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Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

Live 2 B U

{intro}
(Whisper) mmmmhmmm
Turn me on by your tranquil, no-drama-no-trauma tune
It will be noon soon,
My sweet maroon moon
Don't panic, maniac of mine...you're swimming in your lament lagoon 
Ohhhhh...
Please
Hear me out 
At ease,
I hear your victory shout!!!

Ooooo I-I-I-I...

{verse 1} 
Naturally, out of breath
Out of hate's chains...
Strangely, the scent of death
Got graveyard brains...
Suicide takes a ride into my mind and heart
I didn't know my silver soul would break apart 
I just thought if I rot, I'd have a happy ending 
I just thought if I hurt myself, I would need mending 

{refrain}
I have an ability 
To see energy around a person, place or thing 
I have the capability 
To give up giving in to failure's success, making me feeling less than nothing and you're everything — in your self-absorbed life, am I anything?

{hook}
Rub your filth bubbles on me
I'm naked and ashamed, baby

{chorus}
Live to be you...
And I'll live to be me
You leave
I grieve 
I'm insecure with or without you by my side 
You cover up your negativity tide...where does your soul abide? 
Live to be you...
And I'll relive our moments of ecstasy 
You're timid 
I confidently get rid 
Of everything and everyone that reminds me of you...desperately in need of a beautiful bride 
I'm sorry for being bisexual when I should be straight, oh Lord of Accord...I'm overwhelmed by shame that embraces me long and wide...
I'm sorry that I heartlessly lied
To receive the truth
Of my hello that got goodbyed,
An ever-aching tooth 
Live 2 B U (x7)

Ooooo yehhhhhh 

{verse 2}
Give, don't get
Live with no regret 
Receive, let die
Let live, don't lie 
High until I hit a low 
Blessed breeze do blow
You know? Know? Know?
You blew up in front of me
I did dat too, I forgive easily 
I hold a grudge on my mistakes 
Putting everyone's lives at their own individual stakes 

{refrain}
I have an ability 
To see energy around a person, place or thing 
I have the capability 
To give up giving in to failure's success, making me feeling less than nothing and you're everything — in your self-absorbed life, am I anything?

{hook}
Rub your filth bubbles on me
I'm naked and ashamed, baby

{chorus}
Live to be you...
And I'll live to be me
You leave
I grieve 
I'm insecure with or without you by my side 
You cover up your negativity tide...where does your soul abide? 
Live to be you...
And I'll relive our moments of ecstasy 
You're timid 
I confidently get rid 
Of everything and everyone that reminds me of you...desperately in need of a beautiful bride 
I'm sorry for being bisexual when I should be straight, oh Lord of Accord...I'm overwhelmed by shame that embraces me long and wide...
I'm sorry that I heartlessly lied
To receive the truth
Of my hello that got goodbyed,
An ever-aching tooth 
Live 2 B U (x7)

Ooooooooo ahhhh

{verse 3}
Music makes me move 
Your hit makes me groove 
Show me your ways
Of one of those days 
I went through those
"Teen" phases...sending tingles from arms to toes, 
Counting my endless friends and foes...
I feel angst in a rebellious amount of rows 

{refrain}
I have an ability 
To see energy around a person, place or thing 
I have the capability 
To give up giving in to failure's success, making me feeling less than nothing and you're everything — in your self-absorbed life, am I anything?

{hook}
Rub your filth bubbles on me
I'm naked and ashamed, baby

{chorus}
Live to be you...
And I'll live to be me
You leave
I grieve 
I'm insecure with or without you by my side 
You cover up your negativity tide...where does your soul abide? 
Live to be you...
And I'll relive our moments of ecstasy 
You're timid 
I confidently get rid 
Of everything and everyone that reminds me of you...desperately in need of a beautiful bride 
I'm sorry for being bisexual when I should be straight, oh Lord of Accord...I'm overwhelmed by shame that embraces me long and wide...
I'm sorry that I heartlessly lied
To receive the truth
Of my hello that got goodbyed,
An ever-aching tooth 
Live 2 B U (x7)

Oooooo ohhhh 
Shhhh...

{verse 4}
Love all tho 
Don't LOL at my BRB's 
To and fro,
Goes the blessed breeze 
I'm gonna do what I can
To be a loyal friend and fan
Paparazzi, soon I'll be your celebrity 
I will not take heed to anyone's Hypocrisy 
I like your constructive criticism 
It makes me a polished prism...

Ohhhh 
So...
Hmmmm...

{chorus}
Just...um...
Live to be you...
And I'll live to be me
You leave
I grieve 
I'm insecure with or without you by my side 
You cover up your negativity tide...where does your soul abide? 
Live to be you...
And I'll relive our moments of ecstasy 
You're timid 
I confidently get rid 
Of everything and everyone that reminds me of you...desperately in need of a beautiful bride 
I'm sorry for being bisexual when I should be straight, oh Lord of Accord...I'm overwhelmed by shame that embraces me long and wide...
I'm sorry that I heartlessly lied
To receive the truth
Of my hello that got goodbyed,
An ever-aching tooth 
Live 2 B U (x11)

{bridge}
Cuz I lived 2 B me...
No one cares...their starlit hair are scarred and their skin from deep within is tattooed with without-a-cares that worsens the tear-jerking tears
That's what I see...
I'm not the sparkling sea - why all the bittersweet stares? 
All cuz
I lived 2 B me
Was
It my fault that I live free
In trapped freedom...
I flee to seek His KINGdom...
I'm the Numb scum with mental instability and fooldumb 
Wisdom is heard by some with His symmetrical spirit of faith that is stepped on like a pizza crumb — minus the sum (meaning not appreciated by society for doing God's Word)
Your nature of immature pride is not tolerated here
It's inadequate to my dilemmas, which are of fear

{hook}
I dare you to rub your filth bubbles on me
I'm naked and ashamed, baby
What now?

{refrain x3}
I have an ability 
To see energy around a person, place or thing 

{hook}
So don't you dare rub your filth bubbles on me
I'm naked and ashamed, baby
Now what?

{outro}
Ooooh
I...advise

You not to...interfere 
With your unnecessary remarks 
Wandering deer,
Don't hurry and worry, dear...you are as strong as arduous arks and as playful as children's parks 
(Whisper) Live 2 B U...
And I'll live to have me free 
Me...I luv u 2...darling boo...
Someday, we'll be set free...sooner or later, we'll find an escape route and swiftly flee

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Watering Terror

I'm so confused,
raised to believe cooperative love overpowers competing fears
about scarcity of time, 
and other resources,
and anger about past over- and under-valuing of myself
as a regenerative resource,
Presence
Source,
raised to believe the Golden Rule
is most effectively applied to all life,
as cooperative ecologically regenerative potential,
I don't see how it could be OK
to run a national political campaign
assuming I will confuse the taking of life for nutritional needs
as less just than the taking of life for punishment and retributive needs,
death-debt owed for death-taken,
as if it were possible to kill
disenculturing clans of terrorists
repeatedly
for each and every innocent life taken
with such unholy cynicism as anti-life hopeless degenerates.

I find this violence-begets-violence nowhere else
in any ecosystem,
anything that could possibly be called a sustainable system,
in any form of nature,
other than humane nature as de-natured humanity.

However, now that I think of it,
perhaps we do see something of its kind
in diseased and over-crowded populations,
literally eating their young.

We often call this "rabidity",
as individuals,
families,
tribes,
swarming in a monocultural snarl,
turn on each other
begin unprovoked cannibalism,
prey on each other,
perhaps as a form of punishment or retribution
for past angers and fears only these terrorist champions of chaos
can see
and feel;
a mounting prescient culture of mutual disregard and antipathy,
immunity,
trending toward Lose-Lose sociopolitical economic and ecological
outcomes.

Still,
is it wise to sanction violence to be perpetrated by others
on our behalf,
at any scale,
for any reason?
How is abuse and neglect of death-producing miscreants
not hypocritical
for a person who believes in the power of cooperative love
as a more effective Golden Rule 
than "Beat Others down before they Win more than you"?
Does this intend to include anything but monocultural AnthroCentric overcrowding, more violence, 
more dissonance, 
trending toward decomposition of all Earth's systems?

Am I to invest
or disinvest
in a competing human race
or a humanizing regenerate space and time?
Or, is it something MidWay between,
sometimes competing anger and fear might be Teachers,
I suppose,
although still not the best choice-makers.
Perhaps we could leave cooperative balancing
of Tipping Point decomposition 
and analysis of therapeutic/toxic trends,
within exclusive charge of CoArising Love as Golden Rule choice-making;
choosing whether or not to disinvest in regenerative health potential values of a life,
or a biosystem,
an ecosystem,
to optimally invest in Earth's regenerating health and vitality.

Yet, Earth does not necessarily
always and at all times,
water humane flowers
to starve the weeds.
More often, weeds starve flowers of water
as Crusading Christians starved diversity of intelligence
through violent ex-communication.

So, if these interdependently organic
cooperating relationships
between and within individuals,
families of weeds,
tribes of flowers,
nations and planets,
and the ecobalance of co-arising space with time
are what we seem to love,
then why do we suboptimize with Win-Lose economic and political choices
to compete with each other
for livelihood
sense of vocational value,
for power to declare war on each other,
the right to abuse and neglect and ex-communicate each other,
as if Earth's evolutionary journey
is not historically rooted
in cooperative regenerate enculturation,
as any of life's surviving cells
could quickly attest,
even under threat of ex-communication.

It is difficult for me to find any faith
or even hope
in the belief that Earth produced this humanizing race
toward degenerating dissonance
and overly-competitive Win to Lose strategies
of Left-brain cultural and language
and political and economic
dominance.

It feels less confusing to me
to comprehend we are ecoconsciously co-loving each other
in a rapidly overpopulating monocultural species
with humane researching and incubating
emergently embryonic cooperative aspirations
to optimize WorldWide Win-Win ecosystemic networks,
to balance Left with Right mindbody co-mentoring intelligence,
harmonizing all our bicameral systemic information,
issuing inductive from Heaven's TransParent Cloud
and deductive from Earth's RNA icons 
of recreating intelligence,
form with nondual co-arising cooperative function,
noun as verb,
poly-goal as perma-path,
and harmonic-octave frequencies 
in 4-square Prime Sequential Relationship,
both Time's co-gravitating with Space's thermodynamic balance,
Yang OVER yin-squared = c-squared ecoconsciousness
of Universal TransParent (0) Metric Light Balance.

Perhaps, then, it is less confusing to me
to think about how to invest more wisely
in non-violent empathy of Basic Attendance
to notice and listen with still-centered mindbody,
empathically absorbing claustrophobic fear and anger
saturating toxic terror that my life,
therefore your life,
has no ego-intrinsic value
because LeftEgo is too dissonantly dominant
over Right EcoEarth Regenerational Analogic
CoEmpathic Arising Function,
so my death, therefore your death,
has no Earth-intrinsic regenerative value or disvalue.

From this position
I cannot see Allah as ReGenerator Power and Flow,
Form with NatureFunction,
Love with Synergetic Intent,
TransParent Empathic Elational Present
Concave HomePlace within Convex healthCulture
through Time's bilaterally co-gravitating eco-normative lens.

How is any directive to starve and/or neglect and/or kill
not what Christians have known as ex-communication
unto decomposition?
Dissonance struggling against dissonance,
when we could choose to emerge mutually-resonant regenerators,
re-communicative poly-empathic optimizers,
co-mentoring Earth-regenerate soil
reforesting our rivers for clean water,
repurposing mutual immunity
as mutual subsidiarity within 
Earth,
EcoTribe,
RNA/DNA solidarity.
These three held together into perpetuity,
Earth Tribal ReSolution.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Cyndi MacMillan | Details |

TAIL SPIN, REVISED

This page shows my writing process and is part of Poetrysoup's first workshop.  The workshop's intent is to reveal how revision strengthens a poem. Constructive feedback can be a gift.  Should any journal editor provide suggestions to me, I'd eagerly listen.  This 'reveal' will be archived, may be used as a teaching tool for newer poets.  Thank you to all the workshop participants.  You really put your heart into this project.  


Clammy palmed, heart amplifying 
a heavy metal gallop as if thick smoke fills

the corridor, a face peers through the window;
A pilot warns, we’re coming in rough.

Like that first ear piercing, eyes crammed shut;
Like Jamie Lee Curtis in the closet 

clutching a hanger, screaming to wake herself up. 
A memory of brakes failing on the highway,  

of an empty pantry, then getting that pink slip.
Too much, too much, panic takes hold,

a lockdown, a breakdown, a savage dog bite — 
when the cure was still a stab to the belly,
 
Like you just saying to me
I’m not sure if I love you, anymore.


Version Two, May 7, 2015


ROLLERCOASTER RIDE,

Clammy palmed, heart amplifying 
a heavy metal gallop as if thick smoke 

chokes the corridor, a face cracks the window
or the pilot says, we’re coming in rough.

Refrains, this'll hurt me more than it hurts you;
Ma'am, three weeks til we get the results,

a long dreamed pregnancy, sudden bleeding,
mother in her coffin, ear to frigid wood.

Like razors in an apple,
like Jamie Lee Curtis in the closet 

clutching a hanger, screaming to wake herself up. 
A memory of brakes failing on the highway,  

of a skeletal pantry, of a bullet hole.
Too much, too much, panic takes hold,

a lockdown, a breakdown, a savage dog bite — 
when the cure was still a stab to the belly,
 
Like you just saying to me
I’m not sure if I love you, anymore.  





Version 3 -- tighter, more erratic, rapid fire.

TAIL SPIN

Clammy palmed, heart amplifying 
a heavy metal gallop as if smoke 

chokes corridors, a face cracks the window,
the pilot yells, we’re coming in rough.

Remember, soap in the mouth,
Remember, you want somethin' to cry about.

An awaited pregnancy, sudden bleeding,
mother's coffin, ear to frigid wood.

Like razors in apples,
like Jamie Lee Curtis in a closet 

grappling that hanger, my parallel life,
brakes failing on the highway,  

skeletal pantry, new bullet holes.
too much, too much, panic takes hold,

lockdown, breakdown, dog bite — 
when the cure was a stab to the belly
 
like you just saying to me
I’m not sure if I love you, anymore. 




Version 4

TAIL SPIN

Remember, soap in mouth,
I'll give you somethin' to cry about,

clammy palmed, heart amplifying 
a heavy metal gallop,

as if smoke choked corridors, 
a face cracked the window,

the pilot's croak, 
we’re coming in rough,

Mother's coffin, 
ear to frigid wood,

pregnant, at last, 
then suddenly bleeding.

Like one Halloween,
a razor hid in my apple,

shrapnel in our bedroom door,
too much, panic takes hold,

lockdown, breakdown, rabid bite — 
when the cure was a stab to the belly
 
like you just saying to me
                I’m not sure if I love you, anymore.  

Revised:

TAIL SPIN

Remember, soap in mouth,
I'll give you somethin' to cry about,

clammy palmed, heart amplifying 
a heavy metal gallop,

as if smoke choked corridors, 
a face rattled the window,

the pilot croaked, 
we’re coming in rough,

Mother's coffin, 
ear to finished wood,

pregnant, at last, 
then suddenly bleeding.

Like one Halloween
a razor cored my apple,

shrapnel in our bedroom door,
too much, panic takes hold,

lockdown, breakdown, rabid bite — 
when the cure was a stab to the belly
 
like you just saying to me
                I’m not sure if I love you, anymore.  

Revised 6

TAIL SPIN

Remember, soap in mouth,
I'll give you somethin' to cry about,

clammy palmed, heart amplified 
a heavy metal gallop,

as if smoke choked corridors, 
a face rattled the window,

turbulence, warnings,
we’re coming in rough,

Mother's coffin, 
ear to finished wood,

pregnant, at last, 
then suddenly bleeding.

Like one Halloween
a razor cored my apple,

shrapnel in our bedroom door,
too much, panic takes hold,

lockdown, breakdown, rabid bite — 
when the cure was a stab to the belly
 
like you just saying to me
                I’m not sure if I love you anymore.  


Revised 7 -- I am happy with this one, finally... any more takers? LOL

TAIL SPIN

Remember, soap in mouth,
I'll give you somethin' to cry about,

clammy palmed, heart amplified 
a heavy metal gallop,

as if smoke choked corridors, 
a face rattled the window,

turbulence, warnings,
we’re coming in rough,

Mother's coffin, 
ear to finished wood,

pregnant, at last, 
then suddenly bleeding.

Like one Halloween
a razor cored my apple,

shrapnel in our bedroom door,
too much, panic takes hold,

lockdown, breakdown, rabid bite — 
when the cure was a stab to the belly
 
like you just saying to me
 I’m not sure 

                    if I love you anymore.  

Revision 10 -- thank you EVERYONE

TAIL SPIN

Remember, soap in mouth,
I'll give you somethin' to cry about,

clammy palmed, heart amplified 
a heavy metal gallop,

as if smoke choked corridors, 
a face rattled the window,

turbulence, warnings,
we’re coming in rough,

Mother's coffin, 
ear to finished wood,

pregnant, at last
overjoyed — sudden blood.

Like one unforgettable night
a razor cored my apple,

shrapnel pricked our bedroom door,
too much, panic takes hold,

lockdown, breakdown, rabid bite — 
when the cure was a stab to the belly
 
like you just saying to me
 I’m not sure 

                      if I love you anymore.  

Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Dr Time's DiPolar Rant

What's up?
Thanks for this second interview,
old man.

You are either blind or confused,
but probably both.

Well, thanks,
and I appreciate you as well.
Now, I understand you want to talk about human consciousness.

We comprehend your language as limiting human consciousness.

Now would that be the royal "we"
or are you assuming something about me
or the entire human race?

Yes, although be careful not to confuse royalty with governance.
Royalty is best democratized for universal
and global
and individual self-governance.
This is the subject of considerable ancient poetry
and wisdom.

OK, well,
how about a wide open question
and then you can just say whatever it is you
or we
want to say about human consciousness?

Was that your wide open question
or am I still waiting for it?

Apparently you are still waiting
because you are continuing to respond to my questions
with questions.

Yes, that's what I wanted to say about human consciousness.
So, any other questions for me today?

I don't know how I got myself involved with you again.
You  are the most ornery pedantic old fart I have ever met.

I resemble that remark
but it is not what I understand as an "open question."

What would you like to say about consciousness?

Thank you.
That reminds me of the grand opening of Book 1:
The Character of Tao,
entitled "On The Absolute Tao."
Let me try a post-millennial transposition
of Laotse's famous treatise:

Book 1: The Coincidentally DiPolar Character of Time
1. On Absolute Time

The Time that can be spoken
Is not comprehensive time;
The Languages that can be given
Are not fully Polynomial-Real
resonate
resolved Information,
or understanding.

Not-Not Binomiality is the origin of "Universe" and "Earth";
Language-Logos-Left hemisphere
proposes to the Right-hemispheric Eco-Mother 
of Earth's Universal Solar-Fueled System.
Left speaks ego's anthrocentric
to Right's mute eco-centric binomially balanced syntax.

Therefore:
Oftentimes, humans purge themselves of ego's fear-of-death passion
In order to comprehend Life's Original Intent;
Oftentimes, Universal Time's comprehensive consciousness regards human co-passion,
To rediscover its bilaterally eternal flowing form
from past into this present toward future's past.

This binomial--yin's secret future time 
with yang's manifest past time--
is one naturally equivalent bilaterally coincidental cycle;
Yin-Future and Yang-Past are given different names
When human language explains their bilateral manifestation
in the present
as polynomially binomial
"not not yet"
and
"not not now".

Future "not not yet" with Past Polynomial-Yang empowered Information 
we language through Present's comprehensive consciousness,
Logos-Mythos ReConnection
ReCreation
PermaCultural ReGeneration:
Stretching across Future's Omega Point
down and into Deeper Ecology
Is the Risk and Opportunity Paradox 
of Ego's optimizing Life within Eco's Balancing ReBirthing Death.

Wow, that sounds really deep Dr. Time
but some of us are really busy trying to get through our day
so if you're done
I'll submit this
but don't expect too much by way of positive outcome
cause that was really out there in the effectiveness department.

You sound disappointed.

Let's just agree that comprehensive consciousness
seems to lack sufficient informational articulation
to change how I feel about you,
for example.

I suppose that's why we call it "comprehensive."
So, let's try redirecting fear about future deaths
and anger about past deaths
by including both ourselves and our environment
discovering what anger at,
fear about,
oneself can teach
our present consciousness.

What does your present conscience show you
about your justified anger at others,
past events,
society,
significant others;
what does fear about others,
and your future,
teach you about love and kindness
needed for yourself AND
these others,
together,
as a coincidentally correlated relationship through time?

When future-fear and past-anger say
"I don't have time for you."
future-love and past-kindness coincidentally say
"I regret not having enough time for us."

When past-anger says
"I don't have enough time for me."
future-love and past-kindness also say
"I regret not having enough time for me
to be with eco-us, 
universal-us,
governance-us,
to invest in more comprehensive consciousness,
universal intelligence,
to "sit with the world,"
to re-create,
to co-create,
to co-incidate,
to Right-eco-recenter my Left-ego-identity."

When love and kindness say
"I have time for you"
future-fear and past-anger are also saying,
"I regret not having enough time for egocentrism."
but,
future-love and past-kindness only speak within languaged consciousness
when present-tensing time is consciously dominant,
just as future-fear and past-anger only speak
with future and past tense timing dominance.

Anger about past relationships
transactional events within time,
is also fear about replication within future's coincidental space
of present-tense comprehensive consciousness.

I'm feeling dizzy and light-headed.

You are dizzy and light-headed.

I just said that.

Binomially eternal time recycles
reiterates
religioning revolutionary
and enlightening intuitive dipolar headed,
as ego turns to fly home to Right-brain centric embrace
bilateral time regains this human race's natural pace.

Too many words.

That's OK.
His royal commissioner accused Mozart of too many notes.
Both history and culture had their timely response.
Mozart still sings and dances
because he did not listen to repressive governance messages.

Too many notes, I'll never get this submitted in time.

Well, time doesn't wait,
but it doesn't leave any faster than it arrives.





Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Demetrios Trifiatis | Details |

KNOW THYSELF

Know Thyself
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)



For years before the narrow windows of my senses
                                                                       I stood,
Trying to pierce the nebulous world of outer reality,
                                                                   Hoping to find GOD,
One year was following the other but I was: 
                                                                 Still wondering,
                                                                          Still inquiring,
                                                                               Still demanding.

I was lost in the tenebrous world of materiality’s
                                                                  Phenomena, 
While the true essence of things, evasive 
                                                           As ever,
Persistently escaped the grasp of my confused
                                                                  Perception, 

Unable to see behind the impenetrable veil
                                                             Of Isis,
And disappointed with reason’s constant 
                                                            Failure,
My impatient voice towards the starry heavens I lifted,
                                                                   Asking aloud:

              Where are Thee, oh LORD?

For I have been seeking for Thee so many years now,
But I have found Thee not!

I have kept my eyes wide-open in order to see,
As many colors of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a moment have I shut them, 
For fear I missed Thy resplendent light,
But I saw Thee not!

I have kept my ears wide-open in order to hear
As many sounds of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a second have I covered them up
For fear I missed Thy sacred voice,
But I heard Thee not!

I have kept my hands extended in order to touch
As many things of Thy creation as possible
And not even for a minute have I held them back,
For fear I missed Thy spiritual touch
But I touched Thee not!

I have kept my nostrils wide-open in order to scent
As many perfumes of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an instant have I held my breath
For fear I missed Thy holy aroma
But I scent Thee not!


I have become a famed gourmet in order to taste
As many delicacies of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an hour have I withheld my appetite
For fear I missed Thy heavenly feast
But I tasted Thee not! 

                           WHY?

Then, the thunderous voice of the Lord, 
Coming deep down from the twilight of time,
Tearing the eternal heavens apart
Answered me and said:

Dear innocent child of Mine; hasn’t time taught you,
That I am neither to be seen by eyes
Nor to be heard by ears?
That I am not to be touched by hands
Nor to be scent by nostrils?
That I am not to be tasted by palates
But I am only to be felt by enraptured hearts?


Trembling and puzzled, in a shaky timid voice,
                                                          I dared ask:

How could this be done, oh Lord?
For I am so weak and ignorant, I do not know
                                                               The way

And the compassionate voice of the Lord answered me
                                                                    And said:

Don’t call yourself weak and ignorant for
I have endowed you with power and knowledge
                                                                     So great,
You have only to unearth this incalculable treasure
Hidden deep down in your soul and you will be 
In touch with Me, with eternity, with the universal law,
With the light, with the truth and every single existence,
But first you have to listen carefully to what I command:

Close your eyes for they cannot see Me
And cover your ears for they cannot hear Me 

Pull back your hands for they cannot touch Me
And hold your breath for it cannot scent Me

Shut your mouth for it cannot taste me
And stand completely still in order for you 
To sense Me 

At once I rushed to Obey His divine command, so:

I closed my eyes and saw no more
And covered my ears and heard no more

I pull back my hands and touched no more
And held my breath and scent no more

I shut my mouth and tasted no more
And stood dead still for a moment,
                                  Just for a moment alone!

And BEHOLD:

I felt His ethereal presence enveloping my heart
And I saw His celestial light caressing my mind
And I heard His heavenly voice calling to my spirit
And I touched His angelic essence with my elated thought
And I scent His seraphic aroma with my sacred, now, breath
And I tasted His rapturous divinity with my blissful soul. 

Then, immendiatly, the gates of revelation opened their 
                                                                               Passages wide
And in a magnificent lofty parade, in front of my soul’s 
                                                                               Dazzled eyes
The mysteries of life, one by one, were unveiled to the last
                                                                   Thus making everything known.


And now my enraptured self, jubilant before the eternal truth,
                                                                          In ecstasy exclaims:

Thank you, oh Lord for showing me Thy blessed Essence,
                                                      Thank Thee, for I know Thee now!

And the Lord enigmatically smiled at me and with His 
                                                           Divine thought tenderly declared: 

No my loving child, you only know YOURSELF!



                           © Demetrios Trifiatis
                               
 

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2012


Long poem by Gary Bateman | Details |

What Kind of People Are We

What Kind of People Are We

In a Shakespearean sense of tragedy and doubt the well-used
“To Be or Not To Be” from Hamlet is not the question I shall
discuss in this narrative. Rather, I shall consider a few things
concerning the current Middle Eastern and European migrant
situation that has riveted the attention of the countries in those
regions as well as the rest of the world. And it’s my opportunity
to reflect on some of the things that have occurred (and are still
occurring right now), that I find quite troubling and morally 
offensive to me as concerned person and citizen.

As a writer and poet, and as a moral human being, I can say
that I was truly shocked at the sight of an innocent, young Syrian 
refugee boy named “Aylan Kurdi,” who had drowned and was lying 
face down on a Turkish beach near a resort with his head turned
slightly on its right side, as the ebb and flow of the salted waves
pushed and pulled on his little body. A real tragedy for sure that
might have been prevented, if humane, responsible, and responsive
migrant immigration policies had been in place so his father
would not have been compelled to put his wife and both of his 
sons—who all drowned together—on that fateful boat at the very
mercy of ruthless and evil human traffic smugglers.

The horrendous scenes played over and over on the 24-hour news 
cycle of the migrants and their innocent children from Syria, Iraq, 
Turkey, Afghanistan, and other countries being treated like cattle
(or even less than cattle), and indiscriminately pushed around and
tear-gassed by unfriendly and unwelcoming jack-booted Hungarian 
Rendorség (Police) were certainly most shocking and disgustingly 
revulsive by both their malicious tenor and insidious intent. The
actions also of some right-wing Hungarian demonstrators hurling
loud and abusive comments at the refugees was also quite tragic
and disturbing. I found the actions of the Hungarian Police under
the direction of Prime Minister Viktor Orban to be similarly
reminiscent of the actions of Hitler’s Gestapo and Sturmabteilung
or the SA Troops after 1933 in Nazi Germany. Shame on them!
Shame on them! This is the same old tired bigotry and stupidity
on display today.

Despite these despicable actions of the Hungarian Police and many 
of Mr. Orban’s governmental officials, a number of Hungarian
citizens still showed their kindness and humanity in helping the
migrants at various junctures on the autobahn as they trekked
toward the Austrian border in route ultimately to Germany. This
caught my obvious attention as well.

For me, the “so-what?” here turns ultimately upon the following
philosophical and human question: “What Kind of People Are We?”
The migrant problem as we know is largely the result of the massive
displacement of people that has occurred (and is still occurring) in
in the war-torn countries in the Middle East and in certain areas of
Southeast Asia. This tragedy is one of many of our world’s current
and future 21st-century challenges. How each of us as “concerned 
citizens,” in consonance with the policies and actions of the various
governments in the countries we each live under, will certainly
play a role in reflecting in the end the kind of people we really are. 

For me, the nationalistic actions of the right-wing parties and
extremists, in many countries (including the United States) and 
particularly now in Europe, provide no real solution at all, and 
become a convenient excuse for many people to forsake their
conscience and basic humanity—and to stick their heads in the 
sand like a bunch of frightful ostriches lost in the reveries of
their hate and prejudice, and disgraceful cowardice! There can
be no apology and justification for this ever! This type of
behavior is a deep-seated cancer ever-lurking in the genes of 
our human society and in mankind’s soul—awaiting its chance
to metastasize and reek its horrible destruction upon its victims.  

The point I’m driving at is this: The current responsible actions
of a number of world leaders, to particularly highlight those of
the European Union, appear to be taking several of the right steps 
in helping these refugee migrants and their families undergoing
this terrible strife forced upon them by the tyranny of war and the
resultant poverty and dislocation. Being stupid, hateful, and clearly
prejudiced as some people and certain governmental leaders are in
our global community today is not the answer and it never will be!

To people who really do care about this ongoing migrant tragedy,
it’s time to rally and act in support of local, regional, and worldwide
efforts to help these migrant people and their families so afflicted
by poverty, disease, war, injury, death, and territorial displacement. 

For me, I desire to make my voice heard loud and clear as a writer,
poet, and concerned world citizen on this matter and in my own
most humble way. Keep in mind that many of us are descendants
of families who at one time or another were migrants from other
countries escaping the whip and lash of cruel dictators and their
terrible regimes masquerading as legitimate governments of the
people. 

In my estimation, the kind of people we should be or aspire to be
are those who relish the winds of freedom, the certainty of justice,
the spirit of friendship, the values of fairness and fair play, the
magnificence of humanity, the desire for cultural diversity and
inclusion, and the love of our fellow man under the very eyes
of God Himself. 

What kind of people are we? With this, I rest my case. 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
September 11, 2015 (Narrative)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Allyssa Pate | Details |

My Hell

I fall down
deeper and deeper
into oblivion
nothing
only darkness.
the sounds of evil
dripping into my ears
slithering farther
and sliding down into me
filling me with echoes.
terror courses through
my veins
into each cell
turning them against
me
they are no longer mine
they follow another
a stronger being.
icy breezes come
they whisper to me
they say I'm bad
they call me to them
the breezes dance
hug me
covering me
hiding me from the light
shielding me from hope.
falling deeper
only down
my eyes are taunted
I see people
the ones I know
love
they are hurt
hurting
by me
I have betrayed them
left them
I am hurting them
it is me
but I can't stop.
my mind is plagued
sick
new thoughts
 every second
comes a new terror
a cruel joke
all a prank.
only deeper do I fall
light is disappearing
becoming dimmer
fading fast.
all a game
for one person
the puppeteer
the ringmaster
the man in the
mask
the one who is running the show
the show that is me.
he sees me falling
he laughs
I can't see him
but he is there
everywhere
teasing my brain
taunting my senses
he hates me
he wants to hurt me.
he throws it
the knife
I feel the pain
running up my leg
showing my bones
releasing my blood
it is blue
my blood is cold
it splatters my face
sprinkling my features
dotting them with blue
the blue liquid drips
jumping onto my tongue
I taste dirt
my blood is dirt
blue is all I see
blue is all I become
I am blue
blue is me.
a distant shout
who is it?
a cry for help
surely
the sound is mangled
twisted
young
desperate
hopeless
mine
the sound is mine
I shut my mouth
but I still hear it
chilling my blue blood
ringing in my ears
shaking my breathing
jump-starting my heart
then it's over
the scream has ceased
and silence returns
sounding more deadly than ever before.
still falling
only black do I see
the evil
the monsters' playground
the demons' joyride
and someone is hungry
it wants me
my innocence
my purity
it wants to take it
it feeds on people
people like me.
weightlessness
objects hitting me
ghosts' fingers prodding me
as I fall
I fall down
down into this never-ending hole
this abyss
for eternity
restless
empty
yet full
filled with misery
my worst fears
come back
how did he know?
he knows I'm afraid
the darkness
doesn't help me see
I can't see why
how does he do this?
they cut me again
spilling my blood
oh, the blue
I don't even feel it
I am numb
the sound of me
my skin
being sliced
a quick slashing
and they are done
I am cut
my legs
my arms
my stomach
my face
my neck
I can't see my blood
but I can see how evil it must look.
the thoughts that fell
fell down with me
they too
are damned
they talk to me
they tell me what they see
they can see
blue
yes blue
my cold blood
it is everywhere
I am pale
white
I look sick they say
oh, no
they say
oh, no
they see the bottom
be ready
they say
be ready.
I fall faster still
slowing for nothing
for no one
being pulled down
the puppeteer has me
he's got my string
and he's pulling
with no sign of letting go.
now I hear a song
they all sing it
the notes are cruel
unforgiving
they bump into the others
struggling to be heard
with no set order
it is musical chaos
he yells to me
it is beautiful
and he sings along to his song
it's made for me
musical notes are played
they come up to me
they greet me
they jump
right into my cuts
surging into my blood
they search inside me
no mercy
moving faster
the drum
keeping them steady
pounds faster
picking up tempo
searching
searching
until
they found it
they found
my heart
my soul
the music does the talking
it says to hush
hush now
slow down
my heart listens
and I get sleepy
just stop
they say
just stop
the music is evil
played by the man
the man in the mask
my brains sends
a message
one final request
it says to my heart
speed up
it says
speed up, can't you see?
she is dying
it says
you must speed up!
I still fall
with no way up
letting go of hope
why dream?
dreaming of being saved
when I already know
I'll only be dropped.
I smell
something burnt
burning
oh, no
I know what
that smell
it is flesh
not mine
surely
but belongs to someone else
someone close
they too
they smell of dirt
sinners burning
dead
they are nothing to me
they are the stench
in my nose
nothing more
the smell overcomes all
all the other senses
until it becomes me
and I burn too.
even in the dark
the black
I see something
darker
blacker than black
they are shadows
they mock me
they play
they sing
they dance
they laugh
I fill with evil
hatred
a longing to hurt
hurt the ones behind it all
then
without warning
I hear him
laughing
my pain
is his pleasure
oh so dark
it's over
I'm at the bottom
laying on the cold ground
in a small ball
too weak to stand
in a pool
of dark blue blood
I hold myself tight
I can't trust
these creatures
these beasts.
he likes my weakness
he tells me I am small
I am ugly
I am worthless
I am nothing
he laughs when I cry
I thought that
maybe
just maybe
it would be better
down here
instead of up there.
it's not.
hell is not a game.
death is not an
easy way out.
do not try to visit me.
do not try to rescue me.
for I am more lost
than I hope you will
ever be.
now that I am
at my fate
at the entrance to hell
at the bottom of this grave
of my eternity
and if I am truly
here forever,
I'll have plenty of time
to ask myself
why did I jump?

Copyright © Allyssa Pate | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

Staying Around

This free-verse was inspired by Bad Blood by Taylor Swift and Catch My Breath by Kelly Clarkson

Staying Around

I cried insane in a rush like an aborted infant 
This pain is killing me softly...I can hardly feel your heart's tune 
I have good blood in a gush of an instant 
You're dancing with the shadows of the Flames' heat...you're perfectly on beat, but it haunts me to see you go so soon

We should've fought the battle of cravings long ago
I crave your daydreaming drug...your dainty delight
We are making desire in the fire of our fury passions that are glowing by a single blow
I caved in on you...you snowed under on me...it's a pity that you're gone and now, I'm dealing with this envy 

Take a look into my multi-dimensional glass...the mirror of my past 
What have you done to my heart? I'm breathless...
I worked for your pleasure, but it hurts me to know that I wasn't good enough for you...my stargazing eyes are now downcast 
It's all your fault that I'm the target of the person to blame! I'm losing progress

Solutions can be made after we go through our problematic lives
We are like busy, brilliant bees in our own personal heaven-hell hives 
I'm staying around you from now on...I'm a free-spirited fawn 
Till my High Spirits are all gone like the sunset before the dawn 

This scarlet slit cannot be mended...my happiness has ended and my love haz been hated 
By a single stitch...
Every bit of me has rotted...in utter dread...I was so underrated 
By a sneaky, little snitch...

I'm sorry that I act bitchy all the time, speaking selfish crime 
Maybe, I need to learn to close my mouth 
I learned to shake off the stress from time to time all this wretched time 
Feels good to be good blood from the west, not the east, north or south 
Not that good blood from the west 
Is the best...I don't care if I'm the worstest
I can be a pest, but I can pass the test 
The test that I fail and awfully detest 

Trust turns to dust 
I cussed you out cuz you don't understand my issues of lust
I fuss over the fact that you don't mind me hurting like a pro...you ignored my call and left me on my own
I am not in the same rowdy bus as you and you should know - leave me alone! I'm a weak, delicate bone

You ruined me by slapping me in the face, leaving me with a red trace (blushing in embarrassment) 
You laughed at me and scoffed at me as if I was the living disgrace

You hit me all over the place, an unsolved case 
I'm a torn-up bootlace...a busted rose-pedal-designed vase 
I was just a waste of space all along...I was in the wrong...  
I was just that poet that failed to make a successful song 

Don't rub it in...auras fulfill the eyesight 
The failure I've become again...with my successless might
I live to let live and express,
Not to hopelessly impress...more or less...

Don't laugh at me because I'm doing this for me!!
You're like the stinging sensation of salt on a wound
I'm bound to be with you, blindfolded or not...I see...
You're bringing me down with your descending gravity...that made me feel like the sky when, in reality, I was down here on the filthy ground

Recalled the good times spent with you
I thought of you and the memories of you flood into my mind...
It's fine with me...I don't mind you putting the pressure on me too...
You tore me in shreds of shame that once embraced me; it was a part of me in childhood life... now, it's leaving me in frustrated sadness as time makes us blind...let the time of our lives unwind 

*warning: this part has a word that many would consider "inappropriate"* 

You did things behind my back...I know I have Qualities I lack 
Your jagged knife has evidence of the blood I shed on it 
You clicked with your clique and I'm not wanting you back 
When you call me a faggot, it makes me feel horrible inside...that's offensive to the core - you made me feel like bull's shit, so all you say and do is bullshit 
I came in last place
First place was never meant for me
I am a hamster, trying to take pace
With my heart beats...now, I take a bow and take a seat on my joy glee 

Running on the racing track 
Of the all-seeing-eye symbolism 
I'm in a vulnerable state and in a lot not my own...I'm a lonely magazine on the store rack 
I'm caught captive in the ribcage shaped as a triangle prism 

The eye is watching me
The government is attacking me, I SEE
Hm, I was involved in the research of the illuminati 
I know I've been naughty...I go against it with godly activity 

I thought it all through 
The reasons why I'm blue
Is because I've been missing you 
I caught my breath the moment the scent of death seeped through my nostrils 
I've been paying off all-aspects-of-life bills and I've been popping pills of chills (relaxing)
Time doesn't heal all wounds unfortunately, but God comes to the rescue by giving me the spirit of His Word thrills that enlivens the soul till it kills 

My good blood runs bad
Because I'm bad boy gone good - I have food on the table, not "good in the hood" 
My mind is filled with redundants and opposites that don't attract to be exact...I'm bad to the bone and I'm sadly mad
I'm doing what I should, but still enthusiastic due to this epic writer's block moments...dilemmas drive me to the conclusion that I'm misunderstood

I goofed off way too many times already...I'm still holding on with my writing will - all without a thanks 
Tourniquets don't heal stab wounds, my darling devil...fill in the blasted blanks

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Ian Howard | Details |

Phobia's

     Phobias
	A Bluto is not that Disney dog
	It was when a mewling 
	that I would scream 
	Should they wet my body
	And then apply cream
	
	Ablutophobia – fear of bathing, washing, or cleaning
	
	Achluo the demon that lurks
	In darkened corners
	The long toothed life suckers realm
	I am scared as the sun dims
	It seems to bare my soul
	
	Achluophobia – fear of darkness
	Acro what did they do 
	They called me acrobat 
	This will not do
	I get giddy standing on a matchbox
	Please get a net to see me through
	Acrophobia – fear of heights

	
	Agora just shut that door 
	I am staying here forever more
	Bring me food put it on the floor
	The letter box is just for you
	Don’t, Don’t,  try to get through
	
	Agoraphobia,  Fear of open spaces or of being in public places. Fear of leaving a                    safe place
	Agrap stole my feelings 
	He caught me unaware
	I am now afraid of sex 
	don’t ask me anymore
	It frightens me that’s for sure
	
	Agraphobia – fear of sexual abuse

	Agrizoo an angry gorilla I knew
	Wild as hell was kept in a cell
	As all his kind, even a timid Hind
	They scare the crap out of me
	Please let them run free

	Agrizoophobia – fear of wild animals

	A gyro is just what I need
	I will fit it to my trusty stead
	He will fly straight across that band
	A tarmac nasty throughout the land
	I cannot face the walk you see
	Agyrophobia –fear of crossing the road

	Aichmohe got in a hell of a fight
	They killed him with a pointed knife
	It will come for me just you see
	I cannot even mend his cloth
	Won’t  touch a needle at any cost
	
	Aichmophobia – fear of sharp or pointed objects (such as a needle or knife)
	

	Ailuro he lived next door 
	The bastard sits on the fence
	To me he snarls not a purr
	A Persian he is supposed to be
	Frightens the *****out of me
	
	Ailurophobia – fear of cats
	
	Algo, Away, I am pain free
	This morphine is the best
	First day of pain free rest
	Been told that it will return
	Got some gas, peace I yearn
	
	
	Algophobia - fear of pain

	Andro I’d rather be               (android)
	I am metal and plastic you see
	Electric person not man or woman
	That would be so sad
	If just a man I would go mad

	Androphobia – fear of men

	Antho the pologist got the plan
	He put concrete throughout the land.
	Not one shrub or flower seen
	Not one blade of grass green
	A flower would make me scream

	Anthophobia – fear of flowers


	Anthropo was a lonely man
	Wouldn’t mix with others so
	He lived in a cave, well just a hole
	You would see his eyes peeping out
	A shaking frame if people were about
	
	Anthropophobia – fear of people or the company of people, a form of social phobia.

	Aqua marine or even the wet stuff
	Is enough to drive me mad
	I stay in when there is rain
	Just wait for the sun to shine again
	A damp tissue that’s quite enough

	Aquaphobia – fear of water. Distinct from Hydrophobia, a scientific property that makes chemicals averse to interaction with water, as well as an archaic name for rabies

	Arach no, and know the score
	Those creepy creatures on the wall
	Send shivers up and down my spine
	Six legs and venom to drive you mad
	I am running already it is sad.

	Arachnophobia – fear of spiders


	Astra my name you would think of the stars
	My gaze goes up but not that far
	To the first cloud there in the sky
	If it’s the shape of an anvil I will fly 
	Fear grips me and I don’t know why
	
	Astraphobia – fear of thunder and lightning
	Atychi that was about the size of me
	The others would just make fun
	I was no good to anyone
	A failure of the first degree
	Nothing my goal, was all I could see
	
	Atychiphobia – fear of failure

	Auto matic I will seek people out
	To touch to play as long as they are near
	Don’t leave me in this place alone 
        A singularity is my biggest fear
	I will hold anyone you see I care

	Autophobia – fear of being alone or isolated
	
	Automat o no it’s not true how could you
	An advert that’s telling just lies
	Don’t all the others realize
	What you say is not true, put it right 
	It will drive me crazy I’ll keep out of sight
	
	Automatonophobia – fear of anything that falsely represents a sentient being

	Aviat o if you think I am going in that
	No I am not a scared ***** cat
	If we were meant to go fly
	Wings we would have from him on high
	Fold your machine and put it just so.
	
	Aviophobia, Aviatophobia – fear of flying
	
	
	
	
	Chaeto he was a Greek of old
	Bald as a badger so the story is told
	But why you say is there no cure 
	For him to grow some lovely hair
	For him it would give such a scare

	Chaetophobia – fear of hair

	Chemo therapy keep away from me
	Chemicals scare me I know they are free
	But to have them coursing through my veins
	No matter how good they are, and that jar
	The fear of everything for what they are 

	Chemophobia – fear of chemicals

	Chirop to or not too so I am told
	They stick in your hair best to be bald
	Now I find that my nails are made of hair
	Chirop is what I fear not chiropodist is that clear!!
	Just shave my head and cut my nails dear

	
	Chiroptophobia – fear of bats

	Chromo shines bright in my eyes
	The fear of all colours  I realise
	Now I am safe from a troubled day
	Into my dark room, I have found my way
	Knock when that sun has met its demise

	Chromophobia - fear of bright colors

Copyright © Ian Howard | Year Posted 2012


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Hoot-Full Owls

Like the foolish owls
we made enemies with falcons,
now we are doomed forever
to live amongst the ruins.
Rumi 

Are we searching for integrity
of species and clan and race,
synergy of EarthTribe centrism
appreciating our diversity of natural resources,
depreciating our monopolistic anthro-racial-entitlement history
and monocultural excesses?

What to do, how to respond,
to totalitarian tyranny
within my own ego-centrism,
and within another's home,
or community,
or economy?

These questions of avoiding negative monopolizing trends,
monoculturing economies,
monochromatic elitist races 
toward presumption and resumptions of mutual immunity
alienability
grow perennially in Spring's garden bed
of polycultural nutrient hopes,
intentions,
opportunities,
permacultural design,
and permacultural installation practice.

Monopolistic economic assumptions,
like monocultural ecological identity,
are more fruitfully and forcefully revolutioned
as polycultural challenges
to religion resonant balance,
reconnect harmony and peace,
where we have become,
internally and/or externally,
monolithically lost in ghetto silo circuits 
of over-specialized deductive blackness,
stagnant genetic pools blind to what remains
of deductive-inductive integrity's analogical growth potential.

What did I think could not be coincidental
about co-arising rhythms of revolutionary dissonance
and epicentered patterns of evolutionary confluence?

Why do I fear
self-immunizing subsistence
resisting ecocentric co-entity surrender,
loving,
minding,
tending spacetime's brilliantly synaptic burning bush?

Humane/divine natural/spiritual pilot light
unveils transmillennial regeneration
Be-Longing Redeemers' Cooperative Commune
of economic EarthCommons natural systemic values,
positive psychological ecotherapeutic practice,
humor's common-sense
of double-knotting negatives
recommunion what could not not be,
polynomially double-bound universal fractals,
trigonometrically seasoning spacetimes of logical closure,
unfolding outstretching universal breath
of time and depth,
recreation through double negation.

Have we done
and not done
somethings to tick EarthTribe off
and out?
Untimely decomposing extinction and extraction
of Earth's ulcers and ores
oils and pores
gas and boils and bores,
fissioning our fused Elders
faster than Earth's slow-revolving reintegrative systems,
EarthTribal incarnate pilgrimage
toward globally inclusive cooperation.

I would pursue empty-handed love without death or misanthropic "Other" fear,
peace filling symmetric fore-giving justice
of interdependent, timelessly cointegrative, responsibility,
accounting EarthTribe's collective synergetic intelligence,
regeneratively balancing wisdom
reflected in Black Pearl's Key (0)-Soul Theorem
of Positive/Negative Balancing Community Teleology.

Where lies this devilishly ambidextrous tipping point
TrimTab threshold of tyrannical discovery,
reverse functioning mayhem and decadent dissonance,
moving mercenary competition
toward cooperative mobs of mutual mercy?
Slip-sliding competitive strain and pain,
both up and down,
co-arising back as forth
uncovers (0)-Core balance toward equanimity,
omnipotent equi-valency,
confluence and harmony resolving,
diminishing violent systemic tyranny of sound and sight,
confined by exclusive racing cultural fear,
feelings of sad and angry power and monopolistic might
masticating sadistic nightmares trembling within silent eternal night,
Even these spread spewing meaning's past and purposed future,
meeting mutually greeting NOW.

Who is winning our global competition
for more integrity
with less supremacy
within Self and Other and Earth's ecologic relay racing relationships?
Who is losing?

How do monopolistic habits and judgments
ego-iconic norms,
egocentric, rather than compellingly cooperative eco-centric,
id-entity,
rebirth polycultural Spring thaws
of thermodynamic (0)-sum balance,
Win-Win synergetic loving strategies
and co-passioned principles of eco-normic design?

Where do monopolistic SuperEgo Yang and
coincidentally polyculturing yinyin id-entity
dance and tip their two-step
in perfectly harmonic octaved pitch?

Might this Omega Point 
breathe in and out
Here and Now
Yang convex-eco echoing
within eternally concaving
double-binding
timelessly reverberating
yin?

Double-jointed owls,
graceful friendly challengers
fighting with falcons,
predicted to live together forever within co-passionate flight
through mutually fertile wisdom,
transcending dark's light freedom
nesting trees of regenerating life,
Beloved Regenetic Root Systems
of endosymbiotic evolutionary strings, tendrils
folding and unfolding cultural networking past and future
Here and Now
(0) Tao SuperEco Present
wise and joyful grace of Form Co-Creation.

Like the wise owls
we evolve co-challenges with falcons,
now we are regenerating forever
to fly above and through past ruin,
fly below and reverse-future's radiant rain,
square-rooted prime function
of +P spinning (-)(-) negativity,
fusing what was bi-fissioned
re-naturing global EarthTribe's breathless spirituality.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


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