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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Fuller Ironic Future

Your true self is intelligence
and the rest of you, only appearance,
don't lose sight of your true self,
don't waste your time chasing trivial
yet unobtainable goals.
Rumi (M Mafi, trans)

Physical is always special case.
Energy is physical
and always special case.
Information is always special case.
Energy is information:
information is energy.
Special case is always realized
by its energetic information.
Dimension is unique frequency information.
Time incrementation is special case information.
Concept is general:
information is quantitative
(special case).
Buckminster Fuller, 1979, 1075.12, p. 446.

No one of us
and all of us together,
believe in optimal intelligence, information, integrity within 
ourselves,
our families,
our Earth,
our God,
with coincidental absence of any intelligence,
information,
integrity,
wisdom,
power,
presence among, without,
in Special Case Physical Universe.

Warnings Against the Use of Force
predict Warnings Advocating the Use of Tao-Balance
as Active Peace Natural Special Case Information
Natural Systemic Integrity
Energy Ionic and Ergodic Balancing Intelligence.

Those investing Tao teleology to help deploy power
within Earth's Tribes and Trees,
Oppose conquest by force of arms,
    oppose violence as over-reactive conquest to control behavior,
   generate sustainable compliance.
For violence is wont to rebound.
Where competitors organize, thorns and brambles,
chaotic entropic evils and sins grow their hubris-decadent flowers.
The raising of a great Win-Lose Gaming Strategy
Yin follows with a karmic balance of overly-satiated dearth,
depressing, oppressing, suppressing living dying,
not fully alive Special Case.

Therefore Wisdom, Intelligence, Information, Integrity
effect their harmonic eco-logical purpose,
then stop with Midway Balance.
Special Case Logicians dare not react with power-over arms;
Integrity effects synergetic meaning,
and does not over-knot EcoUnity;
Intelligence effects spacetime binomially general-Commons relationship,
negentropically prime balance as universally implied by double-negative,
by avoiding too labyrinthine esoterics,
mid-metamorphic polypathicism;
Information effects positive meaning
and bows humbly toward double-binding negentropic Yin
double-negative original intents and coincidental purposes.

Special Case Wisdom affects, effects,
causes, infects regrettably responsive defense,
without remainder.
End of sentence.
Followed by fore-givenness, forebearance, 
reconcilitation, regeneration of prime confluent relationship
of active peace.

Eco-logic grows eco-centered ecojustice naturally cooperative systems,
so cannot love violence.
For Special Case Integrated Organic Systems age
age when over-extended past Primal (0) Tao Balance.

Egocentric EcoPOLYPATHOLOGY deductively-evolves
backward in time toward proactive competitive Win-Lose conquest;
the absolute spectral opposite of non-violent Win-Win orthopraxis,
where "Win" remains constant across each binomial appositional
logically-balancing position.
EcoPathology evolves violently against Special Case Information
Zero-Centric Taoism.

EcoPathologists mentor short-lived evolutionary strings
of dysfunctionally negative competitively hoarding
Left-brain dominant behavior.

If Universal Intelligent Intent is not yet commonplace understanding,
then our cooperative ecotherapeutic practice
cannot yet result in a sustained Beloved Special Case
Physical Universe.
Our lack of Universal Integrity and Wisdom practice
is our most efficient, tough-love, Teacher
of bicameral Right-Left hemispheric balanced Information Systems.

Short-sightedness,
small-mindedness,
poorly-sited natural resources,
reverse-recited ecologic,
evolving backward toward spring,
then winter's advent forward
from root toward branch
toward flowering seed
toward prime rootedness again;
discarding pretensions of ego and eco
as not eternally evolving MIDWAY interdependent Integrity,
TrimTab Tipping-Pointed Wu-Wei
Win-Win Tao's Group (0)-soul Theorem.

Prehensile pain and dissonant loss and blindness
cause short-sighted,
all too frequently recited, rehearsed, retold
repeated suffering mini-death crying for new birth.

Wrestling with God,
abundantly yielding great polypathic exercise,
misses opportunities to wrestle with God,
to wrestle with wisdom within ourselves,
to wrestle with each Other,
with cooperative eco-centric Win-Win Original Intent,
to wrestle with God of Universal Wisdom.

Only violent assumptions wrestle against,
while double-negative balancing cooperative
ecosystemic assumptions wrestle with
commonly-held distortions,
side-by-side global EarthTribe solidarity,
each challenge shared toward Future's 
self-regenerative polyculturally dynamic information.

Physical Universal Wisdom
wrestling with dissonant frequencies
revolving contortions,
resolving contentions,
eco-justicing ecotherapy optimally responsible balance
and harmonic octave functions and frequencies
with prime-fractal forms of time and memory encoded
bi-nucleic acids.

Transitionally Shifting Regeneration
toward active-peaceful contentment,
a more democratically accessible absence of irrational confusion,
less suffering short-fall well-being outcomes of Universal Intelligence
--Just the Right amount of reconnected pain and ego-loss
for neither Right nor Left of (0) Tao Center
regenerative eco-redemptive birth of EarthTribe
comprehensive multisystemic bi-consciousness.

Our well-discerned inclusive EarthTribe Truth is Wisdom
and the rest of anthro-centric Us, only appearance,
not quite so much Special Optimized Case as we would all prefer.
Don't lose sight of our Universal Permacultural Truth,
don't waste time hunting trivial egocentric dissonance
with unsustainable sub-optimizing Win-Lose outcomes.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck


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


Long poem by Demetrios Trifiatis | Details |

WE ARE BROTHERS

WE ARE BROTHERS


1.

Don’t look at me as though I am an alien or stranger,
Don’t let the dagger of antipathy fly out of your eyes,
                                                     I am your neighbor! 

Don’t call me foe, antagonist or rival,
Don’t roll up your mistrustful sleeves to have a fight,
                                                             I am your friend!

Don’t hold this murderous weapon in your kind hand,                                                              
Don’t deny me the right to work, to eat, to live,
                                                       I am your BROTHER!
                                         

2.

If destiny willed me to be born on this side of the
                                                      Frontier line,
If my parents wished me these clothes to wear
                           And taught me their own dances,
                                 Do we have to be adversaries?   

If fate desired me to speak this foreign tongue,
And the color of my skin to be different than yours,
                             Do we have to be competitors?

If necessity decided in this country, in the North,
                          or South, or East, or West to live,
                               Do we have to be opponents?

If I believe in Jesus, Jehovah, Krishna, Buddha,
                                                  Brahma or Allah, 
If this is my philosophy, my tradition, my history
                                                      and my culture,
                                    Do we have to be enemies?

                              NO! A million times NO!
                                               

3.

Please, look at me with new eyes and through away
                                         your injurious prejudices,
What do you see but a person like you who wants,
                     Desires and hopes the same things in life:
Happiness, family, well-being, a home, some friends,
                                                                Some love,
Look! I walk, I talk, I eat, I sleep, I dream, I laugh and
                                                              I cry, just like you,
I’m born, I grow up, I learn, I suffer, I bleed and
                                                             I die, just like you,
I’m a father, a mother, a brother, a sister, a son, a daughter,
                                                                          Just like you,
You see, we are alike, we are the same, we are
                                                              BROTHERS!


4.

Listen to me my neighbor, my friend, my ally,                                                                   
I am telling you the truth:
We are victims of schemes well- planned in advance,
By deceitful, evil-hearted men who wished,
Your distraction and mine, 

They: masters of savage forgery, dividers
                                                           Of mankind,
Have tricked us throughout history with
                                                  Well-orchestrated lies,
And with treacherous stories, these intellectually impotent
                                                                       criminals,
Have instilled tons of poison in your heart and
                                                            mine,
Thus, by cultivating hatred, bitterness and
                                                             rage,
Managed to shape us to ruthless foes, to merciless enemies,
                                                                   To cruel animals,
Please, listen to me! It is true! We are
                                                           BROTHERS!


5.

Let us, therefore, with irresistible will cross all frontier
                                                                            lines,
That the past has erected between us, thus making divisions
                                                                             Vanish.

                                                                                 
Let us, with supreme power, break the bonds of history,
Religion and culture and run into each- others arms,

Let us uproot, from our tormented hearts, thorny mistrust
That was planted there thousands of years ago,

Let us seize ammunition from distractive hatred
 And make war capitulate,

Let us sink the cholera of bitterness in the affectionate sea
Of universal brotherhood and finally,

Let us unite and march to higher claims, to incomparable glory,
Where peace can blossom today,

Thus, both of us my brother, AT LAST! Will go to sleep,
Fearless of each other tonight!

                                                                           
  ©    Demetrios Trifiatis
           08 June 2013




                                                                           


Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis


Long poem by Robert Ronnow | Details |

Enduring Spinning: Agriculture, Culture and War

You can feel it spinning
                                fast
the Chinese, Japanese, American and European junk
orbiting at several thousand miles per hour could
                                                                  punch
a hole in your armor, future. Thanksgiving passes, then Christmas.
A nuclear detonation, we absorb that fact. The scientist in us
delays sadness by recording observations. What is is,
sorrow's for tomorrow.

By reducing probabilities to near zero I hope to avoid sorrow.
In yr suburb.
In history when there were many fewer people we still found reason
to cross space, explore, trade and war. Now
                                                            overpopulation
may not be the problem but food and water shortages
get our attention.
                         I have Korf's fears.
And hear what I want to hear.

Some hear singing, some hear speeches or complaining.
Martin Luther King sang his complaints, dreamed of a brotherly nation
which came to pass, spinning fast, past Thanksgivings, past jailings
into reconnaissance, small wars, drones, renaissance, inventions.
At the border,
                    where the Juaristas fought Maximilian:
Benito Juarez (1806-1872) Zapotec Amerindian who served five terms as president of Mexico. He was the first Mexican leader who did not have a military background and also the first full-blooded indigenous person to lead a country in the western hemisphere in over 300 years. For resisting French occupation, overthrowing the Empire, and restoring the Republic, Juarez is regarded as Mexico's greatest and most beloved leader.

Each soldier chooses what war at what border, or just
                                                                         shows up
spinning with the planet.
The neighborhood and surrounding nature is orderly.
But always there is implied force, violence holding it together,
                                                                                   chaos
is contained
kept out of the playground, government buildings, children's games
but lies within
the force maintaining order, a spinning tumor, a gyroscope of
                                                                                  inertia.
                                                                                                                
The force of the spinning, the speed of the force bring one to one's
      death
seasons, weather, earth.
                                   While the emperor's being beheaded
enduring seeds are discovered and invented, cross-fertilized and bred.
Corn, yams, potatoes, sunflowers, rice.
                                                      Food is life and a good study,
useful discipline
                      daily meditation.
                                             The fighting man protects the farmer
and the farmer feeds the fighting man.
They elect the governor
                                  who serves the people. Peace out.

Peace and war are transitory manifestations of spinning
electrons, planets.
                          The sun's a nuclear detonation, essential
to spring and planting. Food is life. Seeds endure
if man goes to his daily discipline. If woman is man.
Birth and death
                      together are orderly, the border can be known,
voluntarily. How we live together, by prayer or force,
is our story.

Knowledge
from laboratory to starry corridor keeps us very
                                                                 versed.
Did Juaristas consider the rights of animals not to be eaten?
Not during that spinning.
                                  And perform the history that surrounds us.
All that can be done
is written in the spinning:
The people of the land, the Indian farmers of North America - like their counterparts in Mesoamerica, the Andean region, and the Amazon - have continuously cultivated maize, beans, squash and other crops for more than five thousand years. One of the salient features of their traditional farming systems is the high degree of biodiversity. These traditional farming systems have emerged over centuries of cultural and biological evolution, and they represent the accumulated experience of indigenous farmers interacting with the environment without access to external inputs, capital or scientific knowledge. In Latin America alone, more than 2.5 million hectares under traditional agriculture in the form of raised fields, polycultures, agroforestry systems and the like document indigenous farmers' successful adaptations to difficult environments.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Why Life

Why does dawn dress morning,
while dusk undresses sight?
Each dawn incarnates another Earth Day
as Easter morning's redeeming revolution,
another day of gift-it-forward light,
some longer,
some shorter before naked covered night.

Why life?
To uncover love's enlighting invitation,
integrity's eco-creative comprehensive meaning.
To discover love life sustained 
as Earthdependent ego-death's belonging.
To recover co-passion's perpetual peaceful pilot light,
decomposing fire's burning fuel rate 
and flow toward warm home health 
and eternal sight.

Why rehabilitation,
repurposing of people, 
places,
property,
plants, 
possessions, 
permaculturing planet?
Recreation unfolds redemptive revolutions,
dawning/darkening new each moment 
and day 
and life
and communality 
and species,
paradigm and meme,
language and information,
form as dynamically evolving function,
inclusive conscience as emerging consciousness,
each loving act of mutual gravity's ego-eco zero-solidarity practice.

Therapeutic intent to rehabit and repurpose
to recycle
recreate
regenerate
grows internally nutritious inspirational DNA roots,
externally natural trans-generational branches,
ecological economics healing cooperative Paradise Lost
within our Tree of Life and Death, 
and without our Tree of Languaged "Good" and "Evil,"
comprehensive polymorphic rooted organic landscapes
of Ego absorbing SuperEcoing Earth's bi-versing systems.

Language both fertilizes and farms,
produces and consumes
echoes and enthymemes
nouns and verbs
subjects and objectives
grows and harvests 
induces and deduces,
inhales and exhales
yangs and yins
optimizes and purges
lives and dyes
universalizes and unites vision
sight
light
sound
feelings
paradigms
polyculture
polypaths.

Speech and thought can both rehabit and repurpose understanding,
comprehensive comprehension,
co-passion feeds con-science
as anthrocentric peace fills out ecojustice.

DNA's temporal analysis decomposes and recreates cultural memory, 
image and imagination, 
hope and faith,
despairing dreams predicting sintaxing cultural decay,
raping eco-screams restricting life's potential,
universal dark negentropy swallowing and regurgitating
inhaling and exhaling
Earth's teleosynthetic life of time-squared light,
both dissonance and confluence,
double-negatives justifying ecological positive,
contentiousness challenging co-operating contentedness,
fearing ego-death inviting beloved full climax life,
longing creating belonging.

Noticing dipolar relationships,
Ego-yangs within not-not Eco-yin's Earth flight,
enriches polypathic fields of analogical Win-Win evolutionary perception,
growing consciousness of interdependent iconic-ionic paradigms,
Double Dark dynamic love between weeds and flowers,
brother and sister transparent organic farm
of deeply resonant ecologic.

Bi-id-entified RNA rests simply silent void
growing confidence in SuperEco's compelling righteous revolution
resonant resolution
swelling discontented longing roots
to regenerate co-passion's peacefilled leafing NOW.

SuperEco is to Yang/Yin integrative power potential
as Id-entity is to Yang/Yin voiceless harmony, 
listening discernment to and of and in and by DNA's regenerative systems,
as non-violent intent is to recreative peace and ecojustice practice,
as inclusive  intuitive conscience grows co-passion's Beloved Community.

Decompositional function of polynomial binary/binomial language 
grows information's reverse hierarchy QByte octaved bicameral systems,
where Right-brain not-not polynomial 
rediscovers binomial space as fractal time's construction,
revolving double-boundaried resolution of eternal time, 
coincidental
co-relational meeting of infinitely omnipresent past with omnipotent future.

Regenerate function of language creates,
subjects objectives to empirical scrutiny,
nouns verbs toward analogical futurity, 
inspires,
enjoys,
insights,
brights dawns both ecologically wise and economically (0)-summed co-operative,
fueling Earth's Win-Win co-passioning power toward globally peaceful justice.
 
Eco-systemic comprehension both fuels and farms permacultural love,
organic ecotherapy for all four seasons,
including advent's winterish purgation,
winnowing Identity's weedy monocultural/monomial root assumptions,
composting Earth Tree's rehabiting spring branches
stretching out gravity's mutual gratitude 
toward Omniscientific Eco's radiant bi-temporal light.

Why regenerate living?
Why not decompose dying?

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck


Long poem by Robert Ronnow | Details |

Cameron Diaz

Herpetologist meets actress (Cameron Diaz).
If he's funny he's me.
South America or Africa (on location).
In a diamond mind.
The protagonists (lovers), the diamonds, the miners and the minders.
By minders I (he) mean (means) watchers, organizers, supervisors.
As all art must: choose a focus.
The personal is political said Cameron on the night bus to Quebec.
I had never met a girl so willing to make love in public.
Open to it.

To what extent is violence necessary? And
is that the essential question or
should violence be accepted as man's state, fate
a more essential question existing beyond or below
peace or war. Perhaps
the religious and (for the irreligious) sacred injunction
against egregious violence exists
to still ourselves
to open ourselves
to the deeper question. That Cameron Diaz is funny and beautiful
is hopeful. And the telescope and microscope have extended
the eye's appreciation. Under the microscope
Cameron becomes a collection of foreign, alien, uncompassionate,
      selfish, self-organizing
organisms. Frightening, inexorable, fascinating
to the scientist in you!

To the telescope
vanishingly small, infinitesimal as the farthest sun
only smaller
smaller by magnitudes of magnitudes of ten
and incinerated in a nanosecond. Gone
from the movie (photographs the contents of which move
for the naked eye).
I cannot help what I do or hope.

Anyway, it's a love story
or science project, socio-political documentary. An essay.
An essay about how it is actually impossible to say what you mean
but it is possible with a lifetime of meditation and study to shut up
and know what you meant.

Now I'm deaf.
I can see Cameron Diaz but not hear her.
The guy, the herpetologist, at first colorless turns out to be
colorful as a bird or snake!
He knows a lot about snakes, and birds! Not only how they mate
but what they eat
(amateur botanist)
where they rest
what they do with their pain. Do they get depressed?
Can they have guests?
How do they judiciously employ violence to organize and defend
the nest.

The international collective remains insufficiently organized
resulting in violence and threats of violence that interrupt
commerce, procreation (love) and the pursuit of happiness (Cameron
      Diaz)
at least for certain populations, sometimes.
Otherwise, most men, most times, live in peace excepting
flood or fire God or man may
choose to impose.
I lay in my bed and listen naked.
Have a good day (Diaz).
The goddess does not exist, except as bone.

Around this time (July)
the queen yellow jacket (redcoat) searches
blind and deaf
for a ledge or cavity to build a city of her descendants
safe, that they can defend.
Most cities
prosper, undisturbed
and sleeping peacefully, overwinter. We, however,
remain active, Cameron Diaz makes winter movies or
love stories in South America, and I
delight to imagine her herpetologist. Or one who
discovers the sun
around which a habitable, understandable, compatible
orb orbs. Or
maybe the movie's about the revolution, soldiers dying defending
this dictator or that dreamer
and the movie completely failing, not even trying, to explain how
the sons and daughters of the dying soldiers (miners) feel
fishing alone, hunting for wisdom, thereafter.
Sure, these men chose violence, not Cameron Diaz, and were not
farmers, botanists or herpetologists
their tools could have been and should have been the telescope or
      microscope
but are there enough microscopes and telescopes to go around
and did we not (taxpayers, movie makers) encourage them to
defend Cameron Diaz?

Man's world is insufficiently organized to preclude violence
in allocating resources (Cameron Diaz).
When we invade Iraq
to defend our allies and interests
with rockets and rocket throwers, Rockettes and Cameron Diaz
each man (each Diaz) must make his
own individual choice
whether this war
is worth fighting for or the next or the worst.
Go to jail, go directly to waterboard, at the hands of
your local police, chamber of commerce.
Learn how to walk the desert and the universe.
The names of rocks and planets,
that being the only answer to the hyperorganization that is a cancer on
      our insufficient organization.

I was reading Foreign Affairs
The Case Against the West by Kishore Mabubami (Cameron Diaz).
How can I relinquish my privileged position
sit still, lie naked
until what constitutes consent of the governed and non-violent change,
      Cameron Diaz,
to her herpetologist
is known.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow


Long poem by Gerald Kithinji | Details |

Give Peace A Chance Part 1

Like the twelfth
juror in the play
I must say I am not
convinced
For I know a recipe
for trouble 
I have seen the
double standards
And I do not approve
this for Kenya
I will never approve
it, and neither
Would you, dear
friend of Kenya
If you saw what I
most clearly see, 
For you, too, know a
recipe for ire
That promptly
transforms into dire
Consequences for
those unwary
Of the machinations
of self-interest

These are myriad,
the machinations  
And Africa is
totally unprepared
Just like South
America for
centuries
For we have
forgotten the real
heroes
And think our
enemies are they who
bled
To free Africa, for
in our minds they
looted
A few inches of our
land for their
kinsmen
A current
unforgivable outrage
indeed 

And yet there were
those of Africa
Who, routinely,
betrayed our
struggle 
To rid Africa of
colossal colonial
vestiges
These we have
forgiven and moved
on
For ‘tis not right
that we should be
stuck
In a time-warp or
worse through
ineptitude 

Now we have
‘liberators’ who
daily oppress
Erstwhile liberators
in the hope of
usurping
The liberation
struggle and
supplanting it 
With a breed that
totally ignores the
history
That was written
with the blood of
our people.

 For them, the
ultimate sacrifice, 
Deserving the
ultimate accolade
Is this deformed
limb of yesterday
Not the sixty plus
years of servitude
I shudder at the
thought, I do, I do
Brother, for I know
full well the truth
It is not to be
found in this lie,
this lie
I say, it cannot be
found here, no!
We are busy
negotiating the
truth
For we know not what
the truth is
And the more we
negotiate 
The further we get
from it
The more we seek
assurance 
The less certain we
get, brother
I can see that,
brother, I can see
And so can you,
brother, if you look

If you look inward
and seek the truth

You cannot negotiate
the truth with
strangers
You cannot seek
retribution through
strangers
For, strange though
it sounds,
encouragement 
From outsiders has
an outside chance of
success
If it undermines the
inside view, the
local input
I see that happening
here, my brother, I
see it
And I’m saddened,
for I wish it were
not so
I long for a
permanent
understanding
A permanent truce, a
permanent pact
And this can only
come from within
Not from without,
never, never! 
 
What have we learned
from the Middle East
conflict?
What have we learned
from the Congo
conflicts?
What have we learned
from the Iraq
conflict?
What have we learned
from global
conflicts?

Nothing? And so the
conflicts continue!
Learn something and
dissolve your ire
In a locally brewed
long-term quencher
That the communities
involved can own
And claim to have-
as the only solution
With local
mechanisms of
enforcement
And universally
acceptable local
censure

The Hague process is
a poor remedy 
For a supposed
conflict that did
not exist
A swift sweep of
dirt under the
carpet
Of politics, power,
greed, retribution
By the very
protagonists who
will fuel
Future conflicts in
the same zone, yes,
I do not claim to
know all or even
most
But this I do know,
we are all watching
Our kinsmen dancing
on a volcano!
And the world will
say, as it has
always,
That this is savage
Africa at work as
usual
Yet I know and you
know that it is not.

It took Europe over
a hundred years
To settle down, nay,
longer, much so
For when was it that
Napoleon reigned
And Bismark sought
to annex France			
And Adolf Hitler
thought he was God?
In the 19th century
Europe experienced
Twenty one revolts
and uprisings
And twenty six full
blown wars
From the Irish
Rebellion of 1803
To the Greco-Turkish
War of 1897

The twelve year
Napoleonic Wars 
The Serbian
uprisings 
The Russo-Persian
wars
French invasion of
Spain 
The War of the
Malcontents 
The Russo-Turkish
and Liberal Wars
The Tithe War, the
Albanian Revolts 
The Galisian
Slaughter, the
Carlist Wars
The Albanian
Revolts, the Mahtra
War,
The Hungarian
Revolutionary War of
Independence
The sixteen year
Wars of Italian
Independence
The Schleswig Wars,
the Crimean War
The Epirus and
Cretan Revolts
The Austro-Prussian
War
The Franco-Prussian
War
The Russo–Turkish
War 
The Greco–Turkish
War
The Serbo-Bulgarian
War
The Cod (not Cold)
War
What kind of war did
they not fight?
Is it not by the
Grace of God
That they can claim
European unity
And play football in
the same league





Copyright © Gerald Kithinji


Long poem by HINA NASIR | Details |

MOON n me

As darkness absorbed in my reveries, my usual lapse accommodated itself in height of melancholy but not in this conscience. Then I found myself in my room and my window opened. Everything in upheaval, a white structure, huge, marvelously at apex of my window. I in white robe swayed to it, it was moon at my window side. 
It said: my and your air is full of cry and clamor, I have advanced in blackest abysses but I found your inflictions darker then so, why? I sharply spitted all skulked pains, hypnotically. I being the slave of my doctrines, told every stealthily guarded impulse, not fearing of any undignified disclosure anymore. I stretched my dreary monotony and passionately exaggerated some sentimental wailings of past.  It reposed in meticulous care and said: only contentment and engaged happiness would have been an impracticable theory in this world, every being is balanced, by faults and sanity of soul, there are boundaries defined for every sense, every pleasure and grief, why do you preoccupy yourself in such petty calculations of your life?
 I said: moon, you are just like me.
It asked how, I said, we both take our real selves in the darkness.
Agreed moon said: But we both shine.
I said: yes, you the white light and then my words strangled.
Moon seized the auspicious moment and corresponded: and you in your eyes shedding, 
Agreed me said, there is one more thing, we both embody our abandonments, you got pierced holes in your body, while my dejection gave me an amper self. But my friend, I said to my new attested loyalty; every night you are there, out, visible, ready to receive anticipated attentions, I don’t. I just cannot make it.
Moon said in angular features; don’t appeal your agony by this agile mind.
My voice thwarted, no! It’s a righteous opinion of myself. I confine myself from the very dearest minds, as an adulated stranger, unoriginal, my friend, I execute my every desire by myself, you don’t. My acquired timidity fails me to claim my accessible pleasures. 
While it accused a glance at me I said further, Moon! You do run and disappear and I don’t, I shove my existence in this perilous structure. If you’d be me and I be you, then before this presumed suicide , if you and I beeline, I in space from up there , you in my body , we both shall share some suavity of our jeopardies then. 
It smiled, swiftly swelled: look, every night a star dies nears by me, every night a being twinkles at my foot , I appreciate the beauty and spin, then it dies , I grieve and hollows appears in me by these buried brutalities of my life. These are the significant truths of our lives my friend. Our lives suffer friction but don’t forget that they are prevailed by wiser counsels, and one day I and you, every being would diffuse in nothing but dust. Then there your soul would be your originality, thought it must be unexceptional but welcomed , if you passed every fraction of your life weighing your life in demerits and merits. If the indecent world violates your decency then don’t forget, your fiends would not dissolve you, but the prejudices that you hold against yourself would destroy you. There is one life, to show to act. This is the texture of man’s soul and life. Don’t try to be the victim but the ultimate verdict of tranquility, like a saint, grow on the thorn, be a flower, this is where peace and happiness would spring.
My voice stuttered, swayed my head down, as in a way accepting the just summarized by its loyal visit. A heavy and sullen silence resided, it was sufficient to soliloquy. We both felt cold and found our answers, that there are going to be no answers for our intellectual mazes, in this life, in this existence they are beheld by Him, our accumulated burdens are only to be lifted by valor, from Him. I wanted to raise my face and look at my alien splendor when just then a ray illuminated us, moon had gone and I dropped on the ground after this anomalous experience. Thrust back in the darkness of my room, closed in satiation. Like from every dream I returned in an awkward dilemma. My audible intimations with moon produced an attested loyalty in my heart. As I woke, I descended to my window, same barren view, but my heart had an appreciable relief, my sight blind to beauty was now seeing, dear ones around me, though it was late to claim the ones lost but I was wise now, enough to survive with some left love in my heart. The assembled arguments with moon had arrested my malign thoughts and my head along with the path was light now.

Copyright © HINA NASIR


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

We Tao the Hokey-Pokey

What goes up
must come down.
What goes out
must come in.
What goes before
must come behind.
What folds
must unfold.
When time is knotted
it must unknot.
When space explains radiantly
convexly
then time implies mutually gravitationally and cooperatively,
and concavely.
What information organizes square rootedly
must decompose fractally and binomially,
in binary octaves of reverse Win-Win hierarchy.

We place love as apex of our hierarchy of values,
but what we most love is peaceful justice for all,
including ourselves of course,
and what might peace become
while being sufficiency of time to live together fully,
synergetically,
with full-octaved integrity,
as our daily incarnational belonging habitat
both within our metaphysical eco-landscape
and our physical-logistical-metasystemic ecotherapeutic praxis.

Perhaps we might grow more permaculturally accurate,
and balanced,
more harmonically loving,
more crystal-fractal Commons-Clear,
when our primal vocation re-issues forth transgenerationally,
transgenetically and transgenerically,
across all paradigms and id-entities,
all metasystems and life,
all spacetime,
all Yang with Yin,
to regenerate our mutually peace-filled EcoTherapy
optimally decomposed with permacultural root metasystemic analysis,
as we have power of memory and imagination of possible futures
to swim and fly and breathe peacefully belonging synergetic love
rather than wilt mono-longing entropically apart.
Make love not war,
in metasystemic
ecotherapeutic
polycultural languages and praxis of choice.

We are paralyzed by fear and despair and anger and envy
that we do not know and have everything,
or at least not enough,
about and for ourselves,
about nonviolent sustainability of fragile egos.
At the same time,
when we do believe we know and have everything we want
we merely demonstrate remarkable lack of curiosity
about Others,
about before and after
about what our wants and needs look like when we network them all together.

I can more fully comprehend myself
when I more fully comprehend our evolving co-intelligence itself,
myself.
The more we uncover our heart and mind integrity
the more empowering our metaphysical and physical nutrient streams
dwelling in,
swelling out,
from Tao that is our (0)-Core Soul,
our sole,
our soil,
our seed,
like an acorn to a tree,
evolving from trembling tendril,
emerging through past incarnations,
reincarnating through future annual rings
of our Tree of Life's polyculturing root system,
absorbing Earth's enriching economy
of permacultured compost.

Original intent and meaning
purpose and teleology
of each event and moment,
each life and planet,
each language and paradigm,
each system and metric languaged universe,
may be considered mindfully from a historical and scientific perspective
or compassionately from a cultural and metaphysical paradigm;
either way
space ordinally explicates what time non-polynomially implicates,
binomially intuits as coincident-primal relating,
metasystemically binds and boundaries and double-negatives as binary balanced
trigonometric temporal-linear,
polynomially-positively organizing information,
assuming a 4-equi-dimensional spacetime universe
both thermodynamically and electromagnetically balanced fractally,
as did Einstein, and Bucky Fuller,
in his primal assumption underlying our SpaceTime Theory of Prime Relativity
and Cooperative Relationality.

And, Einstein's Prime Relationship assumption
that space-cubed equals linear binary time-squared
is one we all are invited to continue cooperatively sharing
as metasystemically ecotherapeutic
rather than unraveling and flying apart
with toxic over-populating competitive climate changes,
and cognitive-emotive dissonance,
and emergent anthropocentric autism,
and collective dimentia,
growing politically rabid
when we could choose peacefully balanced economic ecologic
of permaculturally just design.

What deductively grows Left hemispheric
evolves coincident intuitively balanced Left/Right bicameral information,
what goes dominant
might evolve recessive
until we land together on transmillennial tipping points
toward zeroistic Tao balance.

What radiates out
gravitates in
then we turn ourselves about.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Uniting States of Wisdom

We have an enemy within called the ego
who prevents us from using our mind intelligently.
It hides deep within our heart
and emerges with regularity
to challenge and consume our will.
                 Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)

We have a challenger wrestling within called our Ego
emerging with regularity
to confront and distort our deeper will
for more sustainable eco-normal.

Not one of us believes in optimized incarnate power within
ourselves,
an other,
a State or Nation,
Earth,
our Solar Systemic-Fueled Universe,
compatible with a total absence of any power among,
without.

No faith in the power of love's intent,
without evidence of evolving-revolving peace-growing practice.

No omnipotent power of love,
without all EarthTribe's ecotherapeutic practice.

While Earth evolves an orbitting planet
composed of diverse tribal species,
polyculturing forms,
eco-logical functions,
rich octaved frequencies,
Earth is also one holistic cooperative,
self-regenerating economy;
which rises and falls with surfing
surfacing ecological tipping point balance,
of ego-centric Yang
with eco-flexic Yin's prime double-binary regenerate
double-negative binomial metric and logic equivalence.

Economics evolved from agrarian and survival instinct origins
when our original transactional intent was 
to sustain breath and heart beat,
then memory of self as interdependently identified from and with Other,
to culturally understand Self as parasitic dwelling
within a sometimes benignly balanced,
normative 4-seasoned,
cooperative RNA-encrypting Host,
coincidentally displayed by our DNA sensed ecosystems
of local residency, body, home, family, Tribe, species.

Exchanged,
bartered,
fore-given
redeeming values were economic extensions
of eco-logical natural systemic development.

Stimulus-Response
as What comes around, goes around,
as Golden Rules and Rational Ratios,
where half-root of 2 is always 1,
as half of 1 Ego is (0) soul eco-centric.

What are we becoming,
that commerce and markets and sustainable new economics
pause with unholy terror and awed stagnant, flat-line silence,
horrific wonder about our erratic change of climate's rhythms and patterns
without,
as this TransMillennial Regeneration's internal ecotherapeutic climate
predicts scorchingly manic competition
with an understory of hypothermic silos of suicidal depression,
a too-polypathic absorption into dying self-identification?

What would we be
if we could justly recall
our permacultural economics of ecotherapy
applied both within our without synergetic landscape
and within our within (0) eco-centric  love?

Warnings Against Interference
predict Teachings For Interdependence.

There are those who would conquer
everything and everyone,
their Win is our Lose,
And make of us what they conceive or desire.
They cannot ultimately succeed,
one cannot win a Win-Lose game,
unless there are at least two survivors willing to play.

For this Solar-Interdependent System
is God's own eco-normic eco-logical Vessel
It cannot be made whole by human nature's 
ignorant interference,
stumbling about like elephants uprooting tender grass.

Those who commodify eco-value spoil it.
Those who hoard this nutritious well-being wealth lose it.

For: Some yangs go forward,
as some yins follow behind,
like surf surging in,
then backing out.
Some breathe out too hot,
so some breathe in too cold;
Some are too strong,
So some are wilting;
Some species have broken,
so all species may fall.

Hence Wisdom eschews human nature's
anthro-centric hubris,
evolves aversive toward extravagant power over Earth, each Other,
avoids egocentric pride,
dissonant with ecocentric eco-normic comprehensive comprehension
of Nature's prime systemic wu wei principle
of tipping point balance toward optimized sustainability 
of all life
wherever it can be polyculturally ReStated.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck


Long Poems