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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Life BeLoving DualDark Night

Some days and nights I am terrorized by death, cold silo ache-echoing fear, claustrophobic breathless dark barking inevitable factness and finality of my decomposing mortality, and posthumous demise, probably post-humorous as well, should we discover any essential difference. What good is death if it cannot at least absorb timeless entertainment? Hopefully, even some recreational opportunities with their concomitant issues soaring through our DNA-syntaxed CO-OPERATE tissues. On better days and nights I am merely fearful that I am already dying by not choosing to live fully. For my terrorist days and nightmares, a message from Yin Speaks her feminist Truth, I have earned my sadness and depression, my badness concomitants gifts of Fear, more primordial than mere anthrocentric Anger about vanities of power. I have earned my rights of anger about this existential predicament, this issue about our own inevitable mindbody mortality, this opportunity to stretch my love of life cooperative muscles for myself, just as I am, incarnating all our sadness and depression with all our competing terrors and climatic-dissonance repressions of love-centric health PreMillennially suboptimizing as LeftBrain deductive-only Yang temporal-syntax dominant regenerative DNA-monocultural-normative trend Settling, when we could choose more sublime poli-eco-colored Times and Gods and Goddesses of choice as ecoconscious light Right PolyNomial Sacred Space as Time Her DualSelf. Outlined in NotNot = LoseLose EcoSystemic Devolution reverse dialectic-temporal WinWin CounterRevolution, EcoLogic, YinYin PermaMythic Tao’s wu wei, ++/(-,-) prime fractal Yang OVER YinYin, CoOperative-ReGenerating TransParent DualDark SelfOptimizing Continuous Quality Improvement Trends predicting tellus polyvegetasty-rhythms, reiterating river-trees of bilateral-neural function. Well, anyway, more about that whole PostMillennial History of Time of eco-evolution as reverse double-bound revolution co-gravitating equivalent dipolarity, later, or earlier, depending on whether we are already looking into my future bicameral time travels with Yang’s pen and right hand dominant language, or not so much feelin’ that in your (0)-centric sad and suffering heart of perpetual loneliness and loss of hopefilled purpose. But, back to politically competitive oppression and our economic dis-ecological cognitive dissonance about our self and other and Earth repression of cooperative, and yet surprisingly Trinitarian, triple-bottom WinWin Line, healthy economic/ecologic opportunities. When I’m sad and depressed, feeling repressed and or repressed, that’s because I am not crazy in a too-Yang dominant-deductive consciousness now co-arising emergent political-economic global networks of cooperative opportunities co-echoing-conscious health and therapy vocations bicamerally DNA with dipolar RNA syntax confluent tipping our two eyes and ears to hunt optimal mainframe WinWin Health and Safety and Equity CQI Outcomes, new notnot impossibilities of hope, empowered by divesting, starving, decomposing LoseLose Devolution MonoCultural Political-Fat dissonantly, yet transparently, dipolar, OverDrafting Earth’s EcoNormic Balance, defined as love of health outcomes equitable to full DNA/RNA spectrum of polycultured life. It’s hard to hunt this bicameral balance when my well-earned sadness about self and other depression oppressive repression, stress of chronic dissonance sparking global autistic-overpopulation DNA-dissonating ecto/endo symbiotic co-empathic political and economic feedback messages It’s time to turn increasing DNA rabidity around to find more cooperative and grace-filled WinWin healthy gifts and eco-normic opportunities. It’s time to find each other and give full-voiced co-empathic hope. Hearing voices may be less crazy and more polypathically functional than not listening to our own voices of permacultural and ecological healthy-reasons for our seasons of sadness and gladness as LoseLose AND WinWin as losing to win ecosystemic “healthy” balance for Earth, and therefore RNA, and therefore DNA’s further, more cooperative and graceful kinda’ endosymbiotic positive-trending WinWin, Both-And dialectic-dipolar continuously reiterative positive Beloved Conversations, choosing both Internal with External EcoCentric Voices. Speaking of ecocentric, Richard Dawkins speaks in my dominant Left mindbody voice investing systemic, bionic, robotic analogies for our shared exegetical consciousness of evolutionary survival as anthro-logically required, and, if not continuing evolution, then how would a robot trend climatic devolution? And, should that become anything to do with LoseLose hierarchical-monocultural, mutual-competitive, so that each EgoPlayer must choose either Win or Lose and is prohibited by Ego’s bicamerally self-blinding restraint, repression, sadness, suffering LeftBrain dominant environmental nurture, temporarily blind to double-binding regenerative resonant resolutions ubiquitously copresent in fractal and double-octave functions and frequencies of light as energy and sound and feeling and taste and touch… to always prefer choosing Win-to-CoWin, regenerating-revolving EcoRNA/DNA confluently double-bound (0)-soul centric political with economic and rational Left-Right bicameral balancing love as synergetic life. When my mindbody will let me choose more self-with-other, both-and, Win-Win wu wei life, that is choosing empathic love, so it helps to always try to choose it, one CoPresent Conscious Moment within timelessly unfolding grace of Time.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Neldy Jolo | Details |

THE CRAFT CAN CAPTURE IT

Oh well I got an angry email to begin my day
Because of my last post on the Jabidah thing yesterday
Galit sa akin but greeted me with Assalamu alaykum.
And kung personal Moro friends ko naman ito 
They know I don't criticize Moro leaders
I always leave that to them to criticize their leaders
According to my friends baka nasa gubyerno or something
Next time I'll write na lang about the sea and the palm trees and the beaches 

Pray and pray nalang para walang provocation
ako nga ang daming nag-message sa akin nagalit sa issue ng Sabah standoff
Ikaw pa kaya na wala namanng masama na sinabi dun
Alam mo ‘buti na lang you verbalized that kasi iniisip ko rin ‘yun
I know you have reasons and you know better kaya; I just read your posts
I don’t have to go against parties kasi both have rights
And the issue must be solved

Wala, kasi sa akin kundi independence lamang ang kailangan
May ganyan din kasing realities? 
Minsan you are being asked or expected to take sides
Yes, my side is peace – with peace is independence
Yes, I heard that sa dating Jabidah Massacre celebration
Somebody said that, “Walang kapayapaan kasi walang kalayaan”
And that is very universal, kapatid.

Moro or non-Moro and writing should always geared towards humanity
That’s why for me it “anti-humanity” if you will not listen 
Or suppress when somebody will talk about freedom.
That’s the problem with Filipinos, they don't listen.
Kasi the leaders may sarili ring interests.

How do you see being Filipino?
Ako, it's a cage, Filipino nationalism 
Agenda ng mga oligarchs and landowners 
Filipino nationalism is violence against Muslims and lumads
Kasi ‘pag ako ang tatanunginmo I will never say I am Filipino
Because Tausug it’s not a name but an identity...
I understand but kaunti na lang kayo

Ako sasabihin ko na I am a Filipino but I have reservations
When I was a teenager hindi ako tumatayo ‘pag Lupang Hinirang
ngayon tumatayo na kasi napapaaway ang mga kasama ko sa sinehan
Yes and identity should be critically assessed and examined.
Kaya if they say Filipino ang mga Tausug masakit sa aking loob
But not all, kapatid. try mo pumunta sa Manila
Yung mga Moro na malalapit sa mga institusyon ng Pilipinas
Bakit iba ang Moro at ibang ang Tausug
kaya sila naging Moro at masaya na tawaging Moro 

May identity na naiiba sa Filipino
Pinag-aaralan ko rin yan and ino-observe ‘yung pag-yield sa 'Filipino'
‘Will give Filipinos a disservice
Because it is tantamount to be an accomplice to a corrupt system
And this system is the one that oppresses Muslims
At alam natin ang Tausug di lamang taga-Sulu
Pati Bisayan, Tausug din

As much as possible I am trying to make my writings 'away' 
Away from Filipino nationalism
That's the right way for me and my writing
I will ask first, “How it is to be human?” 
At super last na ang, “How to be a Filipino” 
And the Bangsamoro struggle is the greatest critique to the violence
And failures of Filipino nationalism

Ang problema kasi kaya di successful ang Bangsamoro struggle
Dahil nagdadala sila ng pangalan na di naman originally sa kanila
How come ang pangalan ko ay Abdul sa rights
Gagamitn ko ang Juan para sa aking bayan?
Kaya war of ideas ito and alam mo naman sa akin, ‘pag ideas 
And perspectives walang kompromiso and peace talks 

I do not compromise my language, my craft and myself, my writing
Filipino is an imagined nation, as well as Bangsamoro
Bakit di natin magamit ang orignal nation natin 
Na based sa Sulu archipelago and Mindanao
Yes, actually diyan ako papunta - papunta

Bakit hindi i-Bangsamoro-ized ang buong Filipinas?
It doesn’t mean na i-convert ang Pilipinas 
But the spirit, the struggle it should mean something to Filipinos
It should kasi ang dami na nagbuwis ng buhay
Kaya ko pa na tanggapin kung Maharlika

‘Yan ang gusto kong ma-achieve: Filipinos should listen to Moros
Siyempre marami pang madidiscover along the way
Indeed. Ikaw ba ‘pag sasabahin ko na ‘Tausug’ ano ang maiisip mo?
Tausug is Moro and Moro for me is something that predates 'Filipino'
But now, I would like to know the concept of “Lupah Sug”
I want to know it, I think there are more and beyond Moro on it

Before ‘Moro’ was named to Mindanao and Sulu people
It was first name to Aceh people, Melaka, Brunei and then Manila
Sulu and Mindanao were the last places to have been called the name ‘Moro’
Sulu archipelago was united under the name Sulu archipelago 
The name of people is Tausug. 
Tausug is composed of different ethnics:
Arab, Banjar, Dampuan, Buranun etcetera.
The concept of Sulu as part of dar al islam 
Is already a nation and state 
Where the government is the people and itself headed by sultan or raja

Yes, and I would like to feel this from the ordinary Tausugs when I get there
I would like to experience this from ordinary Tausug and on from place itself.
In the hinterland of Jolo, their laws still on the ground not of Philippine law

I believe in narratives
I want to hear and feel this from the place and from the people.
And then capture it; I have these thoughts 
That Lupah Sug has something that the Moro concept does not have
And it’s a bit metaphysical but sige lang.

I know my craft can capture it.
I think there is a language that can capture it 
And specific craft that can carry its soul
Not fictionalize but put it in a form like a novel or a narrative
Which have their own logic and truths as crafts.






This poem is made after the conversation and sharing with Filipino writer Rogelio Braga who also serves as the editor of the poem. He is currently in Mindanao, travelling and writing; he will then proceed to Sulu Archipelago soon. 2:28PM, 19 March 2013, Facebook Chat across Sulu Sea!

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Straining Together

Our cognitive and emotional struggles against dissonance of all varieties,
and struggles for more love and consciousness and health
work better as decompositions laid out between Ego and Eco,
as cooperative nondual co-arising partners,
Left and Right MindBody
of one Tao (0)-Centric Soul identity
with interior landscape of primally inter-relational diastatic dipolarity,
a sensory-rich neural DNA/RNA encrypted-implied replication

and by "implied", perhaps with David Bohm and Bucky Fuller,
precessively stretching toward WinWin reiterative balance

living in and as an embryonic ecosystem
with universal open-set group-4D,
reverse-hierarchical Win choice-making
toward most fully abundant resonant resolutions.

EgoLeft, new AnthroKid within Earth's Elder RNA Tribes, 
was never intended to dominate struggle between EgoSelf
and SuperegoGod,
much less a competitive struggle to collaterally reiterate
cooperative polycultural outcomes 
mutually reinvested 
within all Earth's RNA/DNA ReGenerate Scripture Stories,

RNA's natural evolutionary hope to predict light v dark,
warm v cold,
as ++WinWin v (-,-)LoseLose
fractal-dialectic dipolar electromagnetic balance
to optimize multiregenerational folds,
unfolds,
refolds,
and more revolutionary trending
pre-empathic PreFold PolyPathic Primal Relationship
ecometrics of 4D Information Systemic Time
speciating as spaciating, flowing functions
branching and rooting
in ++/(-,-) Trees of regenerative information,
past identity AND memory future imaginative-empathic strings,
back and forward,
time's bilateral eco-selfconscious intentionality,
and NOW eco-therapeutic diapraxis.

This is our shared bicameral cooperative,
our Bodhisattva Warrior Occupation,
our Earth's RNA/DNA Common Rights
to revolution-balanced as reiterative-balancing
EgoLeft/EcoRight CoPresence,
redundantly Self/Other empathic co-conscious,
balancing polypathic +,+,
deductive AND implied-inductive co-function,
with yin-squared (-,-)
as WinWin 0-soul group theory
concerning ecosystems and their dynamic 4D equivalency
within time's bilateral and bicamerally incarnated
neural-temporal articulation
AND
Time's binomial dipolar 0-centric
double-bindary () equivalency
of Qbit double-fractal octaves harmonizing closed-set octaves
ionic and iconically reminiscent of RNA's interior landscape
as also dialectic-function-fractal and dipolar-equivating
self-optimizing toward Continuous Quality Improvement
Health and Safety ReGenerative
CoOperative DoublyDense,
yet TransParent,
Original Intent.

Warriors for, with, as, by
time's bilaterally regenerating health and safety
RNA-syntaxed EarthDesigner's CoAgenda,
which, for me,
speaks in dialects of PostMillennial Tao-TimeZeroism.

Our shared Warrior and Occupier struggle,
as individuals,
as DNA Tribal Sacred Holons,
as parents with positive and negative intentions
and co-mentoring practices internal as externally intended,
as economists with health and pathologically competitive intentions
and co-mentoring acquisitional transactions and habits,
commodification addictions,
cooperatively healthy eco-emergence
yet fear of future internal and external mindbody market failures,
anger about past internal and external losses,
but also love for nutritional full-sensory
deductive/inductive nondual co-arising health
as Self+Other+Earth co-optimizing WinWinWin wealth.

Economic CoOccupier leaders lead toward cooperative,
mutual-subsidiarity as WinWin equity
0-interest sum-total balance of play options
within one ecosystemic life's abundant and beloved
and perennially climaxing every summer
full-octave revolving repurposing
regenerative love-life value.

CoOperative Political Warriors begin to see
how one thought leads toward another,
both-and another paradigm,
and another polycultural evolutionary health-paradigm,
and a polypathic eco-normic bicameral full-fractal WinWin
4D bionic networking 0-soul naturally webbing paradigm
within Time's self-reflective
co-informing
wise and healthy
permacultural eco-intelligent CoPresent.

We could not find each other
without this globally permacultural language
accessible to all,
and reasonably assured of discerning
which choices tend more positive-therapeutic MidWay,
as those which are also double-negative co-pathological
decomposing trend-lines pointing up
toward revolutionary refolding of status quo suboptimization frames
within Time's historic languaged culture.

There can be no true and honest and logical,
rational dichotomy between individual
and Anthrocentric
and Earth's ecotherapeutic rights
to abundantly celebrate equivalent freedom
to cooperative regenerative multicultural health,
with freedom from DNA-languaged past anger
about wealthy-ego-loss mindbody
as freedom from future-fear
about wealthy-ego-loss design
of this mindbody's 0-centric CoPresent
timeless mortality.

Each and every bicameral ego-holonic life begins
with 0-soul intention toward political and economic cooperative diapraxis
through communication
developing communal intention through ++/(-,-) syntax default,
and it is with this same sacred-holonic CoPresence,
paradise-attentive balance
that we re-enter our eco-conscious diastasis
TransParent network
regenerating square-rooting fractals
implying timeless CoPresence,
when not decomposing more like a Beehive Nest,
drowsy with all that luscious warm honey,
hibernating through winter's dreamy rest
toward timeless co-elation.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Debbie Guzzi | Details |

A Crown of Thorns

1
Insanity has its own wellspring and demise.
There is no better place to hide than between coils
of convoluted grey-white matter which can't recoil.
Mind has no leering lips to scorn or show surprise 
as ungoverned, the ancient demon-dancers rise.
The traitorous bits, which cut with Brutus’ red fang,
have no regard for the womb from which they sprang.
They seek dominion; they care not for your cries.
Crazed, their freedom paid for on the rack, how they sang
of anything, of windigos’, and warriors winged 
of fresh flesh beneath a gibbous moon's harangue, 
where those in sanity beneath their blankets cringed.
Night terrors sweat the sheets of the weak, as fear sprang,
a ripened, musky-scent arose from those unhinged.
2
A ripened, musky-scent arose from those unhinged
cloaked in mirrored, morose, magic; the mind a foil,
the heart, the soul, the sunny days, caste down, embroiled; 
destined to languish convulsed in the depth of coil.
Brightness, so dimmed, is lost within a rancid soil,
left to meet horned demons all but unarmed, alone, 
no company except the mirrored self-entombed,
no bliss state, no ripening sweetness to uncoil
a compost heap of bitter memories, atone ...
atone, little mother, well-used wife, wander now,
seeking ever seeking, yet finding no one home,
insanity wakened, waits, patiently endows ... 
empty days and nights, the infrequent sound of om,
cuddling the traitorous bits, shooing brighter dreams roused.
3
Cuddling the traitorous bits, shooing brighter dreams roused,
the teeth of dogged night rise-up, they breed turmoil.
Deep within the sleeping mind of men, sorrows roil.
Abandonment, disloyalty, hatred espoused,
all shriek to the traitor, the night arouses. 
Niggardly night, loath to lose ground within the dome
of blanched white, gray matter, within this skull of bone,
delights in the sorrowful detail night houses.
Insanity licks raw the salted wound entombed, owned.
"What could we be?" the ego cries to he or she.
"What would we be?" the windigo screams but, “alone.”
On, on, they chatter in the carapace, they breed, 
spreading dark matter, for they've no chaperone,
no friend to stay the brutal cousins, so mislead. 

4
No friend to stay the brutal cousins so mislead,
so in darkness, fear and hatred spread on fertile soil.
Yet, self-hatred shields its sharpened claws, as day uncoils
filling the breach with bright creations, dark concedes, 
and dims the room while manic laughter recedes.
A sunrise bows through prism-glass and colors swell
a lighter laughter comes, newborn to dwell.
Hands that once drew only blood, now tune bent reeds                        
of green, blades of springtime grass within the dell;
where larks sing and long lost lovers dare to reunite, 
no mention made of darkness or the depth of hell,
for sanity has cast a lighter stage this night.                       
Daybreak suspends the demon-dance upon the fell,
now, fairies prance in pastures high, and verse delights.
5 
Now, fairies prance in meadows high, and verse delights
her fancy takes a softer turn at his behest,
with buttercups, in a Fairy Ring, they coalesce,
and shine the golden glow beneath a chin of white.
With the talent of a troubadour, love does strum
upon desire's strings the raging beast is culled
as coy love songs and  sweet lullabies emerge from
the hidden depths of mind where sanity is mulled.
With the talent of a troubadour love does strum
upon strings of desire the fearful beasts are culled 
as coy love songs and sweet lullabies emerge from
the stygian depth where her frail sanity is mulled.
How long will harmony dance to love's blissful hum
Will dark's whine wake, disturb, insanity so lulled? 
6 
Will dark's whine wake, disturb, insanity so lulled? 
A scent of jasmine fills the air with swarming gnats.
Her covered ears belay the sound of feral cats
yet, huddled in his sheltering arms, her pain is dulled.
Dulled, but not waylaid, raging, she becomes unglued
She starts to rock, to whimper, and then, cry out- loud
begging for the dev'lish tide to leave, as he vowed,
renting strands of flaxen hair from her small skull.
Torn, he watches as she fades within a shroud,
a witless waif, bedeviled by the harvest moon.
He had to leave; he could not stay beneath this cloud
ever waiting for this, her omnipresent doom.
His love had its limits and yet, he was not proud,
Oh, he could not stay and watch her be consumed.

7

Oh no, he could not stay and watch her be consumed,
to have his pleasant memories of ardor's bloom
be marred by images of her so poorly groomed. 
No, never would he stay to see her be consumed.
One morn he left, his sum was not what she'd presumed. 
And, she sat in the rocker by the door unfazed,
her bowed lips o'er cast and her eyes o'er glazed, 
alive, but not, her nascent sanity entombed.
Death had come, death of the mind, his metal now assayed
he ran from old memories, as each thought enticed.
Their first tryst 'neath jasmine vines vanished in a haze.
Was love's reward, a sweet repast, mania's disguise?
Would true love have held the course where sanity betrayed,
insanity has its own wellspring, and demise.

First Published Five Poetry Magazine 2014


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Ego Speaks for YangYin History

Most everything I learned about the history of evolution
feels colored by Julian Jaynes' theory of language
and culture
and history
and icons of ecological systems and functions,
forms and frequencies,
rhythms and ironic, ionic 
dualdark cosmological bicameral transparency.

This is not something peculiar to Jaynes
or even to DNA-syntaxed cultural Memory,
flowing back to Elder Right MindBody ecoroots
of systemic cooperative therapy and health,
DNA/RNA solidarity 
through mutual political/economic Left/Right bicameral solidarity,
a regeneratives-only need apply globally nutritious revolution.

When I think back
through RNA's original prime relationship,
normative gestalt 
for fractal-seasonal-temporal ecosystemic development,
I see Ego's God of ReGenerating Truth
as both Earth's RNA polyculturally inclusive SunGod,
and Mother's DNA-embryonic 
Open EcoSystemic 
Universal Timeless Folding/UnUnFolding CoGravitating Moment,
incarnating (0)-soul Basic Attendance,
BiCameral EarthDominant Consciousness.

Jaynes presents the emergence of a polypathic puzzle
as Ego's humane/divine balancing vocation,
assigned by RightBrain bilateral-temporal-aptic/synaptic Elder
cousins and plants,
flows and functions,
fractal forms and octave-frequencies
emerging time's bilateral,
four seasoned, four dimensioned, dialectically reasoned,
and logos-languaged,
ecoconsciousness of healthy-confluence v. cognitive-affective dissonance,
chronic temporal stress 
of RNA/DNA solidarity-normed ecotherapy,
Earth's ecosystemic TimePrimed root system
emerging back to BlackHole timeless embryonic AbsentTransParent
(0)Mega Point 
of ReGenerative Revolutionary-Synergetic Origin.

Well, that's the way this LeftBrain dominant Ego
reads Jaynes back through pre-bicameral history,
but could this be a way of seeing
our humane/divine history as decomposing itself,
in reverse of LeftBrain emergent dominance
as PreMillennial EgoAnthroCentric Time
for processing RNA's original regenerative development
cooperative embryonic project,
to emerge Exterior Landscape/Interior Landscape
as Ego/EcoSacredCoPresent Absence
due to incarnational mindbody restraints 
on Open Systemic (0)-soul God/Goddess of Time's
Ego/Eco BiLateral CoArising 
PolyTherapeutic Evolutionary
EcoPresence.

Well, OK,
there are a lot of paradigmatic nests 
in BiCameralYangYin's ecologically emerging nutritious soup.
But, essentially this evolving Ego
suggests to your evolving Ego/Eco
Interior/Exterior co-enculturing health-outcome agenda
that consciousness evolves
because bicameral eco-consciousness co-evolves
through open systemic genetic codex,
restricted solely by harmonic dipolar balance
within (0)-ecotime 
to PostMillennially Transition
back toward Left-Right mutually subsidiary 
political and economic balance.

This EgoLeft dominant adventure
unfolds as Moses leads and develops
and evolves toward Eco-ReGenerative Promise.
EcoConsciousness through Ego's bicameral lenses
develops and evolves DNA/RNA health optimization.

Ego-with-EcoRight evolution is both physical and metaphysical,
both memory and love of regenerative future,
etching synapses 
and aptic-basic PrimeRelationship of DiPolar Solidarity 
deep in ecobiosystems 
of HealthEnculturing CoArising Revolution.

Perhaps Jaynes did not anticipate
what emerges up,
in excess of tipping point equi-valent healthy balance,
invites us to breathe back out again
toward PostMillennial LeftRight BiCameral ReGenerating Balance,
reconnecting with wisdom of Elder Right's SunGod and EarthGoddess
TransParent Regenerators of Heavenly ecosystems 
playing a more PermaCulturally CoOperative
WinWin Solitairity Game 
with DNA/RNA Fractal PrimeTime Presence,
erupting Golden DiPolar SpaceTime 4D CoRelationRatio,
then Golden Diastatic Logos Rules of ReGenerative Systemic Health,
then Golden Elixir of EcoRegenerative Health/Wealth 
Internal/External Landscape co-arising designs and plans,
embryonic developments of self-reiterating MotherEarth,
flying and swimming and surfing 
through SunGod's co-gravitational revolutionary fields
and forms and functional flows 
of primetime Tao co-elation.

In right/left relationship
with both full and absent universal landscape,
each will declare
beloved global cooperative community
as Ego has emerged from this Absent Other
History predicts future
only as each and all so resolve,
and co-resonate,
co-emerge this WinWin advent
of revolutionary EcoSolidarity.

Listening together,
with deductive-dipolar bicameral ears,
then speaking with polypathic dialectical confluence,
then acting more regeneratively healthy and safe
with each DNA/RNA Codex Creation Story,
ending without fear and anger
but absorbing synergetic limitless
timelessly open regenerating 
diastatic-climaxing 
eco-integrity. 

Ego's every transition moment
potential CoPresent culminating NOW
into history's co-gravitating 
reincarnating 
great-transition memory 
of dualdark aptic/resonant-synaptic embryonic Time,
to bless and/or curse dreams and days
of those you will so partially leave behind,
to regenerate as needed 
for healthier compost futures.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Fr Time's Ambiguous Content

Fr. Time, are you a monopolistic universalist?

Yes, but an integratively polycultural universalist.

Are you a Yangian outgoing kinda guy?

Yes, but in an internally YinYin balancing
kind of a moderately outgoing nutritionally healthy communicator
way.
Easy to share Life's co-operative Stage.

Are you really what Alan Watts might think of
as a Prickly defensive Winner?

Yes, but more of a Darwinian Prickly/Goo,
Exterior defensive-recessive,
while Interior inviting dominantly encultured
interdependent ego-favoring
eco-centric default setting
for an emergent evolutionary system.

Hmmm, one of those troubling double-bound default +/(-,-) temporal
ecologistical settings.... So, are you a man?

Mostly, but in a feminist, gay EastmeetsWest encultured kind of way.

Are you a Left-brain dominant overly competitive Republican?

Yes, too often I do gravitate toward that climatically over-populated
hyper-defensive
aggressive anger about past
meets fear of future
political and economic kind of way.
BUT,
on more polyculturally polypathic
cooperatively bicameral
dipolar
enthymematically +/(-,-)balanced
kinds of days,

I can see that both my Republican
anthro-centric excesses
AND
my more Democratic eco-centric normative value development
co-arise
more balanced bicameral function,
frequencies,
communication,
evolution,
incarnation,
grace,
karma as I continue
my slow-grow pilgrimage
toward choosing Earth-therapeutic ego identity
as vocational teleology for humanly-incarnate Time.
Our Golden Rule raison d'etre,
as Yang/YinYin = Self/Other =
LeftPositive/Right-DoubleNegative DNA
(0)-centric syntax language =

+Polynomial spacetime information OVER (-,-) PolyCulturalPathic
so (1) +convex linear space-dimension HEAVEN
OVER
+/-(0) Earthbound balanced co-arising
eco-gravitational dynamic universal-relational consciousness.

Oh,...are you insane?

Only if we cooperatively discern,
and exegetically confirm,
that (0)-centric timeless time,
incarnatiing through our emerging co-arising universe
does not equal +/- c-squared
bicameral enlightenment,
Interior Landscape
as Space=Time-Cubed Convex
OVER Bilateral Concave co-gravitational balance Exterior
[Physical Universe Special Case--B Fuller] Landscape,
EcoLogical Heuristic Left-brain deductive-reductive
Win-Win Gaming Assumption
In-Formation [+Explicate-Deductive Function]
as Universal Network of PolyCultural Integrity Optimization
QBit trend of self-perpetuating regenerative string-PosPos Theorem
= (0)Soul Theorem.

Would it be wrong to think of Fr Time as polypathic?

Yes, Time as "he" is often too monocultural,
eisegetically adventurous,
always out in front of time's surfing bi-ellipticals,
yet retaining primal double-negative QByte octaved,
DNA-fractal-ionic cooperistic
co-penetrative RightBrain dominant inductive
tipping points of way.

What might you prove to be about, Fr. Time?

My neutral standard for establishing probability of Truth
as "Win" for healthy life
resides in this kind of co-arising inductive processing universe
of "notnot correlated" = appositionally dipolar
"Win-Win' default logical programming choice,
until otherwise indicated
by the climatic erasing of species
and Earth's RNA/DNA-syntaxed regenerative systems.

Fr. Time, do you have some kind of outside/inside information/exformation
that you are trying to talk with me about?

Your explicate physical universe's
InFormation
is a positive correlative evolving relationship
which just might be equivalent
to your normatively quantitative and qualitative
political and economic and logical and metric value information
co-arising through my double-negative balancing co-relation,
so that our positive geometric,
digital,
analogical,
ecological,
economic,
political,
and/or personal
id-entity position in "mindspace" is
is Left-Right dipolar bicamerally harmonic,
confluent with DNA/RNA fractal-folding Group Theory Dynamics
and Game Theory binary ex-formational de-compositional instructions
predicting reverse WinWin evolutionary reiterative optimized choice-making.

So, you're just not going to make any sense today at all are you?

You clearly cannot be listening bicamerally to my co-gravitational bilaterality universal dynamic of
when and where and why and how and who
Left-EgoMindNomial = Yang+Polynomial
so too
Right -EcoMindNomial = YinYin (-,-) Polynomial
WinWin eco-normative regenetic balance.

Might just be me, but I think you're still emerging a little too dissonant
to go eco-culturally viral.

That is not new,
yet it is also not good news,
try feeding your Right mindbody more holistic fuel and nutrition,
while starving your Left mindbody of ego- and anthro-centric
overly dominant
over-valued
over-commodified
overly-domesticated,
overly-competitive excess
until tipping into wu wei's grace of interdependent gratitude
for peacefully regenerative justice and ecological balance.

Or, we're running out of time, right?

So ecstatically right on target
toward timeless co-arising ego/eco-conscious balance.

Are you gonna end with an Ohmmmmmmmmmm?

Thank you. We just did.






Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details |

Light On the Devil's Chord -Day 15

When I woke the next day,
He was lying beside me, breathing steadily
I was no longer on the hard, monstrous back of the leviathan
My hands were burned from its horns,
I was laid upon his wings,
Burdened by taunting dreams
Taunting realities

“Today, I shall answer your questions,”
Softly, I arose, confused.
“Questions?”

“Long ago you spoke to me, 
A letter written by your youthful fingers
You addressed me so respectfully,  
Worrying most who beheld such a dedication.”

I remembered the words,
Closing my eyes, turning beside the Prince
“You need not answer now…
The Lord will show Me, 
Has shown me, where your mind lies,
How vain it is to find a softness to your heart
How stark your future reflects upon your sickened mind
I don’t need to know how little I was,
How strong I have become
How weak you make me feel.
All I need to know now is why.”

He hushed me, staring into my eyes.
“Let me answer you, oh sweet, sweet soul…

Long ago, your hesitance to come before me,
Was a burden upon my thumping breast,
Was a heartache for your heated desire
You were but insignificant to me
Whilst I, immersed in abolishing,
Plotted against your brothers and sisters,
And the angels, and God Himself
In your meekness, you lied,
For you have always been in the game
You contended with me every single day you drew breath! 

You considered me jealous of your place,
Of the human, higher than the angels,
Blessed from the start of creation
You declared me passionate for your touch,
In which was not a lie;
From your cries, I soon longed for your impotence
Begged for your secret, sacred belligerence
You claimed yourself humble, innocent
Not worthy of your place your God had granted you

You spoke to me as a gentle mother, cooing her child,
But I was not the child that day as you were
Tears falling from your widened eyes,
Stunned by my power over the earth,
Crushed by my recalcitrant spirit

You said you were poisoned with the truth,
That you could not if you wanted, stand with me
Yet here you are, breathing with me, creating with me,
Seeing my way
The very truth that makes you up so led your heart here
In this birthing age…
Your soul glowing in my abode

My dear, beautiful woman,
You rejected the fate of the ordinary
For you understood my beauty more than any other
You held me up on weak arms,
Shaky, fragile arms,
And my currents strengthened your hold

You never fell that day upon the soil,
Emptied, saddened by the death of your love
You never fell that day, but rose to your new fate
Trusting that I had qualities you have forever wished to gain
You became free from Him,
Only just for a little while

You must allow yourself, slave of truth, oh heart so near,
To accept what is rightfully yours
You have me, the Now
In return, I want you forever…”

Was there sadness in his eyes,
Or was he plotting, his lying tongue waiting
Crouching to pounce upon my life?
Was there sorrow in his posture?
His wings lowered,
His shoulders drooped,
Muscles tense, fighting what I deem tears,
Or was he joyous in these threatening moments? 

“Remember when our lips touched?
How good we felt, the breeze between..
We were stronger then… 
Yet realizing the place He set you in,
Shackles growing in your veins,
Emotions left you, slave,
Righteousness bound you
And you turned me away…”

Rising higher over me, he set his great hand upon my shoulder
“Yet, as I knew,
As I have anticipated,
Even hoped,
You would again return to me
You have chosen to be with me
Even only just for a little while…

See, a little while, is all I need
A little while is all you need
For you to be with me, free.”

He kissed my forehead, slowly,
Immersed in that undying moment
As I stood there rigid and speechless

“Now you have opened my eyes,
You have freed such a flower in me
To realize, that the child you were is gone
You no longer need my answers,
You need my love, 
You need my hand
You have become part of my plan  

Assuredly, I swear,
Just as you have done before,
You will thank me
And we will share in the indulgent fruits of our labor,
Blooming, always blooming”

Note: You don't know how excited I am to post new sections every week. (Yes, this is happening every week now, till I get to day 20, then I am taking a wee break) And I am so grateful for the encouraging comments. I love you guys so much, and thank you for believing in me! Without you, I don't think I would have ever gotten this far really.... For a long, long time, this idea of a series between the Devil and a chosen one of God has been plaguing my mind. The inspiration started blooming after writing “Dear Lucifer” written and posted July 2013. This section (Day 15) is the Devil’s consideration in response to this letter. 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

The Sooner Recruit

Fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan;
And watched thousands of recruits try to make my Sooners Team.
Often, I’ve enviously wondered what it must be like
To be a touted Sooners recruit, living out his dream.

He’d had a great career through high school;
Made good grades, was a football star, played baseball too.
Coach said college recruiters were watching closely;
So, he tried his very best to make his dream come true.

You see, he’d played on the L’il Sooners as a kid;
Started getting serious about the game when he was only eight
Played with older, bigger boys and practiced hard;
Always told his friends, “To be a Sooner, ya gotta play great”.

Oh yes, his parents raised a football player;
And, even more important, a Sooners fan;
But he wanted more, to be a Sooner,
To feel the glory raining down from the stands. 

Now, the Sooners’ Head Coach is in his living room.
“Son, you’ve got talent.  We think you fit our scheme.
We’re offering you a scholarship, an opportunity
To be an important member of our great Sooners Team”.

His mother smiles her biggest smile.
His father nods proudly and pats him on the knee.
“Lord knows, son, it’s a dream come true.
Go be the very best Sooner you can be”.

He walks into the locker room,
Not quite sure what to expect;
But sure that to play for the Sooners
He will first have to earn respect.

He looks each man straight in the eye - 
Other recruits, trainers, assistants, and every coach.
“Be proud, but respectful”, his mother had said;
Your character, more than your performance, must be above reproach”.

His handshake is firm and he smiles.
“Only one chance for a first impression”, his father had said;
"Always put yourself in positive light, on and off the field.
That’s what it will take to play for the mighty Big Red”.

He meets so many other recruits, each one a high school star.
He’s played against a few and knows they share his dream.
And, to a man, each knows before any chance for Glory,
He first must prove worthy to play for this Sooners Team.

He knows a few will fail to meet the coaches’ expectations.
For some, the scout team will be their fate.
Many will suit up, but rarely play.
Only the very best will ever dare to be great.

Coach says, “If every man learns and executes when called on,
Then this team, we Sooners, will win a lot of games;
But, win or lose, if you play hard and give your very best,
You’ll never have to hang your heads in shame”.

“But gentlemen, with or without you, this team will win.
Every season, the Sooners strive to win it All.
So, listen, work hard, and prepare yourselves.  Each game is war...
And you must be ready when Victory calls”.

Through grueling practices, he finds himself.
As he walks to class, his closest friends are aches and pains;
But, just the other day, Coach helped him up, smiled, and patted his helmet.
“You’re doin’ fine, son.  Keep pushin’.  Remember, no pain, no gain”.

He sees his name on the "open scrimmage" roster for the very first time.
It’s a moment he’ll never forget, another milestone in his dream.
He calls his Mom and Dad, knowing they’ll tell his family and his friends.
He hopes they’ll actually see him play, proof he’s made the Team.

As he suits up for the last pre-season open scrimmage,
He wonders if the coaches would really let a freshman play at all;
But Coach puts him in for eight plays against the first team;
He makes two great open-field tackles and intercepts the ball.

He barely hears the roar of the crowd, as the whole defense “gives him five”.
He’s so excited, he forgets to ask if he can keep that ball.
Fans are buzzing, “Did you see that hit”!?  “Who is that kid”!?
“Will he red shirt or will Coach let him play this fall”? 

He sees his name in the Sunday paper, hears it on local sports.
He’s happy, but he doesn’t let it go to his head.
He keeps his focus and uses it as motivation.
After all, he wants to start one day for the mighty Big Red.

Yes, we’ll hear more of this young recruit.
Perhaps, one day he’ll be the hero of the game.
A seasoned veteran, maybe All Conference or even All American,
Who’s tasted Victory many times and helped glorify the Sooners’ name.

Oh yes, there have been so many who’ve aspired;
But many fewer who’ve actually made our Sooners Team.
They are our heroes, each and every one;
For it’s through their accomplishments, we fans can live the dream.

Billy Vessels, Steve Owens, Billy Sims, and Jason White,
The Selmons, Little Joe, the Boz, Josh Heupel, and “Q”
They, and so many others, were once touted Sooners recruits;
Who set a higher mark and built the Tradition that is OU.

So, c’mon! c’mon! all you great young football players!
Dedicate your talents to OU’s Team and OU’s Fans.
Make Oklahoma’s Owen Field your Field of Dreams,
And feel the Glory raining down from the stands. 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details |

THE PERSPECTIVE OF ALABASTER SCROOGE

THE PERSPECTIVE OF ALABASTER SCROOGE In modern English people time, when the world was full of eminent joy, there lived a man of prestige who was totally the opposite of anyone who strived to form the perfect environment that established his person in which he was the brother of Ebeneezer. Alabaster was his first name. For sure, he was a Scrooge. He was a modest being in his undertakings. Endeavoring to form a best way that was better than what his time presumed, Alabaster Scrooge conceptualized where life is itself and living is meaningful. In boundaries of time in place, dynasties were fabricated. To writers such as Alabaster, this enriched his focus and denied his procrastination. He was thematic and topical to what he wanted to perceive. The world he desired was imagism of his prolific deeds. As he architects, he would become a great civil engineer. Hitherto, he was a mover of economic power. Yet, he was not an economist. Alabaster Scrooge was respected as a mind-of-minds that provided greater acumen. Marginalized journalism was in its day and age. Alabaster would laugh at these homogeneities that lack the focus of tradition. He expanded his ideas of the modern family by writing about the great advantages of capitalism. His driving focus was his pen mightier than his sword. Alabaster was an imperialist refined. Where 'the throne of Ireland was united to that of the British'. Where the expansion of private enterprise formed the Industrial Revolution. Alabaster Scrooge was a mover and a shaker. A forerunner of his time, which is a true trailblazer. A catalyst mind-sets people within his surroundings. Alabaster name was known for just that. He wrote about the wills and ways of humanity. The system of regulation that existed did not ostracize Alabaster commentary. It only provided the world a torchbearer of integrity and truth. Alabaster Scrooge was a Fabian, 'one who spreads socialist principles gradually'. As a result, a true transformer. Transmogrifying what needed a humorous effect, Alabaster editorials impacted society to a positive change. He would tabloid that which needed to be sensationalized. His work was stated to be the rococo effect. Alabaster influence was so illustrious that an immediate response manifested. One example was that of ‘the tiny class of pauper apprentices in textile mills’ who lives were jeopardized from the lack of protection via industry. Alabaster Scrooge wrote: – “To regulate the conditions of industrial employment is simply to invest in good business. Therefore, why do the mannequins deny safe hours of labor and sanitation, protection against accidents, mealtimes and holidays, the methods of remuneration, as well as a decent wage itself is because these tailored dummies deny the range of Factory Legislation.” Reaction, retreat, and abandonment Alabaster would disclose. Many noble people did not conform to the laws. Wherefore, society was dampened by their atrocities and civil demonstrations became the scene. Alabaster expositions provided the less fortunate with the means to address issues foreseen. Never a day he did not provide propaganda about current policies. Society became a hub of political ideologies. The Perspective of Alabaster Scrooge was published weekly. ‘Social sets, sociability, and community’ became Alabaster’s academic miens. ‘Spaces, places, and material culture’ interconnectivity was palpability. Across regions, his dialogue would capture scholarlistically. Alabaster examine’ the town planning, churches, forts, farmhouses, merchant’s stores, and state houses' to explore the power of visual language to architecture and design. He aspired to allow people of this epoch to preserve ‘common cultural experiences’ across the different landscapes that exist to inform their individuality. Alabaster Scrooge provided empiricism to the interaction linking ‘physical construction and social themes’ where ‘race, identity, politics, taste, gender, and domesticity’ reins as material culture in such a way that the people who ‘built, occupied, and used the spaces’ are ruminated through the complexity of this cultural exchange. That exchange that exist between its era and the New World. A range and depth of imagism that is well-argued and sets a high benchmark for this emerging field. Alabaster Scrooge intellectual agility brilliantly forms within the endowment of the humanities. _____________________________________________________________________| Written 3/11/2016!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Conversational Ecstasy

I believe SuperEgo bicameral comprehension
functions, forms, and flows organic
ecotherapeutic integrity;
I believe balanced Left-Right consciousness
orbits toward ecstatic psychology.

I've got nothin' to say
And I'm gonna keep it just that way
'til my mean old SuperEgo
lets me go outside to play.

Imagine with me for a moment,
if you would be so generous,
god as not only love
but also the most joyful joy we could be,
cooperatively networked together.

And why do I want to play this imagination game
with you
or even without you?
What is this joy of which you speak?
I know peace in silent music
and wind and surf,
but is therapy of sound this joy?

Perhaps not quite enough,
maybe only halfway here.
We grow toward pregnant Now becoming being joy
with you.

While I assume this will not be news
I need to remind you
that your presence does not always feel like gift,
source of joy,
not so much really,
sometimes more painful to my drift.

Yes, I know.
But, it brings me joy to recall
in our more dissonant crash
that I feel precisely the same suffering way
about your sorry ass.

Perhaps you should find a different therapist.
One who evolves less sure of god as graced-love
and much more joy,
one not so sure your God is humor,
Eco-ing DNA's RNA CommonSense.

If I understand your cynicism
I might write your song,
"I've got nothin' to say
And I'm gonna keep it just that way
'til my mean Ol' Dad
lets me go outside to play."

Your issues with remembering who I am
rather than who you thought I would be
seem not too distant clarity
or even acceptance,
but your troubling habit of editing my opera
into your joyful musical comedy,
this tangles our melodic frequencies
and harmonic function.

"How can I reach heavenly you
when all day through
you bind me to 
your flight toward unEarthy game wars,
your fear of losing rich rewards,
blockade toward joy,
your life your toy
to blindly scream away?"

How could I throw away this toy
you never game me?
My defeats,
static surrenders to right-now desire,
or lack thereof,
steer me far clear of your enchantment
with ecstatic joy.

What is your purpose
when Earth's becoming
is your wise Being,
if your Being
is not also Earth's meaningful becoming?
If you are not part of Earth's mindful nature
then Humane Being cannot naturally co-arise,
develop,
regenerate.
Your becoming cannot be not Our becoming,
my Being fades when we are not We
together.

What is this to me
your wilting Earth
and flat-line monopolistic dark comedy?
My joy turns tragedy to operatic outcomes.
What you label Oppositional Disorder
I hear as contending Cognitive Dissonance,
hoping for a Draw someday,
someplace away.

What you find unnaturally cacophonous
confuses my spirited silence.
Your values are not Ours
on my side of your Oppositional Divide,
my values are my own,
and I am free of Win, Lose, or Draw cultures
and economic gamesmanship,
Our Truth as Consequence game
contains our Tug of War.
Imagine with me
in this Eternal Moment
your Ego filled with endless joyful joy
as you pull all Earth toward finish line
and you are confidently winning
your Boddhisatva Interdependent Challenge.
Even should you not choose releasing survival's course rope,
you have full faith that We are winning
and this joy will never end.
Your Being has become,
your response fulfills your stimulus of birth,
your effect regenerates your course's cause,
your What Ifs? echo and mirror your What Are We?,
all Earth recreates your joy.

I've got nothin' to say
And I'm gonna keep it that way
'til my mean ol' life pilgrimage
through dissonant pathology
let's me go outside to play.

That does indeed sound operatic.

Right, and not so much joyful joy
this side of my playground.
See ya.
Wouldn't wanna be ya.

Oh, but you are,
except your opera damns divine divas,
weeping and shrieking  in off-stage wings
of perpetually-coming purgatory,
while Earth's musical comedy,
reenacts all that drama on your Win-Lose playground,
where Her Sun ain't bringin' no bad news
all eternal day.

Why do you always need to have the last word,
the last line?

We have a shared last line.

No, you just did it again,
with the We thing.

Yes We did.

I'm closing the door now.

Yes We are.

Hopeless.

Joyless.

Can I maul your head?

Our head.

My head.

Imagining with We 
brings joy.

LAAAAAAAAAST WORD!  HA!

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


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