The discarded dead find an unused beauty,
an afterlife that curls, re births,
tunnels and reshapes -
a mulching of a former season's thin bones.
Mortality buds from an emptiness
long before the seed encloses it,
a mottled mold unwinds death to life.
See the genetics of the unseen,
see the shedding and replenishing,
a branching polymorphic architecture
that constantly furrows and gardens
the grave.
A self-determined choreography
of stemless minds, the unseen labor
before the upsurge, before the foundation
and the root.
kisses are polymorphic
for one can seal a friendship
or give loves birth
given as a cold goodbye
or a token of hope given
some biblically betray
some drag life back
but my favourite
is local born
To totally trust Earth invites
no one perfectly correct health path
Suggests we will find no wealth path
totally corrupt.
To commit to our best way
for healthy now
in this quasi-wealthy place
and this RealTime,
with resources accessible
may be irredeemably wrong
only in our potential
for egotistic excesses,
ego-mania
non eco-woman Earthy enough.
Polypathic balance,
polyphonic harmony,
polynomial integrity,
polymorphic bilateral intelligence;
these are the love
and faith
and hope
and wisdom
of revolutionary compassion
for ourselves
as part of EarthOther
Forgiven climate trespassers
as we forgive
our inhumane ecological debts
Empowering further ego-recentering
in curious pathway nonjudgment
by patiently enlightening,
choice enlivening--
Past Yang left-brain autonomous,
Future Yin right-hearted interdependent--
Ego/Eco-systemic experience,
bilateral balancing memory,
healing compassion's doubled
yet untroubled image.
Life is mud on glistening glass
polymorphic shape try to be solid
Trust a lie sold to the child
Love a sweet
promising treat
dropped at crying feet
Mum and dad ripping life
Their son elastic between them stretched
Lost to hate and love never found
wounds and cuts creating the form
but the space is where i live alone
According to Truth As Beauty EarthOccupier Rob Brezsny,
the original intent of “virgin”
unfolds as “complete unto herself.”
And so it is,
I pray and primally celebrate
waking into each of Earth’s days
a virgin,
once again.
Holonically complete,
one of Earth’s human language seeds,
bowing down as notnot up, yet
east as not yet completely Western red sky dominated
by fears and angry climatic stressors
both internally complete
and externally consuming and producing
ecstasies of Earth’s great transitional
epic re-ligioning intercourse
including, yet not monoculturally monopolized,
culturally creolizing
humane transliterations of organic
trans-parent transubstantiations
polypaths toward holy polymorphic symbiosis,
erotic lover days toward night
greeting exotic fragrant virgins
of Earth’s deep learning erotic
mindful body re-ligious incarnations
growing into full sacred virgin maturity
Then decomposing to rejoin Earth’s virgin trusted soul,
revolving hope’s fully active EcoOccupation,
complete unto EarthMother re-associated
panentheistic virgin
AnthroMind Truth/EarthBody Beauty
passionHere and pleasureNow.
New WholeSum Yearly Information
Articulation
Elocutions
Evolutions
Ecolution
Eartholution
Ecologics
Earth ReGenerate Revolution
Earth Health Enculturing Solution
EarthBound Rivival Articulations
Translation
Transliteration
Transformation
Transubstantiation
Transmutation
MultiCultural TransFiguration
PolyCultural
PolyMorphic
PolyPathic
PolyMathic
PolyPhonic
PolyParadigmatic PolyVagal Therapeutic Outcomes
PolyCulturally Landscaped OrthoPraxis
BeLoved PolyCultural Communicants
BiCameral Articulators of Time's Zero-Centric BiLaterality
of EgoYangAuthentic AND EcoYintegral Balance
of EarthTribe's RNA/DNA PolyGenitors
looking through transcendent Sunlight
feeling immanently warm Earthpowers
Reviving polyvagal health-wealth
(0)Mega Tipping Points
toward polypathic co-redemption
InterReligiously invoking
panentheistic paradigms
mystically whispered
mysteriously thriving
transformative transliterations.
Who are we
in ego's deductive dark winter
decomposing fallen embryos
nurturing healthcare?
Who are we
springtime consumers of inductive light
and dark wet nights
nourishing ecstatically growing life systems?
Who are we
in diastatic summer's full regeneration,
bright light warm absorbing flows
of water's baptismal promise?
risk,
opportunity
for future replenishment?
Who are we
producing fall's winnowed harvests
branching
flowing
flying scattered seeds of time's intense dense integrity?
Advent of four-prime spiral seasons,
light's empowerment
balancing heart-root rhythmic systems
flowing Earth's nurturing river
of rich polycultural
polypathic
polymorphic becoming
Understory for Earth's Ground of Being,
RNA soil languaging DNA soul regenerators,
revolutions enfolding evolution's bilateral Tao way.
I am as sick as sinus syndrome
At times as lively as V-fib
Accelerated, polymorphic…
Another temporary blip
then Mobitz II attacks.. times slows
it creeps by like prolonged QT
complete heart block would likely follow..
screw that, I’m back to SVT
It never stops, it’s pretty hopeless
I’m getting sicker day-by-day
No chance for cure, time to go
Time to succumb to PEA
A tad bit out of tilt and forgot where I placed my brush slash
Pen or perhaps it's simply another holiday seasons, starry nights
Grandiloquent holographic hangover ? Chasing her cobwebs of reason
While listening unto the Cutting Crew's anthem, One for The Mockingbird..
Pirouetting about horizontal rows their Peacocks, spreading congenials wings
Atop polymorphic stages adorned something bizarre as, I cannot find my poetic
Palette damask rose and pompadour this image reflecting a renaissance; jingoisms.
I see her as the woman on the road,
and in the distance just inside her sight,
one solitary male approaching—that alone,
draws up within her, latent fire
and by its warming she must genuflect
before the altar of desire.
There is a silent passion, holy in its touch,
that sparks connection, unexplained.
There is electric purity within its cloud
that strikes across that narrowing space,
creates magnetic lust in celebration
of the naked thrust oncoming,
finally to close the gap
between her trembling body
and his throbbing heat.
I see divinity in that.
I see the re-enactment of the woman made
to be the glory in that polymorphic act
inspired from pagan dreams of paradise,
gifted yet today
upon the god-blessed whoring saint
called humankind.
~
(Some of you will be offended by this poem,
but I am more convinced than ever that there
are times of affinity between the states of
sexual attraction and holy blessedness)
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