Long Transactional Poems
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I wonder sometimes if longing
is no more or less than misplaced belonging,
on my list of absences
that are more honestly presences
we have deferred explicitly owning right now,
you and I potentially co-empathic,
Left with Right dialectical insides and outsides,
without even knowing this absence from each in-
and outside other.
Things and relationships and transactional places
longed for yet unseen and unknown
we walk within and of and for in outflowing imaginations
both within and without ego/ecoconscious polypathic sacred-organic
ecology.
Bicamerally,
as Yang to Yin to not not back to positive Yang
we long to belong to no longer longing
to become to not not simply be
ecoconscious healthy EarthTribe cooperative reorganizers,
as, hopefully, was, and remains, Elder RNA's original organic regenerative designs,
Earth's original thermo-resonant polyculturing climate intent.
Personal and familial history
evolves into ecopolitical re-creation and de-generation stories
of great, and more typically smaller, transitions within dipolar climate histories,
ecological WinAnthro/WinEarth evolutions of octaved major thru minor memory dialects,
musical pitch and personal rhythm patterns of vibrating light
across evolution's transformative polypathic through monopolistic trends.
BiCameral CoBinary neurosystemic anthro-intelligence
recreating ecosystemic Gaian-intelligence matriarchal mysteries
HerStory cooperative strings and tales of evolutionary synergies,
authentically integral
indigenously and wisely owned incorporations,
divestments from dysfunctional climatically revolting competitions,
unkind suffering loss and death,
slowing domesticated empire-building force of irreligious nationalistic form
by day,
tsunamis and hurricanes and Earth's quaking futures by night
As perceived through bicameral co-evolving eyes,
still longing to belong within co-empathic humane-divine
nature-spirit Me/We ego/eco-systemic healing
body-mind belonging
cobinary
neurosystemically felt-thought longing
anima/animus rebalancing belonging.
Social media became the judge that poisoned physiognomy
Social media now has its own psychology
There is no more genuine face to face interactions, because lust floods biology
The face has been erased for the pixels of sexology
A drowning economy because we rather support only fans than find ways to support the bureaucracy
No wonder we are seeing the death of neuropsychology
Roles so reversed we have lost the genealogy
When she looks in the mirror she sees Daddy's eyes, and Momma's smile but the world undresses her facial personality
Curving conversation selfishly only seeking the artistic curves of her body
When he stares at the broken glass, he sees Momma's strength and Daddy's courage but the world sculpts his body into the pleasure of a transactional protection, oh the dichotomy
When the world saw a face, it used to reveal the honest truth
Lord knows you could smell a lie under the bags of weary eyes
Lips used to serve kindness now you need a social media degree to get by lip service and scams
We no longer see face to face, so word of mouth has turned into opinions over facts like everyone is playing telephone
I hear you through the keyboard, but your WPM aren't fast enough to hold real weight
So, I'll just wait until you can say it face to face
p.s. you used to see a heart when you looked at the face...
We were (Leong, Peter, Anna and I) eating at a popular Italian eatery (outdoors) and the check arrived - I swooped across the table and grabbed the check from the waiter. Peter whispers, “You can’t pay for everything the entire weekend.” “Why not?” I say, “It makes me happy.” “There’s no reason to,” he says. “I need a REASON??” I snort, which always makes Leong laugh. “Have you MET me?” I say, shaking my head dubiously. “I’ve met you,” he pronounces, “and you’re a NUT. Thank you,” he says, indicating the check exasperatedly.
Peter’s transfinancial: a rich man trapped in a poor man’s body. He has taste but he exists on a grant and a meager stipend. We’re just friends but I’m holding a bag and he’s not. Besides, he needs a new laptop - badly - and shouldn’t be squandering his grips on me.
Greek-life is on the rise. Maybe it's because those groups offer planned social events or because, with COVID winding down (covid smovid) there’s more going on. There’s a pressure here - to be your most authentic self - to be top academically, socially - to have your calendar filled out. There’s a frantic nature to it. I’m being lowkey rushed for a fraternity (for next year) but I love my roommate situation and I think I’d druther stick with this set I love.
Which begs the question about social time. Should it be methodical, relentless, super planned out? Super planned interactions can seem transactional and not easy going and natural. College social life is so different from high school. College life is so much more charged in every way. The range of people you meet, the broader perspectives, the available options for activities.
I find myself in a search for balance. Private time vs social time. Before covid, you’d go to school and then you’d come home to your room, where you could just hang out. It was a self-care place.
At university, a dorm room is less of a “home” where you can be alone and spend that healing time. You never know who's going to be in your living room and what they’re up to. I get claustrophobic when my door is closed so I rely a lot on noise-canceling technology.
A dorm room can seem like those covid lockdown days - there’s little or no separation between academic and private space. I’m just unpacking some thoughts. *shrug*
Slang:
set = click/group
grips: duckets/money
holding a bag = flush/monied
I’m okay you’re okay
I’m not okay and that is okay
honour your parents
but respect needs to be earned
blind obedience kills childhoods
and where right becomes wrong
opposition becomes duty
genes and hand me down customs
un-reflected socialisation and traits
are a wicked combination of templates
for unexpressed emotions
and irrational thoughts
when defence mechanisms
and blindfolded acceptance
create no more than a chip
off the old block
on one’s shoulder
to be okay
is definitely
not okay
yet in a way
it is never too late
to have a happy childhood
because adults can play
and now I need
to talk to my Selves
just a bit because otherwise
analysis becomes paralysis
07th September
written with Eric Berne's concept of transactional analysis in mind
Words in the journey
Sentences the narration
Distinction with a twist
Emotions add to all of this
Transactional approach
Ernest Hemingway, Famous Writer/Novelist
Some of his works, “For Whom the Bell Tolls, Old Man and the Sea and Farewell to Arms”
Venturing into reader’s hearts and minds exploration
Expectations into what the reader thought only a gesture
From land to the shores being the awareness of breezes circulating the human senses
Aroma of fresh wander, hope and idealistic values
Mr. Hemingway often wrote what he saw and felt
The theory came about as he would travel from Key West to Miami, Florida
He lived in Key West, Florida
4 hours ride from time to time
It would be the Greyhound Bus, and while reclining back in his seat
A Novel that became complete
From the good Earth
Novelist words and sentences connecting the here and there
Revolutionizing extraction
Detail having an awareness factor
Mind and paper of anticipation
Novelist Brew
Greyhound Bus in pursue destination bound.
Old Taoists,
anonymous
universally unanimous
unitarian EcoFeminists,
always degeneratively die
regenerating Transcendentalists
Of no practical use
to humanist Liberals
or theocratic Conservatives
Except as in-between green/red
non-violet ultra-transmediators
listening for non-violent trans-communicators,
democratic multi-dialoguers,
poli-empowering facilitators,
transcendental noticers,
witness to EarthTribe's
Great Tragic/Comedic Transition
As seen and heard
smelled and felt
tasted and touched by AnthroTaoist
Transcendentalists
Still hanging in there
on ZeroZone ThoughtFull/MindEmptied
Phobic/NonPhobic
double-binary win/win
with OldSchool liberally conserving Tao RealTime
Health/Wealth co-arising transcendency analyzers
Anxiously anticipating multiculturally bicameral
transubstantiating cooperative feelings
absorbing
composting all kinds of multiculturing matters
Currently felt as degenerative
divisive
polarizing
partisan,
oppressing
suppressing
repressing
certainly not multiculturally impressing
monotheistically depressing
Descendentalisms.
Becoming One/Zero
DoubleBoundaried Transcendentalists
more in love with Yang/Yin
deep exponential eco-political development
than Yang v Yin
widely divisive ego v eco-maniacal,
less than Whole GreenEarth
Transactional ReGenerativity.
In the realm where love intertwines with gain,
Bouquets and brands, a capitalist's terrain.
Gucci labels and bags, symbols of might,
Love's currency measured in material delight.
Flowers exchanged for moments in time,
A transactional love, a capitalist paradigm.
Dubai's allure, a destination grand,
An investment in passion, a capitalist's hand.
In the marketplace of affections, a lucrative trade,
Intimacy priced, where transactions are made.
Love becomes a commodity, a lucrative blend,
A capitalist benefit, where desires transcend.
Yet, beneath the surface, a paradox unfurls,
For love isn't confined to material swirls.
In the balance of wealth and emotions, we see,
The complex dance of love and capitalism's decree.
South Africa's tale, a fusion of hearts and gain,
Where love's richness isn't solely in the material lane.
In this capitalist romance, let hearts find their say,
For true connection transcends the price we pay.
Once upon the start of time,
Universal Space was permaculturally natural systemic
intelligence
information--
Positively radiant development
of nondual co-gravitating systemic memory capacity,
progenerically,
pregeneratively,
birth-bang Father Solar System
revolving Mother Earth,
their swirling twisting revolutionary prime relationship
diastolically reflected in Grandmother Moon's
monthly periods of fertile gravitational light
and dark newly dissonant transitions.
YangSun radiates Yin's EarthTribal Skins,
breeding hydrogen and oxygen,
and that whole tribal table of
ecological economic transactional cooperation,
air and water and soil and fire
and synergetic love-chemistry sets
of live-systems,
evolving and absorbing reverse-evil non-paradigms
of generally dissonant and yet prime-consonant negentropy,
and the rest,
as we often say,
is justice enculturating and in-forming history;
Of poly-cultural evolution and development,
in-carnation and meta-systemic karma,
of enthymematically rooted stimulus and response communication,
of Yang greets Yin
meets bi-rooting Yang
greets binomial Yin
meets binary balanced Yang;
+/(-)(-)0Bit-monomial Time
balancing
Permaculturating
Universal Systemic Well-Being Relationship.
So, if don't nobody bring me no bad news,
we can live cooperatively and peacefully ever after,
with emerging proclivities toward warm glowing campfires
under the stars
reflecting sacred burning bushes
dreaming bicamerally balancing minds.
Too slow is the speed of life,
so we try to outrun avalanches and race sounds,
flee into roaring tubes of hungry water,
brave invisible waves in the sky.
Too barren is the landscape of life,
so we take shelter in surly jungles and unruly gulfs,
set out to survive deserts where even memories die,
trespass peaks reserved for birds and clouds.
Too bloodless are the aesthetics of life,
so we declare emotional asylum in the turmoil of music,
find refuge in the jarring, scarring beauty of poetry,
ask to be abducted into the haunted wilderness of art.
Too transactional are the relationships of life,
so we pawn our souls for the drugs of cults and creeds,
trust in friends or their imposters,
risk heartbreak for a few moments when the world spins.
Too fraught is life with the danger of safety,
so we seek salvation in a rush of adrenalin,
or a trickle of madness.
Empty-handed is no way to leave.
We’ll hitch a ride on those spikes along that flatline.
Or be impaled upon them.
CoArise each remembered
and imagined moment.
CoArise each bilateral inhaled
and exhaled breath.
CoArise each bicamerally conscious heart's light
and dark desire.
CoArise each win/lose work
and win/win play agenda.
CoArise each transactional commission
and transparent omission.
CoArise each binomial relationship
of positive value
with negative disvalue.
CoArise each eco-nomial
binomial.
CoArise each language comforting meme,
each silent
lusty
discomforting scream.
CoArise each impassioned mind paradigm
and compassioned body pleasure.
CoArise each neurosystemic individual
and biosystemic species.
CoArise each national Cooperating Space
within sacred EarthPlace.
CoArise EcoCitizens
of SunFather enlightenment
and MotherEarth empowerment!
CoOperate this CoArise;
cooperative systems form co-aroused
home again ReGenesis.