When oppositional cognitive dissonance deflects focus,
it tends to go back to when I deflected focus from her.
She sends me passive-aggressive messages,
bread crumbs leading back in time
to where she began to feel alone,
If you don't want a sopping wet tile bathroom floor
because I have thrown all my naked Barbie and Ken parts,
especially their water-filled hollow insides,
and the five saturated pools of stained white washcloths
I took out of that drawer just like you said not to,
and the nice sudsy soft bar of soap,
then you might want to reconsider leaving the bathroom
during my bath.
You might want to think of telling a story
or imagining with my behavioral lectures
I so mercilessly inflict
on the shattered heads of my daughters,
I mean dolls.
Perhaps oppositional cognitive dissonance
is what Republicans have about Democrats.
If you folks would be so kind as to return to cooperative civic and civil discussion,
about my intrinsic dignity, royalty perhaps,
sense of anthrocentric entitlement,
immaculate integrity as a permacultured Orthodox Tradition,
utterly necessary to optimize sustainable and resilient health
for All Americans,
(although perhaps not quite sufficient),
including those who happen to have become embarrassed
by their unhealthy wealth and extravagant disregard
for undercommodified values,
like caring and nurturing, loving and therapeutic
mentoring relationships and trees of life, and economic
and eco-logical environ-mental (0)-sum cooperative networks,
like the synergy of all natural systems,
most especially religious cultures
delivering a united and interdependent positive teleology
that we all created this rapacious, extractive mess together.
So, please stop leaving the bathroom of discourse,
regardless of how rhetorically insane and polemic,
every time we complain about your shitty attitudes
about wealthy compost and sustainable,
optimized economic growth.
Then you democratically complain,
by voting for the one you hate the least,
as we go right on doing
what we intended to do
while we were throwing water
on your slippery-floor economics
reverse-hierarchical interdependence and mutual subsidiarity.
Much too "solidarity" for Republican taste as True,
much less Just to those who prefer their
economically entrenched competitive silos.
our Democratic family value parents
hear their oppositionally disordered Republicans
as if they were bionically alien unitarian utilitarians,
like honey bees and ant hives,
devoid of deductive rational accessibility,
of even one of four dimensions of truth,
and without capacity to empathize with their well-mentored praxis,
of continually forgetting you could not climb a higher priority
than telling your oppositional daughter Dr. Seuss's The Lorax,
interpreting each voice as your own Lorax Logos,
wondering why you continue competing
to reach a Win-Win Cooperative Game,
and biological karmic finish line,
alone in your Permaculture Designed polycultural PolyLife Tree Paradise.
When you think about it,
you can see that your competitive political
and economic assumption,
that Win-Win cooperation will not have our final say,
is not ecologically, scientifically,
or even permaculturally, metaphysically
sound, rational, integrated,
sustainably designed to benefit future generations,
much less synergetic or holonically comprehensive.
You can't win a P=NP,
cooperative economic logistical plan
until everyone else has the freedom
and ecotherapeutic orthopraxis comprehension,
to win-win with you, coincidentally.
With this perhaps un-Christian,
and vaguely irreligious perspective
that Democratic mutual-redeemer culture
is closer to (0) sum Core Value Balanced Heaven
rationality, and intuition,
than appears to be the case
for our benighted Republican
wealthy fat-cat anthro-supremacist residents of Earth,
we have turned rather too far
our spinning cultural revolution pendulum
away from the racist sin of monocultural monotheism,
poverty and the overpowering commodification of human lives,
and the commodification of other species,
and the commodification of Earth's fire, water,
soil and sky,
Her capacity to regenerate fertile seeds,
turning away from sin as sterile insanity,
disability and absence,
to now prophecy the sins of monopolistic wealth,
to notice challenging, dissonant tipping points
bicamerally competing economic uncertainty
and ecological dysfunction for all consciousness
reconnecting our more humane DNA-informed
bicameral information processor branch of EcoTribe,
multisystemic and polycultural Climax Community,
coincidentally straining and stressing to comprehend
Polynomial SpaceTime = Not-Not Polynomial Open Systemic Binomial Prime Relationship Temporal "Now"
as Yang-convex/positive = Yin-concave/negative,
as +1.00% QBit = +/-(0)% Soul Core-emergent universal Vertex/Dark Recessional Vortex (Perelman, 1993)
So, yes, maybe somewhat closer,
but closer doesn't count
when playing Win-Win economic ecotherapy.
Horseshoes don't fit elephants.
Speaking of elephants in too-narrow-minded oppositional spaces,
where was I?
Oh, yes, she’s in the bathtub again,
better watch that floor.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
FROM OUT OF THIS EARTH, IN EVERY GENERATION
MUST ARISE A MIGHTY PROPHET...
SO DON'T YOU HAVE NO FEAR, YOU HAVE DONE YOUR SHARE, YOU ARE THE HONOURABLE
YOU BROUGHT US OUT FROM IGNORANCE,
AND FOR THIS WE WILL THANK YOU HONESTLY.
ALTHOUGH WE KNOW THAT IT WAS WRITTEN IN THE BIBLE THAT MANY WOULD BE
CALLED,BUT ONLY FEW OF THEM WOULD BE CHOOSEN.
ROBERT NESTA MARLEY, HE LIVED HIS LIFE FOR WE.
AND NOW WE HAVE GROWN, WE ARE THE SEEDS HE HAS SHOW, TILLED BY HIS IMPERIAL
OH BROTHER BOB YOU WERE ONE.
YOU WORKED FROM DAWN TILL DAWN.
NOW IN THE PHYSICAL YOU HAVWE GONE, BUT IN THE SPIRIT YOU WILL CARRY ON,
THE WORKS OF MARCUS GARVEY.(CHORUS)
NOW BOB ARISE,
OPEN THY EYES.
BECAUSE WE WANT YOU TO KNOW, I 'n' I HAVE DISCOVERED YOUR FOE,
TRAMPLED BENEATH THY FEET.
SO IF YOUR TRODDING IN A STREET,
OR IN A HIGH MOUNTAIN.
DON'T YOU HAVE NO SHAME,
REGGAE MUSIC HAS BROUGHT YOU FAME,
YOU ARE THE HONOURABLE NATTY DREAD.
(C)1982, 1996, 2006 ALBERT WILLIAMS
Copyright © Albert Williams | Year Posted 2011
Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe wuz vary ahful tah mi,
God’s chile. Eye didden doyah nuttin.
Yah ‘sposed, tah bee ah liter rite?
Butt ya playin’ roun wit da won,
Whooz comin’ bak leyek ah,
Theef en dah nite.
Win yah ain’t treet mi rite,
Yah naglect’d dah powah uv God.
Cuz onlee wit Him ah wuz,
Ovalookin’ wat ewe wuz doin’,
Ta mi fah da harvest ,
Of God’s chirren bein’ edumacated,
Mi yah outrite hated.
Butt dats awrite God-n-eye,
Gon’ win dis feyght.
Ah wheel hav’ victuree cuz ah,
Choze ta spread luv butt ewe,
Choze ta spread mizuhree.
Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe ramyned mi uv ol’Pharoah,
Hoo woodn’t lett God’s pipahs goh.
Ah didden wanna fase yah awl dose
Butt God help’d mi leyek God help’d,
Moses speek up tah ol’Pharoah.
God tole Moses tah lett mah pipahs goh.
God telling mi ta tale yah phake Pharoah
Tah lett mi chirren’s goh.
Ah noh ah hatta bee roun ewe sum moh.
Butt itell bee worfwile,
Cuz God wantz freedom,
Fah ebbery chile.
Yah hut mi fah alil wile,
Butt we’ll bee at da prahmased lan’,
An out uv yah Egypt.
Cuz fah awl uv uz ta prospa,
Iz God’s plan.
Ansoon we won’ be roun ewe no moh.
Wheel nat laugh leyek yah didaht mi.
Win trajudee nocks aht yah doh.
Wheel helpyah cuz God,
Wantz uz awl tah bee free.
Frum dah phake phone’ powah,
Uv da enumee.
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010
We lived in Amman 30 years before Christ. We had a habit of participating in the first solstice spring meeting of traditional Judaic Asaph where we did collect all some food for after a man of the word in brightening up their knowledge and prophetic gift.
With each new solstice were instructed to take increasingly less food with the intention of making a fast to purify the meat. And it happened that this year we had managed to gather only 5 loaves (1kg each bread) and two fish (great size for a family each). The crowd was huge. Altogether it was calculated that somewhere around 4,000 people. It was then that a great teacher of the word this time made us reflect on our own satiety in receiving the word and not share with others.
Can man be absent from his duty? Man can not receive the word and share the teaching? Man can only feed a crowd with these loaves and fishes that they brought? No one knew the answer. No one could see what was behind much wisdom. So the man ordered to divide between all the communion and sharing of offerings.
The murmurs of the master of the word was insane thrived ... Nobody wanted to believe ... until he ordered Amman came a cauldron whose use was for large wedding celebrations.
And upon arriving, ordered them and grate the bread that cooking the fish, and then deposit it in 600 liters of water into the container. Asked that the children entered the lawn and reap herbs. And most were 10 kg of herbs. At the end there was enough food for everyone. The broth was fed while the word understood.
And all rejoiced ... gorged on bonanza, and remained without hunger until the time of departure led everyone back to Amman.
Copyright © Max Diniz Cruzeiro | Year Posted 2014
The apostles entrusted the “Sacred deposit” of the faith
Contained in Sacred scripture and Tradition
To the whole Church
By adhering to this heritage
The entire holy people
United to its pastors
Remains always faithful to the teaching of the apostles
To the breaking of bread
So, in maintaining
Professing the faith that has been handed on
There should be a remarkable harmony between the bishops
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015
A knock at the door...
( I don’t believe in doorbells)
What appeared to be a man and his wife
were standing off the steps on the lawn
The man had a nervous, stern look on his face
and his partner had her hands clasped together
tightly at her waist; glancing back at the street
as if she wanted to run away...
“Good morning my friend, how are you doing?”
(Not too good and I’m not your friend either)
“I’m a friend to all people who need the Lord
Do you mind if we come in and visit a while?”
(Yes I mind and I don’t need YOUR Lord either
Is that your wife with you and why is she nervous?)
“She is a member of my church and it’s her first time”
(Ahh, I understand now! She’s a virgin then?)
“Well I-I don’t know...Yes, she IS a virgin sir!”
(You said you didn’t know at first. You sure she is?)
“Y-yes I am sure! Are you a Christian my friend?”
(There you go again calling me a friend and yes I am)
“Pardon me for saying this but you don’t seem to be”
('Judge not that ye be not judged’ How bout another?)
W...('For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God')
The lady was sweating now and wringing her hands...
The Virgin backed away clumsily
and the 'Preacher' followed...
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2014
When I was a chid to survive the streets of Los Angeles without bruises, cuts and emergency room visits, you sized up those approaching carefully by watching each and every move they made...without being obvious; you would be asking yourself if you are a target.
There was this group of older kids were approaching, I remember watching them carefully to see if they would take notice of me as I cross over the other side of the street. If they would cross over matching my movements, I'm in trouble. I still remember the feeling of their penetrating eyes; everything inside of me was screaming. I was fortunate to remember the storm sewer at street corner I just passed a few moments ago. Without hesitation I ran for my life, sliding into the street corner between the sidewalk above and the street below…a few more pounds and I would have been stuck.
This storm sewer basin I am in is a large concrete box with a large concrete pipe in the corner that goes somewhere. The gang members are all around me now preventing any escape swinging their chains, and sticks with razor blades embedded in them. They are acting like a pack of dogs yelping and hollering that have their prey is trapped in a corner. They start working on the manhole cover above with a crowbar, which would gain them access to me below. Fear is now getting the best of me with my body trembling. I am trapped with no where to go other than down the drain pipe...so without much further thought I quickly entered the large drain piped into a abyss. This drain pipe connects to a tunnel large enough for a car to pass through.
I hear their voices getting closer, so they must have gotten past that manhole. They seem to be following me so I run down the tunnel into the darkness so they would not see me and stop to listen. I hear no footsteps, but I ran so far I cannot see a thing, there is no light, just nothingness. I start to walk and I bump into a wall. I can’t go back the way I came because the fate that would await me going that direction, but there is nothingness is all around me so I am not sure what direction that would be. I remember running down the left side of the tunnel before stopping to listen.
When I start to walk again and I run into a wall, so that must be the right side, I think? I decide to continue, and being right handed I'm more comfortable on the left side so I turn and walk towards the left side to have something to touch. It seems like an eternity until I finally reach a wall. This wall will become my security within this nothingness...I can’t see my hands or feet, or even hear a sound. There is no frame of reference, only the wall and the solid ground under my feet. Thank God this was a time before those graphic vampire movies or Freddy Krueger; I have only those Alfred Hichcook movies to pull fears from.
Continuing through this nothingness a beam of light begins to appear from above. It’s amazing how much light comes through this little tiny whole from a manhole cover—it lights up the whole area. I stand there amazed and I take a deep breath in this light, it has been a long journey to this point. Standing there I notice a ladder leading up to a possible escape. Listening carefully before pushing up on the cover, I push and push...I'm not strong enough. Many of the manhole covers are spot welded by the public works department to prevent opening manholes in the middle of a street. I climb down from the ladder and pause for a few moments in the light absorbing what I could before continuing on; this tunnel must lead somewhere, right? Another beam of light, another welded manhole cover. The fear of the gang has long past, my only thoughts now are those of being lost.
The nothingness continues as I walk, and it has been a long time since the last little beam of light and I have found the meaning of hopelessness. The floor below is beginning to get damp, ick, what am I walking in? I can’t see a thing and I'm too afraid to stop touching the wall to stoop down--the wall is my security. My mind is pretty numb right now, my only thoughts are dragging my hand on the wall wall and walking. The dampness becomes wet, and from wet to splashing. Briefly a moment of fear, I pause to sense if the water is moving; am I going the wrong way and am I about to get swallowed up by a wall of water. The water seems to be static and the nothingness yields no sounds, so I continue.
At last, I get a feeling of salvation from one of those little beams of light shining from above. I look down at my feet and see little fish in the water below. I'm headed to the ocean, oh yeah!! The nothingness continues until again there is this little light at the end of the tunnel. The wall is no longer my security--I follow the light.
Continuing, the water is at my knees as I walking towards the light. I can smell the ocean and feel a slight breeze. Feeling really happy inside I can see the ocean and the sand, and sigh, there is a bar screen blocking my exit. Again I feel rather defeated with a slight sense of panic. I am thinking to myself that their is no way I can go back as I look closely at this bar screen blocking the way to freedom. I notice one corner has been pulled away; I can see through the sea water that it’s bent outward, and it's high tide. I cannot wait for the tide to change because it will be dark soon, so I take a deep breath and down I go. My shirt snags on something as I reach around to the other side and pull. I struggle as my shirt tears, but I am free...it feels wonderfull to be free. Looking around at the beach, it’s rather windy and there are only a few people on the beach today. I look around to get my bearings before I start home again. I will never will tell mom about any of this. Months later they are welding extra bars over these drain openings at the street corners. I am heavier now and I would not fit anyway, but what others, what choices they will have to make for their escape?
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2014
Today we begin with a quote from Eisenstein
with commentary in brackets
informed by Bucky Fuller's cooperative metaphysic
of Synergetic Steerage.
"We have a[n intuited, autonomic systemic] need to stay in contact with people with whom we share emotional and economic ties. In past times, these people were usually close by. A hunter-gatherer or fourteenth-century Russian peasant would have had little use for a telephone. Telephones [and www] began to meet a need only when other developments in technology and culture spread human beings [even] farther apart and splintered extended families [and neighborhoods] and [national through] local communities [as sustainable ecosystems]. So the basic need they meet is not something new under the sun." [Basic cooperative communication need has evolved to global cooperative scale because technology's deductive path has evolved a co-arising economic/ecological imperative.]
What Plan B Fuller eco-comprehended
as an implied Universal First Principle of Positive Synergetic Balance:
all Primal Principles
must be universally co-informed,
"cooperative" defined as ergodically and ionically regenerating full-fractal,
to achieve integrative,
Spaceship Earth cooperative wealth optimization,
as sustainability of positive life-trend energy,
and revolutionary ecocultural dialectical design
and ectosymbiotic/endosymbiotic correlational landscape evolution
toward health and safety
away from pathology
and high risk economically illogical dissonance ,
suboptimizing polycultural outcome planning
and therefore delivery of co-empathic mindbody dis-ease,
chronic stress with climatic peaks trending upward.
Economists and eco-nomists bilaterally recognize
production of newly commodifying need-systems
with creation of consumptive/absorptive/nutritional evolution
of need v. want constellations and priorities.
The difference between a Plan A Competitive
Win-Lose need-based economist,
and a Cooperative
Win-Win gift-rooted eco-nomist,
strategist and logician and linguist,
policy and planning analyst,
is Left-Right dipolar balance as negatively correlated with cognitive dissonance;
of Win-Lose as suboptimizing health and wealth
compared to a double-negatively reiterating thermostat,
decompositional analysis trending,
reverse hierarchical tree
of unfolding regenerative strings,
including binary trend QBit 0=squared/fractal-centric time as function
of mutual subsidiarity positive-default comprehension
as Win-Win bicameral informational system's
and permacultural uracil-yang/cytosine-yinyin
b-ionically deductive/inductive zeroistic design.
We can approach the further
of optimizing Polynomial syntax and form and function
as equivalently and dipolar self-defined by -(-P),
binary RNA syntax
of analogical economic polynomial trend QByte-octave
double/elliptical fractal rhythm and patterned balance.
We might approach this question
with fractally 0-squared digital information
as ecological trend analysis
with a dual hypothesis,
to see which is more productive
of a healthy and wealthy past,
We could observe
that the proposition
is non-equivalent to Not-Polynomial Information"
has been our scientific deductive and metric
analytically encultured eisegetical assumption,
leading to competitive irresolution
through our own default Win-Lose economics of evolutionary demise.
in this irrationally eternal place,
we cannot deductively explain
why some issues,
have resonantly resolvable solutions
and scientific revolutions
while others calculate their way through infinite time.
Which is which is rather like trying to separate Kuhnian primal revolutions
from more normatively diversifying-further-individuating-articulating
we start with the heuristic assumption
that Polynomial spacetime universe =
where might this take us toward explaining
ecological, and perhaps even cosmological
Cooperative Game Theory:
P-positive Win = (-,-) equivalent Win NP,
a positive draw,
anticipating an equally positive draw choice from nondual Other
is RNA-rooted naturally systemic,
with outcome to co-redeem transaction faith
both positively and cooperatively
as long as everyone chooses to play nice.
Group Binomial (0)-Soul Theory:
Explicate Convex Boundary +P = +(0)
Implicate (Bohm) Concave Double-Bound NP = -(-0).
And, so, to our deductively metric and commodifying friends
at Clay Math Institute,
at least the field of permacultural design
and all the cells of RNA heritage,
appear premised on a Zero-Binomial Assumption
that P-yangspace = N(NP)-yinyintime = +/-C ecosquared
as c-squared Universe equals e-squared Synergetic Balanced Integrity (Unitarian),
the balance of deductively formal Yang light
with inductively flowing YinYin double-bound octave frequency harmonics,
co-arising form with intuitive-empathic eco-consciousness function.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
The tradition in question comes from the apostles
Hands on when they received from Jesus’ teaching examples
What they learned from the Eternal Holy Spirit
First generation of Christian did not have a written New Testament
It demonstrates the process of living tradition
Tradition is to be distinguished from the various theological
Liturgical or devotional traditions
Born in the local churches over time
These are particular forms
Adapted to different places
In which the great Tradition is expressed in the light of Tradition
The traditions can be retained
Even abandoned under the guidance of the Church’s magisterium
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015
The day of Pentecost, Church celebrated
Administered Holy Baptism
St. Peter declares
“Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins and receive the gift of the Holy Spirit”
The apostles offer baptism to anyone who believed in Fr. Christ Jesus
You will be saved
You and your household
St. Paul declared to his baptized and with all his family
Baptism is birth into the new life in Fr. Christ Jesus
In accordance with Lord God’s will
It is necessary for salvation
As the Church herself, we enter by Baptism
Baptismal grace includes forgiveness of original sin
Birth to a new life by man becomes an adopted son of the Father
A member of Fr. Christ
A temple of the Holy Spirit
Those who die for faith
All those without knowing the Church under the inspiration of grace
Seek God sincerely, strive to fulfill his will
Can be saved even if they have not been baptize
With respect to children who have died without baptism
The Church invites us to trust in God’s mercy
The angel of Lord God said
The babies are safe in heaven
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012
It was about a weak
After that night walk
The unknown dangers,
Made known, turned me weak,
I was managing myself,
After my heart was pulled,
From where it sank,
I was yet in the oven,
Of my haven,
To dry up the coldness,
And the wetness,
Of that fearful night loneliness,
Today is Christmas,
The whole mass,
Every home, glorious,
Meat was plenteous,
Rice and beans.
Was every homes means,
Children bouncing in,
New goat skin jackets,
Mother’s dressed in costly
Beads and all the way,
For Christmas had taking over,
Taking over the African Shrine,
It supplied a joyous sunshine.
Our pockets were full of cowries,
Like a goldmine,
Happiness was mine,
For the usual war seemed
To be hidden, and our teethes where like,
Oh! Joyful, blissful, plentiful Christmas.
Providing joy each time it surface,
But joy has a slender waist that breaks so soon.
Christmas night came, so we visited
Our beds as night rang it’s bell,
(To be continued in the next, same Poem).
Copyright © Charles Melody Lightning Ink | Year Posted 2010
Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people
Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen
Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully
For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity
To present Prudence by being careful
For untruthfulness to bring into Justice
Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong
Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance
We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012
Sacred Scripture is the speech of Eternal God
As it is put down in writing
Under the breath of the Eternal Holy Spirit
Holy tradition transmits in its entirety the Word of Eternal God
Entrusted to the apostles by Father Christ, the Lord
Enlightened by the Spirit of truth
They may faithfully preserve
And spread it abroad by their preaching
Church, to whom the transmission
Interpretation of Revelation is entrusted
Does not derive her Both Scripture and Tradition
Must be accepted and honored
Equal sentiments of devotion
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015
The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration
And that might be how souls are awaken
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
The task of giving an authentic interpretation of the Word of Eternal God
Has been entrusted to the living
Teaching office of the Church alone
Its authority in this matter exercised in the name of Jesus Christ
It means that the task of interpretation has been entrusted
To the bishops in communion in successor of St. Peter
The bishop of Rome
This Magisterium is not superior to the Word of Eternal God
But it is its friends
It teaches only that has been handed to it
At the divine command with the help of Eternal Holy Spirit
It listens to this devotedly
Guards it with dedication
Expounds it faithfully
All it proposes for belief as being divinely revealed
Drawn from this single deposit of faith
Mindful of Father Christ’s words to His apostles
“He who hears you, hears me”
The faithful receive with docility the teachings
Derives that their pastors give them in different forms
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015
Angry FireGod sneers sarcasm,
"Not warm enough yet?"
"Still too much clean water and air
and other healthy stuff,
like sun-baked red chili peppers?"
I was under the impression
that I invited you for my interview,
which would involve me asking you questions,
and not so much of that anger and fear rhetoric.
So, why do you threaten our health and safety,
and the lives of our great grandchildren?
Oh! You do not want to see
your great grandchildren
looking into my Firey Fusion Future!
They drown on shrinking dry barren continents
suffering an epidemic of post traumatic stress disorder,
in collective overpopulation-underfed and -watered shock,
realizing they cannot bring another generation of homo not so sapiens
into their monoculturally swarming parasitic population
occupying egocentric prophets of rabid doom!
OK, I've got that, really, you are scaring me.
Could we ramp the negative energy down a notch?
I do interviews; not therapy.
Sure, actually a notch less negative yang energy
would be just about right into Tipping Point balance.
The difference between an ecotherapist of permacultural planning
and a dialectical geometric technician of 4D information
in cooperative bicameral networks is,
using PolyNomial +1 = DoubleNegative-PolyNomial (-/-)0-squared soul
bilaterally co-gravitating this unfolding evolving universe
of ExteriorLeft/InteriorRight = Uracil+/(-,-)Cytosine,
Interior/Exterior Landscape balancing Permaculture
is your "eternal diastatic notnot-firey pit TransParent Cosmology" definition of RNA's ionic regenerative,
positive OVER negative mission?
That's my ecoEarth-rooted technology for ecological balancing purposes,
which is probably a difference of about one revolutionary bicameral notch
back down toward LeftEgoYang = RightEcoYin-squared TransMillennial EnLightenment
= c-squared = Eulerian Prime Function-squared = (0)-squared soul double-dipolar-arising boundary.
What are you proposing, or researching, or suggesting, or implying, or ecologizing,
or analogizing, or trying to enculturate?
What is your primary outcome agenda?
Is it the Fire and Brimstone Panic crisis motivation
or your hope that an entire humane-natured species
is co-emerging toward bicameral ecoconsciousness?
Well, yes, but maybe no.
My agenda is to support regenerative health.
That's what all the Prime Yin/Yang Climate Systems,
water within air, Guanine dipolar within Adenine
fire within soil, Cytosine dipolar within Uracil
do and are,
both become and are already CoPresent Presence.
political and economic implications
of why PolyNomial Yang and NotNotPolyNomial Yin-squared
co-gravitation balance as TransParent CosMetricology,
negentropically double-fractal-octaved = neg-elational-squared
dipolar field function for bicameral form as co-arising function
calculators and processors,
network designers and permacultural developers
of both internal and external landscape health and safety and
passion for eco-regenerativity as Positive EgoTherapy,
All of these and this and more
help tip academic and religious sectors toward each other
political and economic self-governors, like parents,
toward each other, rather than apart,
and their diastatic positive-balanced network supportive communities,
as regenerative local/global balancing health optimization.
Kind of a Taoist Zen U-squared Zeroist ConScience?
Yes, science, technology, engineering and group mathematics
(0)-sum interest revolution-regenerative
as RNA-iconic and ionic balanced consciousness
about our original intent to thrive future polyculturing generations,
evolving toward our Zero-ecocentric bicameral co-op,
globally empathic cellular induction-positive,
followed by deductive double-timed negative exhalation,
breathing ego-cells within this rhythm of rich-salty surfing time,
breathing in metric ZenSoul,
breathing out 4-Prime Dimensional SpaceTime STEM Universe.
So, why not just say that, then?
Why all this Hellfire and Brimstone PostMillennial Prophecy?
Because no one wants to read all those words,
research all that math and science,
evolutionary stuff about Group Theory,
and InFormation Systems Design,
and Gaming Theory with OnLine WinWin, and WinLose Applications,
Cooperative Economic and Political EcoTherapeutic Theory,
Discussion and Dialogue, Communication Technology, Frames, ChoiceMaking Games and Strategies,
Health and Therapy Sciences,
much less Buckminster Fuller's Synergetics,
or even Permaculture Design
for Exterior, or Positive Psychology Interior, Landscapes.
Too many words;
too many notes.
Easier to huff and puff
until our overly competitive ego-centric hypocrisy
Better to paint a hot-fired, wilting,
dying picture instead,
to foreshadow breathing through bicameral therapy
of eco-scientific natural systems,
designed to grow health
and Earth-subsidiary solidarity of DNA/RNA Tribes
as co-arising love,
Light my fire?
Light as fire's flaming great transitional time.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
The old woman argued relentlessly, her case.
Resolute, she raved in her conviction;
two thousand and one reasons were there for her to be mad.
Eleven was given to questioning eyes.
It was September,
and Bernice brought home the bourgeois man,
and the two fell
from the pedestal
they held among friends in the big city,
(the city) a melting pot,
now a city in affliction.
Bernice’s brown eyes combed the neighborhood;
two boys, with open arms,
played aero planes;
Across the street,
the rug pilot laughed his ass off
as if mocking the bourgeois man,
and his woman hid her face in rags …,
in degradation –
but her sad eyes openly mourned her son’s suicide.
Grief of that magnitude brings offense,
and the bourgeois man was red with wrath,
and he abhors the old woman
with every inch of his being.
Racism was reversed.
He avowed by God to ruin the rug pilot,
and the people that loved him consented.
Hearts were left to wonder
what makes men so cruel.
The reasons for the old woman’s rant was explicable,
and of the grounds for the revenge
the negros conceded,
in only one instance.
Revenge was foreseeable,
and the spirit breeds more phobias.
Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2010
Eternal God desires all men
To be saved
To come to the knowledge of the truth
That is of Father Christ Jesus
Father Christ must be proclaimed to
So that this revelation may reach
To the ends of the earth
Eternal God graciously arranged
That the things hHe had once revealed
For the salvation of all peoples
Should remain in their entirety
Throughout the ages
Be transmitted to all generations
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015
Finally..Mr.Whitman, I understand as my journey is symbolic to yours;
but, through my poverty-strickened doors.
Fighting your human instincts...
while learning your internal glow within. Frightening, enlightening, inviting his omnipresence in
and as your reward he transforms you into him.
Breathing your FIRST breath again.
Loving life from the core of the earth to the pull of the moon. Stuck in the middle yet
understanding all of the connectivity; because I'm living in a state of Divinity.
Copyright © Stepheney hernandez | Year Posted 2011
In what ways should self- help guide quod erat
demostrandum? An outcast in renowned manor, Hardly given a libate to quodlibets own very existence, And hasten to the fictitious lands of historic romance, Behind the fertility and its
lucreous, In the ambience endowed with whole lots of nacreous , All worth in many of its returns, Went singeing about that waylayers songs, Like sheep without a shepherd, For that misconstrued word; Even so the local tribesmen; Yet could n’t owned up with terms, But to the unborn were made to borne, Shouldn't one put up symptom in quantum, Rhine wine they said made from grapes only grown in Rhine valium , For they have lost it; More than you could'd desired it, To know revindications would upon this days set in, Unto an evil courting, Should In spite of what it seemed, Sac’less in the heart of those we mewed; nothing about And Shall often times chew. All for the fat, the rag on our primogenitor infractions. Before own very machismo, When it becomes a trounce very unremitted to mankind. Should we bid at bay all in kind. or Liege to the cavalries jousting a day after it reveille on your rivalries.
Copyright © kelechi Emeaba | Year Posted 2010
The scarf, on my head,
Everyday, I beg.
To Allah, and His Messenger,
Am I not one of His?
Is it all out of nature?
Five times in a day,
Bowing down to Allah,
The Decency of my nature,
Leads me into a venture,
Simultaneously, a juncture,
That I, conjecture.
My Believe in Allah.
My Pride in Islam.
Copyright © Malyun Ahmed | Year Posted 2014
A talk with the devil
One night while watching television
I suddenly fell asleep
And when I open my eyes
This stranger I did meet
A wild looking creature,
Bolder then I had seen
Somebody shake me and
Tell me this is a dream.
I did not want to be here,
This is a mistake
Wake me; shake me,
Before it is too late.
The creature began to laugh,
As he laughs so hard;
You are down here to stay
So said the Lord.
You had your chance
To live a Christian life
But you didn't count on
Taking this deep sleep tonight.
Listen careful my child,
Don’t you hear the bells?
You missed the streets of gold
And ended up in hell
I started to scream and plead to God;
He never heard me as
I stood there in the dark.
People was crying and gritting
Their teeth; my night gown caught on fire
From the intensity of the heat
I yell out with pain saying
Forgive me, this is a mistake
I realize it was the devil when he said;
Take your place I appointed
You in the lake.
All while you live,
I stayed hard on your back
You down here with me
And there is no looking back
I showed you things
That drew you from God
Not giving you a chance
To receive him in your heart
Oh foolish one, how foolish could you be
I did not want you in heaven,
But down here with me.
You did not have to come here,
Or allow yourself to be fool
I do what I want,
I got nothing to lose.
I know how heaven look,
But I did not care
I want all of God’s people for myself
Maybe you should have loved
God without a doubt
The day I got unruly up there,
He simply put me out.
.I got all kind down here
With me, young and old
I am out to kill and
Destroy all of God’s souls.
As I talked with the devil
My heart did ache
My head hung in shame
Because I knew it was too late
I scream loud as I could
To the top of my voice
Suddenly I open my eyes
And grabbed for my heart.
I remember everything
I had seen that night
I had no time to waste,
To get my soul right.
I got one more chance
To try to save my soul
I got one more chance
To walk the streets of gold.
You may say that this is a poem,
And you are right
But what if you fall asleep
And go there one night?
Do whatever it takes
To live the holy way
Time waits for no one,
It must be today.
Copyright © Lillie Williams | Year Posted 2012
BEYOND THE HORIZON
Beyond the horizon, three oceans meet the sky,
It is the land of plenty; you cannot travel in a day,
It is wider than the man’s vision and has no end.
Beyond the horizon, there is peace of mind,
Crime, violence and death are no more,
The former things have passed away,
No more tears, mourning, cry or pain!
Beyond the horizon, in the middle of rivers Pishon, Tigris and Euphrates,
The earth and other planets revolve around the sun and their moons,
All forms of sicknesses have passed away,
The lame stand up, walk, run and dance,
The deaf hear the joyous sounds around them,
The blind enjoy the world of colour
In addition, see the faces of their loved ones for the very first time!
Beyond the horizon, I see water rising above the oceans,
We have become strong and healthy, all young and energetic,
No more eye glasses, no more crutches and walking canes,
No more medicine, no more dental clinics or hospitals,
The ravages of aging have been reversed.
Beyond the horizon, never again will emotional illnesses
And depression rob people of their happiness!
Beyond the horizon, even though we speak in different tongues
We have become one big family with no barriers to unity and brotherhood,
I see seven continents merging and fusing together,
Humans are at peace with animals,
Cats and dogs have forgiven each other,
Wolves and lambs, lions and buffaloes, jackals and goats feed together,
And all our domestic animals are totally safe!
Beyond the horizon, bright shining and filled with vigour,
Mankind have awaken to a new day of vibrant life and renewed energy,
For they will learn not war anymore, but the ever-lasting peace.
They have turned their destructive weapons into ploughshares,
And never again will the tranquillity of the world be disrupted by cruel people!
Mankind have been taught to treat each other with love, respect and dignity,
And they have shed their violent traits and have become peaceful forever!
Beyond the horizon, in the wonderful garden,
Even a little child has nothing to fear from wild animals
Behold, he dances with lions and bears,
As he rolls the mamba around his neck!
Look over there, the young woman talks to a puff adder and it listens!
No one’s home will have to be locked to keep thieves out,.
Peace have reigned in every heart and in every house,
What a peace our new world that is!
Look at us from a distance, beyond the horizon,
Somewhere where the rainbow ends, way up high,
There in the vineyard, where the rosy sun drips over Sun Valley,
God himself is with humankind,
Look, He is wiping off every tear from our faces!
We have come a long, long way and have worked hard to come to this paradise,
We will be a silly so and so if we should ever let this beautiful!
Copyright © SIMON M MATLOU | Year Posted 2012
In the distant thunder I can hear the sound of riders drawing near
A gathering storm that will soon hit with great force
The first rider will ride in on a white horse a bow by his side
He comes in the name of peace and good will, but he practices to deceive with
flattery and great skill
A red horse follows close on the first riders heels
He comes with a sword to take peace from the earth and cause men to kill
War shall ravage the land and the blood of men will flow as a river across the desert
A black horse closes the distance
He will cause a great famine to spread over the land
Many shall cry out in hunger and pain as food shortages cause great strain.
Many shall die in this dark hour of need for there shall be found no grain or seed
Riding in at full gallop the fourth horsemen approaches
The name of this rider is Death and Hell follows close behind him
Men shall watch in defenseless terror, for unto the pale horse
Power is given to kill by the sword, with hunger and the beasts of the field
The time has come to sound a warning through the land for the approaching hoof
of the apocalypse is nigh at hand
Copyright © Lori Lucas McClure | Year Posted 2011
“Patients, carefully wash your hands and mouth
As the spirits are offended by our smells
And get yourself clean of the defilements”
Thus Matho announced the arrival of the **Dakini
To the séance of the Stok Monastery.
Then Dakini donned her ritual costume
Preparing the alter of seven offerings of
Water, flowers, incense, a butter lamp, cakes
As well as ‘golden drinks” and juniper incense
She was ready with the bell, and small hand drum.
Bummmm aummmmm bum bum blah
Did you hear the hiccupping, sneezing
And the mysterious chanting of the oracle
See her offering the drinks to please the god.
Then she in full trance, the healing sessions began
The hand drum spinning, bell shaking
And the tantric gestures ha ha ha bum bum blah
Shhhhhhhert Shhssshhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhhert
Hrihhhhmmm Climmmmmmm Shrrrrrrrriiiiimmmmm
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa uuuumm …sswahahahaha.
Now she turned to the patients waiting
To present their ailments, predicaments
And they were treated one by one.
She extracted noxious substances causing illness
With a short copper tube vigorously sucked
And then spitted the substance into a bowl of water.
She read the barley corns dancing across her drum
And used her rosary beads for calculation
Divining the cause of illness, or other quarries.
The Vajra master trains two laymen and they
Undergo fifteen days of daily ablutions
And continues to serve making predictions
Both communal and agrarian welfare
During harvest festival in seventh Tibetan month.
Look, there is a farmer with his problems
He is advised to plow his field in zigzag pattern
Then, comes a shepherd to the Kuuchu (spirit chaser)
With a problem of butter not churning
And he is advised to exorcise the butter.
Hear Kuuchu chanting a Badik song
Next comes a woman who got sick
After her delivery
And advised to be treated before forty days.
Follow me to the stone alter behind that temple
Do you see a human figurine called Torma
A person’s sins are transferred to a dough effigy
A demon or an enemy’s soul is trapped in it
Now see how it is stabbed and beheaded
By ritual dancers wearing deity marks.
This will go on for about fifteen day
And people praying for peace and prosperity.
Dr. Ram Mehta
First place in Debbie's The Shamans
* shamanistic influence in the Bonn religion of some Central Asians,
and in Tibetan Buddhism.
**The Tibetan Buddhist Dakini is a compelling icon of untamed female
freedom.The word “dakini” is Sanskrit;
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2011
The greatest love story ever told,
Of a man who loved a prostitute.
Married her in her infidelity,
But later she left his love destitute.
Hosea loved Gomer through all her sin
And lack of faithfulness.
She did not deserve the love,
He gave without reservedness.
She gave him three children
But they were not his own.
She was extremely unfaithful;
Her wayward seeds were sown.
Yet he still loved her
And his heart did ache.
She despised his goodness;
His love she did forsake.
Finally Gomer left Hosea;
Went back to her old profession.
Found herself so destitute,
She became part of a human auction.
For 15 shekels of silver and some barley,
Hosea purchased his wife.
Took her back home again;
Lovingly gave her a new life.
Hosea was a type of Christ;
His love for Gomer never faltered.
Although we sin against Him;
His love for us isn’t altered.
We don’t deserve His forgiveness;
A chance to start anew.
But He gives it to us anyway,
His mercy each day to renew.
© Copyright 2008-2010 Maureen LeFanue
Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2012
Oh David, King David
You slew the mocking monster
You were forgiven
You were chosen...
composing mighty music
fearing His wrath
May He show such mercy to us
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2012
The song still reverberates
with a clarion call to everyone
love as its predominant cry
embodies the message of being human.
It’s also what the gospel says
in Christ the Lord, our Model,
who always tells his disciples
love God and one another.
An act of charity or act of love,
shows already what God is all about;
through him we become part of his kingdom.
However, a radical response implies,
especially at the major crossroads
when we don’t get along well
with our companions or friends in our lives.
To love our enemies can be hard
when our vulnerability is hurt
and even tested in a number of times
It’s really a test of faith, a challenge indeed.
St Luke in his gospel says, ‘love your enemies,’
‘pray for those who mistreat you,’
involves a huge amount of renunciation,
emptying and saying , ‘all for the Lord.’
Pride causes everything to get crippled
from within where the heart dictates us
never mind and ‘bury the hatchet now’
because God himself did it himself for us all.
Like those crooked lines deep within us
are lines that depict envy, hatred and anger;
through our efforts and God’s assistance
we can straighten them in a gradual way.
The historical figure of Christ,
our measure in today’s world;
he’s the compendium and source of all
that love we share to everyone.
Stentorian means extremely loud
Copyright © mark escobar | Year Posted 2012
Church is a she
Bride of Father Christ
Church is Catholic
Church is people
Catholic related to the whole
Father Christ called
Profess whole faith
Preserve all Sacraments
To proclaim Good News
Sent her to all nations
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013
As I walk in I shall l fall, but I hope you know I have not yet given my all. My mistakes are
as well written. So as I bow here before you ,all I ask is one more chance the pillars of
the church shall hold me up, through storms and pain less spoken of. Just ill be forgive
for thing' s less said undone
Copyright © kayla potts | Year Posted 2011