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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
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.

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"
"not not now".

Future "not not yet" with Past Polynomial-Yang empowered Information 
we language through Present's comprehensive consciousness,
Logos-Mythos ReConnection
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,
significant others;
what does fear about others,
and your future,
teach you about love and kindness
needed for yourself AND
these others,
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, 
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."
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
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

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

EarthTribal Council

Earth's diverse Trees of Tribes
mentor ecotherapy with me,
echoing sighing resonant waves of wisdom
surfing through lunar waxing-waning freedoms
of humanly divine burning nuclear bushes.

Show me,
unveil We,
boundary wu-wei issues
weaving functions with frequencies,
tipping wild-flowering forms with full-color fluencies,
soaring summer's Yangish fired threat of melting ashes,
sawdust outcomes
without winter's quenching white snow and ice-packed
hypothermic branches of purgation
dry-rooting hibernation,
composting Autumn's ReGenesis windfall harvest
from Spring's succulent soil
decomposing well-being eco-therapeutic nutrients.

Spinning new council ribbon-rings thru this EarthTribe Tree,
new leaves of wild grass-fed hope,
new polyculturing metamorphing
Beloved Climax Community Development Organic Compost,
incarnating through multisystemic ReGenesis Projects,
ecotherapeutic grace,
responsively coincidental tree hierarchies
reversed appositionally and synergetically
in bipolar-balancing root systemic
negative-binomial balancing and bouncing structures, 
nutrition-compost networks of bionic information,
positive with negative images, analogy, eco-logical systems,
resolving reverse-e-v-i-L dissonant non-relational place,
non-polynomial race toward entropy.

New rings emerge newly resonant flows and flues,
flutes and fruits,
new frowns but also newly ripening fruit
for Eden's permaculturing harvest,
then seeding yet another ring.
Ecological Yin-virtue rings incarnating,
inviting and absorbing,
economically slow-growth sustainable Yang-value branches.
SuperEco's lunar cycling virtues,
photosynthetically in-forming eco-norms,
optimizing solar-fusing systemic values.

How could Earth's Trees and Tribes not care enough
to enter
my world's story,
my Self-Other Trees of Life Story?
Why do I struggle to care enough
to new you in to my full-moon dreams 
of flight and permaculturing fantasy, 
analogies of new through old negative-positive relational design,
unbranching paradigms and generations
racing straight through core rooted 
universal space and time?

I love our wild yeast willingness to evolve 
active resonance and peaceful swaying branches,
songs and dances,
but can't say the same for overly domesticated
left-brain dominant willfullness
to exchange our SuperEco belonging
for side-by-side struggling 
and discontenting ego-fulfillment longing,
failing to see and hear and feel karma's becoming
with incarnate natural, organic, simple,
actively peaceful and contenting-informing 
poly-confluent Being.

Primal Being together here with now
feeds my soul to yours,
and ours to mine to ours refined,
organic compost
sublime breakfast
wild Being escaping Left-brained dominance
with stir-flying race toward more balanced integrity,
natural nutrients and cycles and systems
and non-violent language,
and comprehensive growth of compendious EcoValue transactions,
folding unfolding
mentoring our stories and praxis and intent with mutual care,
polycultural Wisdom Council 
of natural permaculturing content,
optimetric (0)-rooting Fullerian prime function.

We try and test and stretch,
tip and trim our tabs
to see and hear and feel beyond the end
of our egocentric noses and dicks,
hearts and minds,
especially with those with whom we live,
those who show me day to day
ebbs and flows of feelings
and energy,
faith and despair,
patients and patience, 
and not-so-much, 
timely cosmic-humor balancing awareness.

Why do we each and all together share this life expanding stretch?
If we can steer our SuperEco
compassionately mindful love
toward home,
within ourselves and among our familial friendly selves,
for our highly amusing ego-tipping and flowing
swimming flights toward active peace mentoring without,
then among our friends,
then our vocational relationships to Earth
and all EarthTribe Species,
then our Omega Points symbiotically co-arising
to Here and Now full living
as Yang with Yin's optimal Left-Right balance 

Left's convex productive leaves and branches,
seeding Right's concavely enculturing 
(0)-core root natural SuperEco-MetaSystemic
ReGenesis Project
ReGenerating Steering Incarnation,
ReProjection EcoTherapy,
ReGenerously Projective EcoJustice
foresting trees of reconnecting 
conductive contenting
logos informating 
learning our diversely cooperative 
Win-Win Universal Game with Unitarian Applied Theory.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Joel Lee | Details |

Part 1 - Life Awaited

I have a story that needs be told
A story I never knew if words can transcript
For it belongs when in dreams I enroll
Visions before or an afterlife if I shall seek

If it all shall begin… it begins with me
A stranger living in a past, a stranger place to have been
Another world for my eyes… a world yet to be
For the voice need be deciphered for it all to mean

It was past several nights ago
A paled darkness I remember to have sunken into
Perhaps too much of love I have enfold
Or simply too much of a self I’m lesser to overrule

Venturing in thoughts unrealized… unknown
I am lost and alone, unloved and unworthy
Behind a closed door, am I to feel at home?
Needing answers for my troubled mind… needing tranquility 

As I began dwelling into myself nevertheless
I shut away a world I have come to know too well
A stranger finding a resolve, a past to rehearse
Yet having found was a voice… an alternative to compel

The voice has only but left me enthrall
A language unheard of… perhaps of an ancient tongue
And to understand… how is it I am empowered?
And trailing behind, an aria from others sung

“I was enchanted by those who sung… they who sing
Like sylphs, like sirens… unearthly yet encompassing
Did I remember being at home, behind a closed door?
Or is it a dream I slumbered into for a time to recall?
An hour less before midnight for an hour more before daylight
Yet of thirteen bears the time I see for my hourly need to hide
A truth perhaps far from disbelieve is all I’m left to see
Yet… the mysterious voices promises me for what couldn’t be
Like gravity… flowing without control, without life own
Like a design for quivering quivers to the shivering unknown
And blinded of numbered time, I allow myself this moment
This moment when love isn’t at all to matter even
Timeless became my life, sinking into the voices of the unholy
Knowing an answer I seek no more from a world reasonably 
Almost a subtle caress to have perhaps felt their touch
Flirting with me, toying with my soul a little too much
Have they not to bring solace… I wouldn’t have believe
Have they not voices as intriguing… if I can simply leave?
And they sung ever on… evermore, forever to be
Giving me a shade of another world unimaginable to see
Perhaps nothing more from my real world I need hear
Compassion for another… a self I need no longer dear
Entice yet… I hear the aria softening away for another
Branding into my mind till possibly shall life departs me forever
For when it came, it belongs an utterly voice to articulate
A much deeper sounding of another language to translate
And unheard of were the words spoken in today’s tongue
Yet heard were the words I somehow understood to have undone
However all has come to pass, darkness returns with a familiar door
Delivering me from my moment for another moment to recall
An awakening for a darker side or a lighter side of life awaited
I cannot know with my deliverance kept at bay of time presented
And no sooner than I realize am I back in my room once more
Gifted of words is all but all to reside from an ever before”

“Fear is a fire
To temper courage and resolve
Be it desire
To quench the thirst for one’s unfounded lost”

That be of words left for me
Spoken without teachings of today to date
Yet burnt into mind was what I see
A reference perhaps from a past to now relate

A moment given I can still believe
That moment if I am to encounter once more
To explain the least for my words receive
Be it a dream for the unknown to recall

Has it been past several nights ago?
Living in this dreaded world as a lesser self I am
If it isn’t for the voice… would life I have to behold?
To find a more positive side of a stranger me to befriend

Perhaps I will return once more unknowingly
And much I would give for this transaction be made
A founded lost must I be… in search of this tranquility
Surrendering to unforgiveable time if I must but await

Copyright © Joel Lee

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Heads Roll with Laughter

What to do,
how respond,
to totalitarian tyranny
in someone else's home
or community
or economy?

OK, good question,
I hope,
yet with ample precedent
in polycultural battles to attain harmonious balance
where we have become monopolistically lost.

What do you do,
how respond,
to monocultural stimuli
advancing in your own heart,
across your backyard?
When death stalks you,
declares you alien to life's current probabilities
of rationally redeeming praxis,
when your friends recognize your karma
arcing from past memories
inviting evolution's highly personal fragile future?

What do you do when you fear
your ego and relationships of love,
and sometimes even faint suggestion of domestic peace,
may realistically be at an unwelcome end?

I tend to ask myself,
then those around me,
profoundly wise questions:
Have I done something to tick you off?
Why this tyranny,
where is the winning function of decay,
mayhem, mercenary merciless mob
thuggish behavior?
Who is winning what 
in this long-hot summer
of monopolistic habits, norms,
assumptions of egocentric,
rather than ecologic,
zero-sum lose-lose strategies
and principles of economics?
Who designed such chaos?

And, my answer always echoes
resoundingly back across our Eternal Transitional Moment,
"no one,
this is a fool's game we witness."

So, whether this totalitarian monocultural weedpatch
of a socioeconomic culture
is your own
or your neighbor's
or your larger DNA/RNA-rooted
regenerative cousins
stardust Elders,
if you know them as
interdependent relations within EcoTherapeutic Praxis
we mentor with, by, and for each Other.
So continue to water your cooperative flowers
and ignore that violent weedish autocrat
suffering from too much yang,
too little yin flexibility and graceful mind
and inclusively grateful breath.

If you can't engage them,
join them in distant laughter at ourselves
for being such an autistically exclusive species,
distracted by our own solar spots and days gone solo,
we forget we're all in our mess together,
whether we aim ballistics at eco-systemic hearts,
and wallets,
and purses,
and values,
or not.

When my teenagers cannot believe
they need not fear me,
because my actions tell them otherwise,
according to their diverse abilities,
they laugh with me,
this laughter so surprises
I cannot retain my fear
and anger,
but maybe a little suffering,
or my daughter shuns me,
or my older sons ask me
what is my problem?

It helps when they remember 
to ask with kindness and patience
with my pain and fear and cherished suffering.

So, why not a simple email
from one head of state,
to Other:
I can see you are suffering
catastrophic loss of wealth and happiness,
your nutrients are leaking,
your polycultures fade
and your monocultural trend is sharply rising,
how can we help?

Sometimes I'm in no mood to talk.
I want to hang on to my suffering,
to fully harvest its positive lessons.
Sometimes I'm in a mood
to not tolerate shunning
from Ms. Oppositional Daughter,
but my son who cannot speak,
understands no language
beyond rhythm and resonance,
language as music in personal keys and chords,
when he laughs at my vast righteousness,
I melt and wilt
to join his polycultural revolution
of atmosphere
primal assumption of mutual gratitude,
we will always laugh together
as we have throughout our incarnations.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Details |

Forget naught

-Forget naught-

So soon after supper, you’ve forgotten
Those ones you called your alter egos.
Said adieu and you did not stay o!
So soon you forgot those ones?						

The one you met and greeted in clan,
During moon, storm, wind, rain and sun.
When did you see such last o!
Have you forgotten that one?

The day you laughed, soul solo,
The day you wined and dined with time.
The day you saw what meant not see o!
Have you forgotten that one?

(Look) lad and lass, you’re right about your proof,
You hailed from the noble city.
But useless you to the piss poor, when yet yearning for more o!
Have you forgotten that one?

You’re known before your canker-worm,
You’re (now) renowned of being perilous.
In addition is your notorious nature o!
For God’s sake, did you forget that one?

It’s you that’s spotted in the red road,
Caught red handed and still didn’t repent.
Wake up and have a rethink of your ways o!
Be pure heart and build a better unforgettable one.

It isn’t right when you rolled late in rock n’ rule,
It’s lovely then to have discovered you’ve inborn.
The loveliest of all is mastering one at a time o!
Let’s hope you wouldn’t forget that one.

Tis terrible there you mounted upon
Would you mind stepping down from there?
Saying wisely, you are the master of your ships o!
But stay grown, before you decide that one?

Wanderer (like yourself) wouldn’t warn you youth. 
That is your life you’re playing apart.
Stay put so as to not cross your luck in the vain search o!
Let’s hope you wouldn’t forget that one.

Having a slot in the scorching sunny days,
Pitter-patter you’re yet there.
Should no vacancy, don’t let longing for home hook you o!
Work (more) harder, and there you get a better one.

Thinking about joy to come without working towards joy,
Hoping that that will bring forth the fortune you crave.
Joy won’t near you until you dare joy o!
Never forget that one.

Often, you’re inspired by rich men virtues
These call for emulations, they’re what you lip.
The outer- ordinary you see but careless about digging o!
And what would you call that one?

There you’re when you suddenly spoke,
And found your blurred lids exposed to transient.
Deeply lost when you lock in lack of exposure o!
To knowledge, you dare not forget that one.

 You know what; I think you’re right,
That wrong rag-tag rule is the reigning rule.
But that got nothing doing in your personal dreams o!
Let’s hope you’re aware of that one.

You met your kinds in the region seemingly round.
Or have you forgotten that one?
Soils and skies make sphere most suitable for soul o!
Don’t say that, you forgot that one.

For you to assure me you note those terms
Show me what you’ve taken down.
About war, perhaps fun, or on allies and foes o!
Let me hear you on those ones.

Always remember you lived zero worlds,
Always remember you toured the middle worlds.
Since the last worlds, is still obscured o!
Live those ones you know as one.

So soon at first light, you’ve forgotten
The one you proclaimed your alter ego.
Said farewell and you did not save o!
So soon you forgot that one.

Let’s hope in the struggle through life,
You wouldn’t forget someone.
That perfected you in the most appealing beauty o!
Let’s hope you wouldn’t forget that Worthy One.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

It Seems To Me

Evolution unfolds history
as economics forms cultural values.

Just as currency only carries values we supply
as a society of economists,
so my own paltry sums can only carry those values
I am willing to invest.

Money does not grow out of some distant Orthodox investment value tree,
We invest our money, 
like our time,
in our values, or disvalues.
Cash is our economic cart,
while our cultural health is our investment horsepower.

Our wealth values are subjects of economic life,
as integrative investments are objects,
meaningful as ecological life in healthy time,
justice-right space in timeless peace and justice, 
as actively invested love.

Our "need" values are negatively synaptic--
lots of horsepower,
as our want values are positively aptic,
optimal composting economic norms 
and naturally healthy assumptions of synergetic ecologic,
like the stress of rapid spring growth
must separate winter's decompositional co-gratitude
from summer's regenerous amplitude.

We need to not be hated and hateful
marginalized or marginalizing others.
We need to be loved as lovers of all nature,
including humane nature.
We would like to not be neglected and ignored,
the subject of our own self-ridicule.
We would like to be met with gratitude
and healthy robust trust
and non-violence
and willingness to invest in mutually cooperative values.

We invest in ecological cooperation more gracefully
knowing our future time is intrinsically co-redemptive,
through our synergetic praxis,
cooperative self and other love 
as gift-it-forward investments from Elder generations,
passing through our positive co-arising intent,
to redeem our future history of regenerators.

Ecojustice yang horsepower
races genetically bionic Eco-Logic's YinYin Cart,
just as ecological values and disvalues
empower global Yang to drive
our co-arising economic cart of wealth deposits with empoverishing loss 
and health risk,
currency as energy flow and constipation,
and nutritional functions of co-redemptive compost.

Ecological karma predicts economic grace,
or not so much risk
and loss of face.
A regeneratively optimizing ecosystem
presupposes a redemptively cooperative economy.

A degenerative sub-optimizing eco-stressed culture,
ecological thoughtlessness,
lack of comprehensive consciousness,
grows mental and physical illness,
chronic cognitive dissonance,
inclusive affective autism,
aggressive dispossession,
flat-line economic entropy
with high risks of wilting
consumers and producers,
overly-deductive decomposers
extinguishing richly effective pollinators.

It seems to me that ecological trends
predict an economic trickle up theory,
disempowerment and disinvestment
in synergetic systems,
beloved and climax community development,
will continue leading toward our demise,
until this unraveling ecosystem
reconnects balancing tipping points
and wu-wei principle
for reweaving ecojustice.

An EarthTribe platform of Earth Rights,
for Self as Earth-holonic,
as for Other,
as for all Earth's triumphal eco-justice logical future.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Nsamu Moonga | Details |

In My Language

In My Language

This you might not know is a conversation,
It’s a conversation not of persons.
This is a conversation of multiple languages.
If you could observe the functions of my mind,
You would marvel at the thought processes
Criss-crossing ideas in various languages

I am not sorry for not thinking in one language only.
I am happy that the multiplicity of languages
Offers me just as multiple images;
Here you are thinking I am writing this in English,

Yes. But know this that what you see in this language 
Is thought through ciTonga, through, siLozi and even
Through ichiBemba and chiChewa
How more purer can an idea be created!?

You sure do not know that a dog in siLozi is nja…
To know the word ‘dog’ I need to imagine ‘nja’
How else would I know its meaning?
To write a sentence, I must have thought about it 
Three times more than you reading this…

‘Wait a minute’ in my language does not mean sixty ticking bits
That’s what it means to you…
In my language your minute could last a year…
You wonder why ninety days is more than ten years!
Wait a minute darling…welcome to my world.

In my language things are winding.
Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking that a ‘chimbwi’ 
Refers only to the animal ‘hyena’
It should; but does it?
In my language, you are safe if you do not translate anything.
Say ‘chikala’ and you will be cheered on 
Translate that to some uncivilized language…
It’d be too civil for the hearing.

We do not name, we image in my language…
Love imaged as someone’s property
Think of a car that one really cares for…
That’d not sound real romantic in your ears…
In my language a mate would dance hearing 
Being referred to as a well-tended car…
In my language, unlike yours, ‘fat’ is a compliment
Sex is communicated through naughty dances.
No one is exempted from these dances.
Even people in public offices show desire…
What you see…that’d not what you get.

The smiles carry within them deep felt grief.
They hope their loved one would come back.
He has prayed his goodbyes without facing them.
They wait for a minute; they still wait.
They sing dirges as the sun sets
There you are thinking they are morning a loss
In truth, they are rehearsing for a soon to occur demise
The disease without a name has come to visit yet again.

In my language stories are a norm
Alcoholic drinks accompany the tales
We have long known how to play our ‘ngoma’
The sound of ngoma does not mean anything to you; maybe
We know the differences in pulses;
Which announces a birth and which a death
There are fewer birth sounds…not birth to this side
Many births to the other side…

In my language Christmas is not the birth of some strange child.
It is for eating and drinking rare food and beverages.
The free range chickens know where to hide…
The greens wave with joy; they celebrate…
The not so nimble white hens pray in surrender…
The young and the old flirt…what a sight…
All adorned in new regalia…

In my language…

Nsamu Moonga

© Copyright.2012. All Rights Reserved. Nsamu Moonga 

Copyright © Nsamu Moonga

Long poem by Travis Lone Hill | Details |

One Among Many part 2

I live in a place striving for sobriety surrounded in alcohol looking for happiness trapped among our very own sadness. I hear my people’s laughs and I hear my people’s cries, but most of all I see their dreams because their dreams are my dreams because we remain not against each other today as enemies but hidden friends united through culture, language and blood. I laugh with my people and of course I cry with my people and I fight with my people but most of all I continue to dream with my people. I know who I am and where I am from to know where I been to still hope to where I am going to go. I feel darkness engulf not only myself but also almost my entire reservation’s race, no matter mixed or not because soon our culture and language will have no face without any more light to shine upon it. I know where I lived and still live to know if I will truly go where I truly want to go in life before I have my one walk with death. I know by a long shot that I am not the best but by a close hit on the reservation’s target I could be better. 
I take a stand against self to stand against others to better a worsening crowd of many young lost indigenous souls waiting to be unknowingly found and waiting for something similar to what I’m about to write. I take a stand for self so that others know that we aren’t all lost and we can and will be found with the true hope of no one’s but your own. I take a stand because my brothers and sisters wont, I take a stand because now days most the people around me or within me can’t or don’t know how, I take a stand for the children who don’t have a father and mother as I once had, I take a stand for my unborn child almost here, I take a stand for courage because within me is filled with fear, I take a stand against because the alcohol and drugs within me now I just can’t stand, I take a stand for those around me who cannot stand, I take a stand for a culture dying on its knee’s trying to get back up, I take a stand for the forsaken yet to be forgiven self-stand.
 I patiently wait, lying away in the darkness searching for light even though I can see the light I just don’t know how to get on thy path to the light. I am not alone, I know for a fact that I am not alone in my thoughts and feelings about life on earth here. I can see our pain, I can hear the hollers and screams, I can feel your anguish and I can smell our destruction. I walk through the reservation valley of darkness as if I am but a blind witness to our own destruction upon where many of us go unknown truly forever in depths of time, in the depths of death.
 I know that I cannot give in or give up on a dream of a people’s dream where the buffalo in our young hearts and minds may roam around free and where the wolf warrior chief may rise above all odds and become thy greatest modern day warrior, the people seek him, the people crave him, the people need him, the people need someone to rise if not geographically the worldwide mentally.

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill

Long poem by William J. Jr. Atfield | Details |

The Bad, Bad Boy My Dear, sweet China Flower

The Bad, Bad Boy 

My Dear, sweet China Flower :

   The Oriental fragrance of you lingers on, it has permeated the very fibers of my mind and my home.
   I am, oh so very sorry for over stepping boundaries, going beyond my place, in your life. I am sorry for letting my passions, my desires become the flames that defiled your beautiful innocence.
   I really feel bad for the BAD, BAD thing I did to you and for leaving you unsatisfied. I am also, so very sorry for pollinating - planting my seeds deep within - your beautiful flower,
and for doing so without your desire, your consent as I slipped between your stems and into your dreams .
   I do hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive this old fool for - in the heat of moments of desire to taste, to savour the flavour of your liquid honey, honey that felt so good I could not resist - defiling the innocent beauty of your womanhood, in desecrating a beautiful Flower, of China. All to satisfy my own lecherous appetites, appetites that violated the purity and innocence in you, broke the trust, that I believe you placed in the hands of this foolish old stranger.
   I am truly sorry for my acts of indiscretion, and even more so for my not
bringing to fruition, the blossoming of your beautiful flower, feeling it, seeing it explode in a brilliance of rainbow colours, that would have lit up the hours of our late night, early morning.
   Please do not think to badly of me, my Dear .


   As I look into the above, I come to realize that I painted a picture of what must appear, to you the reader, an aggressive, forceful, selfish, inconsiderate,monster who is lurking among the shadows of my rhyme ?, / poetry ?, but let me assure you that that is as far from the truth as is the closest universe . 
   The above poem ?, / rhyme ?, came on the heels of my lack of understanding, an inability to read the signs and the over active imagination of this author as I was looking into the beauty of the first times I made love to this Beautiful China Flower, in a bright light at night's darkest hour and again in the soft glow of dawn's first sight of passion's delight . 
   The truth be told, taking poetic license, an active imagination, lack of verbal communication - for there is this language and cultural difference as well as only three months of Canadian culture and the English language under her belt, at the time - told me one story while I neglected to take into account all the none verbal expression that came, and came from this Chinese Flower, as she expressed in the silences of her physical participation a truth and that truth has blossomed many, many times since under the green thumb of this old gardener, so what is the true reality ?, the rhyme ?, / poem ?, this statement ? 
   In the light of this, the poem ?, /rhyme ?, does not a reality make . A monster ?, a fool ?, a blind man ?, an artist ?, does any of this tell what this author could be under all my words ?

Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Quintessential Placeholders

Ch'ang as "Constant"
natural law of growth and decay
yanging and yinning,
logically necessary alternation of opposites
universally permacultural law: exterior nature as inner conscience communicant
Interior Landscape of eco-Ch'ang ego's Exterior Landscape operatives
eco-self as "true nature"
exegetical identity of co-passioned operation
natural 0-dimensional Core identity "soul" functioning bicamerally
expressed as Exterior natural landscape--Left (ego) deductive convex
WITH Interior natural landscape--Right (eco) intuitive concaving implied,
predicated, predicting, Fuller's precessive
ordaining ordination,
TwoTime Being quintessential and mutual Placeholders
for One holy-fractal Universe.

Placeholders:           SpaceTime Quintessentials:
death                      life
winter                     summer
Uracil                      Guanine
Zero                        Fractal
0                             3
1                             4
fractal                      octave
0-dimension              3-dimension
time                        space
light                        place
transparency             full spectrum octave
Tao                          Yang/Yin-squared
Hydrogen                  atomic 120
aptic                         synaptic
enthymematic            reiterative
monomial                  polynomial
monoculture               polyculture
boundary                   unity
dissonance                 confluence
chaos                        integrity
intent                        habit
humor                       gravitas
tipping point               closing curtain
cell                           organism
set                            universe
icon                           culture
communication string   community
subject                       objectives
meme                        transactional network
QBit                           Reverse Hierarchical Win-Win Climax
Double-Dark "C"          Enlightening Bionically Regenerative "L"  
Not-Not Monomial        Positive Polynomial Bilateral Co-Relationship

primal placeholders
concaving within this fractal
spacetime dimensional Earth-Universal Con-Science.

Ordained ordination 
as co-redemptive coordination
as co-operative ecological eco-normics.

Ordained by Host embryos:
Time, progenitor of trinitarian dimensioned space,
RNA, progenitor of DNA bicameral places
forms with hopeful polycultural economic functions,
communication strings of permacultural memory
forming futures,
decomposing past regenerations.                     

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long Poems