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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Fire God Speaks Out

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?"

Excuse me,
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,
well,...Zero
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,
self-imposed,
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.
But, yes,
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, 
co-arising cooperatives 
and their diastatic positive-balanced network supportive communities,
co-op poly-enculturation 
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,
interdependent
integrative communality
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 
falls down.
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 safety
and Earth-subsidiary solidarity of DNA/RNA Tribes 
as co-arising love,
ecoconscious CoPresence.

Light my fire?

Light as fire's flaming great transitional time.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Richard Lamoureux | Details |

The girl of light and the fly people

a collaborative work with Alfred Vassalo


The Stars sparkled in her eyes
As light interlaced with her shadow
Causing her to question her senses
Even though she closed her eyes
light continued to seep out

Her brilliance, competed with the sun blazing in the sky
the evening was no longer sheltered by protective darkness
Everything turned backwards in a distortion of time
as she disembarked on yesterday's tomorrow

Dum di dum, dum di dum, dum di dum
The world traveled like an efficient train
From noon to morn, from night to noon
Slower and slower, emphasizing quickened pleasure!

Time was thought to be an unstoppable train 
With shrieking tracks disturbing the ears
there was no one able to disembark
Theirs was a one way ticket stamped with fear
as the conductor grinned with maniacal eyes and yellowed teeth

When one is lonely one must say so
Why did she run away in damned fright??
Is it because she can no longer find refuge in darkness?
She is the breaking of day,  the desolation night!

They close their eyes for a while
To shield extraordinary sights
everything is a toast to indulgence 
Even through closed eyes, she brings them a festival of lights.

They try blocking their ears for a while
To shield all the unbelievable sounds
Laughing, chanting and crys for help
All of the whispering that remains out of bounds.

They wait within their silence for a while
Anticipating that she may speak the lonely truth
Silence stabs with its golden blade
Her light bequesting a fountain of youth.

Voom, voom, Voom voom, Voom voom,
Her carriage moves backwards without stopping
Heart slowing to an imperceptible beat
Twisted limbs lay tired and flopping.

The moon is full,  they think, it is howling
She stands kneeling awaiting the earliness of peace
Hoping it’s not far, for her life is crumbling
They hear the tock ticking of the interfering timepiece.


She sleeps soundly and awakes to total love
Feeling the air entering deeply into her lungs
The time of doubt evaporates with her tears
For now she speaks in tongues.

"My freedom has been formed in a wreath of black roses"
The "fly people" gather around investigating the air
Baize.....Bzizzz.....Bzizzz.....Bzizzz.....Bzizzz.....
They are completely fulfilled with her great and reasonable care.

Blank eyes stare at pictures of a convulsing world
Seeing the mourning sun and the blood red moon
She feels the fire dripping from her eyes and hears their crying
All emotions so vivid come in a time most inopportune.

Published books tells of many stories and facts
Yet who can comprehend paragraphs that don't make sense
Words can't understand the monogamy of hopeful lovers
Squeak....squeak....squeak....as they copulate on an ancient bed!

Heaven cannot be witnessed from the deepest pit of hell
An intrepid life as it is, seemed boring in captivity
Her long awaited heaven has gone moved to another place
While hell came rushing in, handing her a time of insensitivity.

They heard the beasts of burden, heavily loaded in their disgrace
The race horses whipped rapidly to win the race
Galopp....Galopp....Galopp....Galopp....Galopp....
She came last behind all those  who were forgotten without a trace......


Freddie's poem captured my imagination and with his permission,
I have interlaced his words and ideas with my own. Check out his original poem
it is titled "Out of Sight - Hard of Hearing" I'm sure he would appreciate your visit 
and comments.

I have listed the first five stanzas to whet your appetite.


Out of sight - Hard of Hearing

No star has sparkled, not in my eyes
It’s glittering with my heart interlace
Although I have never questioned my senses
I’m quite sure it shines brightly in space.

I know the sun blaze in the sky
With my soul also when it’s dark
Nonetheless all in good time
It will blaze my life disembark.

Dum di dum, dum di dum, dum di dum
The world travels as an efficient train
From morn to noon, from noon to night
Faster and faster muting my whispering pain.

I also know the train comes to a halt
With shrieking tracks disturbing the ears
No one is left on board we all must disembark
This is a one way ticket filled with fears.

When one is lonely one must say so
No need to run away in damned fright
A light bulb only shines in darkness
And daybreak proceeds after night.

.....continued


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Love's Waiting Fire

"The nature of the Authentic [Love] Self is always already spiritually [naturally] motivated, turned on, tuned in, ready to respond to the radical [co-arising] immediacy of now [as LovePresent]. It [love] experiences no fear, no doubt, no hesitation, no procrastination. Your Authentic [EcoLove] Self is always already [elational] inspired and [inductively] spiritually on [full-flow potential empowered integration--diastatic] fire. This is a new manifestation and expression of enlightened awareness." Andrew Cohen, "Evolutionary Enlightenment" (2011)

Awareness of Internal Landscape
as polypathic integrity,
eternally regenerating flame 
of love as light,

AND

Awareness of External Landscape
as polycultural PresentYang 
OVER
CoPresence YinYin,
Earth Goddess of Time
as Tao--EcoSacredSelf
born and yet-borne 
within BiLateral-CoGravitational-Other.

When I cannot recognize kindness as love
within nature,
human or otherwise,
then I cannot experience Love's ReGenerative Time
for human and OtherWise
nondually birthing Earth's CoPresent Time.

I cannot recognize kindness in nature
until I remember this generosity of Ego's incarnate birth,
adventuring through this lifetime,
learning love's flame
from which I came
and within which we each return
to smolder diastatically
atmospherically Earth-bound
together,
regenerative recycling ecosystemic process 
of light's fine-timed fire. 

Love squeezes through anger-cracks and fear-fissures,
leaking kindness and generosity,
gratitude for residency
within this regenerative string
of time from past timelessness
and heading right back into that same positive elational eternity
at threshold of incarnation's demise,
to re-member our already Present-CoPresence of Love
as ProGenitor Eros
as regenetically temporal
bilaterally diastatic Agape
YangUniverse Positive ConVexForm-Event
dipolar implied within
YinIntegrative (-,-) ConCave CoGravitational Flow Function,
counter-timeflow revolutionary power-potential
decompositional polypathic integrity.

All else is anger and fear, combined into
Ego's Negative BiPolar Teachers,
negative Yang guardians 
BusinessAsUsual dominating
YinYin Cognitive-Affective-Temporal
autistic dissonance
between LeftDeductive External Landscape
eco-normative information
and RightInductive Internal Landscape
ecological co-gravitational systemic function
(-/-)
double-binding reverse temporal-neural
aptic/synaptic function and trend flow,
so chronically precessive--
expanding toward future's monocultural overpopulation--
or recessive--
shrinking away from bilateral decay of (-) past anger
and (-) future fear.

We are each
Kindness Outlyers and UnKind Predators,
co-messiahs and EgoCentric Publicans,
but it tremendously helps
when our UnKind Predators
are named and well-governed
AngerPast twinning FutureFear,
listening,
rather than always ranting and dominating Present,
noticing Love Present with PeaceCoPresence,
both aptic and synaptic-elational neural, positive,
rather than continuing to dominate our personal,
internal,
and political, external conversations
and discernment,
our dialectical logos lives of potentially integrative love;
two bicameral voices of LovePeace reasons as positive seasons,
those decomposing moments and events and mindfulness
of listening/noticing and teaching/learning heads
working bicamerally together.

I am continuously reborn
of Earth's atmospheric nutrients 
of time,
perfectly formed to my mindbody,
filling my nose and our noses and lungs
while caressing our exposed skins and hair and feathers,
and eyes and ears,
our TransParent CoPresence,
within as without,
Yang and YinYin Universal atmospheric bicameral time,
folding,
refolding,
unfolding,
prefolding future regenerations
of memory
as EarthTime's CoPresent Loving Kindness.

Earth's Hearts
anticipate Left's deductive-reductive Diamonds,
as ballistically violent Clubs
precessively predict
dipolar balance
with fractal-ballasted Spades
digging up ever more nondual co-arising fuel
feeding Hearts with full-fired Diamonds.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Joseph gaydon | Details |

read this if you care about the world

Read this if you care about the world ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Imprisonment is meant for the sadistic, inhumane acts of evil and destruction of man kind in itself. To be locked away with nothing but your thoughts your wonder and the ever lasting of coming to know whatever sick and twisted individual you maybe rapist murderer,and so on. For punishment it self is some what of different views from the old courthouse hangings in many western films,to the views of inhumanity in it self of human kind for the will of a more white soul to the actions bestowed in the acts of judgment from the electric chair to the lethal injections  of today's world. Today's world is kinda a touchy subject in the eyes of many the many who suffer day to to day in the downward spiral of the american dream we all heard of as children for the idea of a society built from generation to generation . To the rapacious business men of high society living a life of luxury on the flying carpet of inflation rate and the backs of the survival of the common man. For the common is man is the true prisoner for with some complex thinking for the act of thinking is a disappearing art,sad indeed the author speaks these words but in true the common man is imprisoned to the fact of what is he going to do to live? Where is next meal coming from? How will he provide for his family? For in today's world your rich or your poor. For the middle class is extinction all in it self. For does any one ask where does the money go? For our society among est it self is build on generations of generations of paying in and paying in. Yet we our the most broke now then we have ever been a phenom in it self correct? Hmm in my views of personal matters a country who imports then it exports will never make a dollar simple as supply and demand we have no supply so we have no demand. Still our system is build on thousands trying to pull the wool over eyes of thousands over and over again. The same dollars taxed many many times over  for just to print money with no value behind it is just bad business with it self. For our for fathers believed in the all mighty act of trade and barter shocking right? Makes you ask why we abandon the ways of the past? For to advance in a forward direction in the grand sceem of things is a great and wonderful thing but to fix something that is not broken and to stray away from the guidelines set by the founders of the nation is another, in a sense go slap your grandma is the mouth and now think about America. For i am not writing with the answer to these troubles for i am sure we all have our own solutions for i am writing in a sense to awaken. For america is the land of free right?, still we move closer to communism every day. Every day more and more decisions are made for the future of you me and future generations still we the people are never informed for you vote is nothing in a dirty system money is the vote for love makes the world go around but money greases the wheels. For we are country who will log on to Facebook to see what were going to be concern today anything from drug testing for welfare to the rebel flag to gay marriage. Education is a powerful tool thinking is powerful tool minumplation is the most powerful tool for many brains are zombie each day still all i ask is you to think and think for the next voice you encourage could be the one we need to put common sense back in the world and make a country for the people by the people like it was intended to be for i did not touch on all the matters and one would spend a life time writing but something must give in the world we face the world we live and the world we all once knew in generations past as a land of jobs and chances at a living and not being held town by people who dont want you to advance your education

Copyright © Joseph gaydon | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by jalani jenkins | Details |

im back

Stand back 
Here comes the hurricane
The storm is worst then a earthquake 
Ima gas planet like Jupiter & saturn
Sufficication no life just toxic gas 
Blow u to pieces 
It's so interesting 
Reachin for me is like reachin the stars in the solor system
U'll never get to me son
Think twice before u wanna try me
The size of Tyson
Gorilla in the mountin
I dominate this with out fear
I'm better then most u hear
Hate the truth 
I don't give a ****
I'm not the type to smile about *****
I'm smart I osverb the poetry,biology,philosophy,history & literature 
I mind **** so many people
It's like a video game I'm playing with my brain
I go off like I'm on speed
I'm so crazy in the brain 
I can't stay normal
I puff good green 
To keep my head good 
Most of ya wack 
Ya fake take the make up off
I'll spray u with the hose proudly 
Ima problem child 
No one can touch me
U couldn't be me if u took Notes & did research
Ya talk too much like ya was the broadcasters on the news
I'm far from the sun
But I have a heated temper
The flame I leave on the mic it can't be out out 
Call the fire department
It ain't gonna do any good
The savage poet on the loose
Taking mc's out 
Eating em out like oral sex
As long it don't stink ima eat u out the frame 
Ya like on the breakfast menu
Put u in the cementary 
U forgot I'm the grave digger
I dig graves for fun
Most of ya dig ya own graves
Talking about money cars & hoes
It's annoying 
Its having a Knat in ya ear while u sleep
Ya niggas stupid most of ya belong in special ed
The graves I dug
I show no remorse
I'll continue I'm iller then a bad cold
Cough it up u like swallowed hair
Inhale the good *****
Never the doo doo type
U style is lame u sad go to the circus 
Marry the beard lady
U envy me like the rest
I'm slick 
I can scoop a lesbian turn that ***** inside out 
Niggas hate on me I know they don't like me
Ya niggas are ugly it's like u got scraped with a fork 
Sit down 
Watch the king at his best 
I can take many sittin on the throne that's how ill I am
Take em out no competition 
Booyaka it's gettin real 
It's scary the nightmare on elm street
Coming for u in ur dreams 
**** Freddy Krueger 
I'm the true grim reaper when it come to takin souls
Take u out Ur misery 
U a kid in a growns mans world
Ur breath smells like ass & fish 
Take the mic from ya ur skills is dry 
Buy a toothbrush mouthwash and a pack of gum
I'll put u in the graveyard
Dig ur grave 
Dress u up with ur hands crossed with ur eyes open
Ain't it terrifying 
Sign my name on ur casket
Put u in the dirt put u 6ft under
Ur gone ur forgotten
Goodnight sleep in piss *****
Wack niggas wanna be down with the j
But my circle is small 
Sometimes I don't roll with em
Ya Niggas closet fags
Stay on my dick keeping my name in ya mouth why
What ya in love 
**** off i ain't into that 
Going off like I was in Vietnam fighting Vietcong 
Beating my chest like King Kong before he fought the t-Rex
I'll kill ya lawyers
U soft u wouldn't hurt a fly
U talk a good game 
U a motor mouth
****ing with me
Ima cobra ima spit venom right at u
Watch u shake screamin louder then a chick
Goons always got em on dial 
Bloods 
Crips 
Latin kings don't get it ****ed up
I'm nasty as a mold growing in a corner in a bathroom(eww)
**** that 
Worse then a bushy pussy with a fowl smell(gasp)
What's gets worst then that
I can think of many 
My mind is like a computer 
The power is on
I'm full of energy 
I said enough I feel I'm done
Adios I'm ghost I killed it enough

Copyright © jalani jenkins | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Spenser Jones | Details |

LOVE POEM MEDLEY PART 2

Sometimes everything seems fake to me, and I am so tired of people acting like they remember what love is. 
Everyone says it. 
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” 
No words are more meaningful to me when sailing from the lips of a true friend or a kindred spirit, but the rest of you have to be careful where you point those syllables 
because that’s like taking the closest thing to

 the Lord’s name that I ever understood
in vain. 
I was walking back from the gas station a few weeks ago and some girl I didn’t even know looked at me and said it. 
Her lip gloss opening and closing like some kind of sea creature fishing for plankton, and I just happened to be the nearest thing drifting past.
“Love you!”, like it was hello. 
Now I have just one question
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN” 
You have no idea what I am. 
My smile’s like this because my parents had the money. 
My eyes are not the windows to my soul. 
They don’t mean jack except for genetics that I had no control over, and what my mother ate when I was in utero. 
That’s like acting like my poetry is who I am. 
Like how myelinated the neurons in my linguistics center 
I can feel the right to decide that I am more or less, valuable. 
It happened again earlier too.
I was sitting on the greyhound back home, having a conversation with a girl with guys all around her like fire ants with their mating tubes out. All of them with ink, piercings, and sizing me up 
because my six-foot-four stature could not speak for itself.
I’d like to think we talked about something more important than my assets and destination, but as she turned to disappear out of the bus with her escorts, she cast the three words back on me
like throwing a fishing line on the off chance something might bite,
“I love ya.”
….what in the world. 
After this, I think of the only one whose words held their weight. 
I don’t mean no harshness, 
but if I could go back in time and have half the balls my poetry does, I’d take you aside, and tell you something you wouldn’t understand. Something like, “BAM! I am a tulip field on fire at sunset.” 
Something like, “My shirt, is from the Goodwill.” 
Something like, “You’re telling me Christ could have saved the world with His cheekbones?”
“You’re telling me I’m viable and worth a few minutes of your attention?”
“You’re telling me tall, black, and attractive is what’s in this century?” 
But let me tell you.
You don’t have any idea of the size of the planets you’re saying you want to try and swallow when you say those words to me. 
I’ve been waiting to be able to hear, feel, taste, smell, and know those words for too long. You have to mean them to say them. 
But you see, I was a philosopher before I was a poet, so I have to take that back and reflect it on myself. 
The truth is, I’m so confused that sometimes, I don’t know which end my head is at.

Poetry flies in my eyeballs that should never make it past my lips, but I’m getting tired of trying to impress people. 
In this past month, I’ve been day dreaming about the girl smiling at me and it meaning more than
“You look like you got good genetics”
Or
“Could I please date your self esteem?”
I’ve been day dreaming of the girl who reminded me of what those three words are supposed to mean. 
Like when my acne came back, and you told me not to scratch at a handsome face.
“I love you.”
Like when my poetry departs, and all I can do is ramble things too big for my head. 
“I love you.” 
Like when I didn’t feel like just a romantic stereo type anymore. 
“I love you.” 
What those words meant to me, before I made the world make them less.

Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Dr.Ram Mehta | Details |

Pyramus-Thisbe - a selfless love-W

Pyramus was the handsome young man
Thisbe the fair maiden of Babylon.
The houses of their parents did adjoin 
Neighborhood brought the two in relation.
And the acquaintance ripened into love
And the fire within them burnt with bright glow.
Would have married, but their parents forbid
Ardor in hearts of both they couldn’t forbid
They did converse by signs, one can think of
The fire within them burnt like glow covered
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.

They found crack in wall that parted the houses
In spared passage for tender messages
Caused by fault in the wall of the mansion
What will not love find for satisfaction!
They passed the tender messages of love
As the night fell they said farewell with awe
Moving backward and forward through the gap
She on her side, he on his, kissed the gap.
One morn the sun put out the stars above
From the watchful eyes, they tried to slip up
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.

Then Thisbe stole forth as agreed upon
Unobserved, her head covered with a veil
Out of city’s bounds edifice well known
Waited for Pyramus near a fountain trail.
In the dim light she descried a lioness
Nearing the fountain with blood reeking jaws
With a recent slaughter to slake her thirst.
She fled dropping her veil out of fright.
After quenching thirst turned back for her cove
Renting the veil in bloody mouth on her retreat
But Venus won’t always befriend true love.

Having delayed Pyramus arrived there
Saw footsteps of the lioness in the sand
And found the veil all bloody over there
Crying picked up the rent veil in his hand.
Thought himself to be the cause of her death
Covering the veil with kiss and with tear
And said, come ye lioness tear with your teeth
Let my blood also shall stain your texture.
He plunged sword into his heart with a shove
Blood spurted, tingling the tree with red color
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.

Thisbe stepped out not to disappoint him
She noticed the change in the tree’s color
In the agonies of death she saw him.
A shudder ran as ripple in still water.
She saw her veil and his scabbard empty.
He has slain himself for her sake only.
She said, “I could be brave and follow thee
Death alone couldn’t prevent my joining thee
Love and death join us, one tomb be our grove”
She plunged the sword in her breast near the tree
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.

Envoi 
Such tale of the self-less love presented
The two bodies in one tomb were buried 
Pyramus-Thisbe tale our hearts do move
Berries serve memorials of their blood
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.


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Dr. Ram Mehta
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**Chant royal [shahn rwa-yal], 
A French verse form normally consisting of five stanzas of eleven 10-syllable lines 
rhyming ababccddede, followed by an envoi (or half-stanza) rhyming ddede. The last 
line of the first stanza is repeated as a refrain at the end of the succeeding stanzas and 
of the envoi. The pattern is similar to that of the ballade, but even more demanding. 88

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2011

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Sensual Hearts and Wilted Flowers

You're the flame around my heart,
am I still your smile
when we're apart?

As you leave your flame flares up,
but when I look into your face,
I miss your lack of smiling place.

If you're my fire
where were you before my first flame?
What were you before in me?

After your last flame
returns from where it came
what remains but primal memory?

Although our flames elapse and change,
consume and exhale in recessed waves,
are you this same fire
from first consuming flame
through our last expiring rest?

Other than your warm body
of Earth's wavey-rational co-gravitation,
how are we not the same fire
I watched expire last night?

How do fire storms and tsunami,
earthquakes with family landslides,
measure life's self-reflective Time?

Our flame of hearts
hide co-viral souls
all the same
in some primal ways,
yet more interested in our difference
through other times and sacred places.

Heartflow space
as nature's species
emerging fertile trends
with despairing ends,
encultured Trees of Life
as discultured Root Systems of DeComposing Death,
inducing memories of good flame health
interrupted by time's double-present boundary,
pathology of absent loss of breath.

Is this how our flame of love
is sacredly Sun's same zero-Soul?
yet mundane nature's
more uniquely DNA identified
absence of warm love
and peaceful pastures?

Flames co-arise up and down
to up and out evolve again
another day of shared reiterative memory,
another season,
another moment,
another spacetime advent toward
regeneculturing well-fired outcomes
of prime temporal co-relations,
Yang political-flame emergent hearts,
as YinYin co-rising-gravitating economics
of fire's all-consuming productive flow,
(0)-soul bicameral permaculture,
healthy well-balanced compost,
slow-burning nutrients of air and soil,
mixing internal neuronic-neutronic DNA-treated-water
baptizing RNA-bleated breaths
of inhaling/exhaling Sun greets Earth ecology.

Wavey flames with nutrient fuel
form co-arising hearts,
Prime Relationships
so zero-centric strong
mere zen-dipolar intent
raises Yang's full-power flame
with YinYin fertile balanced flow,
WinWin CoRelational Balancing
zippy hearts against wilting flowers,
YangUracil's optimizing CQI health-trend
regenerating midway fire. 

Your flame inhales and exhales
smiling DNA Yang,
reversing notnot smiling-aptic-trend LoseLose,
my ecofertile flow fuels spirit flames,
sensual breaths,
co-empathic smiles
toward RNA equivalent tempered WinWin Balance,
co-gravitating flames Right-ebb
as Left Positive Psychology flow 
of co-arising dialectic health
(0)Rigin as (0)Mega OrthoPraxis,
cooperative bicameral health of flames
love to smell and grow together.

You're the flame around my bicameral heart,
am I still your bilaterally co-gravitating smile,
when we're apart?

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Fire's Fertile Advent

We are fire.
We fire.
We consume and produce warm memories,
and colder dissonance.
Where were we before first flicker of flame?
What were we before our time?

After our last flame expires
is our dialectal distinction
now extinction?
Or this same where of form
and what of function
now revisiting a continuous ribbon of warm identity?

Although flames leap to change,
consume and exhale into recessive waves,
are we this same fire
from first consuming flaming entity
through last expiring rest?

Other than our spacetime frame
of universal wavey-rational
co-gravitational
places as spaces,
how are we not the same fire
I watched expire last night
as moonlight folded ecoconsciousness inside out?

How do we,
as fires and tornadoes,
tsunamis and hurricanes,
earthquakes and landslides,
parasitic over-populations and monotonously prolific weed patches
measure life's self-identifying climate,
double-binding, neither past nor future,
Time?

Are fires and aggressive viruses
all the same
in some ways,
yet different,
in other times and places?
Geometric spaces and organic chemistry of species,
with other political-economic ways and means,
toward emergent cooperative trends,
or more despairing ends,
monocultured Trees of Life and Death commingling
Reverse-Tree Inductive 
PolyCulturing
GoodHealthWin-Investment v. EvilDoubleBoundaryPathology-Risk.

Is this how our flame of life
is sacredly our same
yet secularly
deductively
more sedately domesticatedly academy-certified
more uniquely identified and labeled?
And sometimes even hatched without regenerative seeds,
a collectively-spreading history-ectomy
denying Time's future generation.

Flames co-arise toward healthy balance
of eco-progenitive cooperative continuation trends,
and yet co-gravitate up and down to up and out evolve again
another day,
another season,
another breath,
another spaciating Advent toward
regenerate multisystem PolyCultural
Prime Relationship
of Yang political emergence
as YinYin co-arising/co-gravitating
Zero-Soul Bicameral Permaculture
as ReGenerative Teleology of Interior/Exterior EcoSystems.

All firing incarnate lives
are for and from each Other
just as all flowing functions
ebb toward embryonic recession
to flow-emerge BiLateral ReGeneration
worshiped by each holy-holonic cell
as RNA-Icon, ionic, bionic
temporal-syntax memory of life as synaptic/aptic Time.

Wavey flames with fuel
form co-arising ecosystemic
Prime Relationship
(0)-centric
ZenCentered dipolar co-gravitating interest
between Yang full-power form
and YinYin fertile flowing function
of double-binding eco-therapeutic
RNA iconic
AnthroCentric ironic
InFormation/ExFormation N(NP),
Cytosine BiCameral-DoubleBinary,
Win-Win Correlational Balance.

We are revolution's soaring fire
of FusingFlame PreGenitors.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Marek Stryker | Details |

Chicago's Sin

Another body dropped as the evil ran through the night 
He was on a spree to start a war 
The screams blistered the silence 
As the metal hit the floor, 
As the metal hit the floor. 

Red and blue blind the darkness 
The sirens piercing the hidden and fleeing 
Feet splashing in rhythm 
Their breathing turning ragged, 
Their breathing turning ragged. 

T.V.’s light up with another face 
Another cell grows crowded tonight 
Never a smile always a frown 
The bail isn’t ever going down, 
The bail isn’t ever going down. 

Phones ring like a symphony 
The room is filling up and draining out 
New and old faces enter with disgust 
Crying and yelling is all too familiar, 
Crying and yelling is all too familiar. 

Jailed and killed is never a shock 
Growing crime is always ends in a record breaker 
The defenders of the city never sleep 
More evil is always lurking within, 
More evil is always lurking within. 

The innocents and guilty are no longer separated 
Heads looking over shoulders at every street corner 
From the alleys to the roofs 
A trigger is pulled and a man has shot, 
A trigger has pulled and a man has shot. 

The beginning could be the end 
The young dying younger 
Pounds of sin infect the mind 
The parents spend and their children suffer, 
The parents spend and their children suffer. 

Silent night is all but a myth 
For sirens, shots, and screams invade the midnight 
Those soundly sleeping leave both eyes open 
An intruder knocks at the bedroom door, 
An intruder knocks at the bedroom door. 

The black of night shadows the filth and carnage 
The sun shining brightly, 
Spotlighting the aftermath 
Clean up is ignored and the nightmare pushed aside, 
Clean up is ignored and the nightmare pushed aside. 

Through the city a flame ignites 
The sky filled with many chills and frights 
Angels take the sinless away 
The demons and criminals come out and play, 
The demons and criminals come out and play. 

Time dances by as it glances near and far 
Storms bring more destruction all around 
The flames rage on like a burning chariot 
So many men, women, and children who need to be found, 
So many men, women, and children who need to be found. 

Years go by and it’s all the same. 
Goodbye to the days, weeks, months, and years 
They smile their last smiles 
It’s nothing but a lie to cover up the pain, 
It’s nothing but a lie to cover up the pain. 

Down go the buildings as they fall 
Bomb after bomb, the villains wicked song 
Just another incident 
Who cares just walk by, 
Who cares just walk by. 

This is the life of all who live 
In a city known for its extraneous crime 
Where every cent is stolen, penny and dime 
Those who fear are just brand new 
The slaughter takes some getting used to, 
The slaughter takes some getting used to. 

Copyright © Marek Stryker | Year Posted 2016

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