Lost Parallelismus Membrorum Poems

As I Turn Gray

As I turn gray, the music fades,
Melodies lost in the echo of days.
Consciousness swarms me, a ceaseless tide,
Drowning in thoughts I cannot...

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Joy in mourning
opens this new eye day.

Am I OK?

Healthy?

Compromised
yet survive able
air inhaling
"Death, tonight,
or some tomorrow,
my life's inevitable
closed,
no longer curious,
final answer."

Warm, wet exhaling,
"My moisture, too,
dying to...

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Why is it that kindness,
like integrity,
is both free
and freeing?

And meanness,
like Supremacy,
is too expensive
and frightening?

Yet
I often do not feel free
to choose healing passions
and pleasures,
Earth's sacred dancing...

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We may need a rest left here
right now
said the Muse
to his Warrior
and her Sage.

In compliant spirit,
Sage feels a rest not
not significant
in music's octaved stories
of wealthy
deep...

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If Thou take not our hands,
and feet,
our bodies
hosting ghostly minds,
our organic inside communion lives
flowing out emphatic communication love

We cannot continue to fail,
to fear,
to feel tired,
retired,
weary,
untreaded,
worn,
unpleasant,
numb.

When...

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If now is your time
in this final threshold
between life
and death,
then this is our passion time,
remembered past
torn from imaged future.

I cannot bear this burden
this loss
this relinquishment...

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When dancing Earth's tribal rhythms
natural seasons
light and heavy step
steeped nurturing intent
anxiously dark
anticipating bright
natural exotic music
dancing muse content

While singing deep spiritual
reasons
for light and night,
glad and sad...

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Said the Palestinians
to their Israeli neighbors
singing and dancing
karaoke on the Strip

I wish I knew
how to pursue
dual citizenship
as readily
as you

To which Israelis
responded to their Muslim neighbors
dancing...

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Guns,
and ballistic threats
don't settle anything
They can't,
more quickly
kill.

Mindfulness,
and compassion therapies,
might restore peace
We could
most inclusively
embrace.

Could our court
and prison
and police
and legislative systems
become more mindful,
less judgmental,
by restoring win/win hopeful...

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Gayla Speak Experiences
promote healing events
not intended to contribute to trauma
drama narratives.

Stories we tell
and trust
and thrust
and softly smile about
when we dare to leave
our stiff 
stiffling closets.

RedYang...

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What love we could become
still breathing
could never actively restore
what I have stolen
silently
and you have thrown away
more protesting loudly

What I have stolen
could never be worth more
than...

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To prepare for final cosmic breath
exhaled

echoing first breath
inhaling
waiting to exhale

silent sacred pause 
for Earth's final soliloquy 

Terminating all humane
and inhumane futures,
healthy
and disturbing relationships,
elegantly excruciating ecstasy

Leaving...

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The hardest losses
are those too late to repair
what has been win/win time lost
to despair

Just as love
cannot co-arise
where fear grows 
fully uprisen
a prison
predicting anger's nearby
impetuously apprised
surprise.

So...

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Once,
or twice, 
maybe thrice,
surely not
not fractal

A clan of crazy ecofeminists
conspired within an 88 unit residential castle
in their historically converted 
sometimes hysterically clueless condo
colonial-red predative brick...

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Why is misery said to love company
while depression demands solitude?

And
is it always true that nature abhors a vacuum
or 
sometimes true nurture adores expansion?

Misery,
depression,
anxiety,
negatively respond to...

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