Capital means head,
whether healthy or swollen.
That leading toward healthy wealth place
and pace.
Capital is where my head is at today.
Capitalism may be where my competing head has turned
while social and natural eco-capital
could become where our cooperative hearts evolve,
revolve,
resolve,
resound,
rebound,
refound,
reconnect
inter-religion.
Hearts, like minds,
are bicameral,
with bilateral arms and legs,
eyes and ears,
and even nostrils,
are bipartisan
sensually stereophonic
stretching dance to rhythmic sound.
Capital grows where my Either v Or deductive head works out Win or Lose
and revolves more therapeutically
where my BothCrown AndRoot in-between heart plays out
and in,
up and down,
diastatic through stasis,
regenerative then degenerative,
love before fear
of ego-loss,
to re-ingenerate again.
We can throw our capitalistic arms against each other
yet we all breathe and beat
this same cooperative capital
wu wei,
MidWay
Yang with Yin
Win anthropological + Win ecological.
equivalently anthro-eco
bicamerally logical
neuropsychological wealthy
mind+body health.
Timeless meaninglessness chatter in ever increasing monotony. Numbers cause numbness in a bridging bus. Brief journeys epoch of encounters. Noise emitted from high circa stereophonic voices. Who paste the atmosphere with hyperness. Primarily caused by the plastic ingested. Cackle cackle cake and burgers. Hypertension from induced formulas. No natural kiss in a plastic smiling box. Unreal. Surreal. Dual reality. Yet the artful pendulum swings. Reaching. Retching. Roarings. Radios. Tampering trampling. Opinions of the other world. In a flurry of sub class division. Associated. Association. Reaching of a radioactive decay. *** calamity.
Your Love Trickles Down
Your Love Has Sound
It’s Infinite – Altruistic…
It’s Sweet, Mellow… Music
Your Love Power Flows
Plays Perfect Piano
Like Cascade – Waterfall
Repertoire – Rain-Call
Your Love Is All Around
From Heaven and Earth-Bound
I Found… Its Quite Fantastic
I Found… I Got To Have It!...
… Its Your Music…
The Sound of Your Love Is Music!
Soft to Loud; Alone Or In-Crowd
I Heard It; And I Vowed
Lord, I Love The Sound
Of Your Music… Your Music…
In The Beginning… It Was On…
A Super-Sonic – Song
On Air-Waves… Automatic
If I Can’t Hear It… I Get Frantic!
Your Stereophonic Is In My Soul
… Melodies Untold; Composed
Got Your Notes… Don’t Need Narcotics
Gotta’ Talk About This Topic!...
… Its Your Music…
The Sound of Your Love Is Music!
Its Hotter Than The Tropics
Cooler Than The Arctic
Its Rhythm; Its Romantic
To Lose Tempo, Would Be Tragic
I Love Your Music… Your Music…
…Its Your Music…
The Sound of Your Love Is Music!
Its Utopia; Exotic
Cornucopia; Quixotic
… Center-Stage… Its YOU…
… And The Award Goes To…
… Your Miracle Music… Your Music!...
Stereophonic, systematic explosion
Colors flying wild in every direction
Chipped off of skipping records still in a spin
Bouncing off walls leaving songs there within
Bruising the windows in rainbows and verse
Leaving the house filled with flying debris
Then there is you.
Then there is me.
A history gone tangled and tied melody
Old scratchy records in vinyl to breathe
still as the dusting of age on the sleeve
We are this history.
We are this rhyme.
Barely ahead of our own life and time
Soon to be traded for laser disk light
Soon to be relic of brilliance.
Let me dance on in the grooves of your vision
Splash me with colors not seen with the eye
Infrared music gone stereophonic
left on my lips in the wake of goodbye...
Strings of mental algorhthyms
connect electric synapse hands
Held and zapped in stereophonic
systematic in demands
Turquoise breathing in December
bolts the music of our minds
As the cogs and wheels of madness
tether static, iron grinds
Frost to lick in patterns frozen
on the skin of matter's face
While the sting of inspiration
blows the winding soul to trace
Evidence of snowfall lightning
lit at once in silver strings
Mental modes and inspiration
minding music that it brings...
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