Imagine
your segregated ego identity
becomes your primal sensory system
perennially aiming toward
0-Zone peak experiential integrity
Intimately aware
all humane physical
and verbal touchers
and metaphysical
nonverbal feelers
Win/Win voiced teachers
and polytheistic out-reachers
ecologically surrounded
by sacred, living
lovely Earth's health potential
for nurturing 1-Zone
environment-nurturing choices
Integral
polyculturally resilient
to more resonantly feel
multicultural health
and safer ego/ecosystemic wealth
1-EarthTribe/0-Ego co-binary
poly/mono-polistic
bicameral balance
toward Win/Win's strategic
global/local wise integrity
Polytheistically sacred living
potential for resonant co-empathic health
and resiliently co-investing
in restoring peace felt
and justice touched
EarthTribe environmental 1-healthy
and neuro-systemic win/win 0-safety
co-empathic intention
Intimate intelligence
not resonantly shared
becomes at risk
of defensive fetid dogma,
colonizing anger and fear potential
Or fades away
giving sway
to further win/lose trauma
Where win/win creolization
had actively hoped
to co-intelligently play.
Categories:
touchers, culture, earth, environment, health,
Form: Political Verse
Ancient Aliens
They have always been here
ancient? – alien?
living amongst the unknowing
hiding in plain sight.
How have they altered
our past? – our future?
advanced or hindered
our progress – our failure.
How have they touched us
with an unseen nudge,
aligned the stars
that we might follow
crumbs of reason,
sat with us in silence
awed by our insolence
humbled by our fervor.
They view us from a distance-
time and space overlapped
knowledge and inexperience
in conflict with themselves.
Knowing that in time
experience becomes
the proving ground of knowledge,
knowledge the anvil
shaping the experience.
They are the flat rock skippers,
the kite flyers, paper airplane makers,
sidewalk chalk drawers,
mud pie makers, frog catchers,
butterfly chasers, bug touchers,
flower sniffers, feather collectors.
They will always be here
ancient – alien
wiser than their years
greater than their fears
in forever’s - ancient moment
alien – in human form.
1/6/2018
submitted to – Ancient Aliens – Poetry contest
Categories:
touchers, imagination, inspiration, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
So the summertime stayed all winter,
And Amy was washing ponies down.
We were a weary collection of skin touchers.
Though nothing was ever conniving
Or deliberate.
We made haste to make room for laughter…
We sung like crocodiles under the moon.
We only used food stamps, even if we have truckloads of the stuff.
We cried a lot.
Not knowing why and not caring.
We felt like individuals, though we knew nothing was disconnected.
Every season does what it wants.
And it appears summertime stayed forever.
Categories:
touchers, seasons,
Form: Free verse