Long Transposition Poems

What's up?
Thanks for this interview,
old man.

You are either blind or confused,
but probably both.

Well, thanks,
and I appreciate you as well.
Now, I understand you want to talk about human consciousness.

We comprehend your language as limiting human consciousness.

Now...

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"It [Communion] is the liberating experience of the Authentic Self recognizing itself in others--the many coming together as One in egoless freedom and the mutual conscious intention to evolve."...

"It [Evolutionary Enlightenment] is a new and...

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It helps me to optimize possible health-improving wealth outcomes
by temporarily suspending disbelief
we have each chosen to be spiritually reborn into
each and every WinWin opportunity
to optimize mutual healthy-wealth
naturally developed for cooperatively-owned
and integratively managed 
personal enrichment
extending families
and...

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In grade school
many of us learned about plot development
as variations on a WinLose theme--
Person v Self,
Person v Other,
Person v God/Universe/Earth/History/Evolution--

But
probably nothing about cooperative garden plot development.

Literature is replete
with manly patriarchal ubiquitous competition themes
required to hold...

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Still within this beginning of Time,
Her Goddess planted
one Tree of Life and Death
regenerating cycles of RNA intelligence
and permaculture.

RNA was and is in and of this Tree of Time
searching for what might rhyme
and rhythm as DNA...

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A little black coal sitting upon God’s office desk
basking under the Light of God
writing down my thoughts and dreams
wishing to be more than what I am

God’s ink is black as obsidian
His pen of an arch...

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Don't ! Ask the sun, where we were
hidden, perhaps, in that caffeine moment.
And, pondering on the empty space ! 
Don't ever say, the visual became clear
as the silver dropped, to the deep floor
like that broken...

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O that grief in stone alone would tell
That passage from life's cross to hell
For having been born we begin the process
Of our unbecoming, a very subtle knell
Tolled on beads of faith in counter spell
All of...

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Lying under the dynamic heart
of ancient theological reflection
is experience,
as is true of any resonant theology
of ecological relationships
between resonant feelings
and resilient energies;

Experience
and ecological reflection about
compassionate 
spiritually-felt communion,
touch
sensations
pressures
and plunges
of win/win universal relationships.

A theological term
for this heightened
and deepened
and...

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I don’t know where she is
The little ballerina
That swung like a spinning star
With innocent giggles
That woke the tempest doom
Lying prostrate on anxious laps
After an immaculate transposition
Of impeccable steps
Sweat slithering through the 
Afro lines of her...

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Wall in the Woods

A solitary pensive woodland canticle
Wanders through summer’s souvenirs,
A gypsy quilt of green transformed to crimson flame,
And prophesies of empty paeans swiftly riding
Through a meandering row of barren arms
Keeping silent watch at last...

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the decrease in blindness
brings an invisible angle of life
next to you
mix complacency for failure
and tenderness for one's own weakness
but my future blue ailment
operates building the transposition
between what was and what will be
inoculates caramels and anesthetics
inside...

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The winds of time after so long,
have finally blown in my favor.
After so long, lost and adrift, to
your shore I find comfort.

White sand beaches, the water 
lapping, placid and warm.
Tossed and floundering the 
currents have...

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Transposition

A human is afflicted
Constitutionally impaired

Stricken with a penchant 
For humans inherently despaired

On the conscious level
Feels sensations of suffering

Gleans paramount endearment
For their dark proclivity

The human radiates benevolence
To the inviolable entity

Transmitting a vision
That life is worth living

Furnish...

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He,stares in to the fire making deals with ghosts in the flames;
I stare, at the empty jars, i care about the red wine, still in the glass.
Now, time is as fragile as a comb dripping...

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Just the thought of you
inspires me to heights
of grandiosity and elegance

You coerce me to create
writings, poems of distinction
indubitably perchance

How does this entrancing
energy transpose into art,
permutations of heights

drifting through ions
of transposition, toughness
circumcises deliverance

It's a mystical phenomenon
that's...

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