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Our cooperative DNA research
reveals a realistically positive attitude
and eco-founded optimism,
along with some acceptance of dissonance
as not merely dysfunctional.
with ego-learning
re-extending sacred ecological merit
to help us accomplish great loves
in all integrity's polypaths
of shared EarthTribe ReGenerative Daily Life.
What we still do not know,
yet hope is true and beautiful and healthy,
ecotherapeutic,
Why do our day-to-day decisions
co-determine how each Ego navigates through great and small transition points,
why identity co-evolves through and beyond
each EgoRelational Life?
What if DNA/RNA Solidarity
lives even another thousand years of Earth Days?
Reincarnating fresh mindbodies
possessing, owning, claiming,
proclaiming polyculturally re-ligioning memories
of this 1(0)-EgoMind/EcoBody we are collectively becoming,
back in this Trans-ReLigioning EarthNetwork Era
On back through 1/(0)
co-arising win/win Ego/EcoCenter
of BiLateral SpaceHere/NowTime,
co-gravitating EarthTribal enlightenment,
1(0) 1Convex-Linear polarity/BlackConcave Hole
Not-Not TransParent BiNomial WinWin
dipolar apposition
ReGenerating,
ReIterating
ReCycling
RePurposing
ReMembering
ReConnecting
ReLigioning
Eternally copresent
in each Earth organic enlightened Day
and co-empowering Night,
and CoRevolving Fractal Year
of EarthDay octaved co-passionate
positive
and not so much negative
gratitude attitude.
Earth Day,
emerging from red dawns
resonating through true blue dusk
wealthy moonlit Earth Nights
ruled by Bodhisattva PeaceWarriors.
To love each day
as if 1(0)-eternal co-binary
anticipates this Self/Other perpetuating
EarthDay/Night co-emerging planet,
consulting and consorting
with one's most delighted
non-zero healthy
cooperatively overflowing Ego
as self-other co-relational
wealth of identity.
Any day that feels more confined by fear and anger
mind-neglect and/or body-abuse
than refined by love
as healthy desire
for EarthTribe re-ligioning peace
for Ego as for each EcoCentered Other,
is another day invested
in learning what EarthDay integrally means
by resolving win/win love
your win/lose enemies
To know and respect Ego's contentious boundaries,
pretentious boulders
along Earth's Tao River
of Yang/Yin co-gravitating
DayLight Space and NightPower Time.
"Do you trust eyes?" Asked they
She had a sketchy answer, hard to convey
Still she tried and began in a way...
"Observe your mind
When it tries to guide
every part in you to take up the ride
The ride in which your parts try to hide
the thoughts that come to you every night
Staring at the ceiling with switched off light
Cause in the dark, hidden is your sight
this epitome may seem unsatisfied
So why not fade to prudence and pride
Starting with neither ascending nor descending
The buccal cavity, best at defending
the hidden truth which can cause the ending
and so crashed the utterance from landing
Tears fall off from the chin to your nose
and you run in the corners
where no one goes
Enough of tears!
Your nose even sighs
Not to emit sound
that's what it tries
More of the canvas, are your mastermind lips
Aren't they halting the so called apocalypse?
spot where it's painted, that fake smile of yours
But if you know you know! your rage never roars
The loyal ones here are taking an end
to let the disloyal perform the work of the sand
The melancholy and the seashore go hand in hand
and inevitably converge with that loyal sand
who, no matter what choose to stand
For someone who is as if a gland
This phenomenon is like an art
the one who unveils what's in your heart
Doesn't really cares about tearing apart
disloyal to you, betray while pretending
It's right there inside! How much you fear ending"
She took a pause and now questions were crossed
"Now I want you to utter
About what would you prefer
From the gullible heart
Between loving or hating that galactic art?
The loyal to others, disloyal to you
Revealed every emotion without passing any clue
The loyal to others, disloyal to you
Will only decide whether it's ending or the beginning very new
The loyal to others, disloyal to you
For someone so special, can even fight with queue
The loyal to others, disloyal to you
Curtailed the mess which you never knew
Those irises which denied to conceal what you've been through
Not a true blue
The loyal to others, disloyal to you
Enough of lies!
When there it is, your 'galactic eyes'
pure as porcelain with intertwined pride
Even after bearing the dust inside
The vanity in them cause they never lied
Do I really trust them, now can't you decide? "
So Blue, what have you been doing since my last interview with you?
Well, I still hang out (or should I say “up”) with Sky. And I’m down with oceans, rivers, lakes and seas.
However, Sky sometimes meets up with Black or Gray. That’s when I need to get away from Sky!
Well, where do you really like to be most of the time?
Gosh, that’s just difficult to say. I’m in so many bodies of water (which by the way are not these days always clear to see). I miss when I was crystal Blue in water all around the world. Anyway, I love that I get to surround the creatures of the ocean. I’m in so many things, I simply can’t choose a favorite.
Well, tell me some of your favorites then.
I enjoy being a Bluebell although I can’t ring. Humans have made plastic and metal bells of blue. Then I get to ding-a-ling. I really love to shine in stones like sapphire or of aquamarine. As a Siamese Fighting fish, I simply can’t be beat. And when as a blue jay I am on the wing, you can hear how beautifully I sing. As a peacock I feel very proud, and when I’m a blueberry, people just eat me up!
Wow, you are a part of so many things. Maybe you are Mother Nature’s favorite color.
I think perhaps I am. You could even say that I’m like God because I’m in so many places at the same time, and I’m even in some people’s eyes.
I wonder why all the colors like you are able to be in so many places at the same time just as God is said to be. What do you think, Blue?
I suppose it’s because we are a reflection of God Himself. Personally I think I am one of God’s favorite colors. Do you like me the best of creation’s colors?
Yes, I think you are really cool. I even put you in my eyes as contact lenses when I want my eye color to pop! And what’s more, you symbolize many things: freedom, imagination, the wild blue yonder, sensitivity, inspiration, and loyalty, for example.
Well, I really enjoy being called True Blue, so loyalty is big with me. However, with all the contamination these days, I am feeling really Blue, and I do not mean that in a good way.
Yep, for people you can sometimes be quite an unwanted emotion! But at the same time, many of us like to listen to you as Blues music. Keep your chin up, Blue and we’ll catch you later.
They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong
they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.
fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you
we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews
racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did
amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy
yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before
todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed to instill pain
and un-trust to drain our resources from us
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers
you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq
Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time
and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him
Tony Abbot ex minister prime you came on the net
To spoke at length, to good friends of mine. Graham
And Jhonny ‘a real friendly talk’ about
How you as a part-time fiery walked some hot
Walk. In 2018 when you helped
And that’s all good..' Where so many did lose their lives
And Homes possessions as the blazes grew' as they
Never should Brian Naylor and his wife died now he was
An anchor!! That was a man! he
Spoke true. Not a zak a dozen his thoughts
And style. And you know that too! He’d beat this drainstream
Media, by fifty country miles. And Graham
And Jhonny well i give all respect! Yet they trod sorta
Easy with you Tony.' In style But me?? Well, now i'm
Different.. I ain’t done (you bet!) yet!
Cause you know ( the story ) and the tipans
That roam, that old bush city, that satan calls
Home! Once you were destined for much better
Things yet you joined ‘that circus you ran in
The rings’ you know the skulduggery the
W e f plan. The noble reasons? I.e. genocide
Deception and even the scam, on lesser humans? Women children
And men, the old and vulnerable, just inspect your inner
Soul And see if there remains anything the devils not
Stole? Why not interview Bosi?
Adam Antic too. Turn to Malcom Roberts and the country
That nurtured the beginning of you!! Turn to the
Ringers to the cockys and such' to truckies
And Doctors. To the police who resigned
And all those WHO STOOD TOUGH! Just like Graham
And Jhonny' 'they gave about all that they
Had. (Yet couldn’t really confront you). And that’s real sad
They were concerned
At any backlash.. I reckon that now? Yet I
Will not stand on ceremony. I will push you
And how!! I ask you Tony will you
Put your cattle in the yards? Will you give out some fruit?
Shake the limbs by each bough . eat and drink out of silver
it’s not really that hard! What value gold
Against honour? Turn from the murder' about now!
Raise up a standard, for that’s by far
Your best shout!
Seek out Babet and Pauline Neil Patterson
Rod Culleton they're still about.'
And they are just a few. A whole country is willing wanting leadership
That will do.!
(it just needs more people to stand, who are – really, true blue!).
©Joe Maverick 23rd May 2024
He was out of Woodie Wonder by the stallion Sunset Hue,
A freak thought breeding purists, who would surely end up glue.
For greys were so unfashionable he'd never get a start,
But this colt was a fighter with a truly valiant heart.
His origins were New South Wales, but sold up Queensland way,
'Twas Pippos, Coorey, Bishop and McMicking bought the grey.
A Goondiwindi syndicate, who gave the colt his name;
Gunsynd ... the punter's darling ... who raced his way to fame.
He'd never be a Peter Pan, a Carbine or Phar Lap,
No Tullock or a Galilee, but still a gallant chap.
Bill Whelow was his trainer and John Edmonds rode The Grey,
Till finally at Eagle Farm this colt was on his way.
It was the Hopeful Stakes that day in nineteen sixty-nine,
Young Gunsynd flashed from thirteenth place to cross the winner's line.
His trademark was his courage, his will to want to win
And how he made the crowds all stand to cheer the grey horse in.
They loved The Grey's performances; a showman through and through
And though he never always won they saw him as true blue.
Before and after races, he would play the press and crowd
By standing to attention while they clapped and cheered aloud.
With twelve wins to his credit Tommy Smith was now the chap,
Who trained Gunsynd while Langby won the Epsom Handicap.
He was the punter's darling, for he never squibbed a race,
That's why the folk all loved him, for he never did lose face.
The white and purple colours were well known at ev'ry track,
Australia's best known jockeys sat astride old Gunsynd's back.
The likes of Olsen, Higgins and young Langby rode The Grey
And flashed to blist'ring finishes, he raced no other way.
In over fifty starts Gunsynd had twenty-nine great wins;
Some eight point five times second placed, but took it on the chin.
Six thirds and unplaced in ten starts throughout those grand five years,
His name was up there with the best who'd raced to great careers.
Though sold to stud in New South Wales, Kia Ora down near Scone,
Queenslanders all adopted him and saw him as their own.
He'd put old Gundy on the map and right down to this day
Gunsynd is still remembered as The Goondiwindi Grey.
A Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
came in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
White
EcoFeminist way
He seems to want to stay,
to overpower my say
and will to sing
our musing pray
Because...
why?
I wonder what he feels
about me,
us,
about his own deep harmonic longing
to listen for our sung together feelings
Music therapy
composed of what we economically
and politically Trust,
wanting mutual
and actively co-invested
full singing circle harmonic Wins right now
to Win more easily tomorrow's healthing way
And what might this PatriCapitalist feel
he does not want?
Perhaps less Win/Lose
ZeroSum individualized power and light assumptions
actively distrusted
settling for more traumatic apartheid,
denial of interdependently woven relationship,
nature v spirit non-indigenous dualism
divorced from my own prehistoric felt experience
longing to avoid further ***** nihilistic Lose/Lose
trauma
decay
pain
loss
degeneration.
Am I distracting
dissonant
too RightBrain gooey
for serious performance competition
with Your church choir's
true blue bought and sold
commodified liturgical purpose?
To put on a good LeftBrain entertaining show
Rituals about cooperatively enjoying
our win/win WholeEarth health-care receiving
and resilient wealth-care giving
by conducting bicamerally harmonic potential
For healthier democracies,
more cooperatively owned EarthPartnership,
more inclusive multicultural polypaths
for universally unitarian polyphonic
constellations of integral systemic Voice
Yang yintegrally
WuWei
less Western sociopathic trauma
best forgiven through compassionate
indigenously polycultural
wellness sung and danced
Win health Voices
to Win resilient wealth Choices
for green ego/ecosystemic leadership
Con-celebrating BlueSky/GreenEarth
light and power felt
warm harmonic need
for more and better
inter-religious
intersectional
interdependently reweaving
healthy democratic communion
Which is what I need
and want to say
about how I seem to feel
when a Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
comes in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
Gospel
EcoFeminist way.
Thralldom etched in *****sapiens (mine) DNA
Though your true blue stated civilian
never enlisted nor impressed,
nonetheless I own an opinion
originally embarked on poetic quest
to express purposelessness,
when soldiers rest
at peace i.e. eternally,
many attired courtesy
smart uniform strong with zest.
Psyche steeped, macerated, brewed
as token scapegoat, cue
trumpets Don to toot
courtesy more'n one
nasty shortish brute
weasley chastened me
round mulberry bush
said monkeys chased scaredy
cat me... point moot
regarding... rung me
ragged standing astute
adjacent Thomas Jonathan
"Stonewall" Jackson
(Confederate general during
American Civil War),
his own troops accidentally
fired on him during
Battle of Chancellorsville
in Virginia doth not compute
"friendly fire" unleashed during
one among many hot pursuit
part and parcel of wars,
since time immemorial
gung ho practiced soldier and/or
scared cat neophyte unwittingly shoot
pellets traveling speed of
sound bullet out - gunmetal chute
ordinarily pardoned distinct mistake
versus homicide statute
nonetheless...about
thee (rhetorical question), wherefore
art thou purpose to war,
those slain now paid tribute
since major hostilities of
World War I formally
ended at 11th hour of 11th
day of 11th month of 1918
yet... I question military conflicts
battle hymns constitute
legacy e'er since Homo
sapiens stood erect,
many soldiers of misfortune,
sons of destitute
versus wealthy heirs accepted perception
that war was "a rich man's war
and a poor man's fight"
countless generations ago
deserters fate would mean execute
"the bastard," even second decade
into twenty first century
once sworn in at basic training,
getting discharged (vodka luck), but absolute
zero tolerance quitting before
duty commitment desertion flagrant violation,
no easy task leaving service minus
tribunal meeting severe to prosecute,
thus joining military unlike
accepting any other job
punishment greater than Das boot,
yet patriotism, née jingoism
not ideal, viz conflict resolution,
verstehen, or did this wordsmith convolute?
Prissy Patti was placed in the running competition
Not because she was the fastest, but she was the pushiest.
And hares are well-known for backing off in most fights.
She was preening and twirling in the large mirror when Tammy arrived.
Tammy was the turtle’s entry; late, as usual, but there two minutes before forfeit time.
Tammy tried to shake Patti’s hand, but Patti stuck up her nose and hopped away.
“I told you,” Tammy’s sidekick said. Tammy grinned at him. He was loyal and true blue.
The best friend she had ever had, a snake to others, a bestie to her.
They had been besties since she was a baby and had saved him from the jaws of a mean cat.
“Why did the judges pick me?” she asked Sammy. “I am not the fastest or the smartest.”
“Because you will do what you are told, “he replied. “I will be there, along the way to help.
They saw the route for the first time. It had sixteen ponds on it. Ponds that reflected.
“Brilliant,” said Sammy. “That will slow down that stuck-up, arrogant Prissy Patty.”
“How?” Tammy asked.
“She will have to stop and look at herself, won’t she?”
They could not stop laughing.
When Tammy turned to go after the first pond, Sammy said, “Come here!”
She saw him slither up into a truck bed. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“No questions,” he told her. “This is our winning strategy.”
So she jumped onto the truck.
Prissy Patty stopped at every pond to look at herself, as was the plan.
Psychological warfare, and it worked. She never once looked at the turtles,
There were sixteen different ones. She never noticed. For she only saw something beneath her.
Tammy was released a block from the finish line. She was nearly there when Patti came into view.
“The turtle is winning!” The crowd shouted.
Even the shares were rooting for Tammy.
She was fully examined after the win.
“Same hare,” the judges said, firmly. “Tammy has won!”
Loud cheering all over the land.
Tammy was a celebrity.
Prissy Patty was miffed.
As a consolation prize, they awarded her the mirror from her dressing room.
Moral of this story: Pay attention to your opponent in times of war
When words do not describe a picture inside
A blossom of great beauty that relay passion
The idea of one is only one because it is life
Staring into the sky I seldom get my answer
But when I stare into a blue day it is clear
To me it is no need to even talk for the moment
Because just looking is enough to see what is
I get lost in a blue vision, blue thought
And I do not have any destination to reach out
What is funny is that I get persuaded by blue
Blue its kind of color that is peaceful for me
I do not deny that a blue eyed lady will appear
If she does I am crashing into a blue wave of sea
Because my dream is to look into one eyes
I will drown in such fantasy and be mesmerized
I know I’m strong but just like superman
My kryptonite is blue eyes, and that will be
My passion is so high with the person I would care
This lady with kindness with open heart she will share
The lady who has vast sky in her eyes will free me
Would send me up, up, up into heaven
Not to die, just to feel how angels fly in the sky
When she stares at me it would be a gift
A logical moment that is like a wide blue sky
Clear without a cloud, bird, airplane, just the sun
Giving warmth into the blue, vast open space
More so a blue sky, lifting souls in and out
Out of this world and into the ocean of life
But when passion proves that souls can breath
The blue sky is what I just need, it cures my illness
It devours my fear to be me is just to stand quiet
Standing by her who has the bright blue eyes
A lady that does not deny my own goals, as is
As is my passion for trusting the open sky
It protects us and keeps the cold space away
This lady is my blue sky, my blue passion
To describe my blue eyed lady would be my sky
My world vast and pure, with wings that is
The life of me as I stare into the blues sky
My lady is the world, my blue sea, my hope
My smile till the end of my life, she will keep me
Covering me in her embrace under the blanket
The Blanket is the passion of the blue sky grace