Long poem by
John Mudge | Details |
I met with some bankers in fine textured suits.
I struck a deal quick. (I had such a knack.)
I offered rare cacti and tropical fruits –
a cure-all for things that ail your back.
I served 'em a dish of oysters and clams
flavored with herbs from high remote lands
accompanied by slices of seaweed-cured hams
served on a bed of tri-colored sands.
I once struck a deal with some Wall Street investors.
I short sold 'em stocks that didn't exist!
But they got me back (those sly empty-nesters)
by making fake deals I couldn't resist.
And later my days got dreadfully busy.
Held hour-long meetings in 10 minutes flat!
Made my staff tired bewildered and dizzy.
But business is business, and that was just that.
I can't quite say what we did at each meeting.
We talked and debated. We yelled. We screamed.
We'd discuss in soft voices (those moments were fleeting)
but when we agreed I'd smile, even beamed.
We dreamed of grand things and plans we would make.
We had a huge goal: we'd conquer the market!
(Of course we had kids. This was for their sake.)
Put your ear right up close. I'll whisper our target.
What we make is no secret. Our dream is the thing.
Our stuff the world uses. It can't do without.
Our competitors fear (while secretly hoping)
we'll become a cartel and buy them all out!
So here's what we make (a simple thing really).
You use it at dinner, at breakfast and lunch,
when it's hot and it's steamy or cold and it's chilly.
Donuts to dollars you must have a hunch.
It can fix anything, an all-purpose tool.
It will open a can, pull the cork from a bottle,
even fix all your plumbing (now isn't that cool?).
Under the hood it'll fix your car's throttle.
I know that you're anxious. I know you can't wait.
I'm making the point. Sit still and don't fidget!
Now no more pondering and staying up late:
We make what you use: a gadget and widget!
Making millions and billions takes plenty of people
so our company grew, got huge and kept growing.
A company needs growth. A church needs a steeple.
You see how it works? We just kept on going.
We hired by hundreds and thousands and more.
We worked 'em like slaves, paid dimes even less.
They threatened to strike, even steal the store
but we had the power! We could hardly care less.
We'd fire 'em in masses, by hundreds and dozens.
We gave them no notice, we paid them no pension.
We fired them all, brothers sisters and cousins.
We paid off the media so they gave us no mention.
But shedding the people only solved half the puzzle.
We had to make gadgets, work had to get done.
Just how could we do it? We put hands on our muzzle.
No output, no profit. So how could we run?
At midnight one day I awoke with a start.
My plan was so clear, so cool and so cunning!
We'd go overseas! Boy oh boy was I smart.
I finally knew how we'd keep right on running.
We worked day and night 'til after sunset.
We all worked nonstop. We even skipped meals.
We outsourced our stuff. Then I flew a jet
to scour the globe for even more deals.
Gov'nments, no scruples – such were fair game.
Why, you might ask, do business with these?
The answer is simple: except for the name
they've two things in common: the gov'ment wants fees
which makes labor cheap (it costs odds and ends).
The less I pay out the more left for me!
It works like a scale: when my side descends
their side goes up. It's logic you see.
My scheme soon paid off. We spanned the whole globe.
We owned our competitors by tens and by scores.
To find where we weren't you'd dig and you'd probe.
Gadgets and widgets in millions of stores!
A few weeks of this about did me in.
I crawled to my bed and slept a deep sleep.
I dreamed a strange dream of goodness and sin.
And I chatted with God about what I could keep.
He said in the end it was all up to me
but my state of affairs just didn't look good.
Pearly Gates entry he couldn't quite see.
Suddenly in front of St. Peter I stood.
We discussed and we bargained, tried to see eye to eye.
Well most of that's true. He discussed and I bargained.
(I knew I would lose but I still had to try.
I thought that maybe he could just be out-jargoned!)
But this wasn't happening. It was only a dream!
I still felt uneasy. It seemed to mean change.
Dreams being dreams things aren't what they seem.
Abandon my business? I couldn't. Too strange.
St. Peter spoke more. He had some suggestions.
“Do something useful. Help orphans and widows.
People have needs. Look around. Ask some questions.
And ask your friend Sid. I know that he knows.
And oh by the way, those countries you mention?
At least say you're sorry. It surely can't hurt.
Don't make a big show. Avoid causing tension.
Just say it with meaning. Try not to be curt.”
I blinked, rubbed my eyes, then blinked a bit more.
I stretched and remembered I had to call Sid!
Now what was his number? I had it before.
Just have to remember where I had it hid.
I looked in my book. No Sid in there.
It was then that I wondered: did I even know Sid?
Did I sleep? Am I up? I'll pull out a hair.
Ouch! I'm awake! Gosh I never did!
I recalled Pearly Gates and remembered my dream
and trying to bargain with good ole St. Pete.
(That stayed in my head (strange it may seem).
We'd discussed and debated. St. Pete's hard to beat!)
I'll allow he's a point. I won't pick a nit.
I've been mostly right (just a little bit wrong).
Okay, okay maybe more than a bit.
I'll set things to rights. We will get along.
I promise I'll do what I possibly could
But he's asking a lot. (It's starting to sting.)
I really don't want to but know that I should.
Mumbling and grumbling I'll do the right thing.
(He did all he promised, or so we are told.
He did what he said. He even did more!
He valued his friendships more highly than gold.
His laughter showed that kindness went right through his core.
Copyright © John Mudge | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Terry O'Leary | Details |
Though still within our infancy,
we strive and thrive, but woefully
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys the planet's harmony,
lays waste to life within the sea,
and all in name of vanity.
Who dares our spheroid's symmetry
by doubting Nature's regnancy
defying laws, like gravity,
affirms a fatal fallacy…
for, centered on the 'world of we',
we feed our vain insanity
on thoughts beyond eternity -
seems strange when looked at cosmically.
Perchance there is no remedy
for those in shadow's prophecy -
unless we handle skillfully,
as clay we'll pay the penalty.
The Moguls rule with cruel decree,
control the crowds like puppetry,
pursuing greed addictively
with no accountability.
The winds, they reek of Royalty
(that's bathed in suds of treachery)
and blow across the peasantry
left gasping in their pungency.
The Queen, so steeped in snobbery,
sits, preening proud Her pedigree,
on throne of ash and ebony
while sipping Sekt immodestly;
to sate Her Regal Majesty,
a caviar clad canapé
is served with golden cutlery
by maidens bent submissively.
The King is bailed from bankruptcy
by Knaves who hoodwink artfully
the down-and-outer evictee
who wallows in their lenity.
Forsooth, the Money Monarchy
ordains the dollar dynasty
portending highway robbery
by Peacocks plumed in finery,
for Jesters and the Fools agree
to dabble in duplicity
while stripping masses witlessly.
Long live the peon's penury!
To justify the oddity
that one plus one is sometimes three,
one reaches to theodicy,
takes paths of circularity.
In bygone trials of travesty
the doubters, draped in blasphemy,
endured the pain and agony
inflicted by the papacy.
Inspired by the Trinity
fanatics bent cosmology
in geocentric fantasy
while Bruno burned for heresy;
and aged women, fruitlessly
(while racked and wrenched), begged clemency
from justice framed in infamy,
but set ablaze for witchery.
That epoch of credulity
(when savants fostered sorcery
and practiced ancient alchemy)
arose in dark age quackery
as clerics dripping piety
(while raging, raving rabidly)
pervaded thralled society
with callous inhumanity;
'repent', they bellowed, 'verily,
forsake the world's iniquity,
live lives of want and chastity,
and give your gelt to God through me'
The Masters make a mockery
of freedom and democracy
by holding down the uppity,
released from shackled slavery,
now fettered in a factory
else strewn across the Bowery,
still chained in bonds of bigotry,
immersed in seas of poverty.
And colliers, tapping balefully
in sunken-mine solemnity,
yet thrum a mournful monody
some call the digger's elegy.
To children, pale and raggedy
(behind a day of drudgery),
the boss man, oh so gallantly,
presents a penny, niggardly;
though some are fed (belatedly),
their eyes recede in apathy
while bellies swell, inflatedly,
with mothers watching, wretchedly.
When met with health adversity
or broken bone infirmity,
the pauper dangles helplessly
with no insurance policy;
and those engulfed in lunacy
are ailing blobs left floating free
through psycho-dream obscurity -
a dire death row odyssey.
Forgetting mankind's unity,
our rich and poor dichotomy
breeds empty doomed finality,
Just as in days of chivalry,
wild warriors fighting forcefully
bring freedom neath the gallows tree
while blending blood and burgundy
to toast the slaughtered enemy,
or else convince the colony
to cede with smile on bended knee
and yield her diamonds, silk and tea.
At first they call the cavalry
and then again the infantry,
so proudly primped in panoply,
and armed from finest armory
(embraced in hands so tenderly),
inflict benign atrocity -
but soon atomic weaponry
will cancel our posterity.
Misusing high technology
(to feed the face of gluttony)
depletes our Rock of energy,
now slowly dying thermally.
Our gadgets breathing CFC
fuel ozone holes' immensity
while cloud bursts, raining acidly,
wilt woods in their entirety,
and rivers, tainted chemically,
refill our cups methodically
and drown our souls organically.
Adjusting genes mechanically
may well blot out the bumble bee
annulling fruits' fecundity,
but brings big bucks reliably.
We wager perpetuity
to revel momentarily
in shadow-like obscurity
ignoring the futility,
but if we bet unknowingly
on fickle fate's contingency
and thereby act haphazardly
we're doomed to lose the lottery.
The mildly mad bureaucracy
so often lacks coherency
when raping rules abundantly
but offers no apology.
They paint the past in reverie
when, slyly comes the tendency
to take away our privacy
which paves the way to tyranny.
With earlobes lurking furtively
that listen surreptitiously,
and eyeballs peering doggedly,
we've lost our mental sovereignty,
and those who dare to disagree
must hide away in secrecy
else perch in penitentiary
with water board anxiety.
Yes, sans responsibility,
our marble in this galaxy
will crumble in catastrophe
ere ever reaching puberty…
Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
John Mudge | Details |
One day not long past our economy faltered
And wouldn’t improve if our course were unaltered.
'Cause we buy stuff at Wal-Mart (where things are dirt cheap)
'Cause they buy from China (treats workers like sheep
(So farmers left farms and moved to the city.
And hoped for life better (no luck, such a pity) ))).
They went right to work (but folks who had power
got 'em to work for six bits an hour).
To make matters worse our credit froze up.
Couldn't spend - couldn't borrow - couldn't buy a tin cup.
You think this is bad? It's downhill from there.
Institutions cried "uncle" - said cupboards were bare.
Couldn't borrow, couldn't lend, no business as usual.
So they opened their books to wide-eyed perusal.
Our Treasury Secretary called Congress to action.
Said money was needed to unfreeze this impaction.
So they gave loads of money to our secretary mighty
Who they said was quite stern and not the least flighty.
He'd disburse the funds wisely with skill and great cunning.
He'd soon save us all with our economy running
Full tilt dead ahead. We'd all have great jobs.
Or funds to build business. No more wailing. No sobs.
But he hadn’t a plan, no clue what to do.
Gasp! I’m shocked! I’m surprised! Weren’t you?
"The problem's bad assets. I know what to do.
Throw billions to the wind to buy them from you!
It's a crisis, a panic, no time to lose!
So give me 300 billion dollars to use!"
Congress quick cut a check - didn’t ask any questions.
Full speed ahead - damn the objections!
Then five minutes later, he said. "Sorry, my bad.
Sky's ok after all. Billions gone. So sad."
Next thing you know ’nother check's in the mail.
Now they thought lenders were too big to fail
So they gave them our billions and tried to act manly:
While sheepishly mincingly bailing out Morgan Stanley!
Money still wasn’t flowing so they tried a new tack.
Gave money to banks they needn’t pay back!
And what of the money they’d gotten for free?
They’d loan me the money they’d gotten from me!
The banks got a downpour but oh life is fickle.
While they bathe in money – for me? Not a trickle.
Then came execs who'd wrecked A-I-G
They wept and they pleaded and cried, "Please save meeee!"
Fannie Mae queued up next just before Freddie Mac
Who lent money to people who couldn't pay back.
Congress gasped (so we'd notice) and then cried "Enough!"
To make it look good they called Lehman a bluff:
Sacrificially beheaded poor Lehman Brothers.
They gave them no money (unlike all the others)
But kept spending funds like water that's runny
With glee and abandon, disposition so sunny.
Through Fingers of Congress funds flowed like warm honey.
'Round town it got spent like Monopoly money.
"A billion here and a billion there and soon it's real money!"
I laughed once before but now it's not funny.
I’m sure I would spend it way better then you.
A deaf ear I'd turn to pleas of "me too".
I can't hear the cries the wails the shout
The So Helpless pleading, the beseeching hands out
And we're still on the hook for money by tons,
A stack past the moon if you use only ones!
How much do we owe? Lean close and I'll tell you.
It’s the biggest darn number that ever befell you.
It's 3.5x10 to the twelf –
A number so huge I can't count it myself.
So I worked with my neighbors and friends that I knew.
We'd just about finished when it quivered and grew.
We bravely pressed on but got worried because
It grew to a monster ten times what it was.
It far, far exceeds all the debt on my house.
Makes my debt seem much smaller than a flea on a mouse.
So here's what I owe, scientifically noted.
(No interest – it's merely the loan the bank floated)
It's 1.2x10 to the fifth.
If you say it's a trifle I'll really be miffed!
To me it's a fortune, a mountain, a gob.
It's enormous, it's huge – a train-wreck-size glob.
But to you with your trillions it barely rates mention
A blip even smaller than my crummy old pension.
I'll make a comparison to give some perspective.
Divide smaller by bigger – a percent’s the objective.
The quotient is less than the least you might fine us:
Just 3.4x10 to the eighth minus!
That's 3.4 millionths expressed as percent
If you lost that amount would you care where it went?
If it fell from the table it wouldn't be missed.
Only know it was gone if you looked at your list.
Compared to the bailout and financial-type terror
My mortgage amounts to a small rounding error.
The amount is so small, a grain you can't see.
How much could hurt if it came back to me?
But accountants all say it would just cause inflation.
They say if I had it I could harm our whole nation!
Imagine that. Me! Oh the power I've got!
So just you tell me: should I use it? Or not?
The problems roll on and Congress still spends.
Ford, G-MAC, and Chrysler - the list never ends.
I want to flee far away when I consider this bailout.
Catch the next boat, settle in, and just sail out.
I’d find me a country where companies are smarter
And don't need my help like a belt needs a garter.
Whoops, I forgot. It spans the whole world.
It catches each breeze like a sail unfurled.
So I fret and I grimace - it’s now up to trillions.
How long can it be ’til they’re spending quadrillions?!
Copyright © John Mudge | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Does your money derive from health-regenerative investments?
Well, what could that mean?
Do you make your money, honey,
with both light and dark co-arising memory
of midway love and peace intent,
avoiding anger-fear monoculturally competitive
and struggles against others,
choosing to struggle with cognitive-affective
chronic neural-temporal dissonance,
indicators of imbalance issues,
and opportunities for more polyculturally nutritious
ecosystemic polyculturing health-trend outcomes?
Is that your elevator speech, or Pledge of Allegiance to ReGenerative Health?
I thought it was a question that assumed
you don't like elevator pitches
for more money being removed from your pocket,
whether asking or being asked,
bad timing to invest in one elevator ride.
Try it again,
what is this regenerative health investment
you think we both have in mind and body?
Is your time and money invested
in this cooperative stream of Earth's regenerate evolution,
co-arising revolution of transition crisis times
as ecoconscious bilateral,
and, by the way,
therefore evolving-emergent as bicameral-neural,
light of logos fractal-ecologic?
I most certainly hope not!!!
That sounds much too grand for EgoMe.
But, your most active stage of hope,
the one more important than all those that could possibly follow,
is always the permaculturist's nutritional Zero-Centric Zone of Ego/Eco
regenerative development and focus.
Before you in each relationship and transaction,
political and economic,
two primal principles of cooperative economic investment,
possibly of interest to philanthropic,
and large-scale public economic/political health-culture research investors,
but most certainly of interest to EgoYou.
Such a sweeping scale of regenerativity.
Are you sure you can deliver such rich fertility
with my money?
Where are your outcomes of such vast healthy wealth?
You need not search this mindbody proposal
to see if I am community invested,
if time and life are money-valued commodities,
my money and health and regenerative potential
for sale or rent,
in exchange for what quality of money,
what source of health investment
absorbing dualdark angry-past pathology?
This proposal comes to you
through deep-nested communities
of co-cultural time as light investment.
What are your layers of cooperative political
and economic investment,
where lie these mutually-subsidiary networks?
My communities are interdependent communicators,
rich paradigmatic intent and permacultural practice.
Are your health outcomes of potential interest
only to our human tribe,
or is there a cooperative DNA/RNA synergy
demonstrated in your proposal design,
and/or installation-investment plan?
Which cooperative investment communities appear
as higher risk potential divestors
due to internal monoculturally-dominant
political and economic assumptions?
How do you propose to avoid Business As Usual
Who do you propose will hope and plan to do business with you,
through mutual barter, and/or cooperation?
And who intends to continue doing business competitively,
without you? And why?
Who do you hope and plan to invest in
and not invest in,
to achieve healthy helpful outcomes,
and what and how,
whether barter, competition, or cooperative absorption
into our Help As Health Bank?
Your proposal outcomes,
for each moment and day and year,
like your own embryonic Ego life,
should demonstrate early investors,
how you will optimize polyculturally inclusive outcomes
of equitable harmony,
especially if you are not beginning
with a clearly articulated
to compost rich fertile health-enculturation.
I will consider your proposals
each and every moment of each day and night
of mutual ecoconsciousness,
asking where does this proposal fit best
within our cooperative health-as-help portfolio
with other potential investments at this time,
to consider in light of prior
and still ongoing
and their comparative health v. pathology outcomes
for future regeneration
of Earth's polyculturing Time.
Please be sure any investment opportunities
explicitly measure future polycultural sensory-health
against current comparatively monocultural,
over-competitive economic and political status-quo risks,
not only within your Nature-Investment Program Outcomes
but also how nutritional results
will be winnowed and seed-selected,
decomposed to enrich
your own future regenerative Interior Landscape,
your health lives of love
with your original and ongoing cooperators,
yourselves in aligning/maligning relation with others.
Perfect, all here and accounted for.
So, how are you investing and divesting
"Cooperative Help As Health Bank"
ecological economic and political health
within your own time as money investment portfolio?
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Positive nutritionists co-arise!
Now, while toxins mutually self-immunize,
to implicate potential revolutions.
cooperating abundance of Self with
as by of Other!
Now, while decay slinks into silos of
"That Life's Not My Matter",
no dual-dark reductive paternalism for me,
not enough positive energy,
so co-subside into odious cacophony.
Co-Arise cooperative health
to co-subside monopolistically competitive wealth.
It's a better system
plus more wisdom
to turn our trees of hierarchy
right side left
to grow this networked co-bifeminist matpatarchy,
Win-Win swimming circles
diving among and parching
revolutions of Lose-Lose marching
in co-subsiding wilting squares of post-gaming era loss.
Co-arise this permaculturing revolution,
warriors with tools regenerating evolution,
nondual pairs of opposition
to suppositions within co-arising proposition,
subjects of by with of for healthy holy wealthy objectives,
monocultures co-subsiding into slow-emergent polycultures,
multisyntaxed paradigms co-arising polypaths,
multisystemic consciousness permaculturing,
healthy function with formal beauty,
fractal-crystals with faceted octave-holonic neutrons,
unfolding four dimensional temporal st-rings of electrons,
root squaring RNA's Bicamerally Dynamic EndoCreational Vocation.
Co-arise permaculturists of RNA/DNA life-systemic sustainability!
Co-arise polyculturists of eco-metric polynomially square-rooted form
and functional full-octave diversity
for all six fully-conscious autonomic senses,
Co-arise organically nutritious gardeners of food
feeding all six sensory receptors,
listeners to and of nature's luxurious harmonic sounds,
dancers of fractally-balanced chi-time,
breathers of resonate sound 0-sum mind,
seers of mutual-coredeeming economies,
political and familial relationships,
physical, natural, spiritual, co-conscious regenerational medicine,
and communication health optimization,
polypathers of meta-systemic logos-wisdom
prime temporal logical syntax
for Yang/Yin relationship information polynomial balance.
Co-Arise human natured DNA
with Earth-natured RNA!
Co-Arise RNA with Time's encultured memory!
Co-Arise every cell programmed for regenerating health
and cooperative wealth
Co-Arise paradigmatic syntheses with power of Yang,
with polyculturally transparent binomial YinYin
sweeping WinWin systematic gaming theory,
laughing not-not reverse-ordered double-bound Yes!
growing dual-dark embryonic st-ring universally unitarian network,
nesting convex negentropic polynomially co-forming spacetime.
Co-Prehend decomposition as contraction
with regeneration as expansion
of form with organically intelligent function.
Co-Redeem polyculturally cooperative investments!
Co-Mentor nondual messianic dreams,
prophetic streams of healthy wealth.
Co-Incidate fully populated deductions
with their non-polynomial zero-ionic opposites!
Co-Meditate ecotherapeutic medication toward healthy wealthcare!
Co-Passion RNA's ecojustice evolution of equi-valency,
co-arising polypathic consciousness,
Win-Win Wombed in this world wide web.
Confluate what would otherwise radiate
as one-sided and mono-dimensional noisy chaos
of linear mono-reductive historic time
overly redacted from permaculture's 4-prime intelligence syntax,
poly-neural tribal space of 3 reflecting 1 bilaterally decompositional
non-polynomial space as c-squared equivalent time.
Co-Arise this moment's integritatively sublimely hued potential!
of beauty's wise and wealthy healthy climax
within beloved co-consciousness of heart and mind
as bicameral breath, heat, fire, energy, informating intelligence
alternating with yin-yin's syntax
with Positive concave explicate-ordered Yang
convex implicate bilaterally temporal-primal RNA-ordered,
as positive uracil functions equivalently
with double-binary ionic balancing reverse-cytosine,
equals (-,-)co-binary bilateral-time-squared information.
WithBinomial Synergetic Discernment!
Co-Arise dual-dark dawn's surprise.
Co-Operate massive co-gravitational fields,
binomially double-bound pirouette of time's nature.
Energy co-arises matter through octaved light-bionic frequencies
as bilateral time co-arises this present grace space
as YinYin co-arises Yang
as healthy bicameral wealth values integrate
Beloved eco-sustainable cooperative economic systems,
Climax Communities of locally articulated
maintenance and biosystemic care plans and policies,
nurturing polycultural design and co-development,
ecological co-evolving health with wealth management.
Positive Co-Mentoring EcoActivists, Arise!
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Joe Flach | Details |
I have been praying to God ever since I first understood the concept of a deity. Although I have struggled through life with my acceptance of and belief in the religion I was force fed as a child, the praying has always stayed with me – on an almost every day basis. In some way or some form or for some reason, it seems, I find myself praying to a God I am not sure I believe in.
Over the years, some of the things I have prayed for or prayed against have worked out in my favor. Other things didn’t quite work out the way I had hoped. So, I wondered, was this proof that my prayers are sometimes answered or simply the law of averages? It really didn’t matter, I was programed to pray and so pray I do.
This has been going on pretty routinely for over 50 years; so, imagine my surprise when, for the first time last night, God talked back to me!
I may not get this exactly right, but, in essence, this is what He had to say:
(I am not sure what font to type God’s words in, so I will just keep on with the default.)
“Joe, Joe, Joe. I have been listening to you for all your life. And, whereas I do enjoy your thoughts; your words; and your sentiments; I find it is time for me to respond.
You really do pray a lot for lots of things. Mostly good and humane things. Mostly with a pure and caring heart. But, son, you need to stop doing so much praying and start doing more stuff on your own. I am not up here to make your life easier and to do things for you.
When you were young, instead of praying for that bicycle, you should have been doing chores to earn money towards buying it. You could have cut more lawns, washed more cars, got a paper route, sold lemonade, or many other things other young boys were doing to earn money for the things that they wanted.
When you were in high school and prayed to me to help you do well in your wrestling matches, you should have, instead, been working harder at practice; spent more time on your conditioning; spent more time in the weight room; and studied harder on the art of wrestling.
In college, when you prayed for help on your mid-terms and finals, you should have, instead, spent more time studying and less time partying – I think that is something you already know.
Even when you pray on behalf of others – you should be doing more.
Instead of praying I would help old Mrs. Conner at the end of your street, you should have gotten up off your butt and walked down to the end of the street and looked in on her yourself. You could have offered to go to the store for her, pick up her prescriptions or simply keep her company in her final years.
When you prayed for me to care for the starving children around the world, you should have been volunteering to help out yourself or donating more money towards this cause. If you funneled all the money you spent on unnecessary junk food and extra meals you consumed throughout the years towards charities that help feed and clothe the poor, you could have saved many of the children you prayed that I would save.
Instead of praying that I cure your family, friends and acquaintances that you knew were ill or dying, you should have been visiting them in the hospital or writing them letters or providing assistance to their loved ones to help ease their pain.
Prayer is not the vehicle for you to be lazy and yet gain the rewards. Prayer is not a means to have me do for others what you have the power and ability to do yourself.
I am glad that you talk to me, but you have been granted the ability and means to do so much more by yourself and yet you choose to take the easy way out and pray to me – the God that I know you are confused about. Please, do me a favor, and before you pray, ask yourself, ‘Have I exhausted all avenues available to me to achieve the result I want God to perform?’
If, after you have done everything you can possibly do, then I may be more willing to consider what it is you ask for.
And now, my son, you can wake up.”
I sat up quickly in my bed, sweating and confused. Was I just dreaming? Was that really God talking to me? Then, somewhere from deep inside, either from my conscious or a left-over message from the Almighty Himself, I thought (or heard): “What does it matter? Whether it was God or not – the message is valid and something I probably already knew.”
“Well,” I said to myself, in prayer, “I will give it my best. But, is it okay if we still talk? It kind of helps to give me strength?”
I will take that as a, “Yes”.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
by DipolarTaoist G. O. Dillenbeck
These invite your most integral multiple choice responses.
Please choose your one best answer,
recognizing you may often find more than one choice
resonant with your own experiences,
and/or interior and exterior climatic feelings
Would you rather garden,
take care of your own yard
or any other form of skilled work
with your hands
as co-arising ego-mind:
A. By yourself,
if and when your family and/or vocational colleagues
are not equally co-invested in your future projected healthy outcomes.
B. With others,
especially if they are family and/or vocational colleagues,
capable of co-arising cooperative co-investment,
as you are,
and express this intent
in ways you also care for your internal and external skill-sets,
emerging gestalt balance,
deductive LeftBrain with inductively bicameral Elder RightBrain,
autonomic bicameral resonance,
ecological-dialectical regenerative orthopraxis,
your way of poetically metamorphing, polypathing,
passionate co-investment within
shared RealTime internal/external deep-rich reiterating-resonant experience.
C. As Plan A above, because of Plan B above;
and as a holonic regenerator within Plan B above, because of too much Plan A self-hypnotic experience above,
for Cooperative Self/Other CQI Optimizing Health Outcomes.
Would you rather communicate effectively and efficiently and therapeutically,
most certainly non-violently,
as managed by your active love and peaceful contentment?
[Rather than more competitive and negative counterparts,
your anti-social enculturation history,
your anger and fear management exegesis
and co-arising negative-emergent issue orientation,
dissonantly and persistently eisegetical noise,
economic and political as dis-ecological imbalance issues
of chronic-hypnotic-aptic pathology,
anti-climatic stress, discomfort, discontent,
bicameral Yang/Yin ongoing contentiousness.]
A. Just within yourself,
in a more introverted-yin
and sometimes depressing
“we all have to ego-die sometime”
sort of unkind nature-way,
at least disruptive to our dreams of endless gorgeous-growth, lush-rich incorporated
Yang hypnotically LoseLose dominating,
rather than equivalently loving,
Yin as AlienEarthOther's CoArising Presence.
B. With others,
especially if they have 7-Generation therapeutic cooperative community planning,
maybe even correlated budgeting and co-investment support experience,
permacultural economic ego-health co-development maturity,
preferably both personal as well as political,
co-investment through communication design,
eco-networking dialectical capacity,
demonstrating WinWin PoliEconomic PolyCulturally Positive Health Outcomes
at individual Ego,
and other EcoSystemic levels
currently merging Ego/Eco optimizing slow-growth
healthy political-cooperative economies
tipping toward EcoLogical interior/exterior climatic Balance.
C. EquiValent Plan A-Ego and Plan B-Eco Balance,
as co-arising dipolar Yang/Yin prime co-relational,
appositionally bilateral as bicameral,
notnot cognitive dissonance equivalency with something like
ecoconscious operatic bodhisattva as bilateral-messianic vocation, purpose, original intent,
exegetical historic RNA/DNA fractal-fold-functional temporal resonance.
Would you rather live and breathe,
sing and dance,
celebrate and eulogize,
advocate and occupy,
vote and discern,
deliberate and contest,
debate or discern
A. By yourself,
for obvious non-competing economic
and ego-monocultural social-political reasons.
B. With others,
especially if they too
breathe day in
as each night out
ecoconsciously bicameral wu wei
TippingPoint MidWay (0)-Balancing
shared-Earth-and-Atmosphere teleological vocation
as polyculturing ecotherapeutic love of Self as Other as Earth Holonic EcoSystems,
with cooperatively network-nested economies
of politically polypathic ecologic.
C. Both Plan A as Plan B,
mutually co-arising "truth" confluence
as Tao’s WinWin Ego/Eco "beauty" Timing.
Thank you for always and everywhere choosing C,
and other Plan C oriented candidates
for economic and political
as ecological bicameral-balance
of Earth-thru-Ego-healthy leadership.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
evrod samuel | Details |
THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY
No one worries about morals today
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on the outside looking in
Are the only ones feeling queasy
As avarice and selfishness triumphs
Good corporate citizens they claim to be
Industry awards abound on their walls
As thank you tokens from themselves
Yet society harbours a lot of ill-will
As it feels the often brute force of
And destroy mentality
Of people only wishing to make money
Any which way
While Using up all of society’s communal resources
The waters are forever bloody as they
Know no fraternity and would gladly
Cannibalize anyone with no influence
The ability to upend competitors
A cherished characteristic
In a bullish machismo drenched environment
Bullet proof psyches
Absorb and repel any pangs
Blocking any regulatory or chattering classes’
Attempt at nirvana and equality
They employ better paid lobbyist
So always have the upper hand
In influencing policy
The gravitational attraction of money
Towards another even bigger pot of money
Numbs any cautionary instinct
That would take a long term view
The thrill of instant riches
Overpowers common sense
And even decency
Fat cats they all wish to be
The slickness of glossy tongued lobbyist
Who spin wrongs till they become rights
Embolden oestrogen low males with no inbuilt brakes
To take risks that eventually cost them disgrace
They are champions of graft not of society
Loopholes in legislation
That were built in by too friendly politicians
Coupled with ambiguous suits and claims
Cause far reaching hardship when the good old days are long gone
The villains only muster some phantom national pride
When begging for a lighter sentence
Some are forgiven
Others fatally wounded by an unforgiving public
Lots of money can be made both legally and illegally
As one racket is closed another materialises instantly
The conveyor belt of dishonesty
Who is not David to the goliath that is money
The ethos is wealth
The acquisition and the maintaining of gains
Not often acquired through hard work
There is no limit of acceptable financial comfort
For the millionaire always wants to be a billionaire
And the mega rich super rich
Money must always be hidden from the taxman
Shareholders want tax free dividends
Investors want tax breaks for buying with other people’s money
Infrastructure and new runways must be built
But not from the pocket of those who wish it
With their hands outstretched
And always wanting more and more
From a government too eager to please
We have a tax system geared to the advantage of party donors
And non-domiciled moguls and tycoons
Who know no philanthropy unless it is tax efficient
Disadvantaging society by
Never paying their fair and moral share
The largess they reap so selfishly
They wish not to share
Wages are low
Taxes are nil
Only the investor wins as we pay his bills
Fast paced expansionist dogma
Is preached within city limits
Only the highest paid
The biggest company
The greatest profits
They are held up as ideals that all who
Wish to succeed must follow
Gunslingers they all appear to be
Rushing in to capitalize on the wanton success of their peers
The cloud of misery left behind
Is never seen for the look forward
Hindsight is never welcomed in this parasitic environment
The political will to weed out these reckless demons
Is lukewarm at best
The revolving door of government creating opportunities
For industry and industry gratefully accepting politicians post government
Ensures that self-interest is king
An economy built on flawed assumptions of wealth creation
Is one that must forever be in hyper-drive
Creating ever expanding demand and supply
That is as real as a thief’s conscience
When taking the rings off a dead persons fingers
Money must always be made for
There is no alternative
Wealth is good
Poverty to them is laziness
The city is not the heart and soul
Of the nation
It is but one player in a system skewed in its favour
We all must share in the wealth of this country
To ensure its longevity
Copyright © evrod samuel | Year Posted 2013
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
I would add to all Evolutionary Cooperative Warriors
a nuance regarding my teleological
defined as "freedom to choose"
as not necessarily sufficient to define my purpose of evolution
v. purpose of devolution, decay, death.
Earth's regenerative evolution
slow-grows freedom to love synergetic health
as we despise monocultural predative fat deposits,
most certainly contentedly munching cooperative health ecotherapy,
but revolution quick-fades competing freedoms to choose
as we more accurately call this devolution,
confusion and chaos and struggling-against-Other violence
climatic and chronically dissonant stress, change
that can no longer sustain,
inviting our release of grasp
to co-prehend positive evolution
revolving ecotherapeutic global intent,
clearly well-incarnated karma through the full range
of North and South
East and West,
and both your Right and Left Bicamerally Balancing hemispheres,
more or less inductive Right dancing with deductive Left's geometrics of
mind-body functions and frequency and syntax, and then Language,
of diversely cooperative,
but never competing against,
exchanging weapons of humor
for terrors of cultural ugliness.
Allah cries in fear articulating midway anger
only when S/He loses
a more neutral-naturally-balanced sensory humor,
good rich fertility for humane designing ecojustice.
If our political and/or economic agenda
is not confluent with "mutually-subsidiary co-arising cooperative"
cannot resonate with Allah's regenerative Earth,
you might reframe your teleology
of who and what you are hating and killing
with partial-will but full-intent.
Why would you dare think Allah's regenerative recreation
is so anemically weak
that your terror is any more or less
a concern of Universal Benign Intelligence
than is your NotBenign hate for,
as well as your reasonable concerns about,
NorthWestern rapacious greed,
and concomitant gathering of calcifying fat deposits,
amongst their ego-centric Publicans
and anthro-centric Sinners?
If you want to defend-against
overly secularized culture
you cannot gain this outcome
with overly secularized, and negatively-disenculturing tools
of competitive violence and terror.
Rather, Be Allah's PolyCulturing Paradise!
in the errors and the blessings
of your mutually subsidiary
I'm sure you can do better than
blasting your soil and water and air
into a flat-line state of total collapse,
and if you can't
there are many permacultural evolutionaries
amongst and beyond
our mosqued Tribe.
And then you might teach them
what you know about cooperative loans
and interest rates
and tribal re-investment.
And then they might respond
by suggesting you apply your already existing cooperative economy
to the internet
as a resource for cooperative economics,
to In/ExFormation Polynomial Network's own ecological synergetic/loving/co-fertile bicameral vision
of health v. pathology for co-arising dialectically dipolar ecosystems.
Sun Advents East
to settle West
to arise again, Easterly...
for all Earth's Tribes
temporally-spaciated neural memory information:
syntax-as-seasonal/reasonal-sequential/temporally-developmental: RNA/DNA PolyNomial Language, P = N(NP), as U = (-,-)C
as +1QByte = [-(-P)],
is both bicamerally-analogical and binary-digital applied
Special Case External Landscape health/pathology trend analysis
as to our more MetaSystemic PolyCulturing Time-Balancing DNA-syntaxed, Interior Right-Left Brain Balancing DominantHealth/RecessivePathology Economic and Political Landscape,
PermaCulturally speaking, of course,
good for building healthy mosques and families
and future PolyCulturally Health-Beloved generations.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
T Wignesan | Details |
Unquotable quotes – Lawyers: XX
(No aspersions are willfully or otherwise cast on the honorable profession of the Law. Though I’m not a Barrister, I passed – through self-study – all the subjects at the Bar Examinations set by the Inns of Court School of Law, London, by 1956. And my knowledge of the practice of the law is derived from being compelled as a litigant nearly all my adult life.)
“The Law is an Ass” for lawyers often squat on the Ass.
“Only a fool goes to court without a lawyer”, yet only a nincompoop/dumbkopf/retardé mental will go to court – period!
When lawyers get together, they talk Culture, the commodity they most wish they could own.
Whenever you are in the presence of an unsuccessful lawyer, be truly aware you’re in the presence of the next President of the Republic.
The first time you walk into a lawyer’s chambers as a client, you’ll be convinced there’s such a thing as Divine Justice. Then on, you’ll walk the plank without being pushed.
Notice how when lawyers go on strike, the breast of the Lady of the Balance of Justice heaves more freely and gently.
Never ever lend an ear to the suggestion that lawyers all should be put on the government’s payroll: this is worse than downright blasphemy.
If you have plenty of money and you don’t know what to do with it, then go see a lawyer – he’ll help you be free of it.
Remember, from the very moment you walk into a lawyer’s chambers, you put yourself at his service twenty-four hours a day preparing your case – for him.
Always remember when you go to see a lawyer with your case: you want to put a stop to a life-threatening nuisance; lawyers don’t ever want that to end.
When a lawyer tells you to do something, always make certain you DID it.
Marry a lawyer and you’ll most certainly make an appearance in the dock for something you have not done.
Always choose a lawyer of the opposite sex in your divorce case: (s)he’ll aid and abet you in your wrong-doing for the purpose of first-hand evidence.
Don’t forget that the time you spend in a lawyer’s office is 90% used up with personal calls under the guise of in-coming calls from other clients, but you foot the bill for all.
The more famous a lawyer is, the more schooled is he in the art of losing cases with oratory and panache.
Do not wonder why the crucial documents you gather at great expense for your defence - at the request of lawyers – somehow never get mentioned or produced during a trial or hearing.
A lawyer who takes on more than he can chew always turns up late for the hearing/audience/trial – only to ask for a postponement.
Some lawyers oddly enough forget on whose side they are pleading their case – much to their own surprise when the judgment is handed down.
Don’t ever forget that the lawyers’ own disciplinary boards are elected by their own ilk.
Lawyers don’t marry lawyers for fear that the divorce case might last longer than the marriage.
Is the solicitor (in England) a tout between the barrister and the client?
Lawyers are never guilty of negligence or ignorance even if their clients are obliged to appeal the lower court judgment.
How many crimes get to be committed in the actual deliberations and formulations of procedures in cases? Has anyone made a count?
How many the billions who simply let torts, crimes and wrong-doing submerge them – day in and day out – without respite?
Everybody knows the bigger the name, the bigger the lawyer’s fees. The more money you have, the better your chances of getting off the hook.
When an innocent man is condemned, who is to blame? The prosecution? The Bench? Or the lawyers? Or all? Do they ever pay?
Legal aid is another form of grudged hate.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016.
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016