBrain technicians.

Whether learning to play the piano
or learning to communicate in some new language
or learning to adopt,
and/or adapt,
norms and nuances of some new cultural...

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I’m stronger than I realize,
I’m not alone
And I’m not a failure

I am focused on the prize -
God’s Kingdom today, though I’m on my own
Feeling like a Jailure

I was brave enough
Life can be quite rough
I was...

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I am sorry
about my judgmental,
sadly disdainful,
tone
in earlier messages.

Even worse,
I remain embarrassed
for spreading it out
for key staff
and leaders
to well-positioned see
and hear
and feel,
touched by wounded toxicity.

My training 
and experience
includes victimized by homophobia
and healing through community mediation.

Within this...

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I’m stronger than I realize,
I’m not alone
And I’m not a failure

I am focused on the prize -
God’s Kingdom today, though I’m on my own
Feeling like a Jailure

I was brave enough
Life can be quite rough
I was...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and 
turned over 
replanted
sunnyside down
expunged and 
wrung out

eventually,
not totally oblivious, 
they...

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The last time you felt good, you played along with them, and they were fooled
The feeling inside was blue and you always considered the suicide rendezvous
It’s when you can’t laugh or cry, and feel it’s...

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I know
you know
you stole our property,
our mutual possession,
our sense of co-ownership,
of belonging together
to grow our health forever.

I know
you took it for your sole ungrateful possession,
to use for your self recreating purposes,
not a subject for open...

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What might it take for love to conquer anger
fear
hate?

How is holistic compassion already more contagious than a-holistic self-hatred,
we-hatred?

There is more than one way to hear a**holistic here,
but they all have to do with sectarian divides,...

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I remember my mindbody would tense
sometimes
then relax into confusion
while non-consiliently reading Bucky Fuller's "Synergetics 2."

I also remember,
and too often reweave,
Fuller's stream of thought ecoconsciousness
as I read  Beck and Cowan on the well-timed subject 
of...

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A childhood memory warmly reminds

A game of Where's the Thimble,
hidden by a gang of siblings,
or just one strategic sister,
left for me to rightly find
as I wander through our living room,
following bilateral fractal cues,

You're cold,
freezing really.
Now...

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POTD 21 November 2017

So professional in his lies - So ruthless in his ambition
Feeding lies to the simple folk - convincing in his deception
Telling them they live on toxic farm land - succeeds in striking...

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The SunGod of ReGenerative NOWtime
is not a jealous lover.
S/he is an omnipotently bilateral lover of integrity,
revolving spirals of Earth's multicultural confluence,
abundant divinely humane polyculturing climax landscapes 
co-arising lovely diversely healthy subclimates,
our promise and endowment 
for...

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What my kids too often fail to notice,
and what I am guilty of weighing too lightly, 
to avoid timely discernment,
are contrasts in density of opportunity
and toxicity of risks
hidden within our values and disvalues
themselves.

Disvalues shallowly accepted...

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When we feel imprisoned
by our past,
by bad opinions,
negative aggressive reputations
from get-down bullying
on our worst bad day
or mind/heart-altered night
of rightbrain prominently
screaming red-blooded outrage.

When we feel imprisoned
is our moment of opportunity
to imagine Earth
where all Tribes feel win/win...

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I want this poem to show how easy it is to die and the many ways you can die. AND how hard it is for some of us to live. By accident / on purpose…...

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*Bear with the length of this poem. It is very important regarding the Palestine, Ohio Catastrophe.

One of the biggest environmental disasters has happened in Palestine, Ohio
But, the people there are left in it without adequate...

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Nothing grows naturally
or resiliently,
and certainly not perfectly,
from the top down
or from the outside in

Including pyramids
and sustainable nutrition economies
and healthy
organic
democratic co-passion systems.

Some win/lose things
that do grow virally
from outside in
and/or over-powering
top down:

autocracy
cancer
kleptocracy
pyramid schemes
negative pathology
eco-political colonies
capital expansionism
invasive species
StraightMale...

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Another bon voyage on next leg of journey...

into the unknown courting lovely lass
crafted four years ago to date 
flying colors while eldest progeny 
an undergraduate 
at storied university did pass.

Even at a young age, she
first...

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What to tell about me? ,
that my mother did not want me ,

I destroyed her carrier ,
dad thought we were a barrier ,

he left us because of me ,

my mom wanted to be a dancer...

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Your nothing, but a piece of !
Your nothing, but a waste of space!
Your nothing, but a filthy liar!
Your nothing, but a sack of crap!

You got no heart
Just a hollow shell of a human
You’re a robot...

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The sky benighted, cloudy, grim,
In such a way that even dim,
Was every thought of mine.
And ponderous drops of weighty rain,
This morbid air and smell maintain,
Thus frame this scene malign!
With eyes as dreary as the soul,
Of...

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There are some who say that marriage is old-school and out of style…
Yet single-parent families still devastate the child.

Some claim that the old writers are problematic, their works should burn…
But human nature doesn’t change and...

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Reading the past of written words
Remembering the verses of each feeling that had me believing of a curse
Slowly, being given images of reason
After siezures had me forgetting
Time, people, places as well things
What's the purpose of...

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As the odyssey in the skiff continued a more sentient being begun to appear,
At times feeling as a eunuch who was unable to change anything,
In zenith of toxicity as miasma on a cold misty morning.
What...

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When I heard the news of her demise the walls came and slammed me down.
For months the only thing that was able to be felt was the blood that was to bleed.
Hate consumed me and...

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