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On life's easyrider days and nights
love plays a romping game.
On those more oppositionally challenging days,
and long anxious nights,
love is a hunt,
sometimes a passionate hunt,
special occasionally a compassionate hunt,
a mutual hunt
for truth about who is hunter
and who is hunted
and why
and when
and how do these co-arising functions transcend "or"
to gracefully meet in "and."
This primal function of love's synergetic force
hunts
like gravity.
Both parties,
all living entities,
hunt,
gravitate,
even those feeling hunted
haunted
stalked
fearful and anxious
competitively and unilaterally,
often in silos threatening despair.
We all search frantically for safe havens,
hidden from those hunting for our very self-identity,
our life,
or at least so it feels during those dissonant times.
What is a redemptive optimization strategy
for those hunting safe havens from death,
pursued by tyrannical lovers,
ego-identified life-sucking hunters?
When is it not an appropriate moment
to love the hunter,
the hunted,
and the hunt?
Is there a significant difference
between the romping love of fluid smooth days and nights
and the more strategic
logistical
personal
intimately co-prehensile
hunt for love transcending Ego-incarnate death?
Too seldom haunted hunted entities,
primally assuming cooperative investment
in our challenging rampant race
and pace of EarthTribal systems,
when a passionate challenge exhausts our smooth-skinned body,
and/or brain,
the hunted redemptively turn toward other hunters,
gratefully and mindfully inviting a wrestling-with match,
setting aside a wrestling-against death and fear match,
comprehending that compassioning our hunting love
always optimizes EarthTribe's regenerational future.
In love,
sometimes,
at least once,
it is my time to love loss,
to forgive away space and or time,
to redeem future spacetime
equivalently invested in me
birthing my original praxis of conception
as mutual reception--
eco-harmonic redemption.
My great challenge for fruitful wisdom paths
is credentialed expertise.
My obstacle to polypathic health
is self-aggrandizing comfort,
cheap ease,
self-sufficiency,
detachment.
Obstacles to resilient compassion
have more to do with impatient "kindness"
than diligently interdependent pursuits
of transparently vulnerable
integrity
of deep and wide resonance, seeking consilience
of timeless cooperative wisdom.
When my wisdom circles
of dialogue
discussion
sacred discernment
turn to topics of public administration,
political science,
persuasion theory,
nonviolent communication systems,
positive psychology,
multicultural mediation,
cooperative economics,
game theory,
systems theory,
group theory,
attachment theory,
polyvagal theory,
experiential math,
permaculture design,
comparative religion,
Restorative Justice,
When these tools
within my belt of personal knowledge
are invited to work cooperatively together
to achieve resilient
and resonant
multicultural wisdom,
Problems begin when I expect
to speak unilaterally
and to be listened to,
settling for sufficiency of my credentialed expertise,
my zero-zone experience,
my health-wealth advocacy,
rather than searching for shared wisdom
cooperatively educational
democratically developmental
trans-formative
sociological
neurological
ecological
theological
geological
biological...
Cooperative fame prefers
becoming known
for our active love of one another
exhaling out
to encompass all wisdom circles
More powerful
healthier
wealthier
and famous
rather than infamous
punishingly ideological
monoculturing squares
of resistance to healthy spatial balance
and wealthy temporal flow.
Antithesis
In May, the lion’s ear blooms immaculately,
As if the night sky is on fire.
It excretes a ravishing untarnished beauty,
A mesmerizing compelling beauty
Only the mad mystics and poets can discern.
Here, put on these rubber sandals;
The pair with the ostrich plumes,
For the walkway to my hidden tower is replete,
With thorns, bristles and stickers; the ladder there
Has splinters that anesthetize one’s toes,
Your plump white toes with the crimson polish,
Applied there like bloody footsteps on murderous floors.
There is nothing we can do to offset the numbing,
Except, pretend we never met or kissed that time,
When we decided to dare the gods of crescendoing passion.
I remember you decided unilaterally
To disrobe inside my ‘72 Land Yacht,
For fear of eternally disappointing me.
“Here, take my hat and cover yourself.”
Indeed, you are the antithesis of me.
But now, let us walk to my high garlanded tower,
A mile and a quarter from here,
Where we will sit naked on velvet carpet,
And rub thumbs in the candle light,
As Debussy music inundates our sated senses,
From speakers attached to the walls like bison heads,
Surrounded by insect-slaughtered window panes,
And glass bongs that spew atoms of electric sex.
Relax honey, it’s wonderful you’re so open-minded.
Relax, you will love the interesting insides
Of my tall and comfortable tower, where
We will observe the unfolding continuing tragedies,
Of dire human existence; it will be
Just like reading old newspapers from 1968, black print
Still greasy with unslaughtered fish, complete
With disastrous headlines no one wants to remember. But
We, you and I, will remember them, and weep a little,
When the mad dancing inevitably commences,
Here, inside and beside our grinding bodies.
Look over there, honey.
Do you see the lion’s ear blooming immaculately?
Do you hear their soft cries whimpering in the night,
Like virgin lovers squealing in the darkness?
Yes honey, we can hear their invisible sighs and moans,
From the top of my high
And comfortable tower.
How can we take pride in a country
that is sliding into dissolution and chaos?
We praise ourselves for ending slavery.
yet racial prejudice is still much with us.
We pay slave wages and refuse to change
the minimum wage to a living wage.
We call all people equal under the law,
yet privilege and money or the lack of it
make legal decisions unequal every day.
We have liars, cheats and criminals in
our supposedly democratic government,
chosen primarily by a voting system
that is funded by moneyed corporations
with a vested interest and the wealthy.
Goal: to remain in power.
We declare all are entitled to liberty,
justice and the pursuit of happiness,
yet how can a people be happy without
security that they will not go bankrupt
because of hospital and medical bills?
How can we be proud of a country
where the supreme justices of the land
arbitrarily take away our rights
to make decisions about our sex lives
and personal decisions about our bodies?
Who choose to exercise the power of a
ruling class against the will of the people?
In a country founded on freedom of religion
we are more and more governed by those
who propound a certain religious mindset.
We are not yet living under a dictator,
and have freedoms not dreamed of in
dictatorships, but for how much longer?
Our freedoms are being taken away,
unilaterally, without recourse.
Our democracy is in mortal danger,
not from enemies abroad, but from within.
Medical and/or scientific experts
doth now corroborate,
promulgate, validate...(wait
don't go there's much more)
linkedin with falsehood
that requires me to terminate,
an average dumb founded guy
(noir) tasked with rectifying
(with quiet riot) eek quate
absolute zero truthfulness humans
only use 10 percent
(or other small percentage)
brain power in (Jean) Nate,
or anybody else for that manner
("say hypothetically
gals named Kate)
which unfounded,
which urban cowboy legend
persisting in perpetuity, I hate
tubby the bearer
of unwelcome news
(doubling up and
down as a pernicious
cherished rumor squasher
boot nada one
reputable specialist studying
intellectual potential,
would unilaterally vouchsafe,
(and risk their judicious, marvelous,
and prestigious reputation,
which years to elevate),
yet such stubborn presumption
firmly maintained latched onto
(analogous to fish unknowingly
snagged with "FAKE" bait)
nonetheless specialists of the
(egg shaped) noggin
do attest in aggregate
that some n'er
do well (christened
Matthew Scott Harris)
did whimsically create
believable Trumpism,
which invalid conclusion
adopted to enervate
his own cognitive impairment,
thus motivating him
tubby poetically great,
and even though, he got told
afore stated said
baseless, groundless and/or
premise, aye intimate,
the sure fire way
to expunge (purge) nagging notion
(short of a karate
chop to his fountain
head of noodle,
which idea to in Tim mate,
would not rank as emphatic,
dramatic, and/or climatic,
as electric shock therapy
last ditch effort to operate.
My problems
include discomfort
with Money overwhelmingly talks
and talks
and talks political privilege
When not monopolistically
monotheistically
monoculturally screaming
about short-term survival issues,
international violation
of national resource systemic tissues,
long root ego-systemic win/lose fissures.
My Here/Now bigger
eco-empowering global system
concern,
our patriarchally uncivil
red-winged capitalist
runaway extractionist
EarthMother-rapist
climatic issue,
Suffering,
sense of epic historical
left and right winged cooperative loss,
Money's monopolistic verbing Voice
thereby unilaterally revaluing
safe EarthSurvival choice
in Her claustrophobic
polluted
soul starved
dehydrating
degenerating sacred Chamber
of my own monotheistic wombed
LeftBrain-ranting mind,
Thinking about safe short-term survival
when we would be more prudent
to cooperatively feel reassured
about our long-term global win/win
thrival of love-life on Earth--
including my own EgoIdentity
Which would not silence money's multi-polyenculturing
co-invested Voice,
empowering healthy democratizing influence
on health and safety EarthChange Choice,
Better
in a lower
and more resonant tone of resource key
for worshiping all EarthTribe Lives
copresent Here with Now
Also with those sacredly curious compassions before
and those naturally recycling nonviolent communions
yet to offer sufficient silence
So I might more actively hope to hear
our more cooperative
globally unmonetized thrival Voice
for restoring health wealthy climates
of green
HereNow
peace-graced Choice
through EarthTribe joyful justice
dynamic
living
flow-graced Change.
Piecing together Harris/ Kuritsky tattered family tree
(Betsy Ross would beam at unflagging effort)
Ah, here all along yours truly
thought himself an abductee,
and/or zoologically
linkedin with chimpanzee,
hence imagine my disappointment
flipping laminated pages ye
ja undertook undoubtedly
painstaking effort,
plus wireless subcommittee
stitched together plain to see
helpful input thank you Amelie,
plus unnamed, undaunted,
and informed cousins
contributing to digging
into archives to help free
some unanswered nagging questions
only to generate others re:
garding ahem little feet
legs skinny as spaghetti
this haint no phallus si¿
lodged within me
noggin, which effort crudely
analogous fitting
prosthetic to amputee,
who understandably loosing limb,
would find her/him
screaming like banshee,
which one with diminished hearing
might sound like
suite (sweet) firebird stung
explaining flight of bumblebee
nonetheless, the bundled, compiled,
and detailed genealogy
courtesy eldest sister prithee
perhaps inspire "FAKE"
trumpeted voluminous tome twee
starring pooch donning
windblown heir spade fur -
or sporting canine toupee
with apt title regarding petsmart
bonafide muttering dog gone pedigree
hump backed es
in heat making whoopie
would become best selling fiction,
whereby Hollywood
might come calling
of course anonymous
actors/actresses,
or training one or another Arctic monkey,
where production costs
totally tubular less money
versus famous Homo
thespians portraying
long gone i.e. bissell mishuga
characterizing deceased exhumed
(figuratively) ghosts
might be (like...y'know...really) eerie
yet, a possible windfall
after signed contract
once all parties privy
to dramatize ancestors
unilaterally abide and agree
this unsolicited barkback feedback
countless many shindigs
witnessed predictable
yours truly absentee
soul (and sole) brother pulling
no shows claiming lame excuse
ah betcha I inherited emotional uncoupling
generations ago dirt poor peon,
perhaps unwitting creator
of peanut butter and jelly.
MUSIC MAKES GREAT TIMES GREAT
AND MAKES BAD TIMES MISERABLE
IT CREATES CONVERSATIONS
AND CAUSES PEOPLE TO DIVIDE
IT MEANS DIFFERENT THINGS TO PEOPLE
AT THE SAME TIME
IN APPRECIATION IT IS ADMIRED
THEIR ARE SOME TO USE MUSIC TO SPEAK
TO THE MOMENT WHICH SOMETHING HAPPENED.
SOME BELIEVE MUSIC CAN CAUSE SAVAGE SOULS TO CALM
AND MUSIC CAN CAUSE MEN TO BE MADE MAD
IT IS EXPRESSIVE BY THE ARTIST
AND USED TO CONVEY AS FANS OF THE SONG
ONE MIGHT LIKE THE MUSIC OF THE SINGER
AND NOT LIKE THE ARTIST
OR VISE VERSA
SAY THE LYRICS SPEAK THEM AND LET
THE MUSICIAN FIND THE NICHE
OR DEBATE THE LYRICS AND CAUSE
FOLK TO FIND YOU MAD BY
THE WORDS OF AN ARTIST
CHANGE THE LYRICS TO SUIT YOUR PERSON,
AND MAKE THEM SWEET AND PRECISE
RIGHT FOR THE OCCASION
RIGHT TO BE ADMIRED AND LOVED.
SOMETHING FOR EVERYONE ONE WOULD SAY
SOMETHING FOR EVERY OCCASION
IN HABIT OF BEING SATISFIED AND
POSITIONED TO BE HEARD
THE RIGHT SONG WITH THE RIGHT WORDS
CAN TRANSCEND EVERY GENRE TO BECOME
RIGHT FOR ALL PEOPLE AT ONE TIME
SOME THING UNILATERALLY RIGHT!
Keep winning
with your same old competitive ********,
said the life coach,
To avoid future losses.
What are the key capital investment opportunities,
asked the financial coach,
That keep Business As Competitively Usual
building larger homes,
expanding sacred cathedrals,
triumphing Win-or-Lose public servants
calculating democratic divestment of losers?
Watch out for competing over-investment
in ostensibly cooperative purposes,
trusts,
concerns,
collective incorporations for good,
warned the occupier coach,
growing life for mutual love empowerment,
bilateral and multilateral winning health,
wealth,
wellness,
happiness,
welfare of all residents
Whether by "birthright"
or whether by birthwrong need
of a more liberally safe and free sacred space
to live cooperative love
without fear of RightWing ballistic incursions,
rape,
plunder,
abuse,
neglect
Health of truth and beauty winning
robust multicultural love
restoring ecotherapeutic justice.
All residents win through mutually occupying health care
giving
and receiving
and communicating nutritional wealth
with more cooperative communion intent
revolting against WinLose
unto LoseLose anti-rapturous devolutionary assumptions,
bad faith,
lack of hope,
where we would instead grow love,
karmic expectation,
positive psychology incarnation,
ecological and theological correlational relationship.
RightWing coaches and technicians:
Please conservatively challenge assumptions
that healthy engines of capital green success
should
would
or even logically could
unilaterally assume continued growth
of future wealthy
life-systemic successes.
Relentless continued growth
within a living,
breathing,
heart-beating organism,
society,
culture,
nation
we usually discover as rabidly cancerous
once we become mature adult mindbody systems
of natural healthy Spirit
and/or wealthy spiritually balancing NatureBodies
Said the occupy healthy life coach.
I find it easier
and, admittedly, more fun
to climb through tough terrain,
piles of leaves,
loose rocks,
debris,
If
and when
my goal is not to push sweaty through
by force of independently superior will,
But
to dance
with EarthTribe's diverse
and miraculous co-creations,
sometimes feeling monstrous,
While marching
up our co-arising
complexly gorgeous,
Some might say "athletic"
hill.
And, when more still,
too quiet to dance,
advance,
transport myself
from points A
through fully alphabetized Z
I sit with members
of my inter-connecting choir
to sing my feeling solo
inside dialogues
and depressingly competitive debates
Rituals of stuck
in ambiguous refrains
and angry rounds
of songs I've come to care for
yet fear to unload out loud
Taking turns
to catch up
and on
and on
without permitting any advice
ever
regardless of how unilaterally wise,
Nor even comment
before this circling non-dialogue
completes our time allotted
for this therapeutic day
of deeply listening monologue.
And then my dance
begins inside
as sung by curiosity.
Open ended,
round and full of comprehensive stretches
across all open intersectional space
and sufficient
efficient
inter-connected time
to rhyme our stories
sung in resonance
Of universal therapy
for re-uniting trauma
memory.
But curiosity
does not predict
responses right
and wrong
or either serenely left
in peace
or right redly fight.
Curiosity draws
me out toward undiscovered
yet unfelt recovered
from full felt resonance
Reconfirming choirs of angels
singing Earth's therapeutic climates
of bravely danced
resilience.