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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Water's Weakness

There is nothing weaker than water
But none is superior to it in overcoming the hard,
For which there is no substitute.
(Laotse, "Nothing Weaker Than Water", Lin Yutang, trans.)

That weakness of mind and body overcomes strength
And unitarian co-gentleness overcomes universalist rigidity,
No Yang does not know;
No yin can put into practice.

Therefore the Sage Says:
"Who receives unto self the MLK calumny of the world
Is the preserver of an equilibrious state.
Who bears the dissonant sins of the world's living systems
Is the resonantly full-conscious mentor within this NOW world moment."

Straight words seem crookedly dissonant, distorted, unparadigmed.
Evolution's Time seems revolutionary.
(Adapted from "Nothing Weaker Than Water")

Prophecy's weakness is lack of redemptive empowerment.

The strength of prophecy
for redemptive effectiveness
is its weakness
as culturally dissonant.
Too much dissonance is dismissed as insanity
or sainthood
or martyrdom
or suicide.

Too little dissonance is not co-prophetic
and therefore not redemptive.

This cutting edge
tipping wu-wei point of rationality
is the weakness of optimally ebbing and flowing water
as ecological synergy
as Positive Yang balancing Negentropic Yin-Yin
Double SpaceTime Binding Teleology.

When Yin-Water absorbs Earth,
then She becomes stagnant entropy,
dissonantly dismayed
unable to continue flowing,
A Universalist Yin EcoCenter 
evolves as stagnant pond
what were dynamic rivers,
seasonally surfing oceans--
a Holding Space wherein Time stands relativistically
and 3-dimensionally,
like a vacuum of interior landscaped atmosphere;
more likely to produce a horrific monoculture
of mold and mosquitoes
than motion
and revolutionary change.
For this we want Time's river function,
swelling springs of Transmillennial comprehensive consciousness.

Western Business-As-Usual culture
understands love as "kindness."
Eastern permacultural comprehensive consciousness of Time
as panentheistic and teleological "love"
evokes mutual, co-redemptive, namaste--
A Buberian mutually mentored I-Thou bow.

mutual gratitude of synergetic energy,
requires a Bucky Fuller dynamic balance
between freedom to comprehend and embrace
our eco-center in each eternal moment,
as subconscious freedom from awareness of only Ego,
our more limited Left-brain's "small-self" center.

Kindness, and unkindness,
are gratefully, and rudely,
extended, not extended,
to ourselves as empathized "Other."
These are ego-ionic actions
to teach us how to be more mutually generous
in each of our primal relationships
with Love's ecological comprehension
of Time's Yangish and Yinnish rebalancing ways.

What is fair,
within contentious issues,
is found where our mutually held eco-center points,
always wu-wei midway between
the most Yang-power value extreme
and the most Yin laissez-faire "both-and" inclusively unitarian absorbancy.
Nature abhores a perfect vacuum of either Yang or Yin,
Left with Right languaged intelligence.

When we identify with a "downstream" yin position,
our underdog empathy extends to include
reaching toward  increasingly marginalized and irrational
"Other" position of empathic identity.
Our eco-centric Right-brain starts from this position,
as a holonic reiteration of "Self's" encultured history,
then flows economic and ecological "generosity"
of loving values
"upstream" toward our mutually mentored,
planted and rooted and trimmed and pulled, and encoded lexicon,
decomposed and empathized,
intuited Yang position,
looking for that tipping point boundary of the unconscious
that is wide enough to capture all synergetically oriented practitioners
racing issues through our surfing moments and lives.

Justice trickles up and out,
as well as down and in,
washing back and forth through fields of unconscious cognitive dissonance,
to emerge toward a consensus of collectively generous,
but not overly generous,
inclusive coredeemer ecojustice.
An enculturation laundry,
but go easy on the yin-bleach.

If I lacked something of the "underdog,"
the "understory,"
the "criminal" and "crazy"
within my holonic human nature,
then my nature would be neither holonic nor human.
Yang's "bad boy" universalist megalomania
and sociopathological ego-power
is a challenging competitive dimension
within our ego-centric,
anthropomorphic view,
of evolution's meaning;
while Yin's ubiquitous "Other"-love as "Self,"
generosity to the extreme of unitarian self-exiting wishfulness,
is our more primal RNA holonic-cellular intelligence
of generosity's ecological win-win scenario,
devoid of ego's self-distinguishing,
and often dissonant,
and too loud,
and Left-brain dominant,
voice and language.

Kindness and unkindness are transactions between unequals.
Generosity and stinginess of empathy,
and what eco-consciousness invites
as appropriately proportional response,
are transactions between mutual mentors
of gratitude, and lack thereof.

Differences between ego's intended kineness
and eco's well-practiced generosity
include a Taoist position that kindness and unkindness
are not found in nature,
although love,
as synergetic mutual gravity,
is the source of natural systems,
of bilateral life and time,
as opposed to the existence of...
nothing; entropic unconsciousness.

Kindness suggests I am extending something to another
that this person has not earned,
does not rightfully and justly deserve
within the normal flow of time's river.

Generosity is a mutually intended practice
of radical equinimity and empathy,
a grateful acceptance of our profound interdependence
of cause and effect,
stimulus and response.
Generosity is about absorbin and hopefully co-redeeming
our mutual assets and liabilities
to resolve an issue
whose outcome can be a mutual win
from a position of profoundly radical
mutual mentorship co-identity.
I show you mine
if you truly swim with me.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details |

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 6

Upon this date he spoke no more of the preceding moments, 
Tearing and hurling insult upon insult
In several directions, his tongue whipped and scorched me,
And he waited relentlessly to see the spark in my eyes fade…..
He was so livid by my silence, he began thrashing around the walls,
Grabbing a  wayside demon and crushing him into the ground…
He destroyed Death’s bass, pulling off each string in monotone menace
Glaring at me, as he yanked each off,
The whine of its timbre flooding the eerie, murky pit……

“Nothing else, but you and I,
No more music, no more beat…
Your heart alone is enough to drive me mad…”

He spat into the crushed instrument, 
And Death cowered, scampering away like a wounded rat
Picking up the pieces as he disappeared into the soot

“Just you and I, 
I will not hear another cry except from your  lips…
No cheer, except from your voice,
No fear, except from your soul…
No support from above….no love to bring us light…”

I circled him my tears glistening,
The light burning him, as he laughed bitterly
And I sang…

“Your attacks drill against your friends,
Your darkness sifts, in pending motion,
You can crush the pulse that you began,
Though you cannot end my faith and devotion.”

He stared, his nostrils flaring,
His claws protruding in and out
Suddenly he smiled, and he was calm again
The wailing of a freshly injured demon faintly sounding…

“Tell me Loving Lady, 
Of what you recall of mortality…
What do you miss the most?
The rush of Death’s call, 
The touch of slowly falling? 
The thrill of free-will…kissing the darts…
The crushing of sadness in your feeble heart…
You have missed mortality I am sure,
You have missed the spirit of mutiny,
The infernal blaze of my brilliant core…
We need not but our voices to replay such times, 
I remember your days as much as I do mine…
Remember you used to lust and lie?
Remember when you were afraid to die? 
Those darkest nights, remember me grinning?
Remember the infatuation of sinning?
No, it was your art, and you left a trail,
So He might follow close behind might you fail…
He allowed you to suffer, to ache…to retch 
You forgot Him, and embraced my ways…
Do you ever miss those wondrous days…
Surely, surely you must appraise…” 

I picked up a lone string of Death’s mighty bass,
Feeling the metallic twine cool in my hand
The crushed demon moaned in agony beside me…

“Mortality was a rustic feat into the fray,
Many times blinded in the dark, to emerge into the day
I miss the way danger led to discovery,
In suffering greatly, I miss the relief of recovery
I miss the way it was so bittersweet, 
When the wrinkles began to appear…
I miss the sound of that single drop of rain…
Falling into the rest, never missed, always blessed…
Recalling the times I have stumbled,
I miss what now I clearly see…
I recollect darker emotions and I miss how they built me,
How they led me to the ones that guarded me to the end
So I might live in a better place where pardon became my friend…

Death’s voice intrigued me, frightened me, redeemed me, 
The falling of those around me led me to my calling,
And swiftly, failing became a past that set me free…
The test of free-will became a weight upon my shoulder,
The challenge became what shaped me as I grew older…
Sadness became easier, and less enjoyable,
When I focused my life to the skies and into open eyes

I remember the lusts, the lies, the sins—they never belonged to me
At the time, I didn’t see this—they were all I wanted to be….
I hunted to wallow in the madness and sadness of darkness…
I believed I did not deserve the wisdom of righteousness 
In my mortal skin, I learned to look deep within…
And fight off the urges…the lusts….the timey wages of sin
It became my duty to no longer allow you in…
Though my love for your redemption grew brighter within…”

The Devil clawed the bass string in my hand
And it strung an empty sound that echoed dryly all around…

“Immortality has its torments too…
See how gently I return to you…”

He never could destroy the beat thumping from my chest…
He merely hummed along with it in begrudging dedication 
Stubbornly, he sought for my pain 
But the hurt had been released  far above, where still he dared not look…

I lifted up a crippled demon and kissed his forehead
“I love you as well, demon, do not be afraid…” 
The weary eyes stared into my own, than quickly glanced in fear toward our fuming Prince…
“You understand pain, fear, and torment more than any, I am sure
Would you like to sing too?”

The Devil in rage grabbed the demon by the throat before he could answer
“You foolish woman… he is MY pet… 
Nothing else, but you and I…
He has no voice, no heart…no mind…
I give him no permission to,
And he accepts his place…
Unlike I …unlike you…”

I touched his clenched hand, and his grip loosened upon the demon
“All voices deserve to be heard,
Through compassion, let his existence ring…”

The Devil scoffed and threw him down with much force, perturbed
The demon dared not move

“WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE TO US…. To mock me…to turn them against me…?”
The hush of his question held more intensity than his shouting
 “Surely…surely not…..
He belongs in the dust, 
At my command… he can never be like us…
You love him as much as pity will allow…
We are special, Silly Being, and his fleck of existence is but a toke
To gamble with for my amusement, nothing more…nothing more….
Stop this attempt to become the idol of the underdog
Don’t be such a predictable bore…”

The demon shriveled, but remained…
Like mortality’s fate, his body did shrink and fade…
But I heard his somnolent thoughts….

…I am but the refrain…
 Immortality….. has….. its torments….. too…

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |


                                                  Free Power
                                         O                     P                   S
                                            W                                   S
                                               E                             E
                                                   R   -  M A D  -  N           
                                                       free power
                                                   from its fetters
                                         no power without the people
                                   does power arise from any other source
             than through the intent to control  confine  confiscate  con  conk  conjure 
    computerize  contort  compel  complicate  concoct  compress  concuss  conflict 
 confute                  condemn  corrupt  collar  convict  collectivize                   confound 
 concenter                   communalize  collogue  collude  collonize                commandeer    
        compartmentalize  castrate  calumniate crucify  combinate  cutdown  curtail        
       curryfavour  curb  cully  cuff  cuckold  crush  crunch  cross-question curveball     
        conform  confuse criticize  croak  criminate  crash  cramp  cram  crackdown    
                                                    covert   counterplan   
                   countermine  counterfeit  counterattack  corrode  convert  contrive 
                                           contaminate  constrain  consecrate 
                                                      connive  conquer 
                                            power is a venomous snake
                                                       that sheds its skin
                                                        but not its venom
                                                   free power from its sting
                                                     free power from belief
                                                    from self-righteousness
                                       from don’t-not-look-at-me aloofness
                                           from protective-damnedness
                                              from ego-centred-ness
                                                 from megalomanic mindlessness
                                                          from aryo-apartheid-ness
                                                              from i’m-right-Jack exclusiveness
                                                                        from self-opining holiness
                                                                                from crass-headed-ness
                                                     from puritanic-mule-headedness                                                                                                        
                                                           from airy-fairy grandiloquence
                                                                   from haughty vengefulness
                                                                        from scary authoritarianism
                                                                             from the love of command
                                                              from sexually dominating abusiveness
                                                                   from un-empathic tightfistedness
                                                             from back-scratching dastardliness                                                                                
                                                        from building castles in the air-ness
                                                                        from masonic clubbiness
                                                                   from musty brotherhood-ness
                                                         from stealing and selling-ness
                                                               from never-enough greediness
                                                                    from carion-loving usury                                                             
                                                 from thoughtless puttingdown-ness
                                                       from self-aggrandizing acquisitiveness
                                                                      from the love of pomposity                                                                                                                                                       
                                                          from the seclusive-ness of honours
                                                                 from fawning and flattery
                                                                       from foggy non-visibility
                                                                                from armoured parades
© T. Wignesan, Fresnes-Paris, May 14-17, 1997.  From the collection : « Poems Omega Plus : a less than obvious sequence », Paris, 2005.                           

Copyright © T Wignesan

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Chicken Soup Farm

Relationships are like farming,
if you don't plant the seed,
you'll have no crop to harvest.
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)

Gambling is like farming,
if you don't play the game,
you'll have no winnings.

Economics is like farming,
if you don't play this organic co-operative game,
you'll have no competitive winnings.

Ecologic is like farming,
if we don't play this polycultural community-building game,
we'll have no long-term sustainable,
much less optimized systemic,

Stay aware and purposeful in your search,
for happiness is truly in the searching.

Stay awake and purposeful in our co-operative research,
for peacefulness,
eco-logical economies remain synergetic 
within our ecotherapeutic searching.

Stay awake and mindful of polypathic meaning
in your Regenerative Permacultural Research Life,
for happiness, confluence, equity, beauty, grace, karma's
Prime Relationship Balanced Teleology
are truly within multisystemic universal eco-searching.

How do we sleep while part of us feels gone?
Frogs and night birds,
bats and insects cry out for company
filling raucous warm luscious breeze
gentle, caressing,
carrying chicken soup songs of love
not yet won,
love wanted and needed with primal longing
to belong back together
for our first really great time.
How do we sleep
while part of us longs gone?

Night flight resolves revolving chatter,
fractal spinning spiral-echoes
haunting iconic timeless teachings
from potential future Right-brain memory
predicative facts of fantasy,
intuiting predictors,
confluent, confident islands of prophetic sanity
boundary inspiring polycultures,
multi-open systems 
of self-optimizing intertribal communication.

How do we sleep
in this racket of absent SuperEgo
missing reverse-evil hope of flight tonight?
God as the Doomed and Dooming Ground of All Being,
under Whom we hide from shamed non-redeeming character,

We thought we were economically neutral
on this moving Goddess Train of Earth,
oblivious to Her climatic millennial warnings
to ease up on the fire power,
take a break,
let's cool down,
enjoy some slower peace and more mindfully inclusive justice.

Remaining neutral in our farming cooperative relationships,
admittedly a slower moving race,
and yet it helps to confluently comprehend our spin 
with Common balancing thermodynamic balance,
and how fast is too fast, too Yangish,
and how slow is too slow, too Yinnish,
and when we might slow down to rebalance Yang with Yin,
and how much we might slow down
emerges permaculturally predicated
as [+Yang = (-)(-)Yin] 
= Universal-Optimal Natural Systemic Revolution
or +1/(-)0 
= space/time binary Closed MetaSystem reverse-hierarchical balance,
to sustain our permacultured rich teleological neutrality 
on Gaia's Zero-sum regenerative train.

How do we wake
when part of Us is out of whack?
How do we awaken
our search for polycultural economic justice standards
for researching well-being sustenance,
self-optimizing regeneration with Eco Mindfulness Intent?
Planting regenerative seeds,
to grow co-redemptive pay-it-forward gift economies,
winnowing metasystemic research 
to optimize repurposing meaningful purpose,
EarthTribe's eco-logical self-redemption future day
covering love, peace, happiness, contentment, justice, information confluence roots
with threats, opportunities, strengths, weaknesses systemically balancing compost,
learning faith and hope through suffering dissonance and dismay
as redemption's comprehensive consciousness,
evolutionary research,
Permaculturalist Economic Tao:
sleep and wake and absorb others, as you would have them be you NOW
to re-emerge our EcoTribe's informating therapeutic,

Natural systems are to spiritual systemic comprehension,
as Physical is to Metaphysical Universe (B. Fuller's definition),
as Yang is to Yin,
as Polynomial Information is to Double-Bound Negative Polynomial Information Balancing Trends.

Polypathic and multisystemic relationships are like therapeutic organic farming,
if you don't plant diverse fractal-holonic DNA/RNA-encrypted seeds,
you'll not have an Optimized PolyCultural crop to harvest.

Ain't nobody here 'ceptin us Chickens
and somehow we all land in this soupy mess together.
Let's keep on lickin' each other's wounds.
Try a little less hen-peckin'.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Medicinal Balance

The dregs and tumors of decay
predict the medicine and balance of life.

Those who stand on tiptoe do not stand firm;
Those who stand with equal weight,
bipedal-planted, do stand firm.

Those who strain their stride do not walk well;
Those who stride well-timed,
grasping out only when and where environment reaches back,
walk optimally endowed for matching power with positive co-passion.

Those who reveal themselves are not luminous
because those who reveal us to ourselves are too bright.

Those who justify themselves are not far-famed
because those who justify us to ourselves mentor just rightness
with integrity of present truth with future promise.

Those who boast of themselves are not given credit
because those who boast of us within all Earth's Tribes are mutually credited,
by all natural systems.

Those who pride themselves are not chief among human nature
because those who pride us within all nature are "spiritual leaders".

These, in the eyes of Time's transparent matter balancing energy,
Are called "the dregs and tumors of decay,"
things of disgust, disvalue;
AND are called "the therapy and harmony of fully integrated life,"
optimizing relationships of economic and ecological value.

Therefore those of Time's natural transparency of space,
spurn dissonance,
absorb eco-balance of Yang/Matter deducing-inducing 
Yin-Yin Iconically Gravitational Balance.

One Yin without Her energetic Second,
Ego-death inviting faith in
and through
and by
and of
and with
TransParency of Eco matter/energy;
transparent Time, 0 soul of ecologic,
0 sum total of economic transactional values,
universally quintessential PlaceHolder,
both Yang with Yin,
"dark" matter rhyming hydrogenic form,
"dark" energy timing helionic understory
of Earth's ancestral permacultured 
Ergodic Fractal Tree.

Ego death is both a silo isolation risk
of 0-static flatline,
and yin with yin,
coincidental co-relational opportunity,
opening a return to dominance of eco-Self's primal identity
at cellular,
sub-organic interdependent,
"whole system universal body-mind" levels
of 0-centric 
RNA-regeneratively rooted,
consciousness of memory as in-telligent in-coming in-form-ation.

Life evolves rooted within cellular systems of id-RNA-entity,
eternal holonic binomial
transparenting matterYang with integrative energy, Yin-Yin.

Natural systemic wisdom is exegetically shared
through Commons of RNA/DNA roots,
while eisegetically shared through sacred synergetic ecologic,
and transcendent
positively co-operating eco-normic heuristics,
multisystemically liturgical language
with Earth-warmed rhythms and patterns,
sounds with sights,
smells with tastes,
feelings of mutual gravity toward our shared medicinal 
nutitritional dancing,
avoiding toxic intent and praxis
of negative-live dissonance
monoculture of unconscious entropic chaos,

"Death" equals isolation,
a silo sential silent "0" PlaceHolder,
faith in absolute isolation of ego-Self-identity
at cellular,
and "whole system embodied mind"
as tri-systemic levels 
of conscientious mutually-transparent, 
subsidiary yet co-incident,
binomial Eco-Intelligent
TransParenting FormYang with FunctionYin/Yin
polypathic binomial 
metric eco-normic 
Open Bionic System.

To co-prehend this ecologically economic conclusion of "Death",
is to comprehend cooperative optimization, 
Earth Tribe's Polyculturing Life.

To comprehend bicameral information processing
is to re-cognize AnthroLanguage as our Ego/Eco-ionic Teacher,
square rooted within Time's folding/unfolding,
RNA/DNA (0)-soul syntax 
of inherited collective memory,
breathing confluence in with dissonance out.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Tao of Balancing Time

Father solar systemic Time
and Mother Earth's Space
regenerated RNA fractal spacetime,
reiteratively sensed
echoing through our dipolar DNA fueled
omnisciently empowering
Right hemispheric memory
of Information's Harmonic String Theory.

Equitable peace within radically inclusive consciousness,
Earth love with Solar System synergy,
compassion mating right-hemispheric mindfulness,
permacultural orthopraxis,
transpecies and transmillennially expressing
what Grandfather Fuller regeneratively implied.

Transcendent consciousness and communication networks
crowdsourcing ecological values
dreamed with optimal longing tears 
by pre-millennial grandelders.

Each bi-generation reincarnating nature's root bicameral system
of positive teleological hope for this taproot
now emerging into bicultural East-West consciousness,
a spring,
a twig,
a preconscious QBit trend,
promising polynomial branches 
with cooperative productive leaves balancing consuming string-stems,
and richly pollinated organic flowers
of glorious gratefully incarnated diversity,
our Tree of Life in Fuller bloom,
now comprehensively conscious,
self-aware of our EarthTime progenitors,
grateful for history's herstoric nutritional roots,
paradise shared with birds and worms,
sun and water and air,
breathing and beating
our flowing steady stream of dreamy swimming "Yes!"

At last, at last,
we share our Beloved Community InformNational Dream,
full moon beams rapturing Gaia's radiant dark camouflaging skin,
political economic ecological natural philosophical religion
credentialed with Taoist Permacultural Systemic Consciousness.

Predative production winner function
struggling against victimized consumer prey-loser dissonance,
remerge with Win-Win interdependent cooperative relationship,
as cooperatively predative preying parasites' 
thrival of the polycultural fittest.

Fully diastatic consciousness loves a closed 8-frequency prime octave
to emerge one Positive/Negative thermodynamic
and electromagnetic
and mutually gravitational bilateral
binomial fractal form,
of inside is to outside
as what goes up
must optimally
and self-regeneratively
come down as coincidental double-bound spacetime,
where any +polynomial binary information
must also be not-not binomially
and logically
and ecologically
and economically
and culturally
and Left-Right hemispheric
dipolar balanced octave harmonics
of Closed Set Universal Information String Theory.

Each bilateral conscious moment within Earth's natural space
is equivalently birthed by EcoFather's Prime Unitarian
seasons of analogical function:
Tao = Time
as +Yang = (-,-)Yin
as Polynomial QBit Information = Not-Not Polynomial Functional Consciousness,
as +1 = (+/-)0 digital binary negative dipolar correlation,
open universally systemic zero-sum cooperatively Win-Win balancing.

This emerges from camouflaged intuitive consciousness
of wu-wei as TrimTab tipping,
toward 4-dimensional spacetime harmonic octaves,
Zero Vertexial Yang OVER Zero Vortexial Yin-Yin's 
bilaterally emergent alpha and omega of present full consciousness.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

John Michael Greeristics

Obamystic Preludes: Things we wish tomorrow for today

Insufficient knowledge for fully comprehensive consciousness
is also more than sufficient ignorance
to cause comprehensive disease.

Knowledge is not optimally resolved
resonantly revolved
accurately measured
in deductive-only information,
rational knowledge is optimally measured with health-trend outcomes.

If competing for attention is too tiring,
wilting you outside and in,
try cooperating for retention of solidarity
through mutually subsidiary engagement,
attendance to co-emergent healthy outcomes.

If we want soldiers of and for good,
then they need mentors
with cooperative gaming strategies
to achieve and sustain
globally self-optimizing healthy wealth.

If we want to avoid nightmares
then we end each day embracing our daytime health/wealth stallion stories,
counting our best cooperative assets
for sustaining life through another night, and generation.

If we want to optimize our wealth of mental health
then we decompose "nondual co-arising confluent memory,"
both binomial-analogical and binary-digital,
toward regenerative multisystemic comprehension.

Too much hated war and violence,
then what do all sides do to sustain their anger?
Too much anger,
disproportionate to resources required to sustain?
Then inclusively discern what we collectively fear about death
as lack of fully comprehensive eternal life
for our polyculture-trending future generations,
and ourselves,
here and now.

Too much disabling and unhealthy paranoia,
depression and suppression,
repression and ignorant impressions
substituting Win-Lose hope of wealth
for Win-Win health
as our shared value for diastatic life?
Then uncover
and discover
and recover
opportunities for cooperating active love
co-arising from the opposite side of the fear/anger spectrum,
refusing to feed your nightmares
by relentlessly watering our interdependently co-arising health.

Transitioning from competitive Win-Lose
global and domestic policies
toward cooperative Win-Win logistics:

1. Begin with anticipated military defense expenses, after checking cash on hand for next year.

2. Add all competitive BusinessAsUsual industry subsidies,
tax credits and deferments,
financial investments.

3. Divide the total within-budget competitive-aggressive Win-Lose military-industrial expenses
by two;
(1) and (2) above.

4. Invest 50% in a new Peace Corp
with Permaculture EcoTherapeutic Win-Win Design and Development
Mentorship Training,
with requisite alternative-technology tools and resources.

5. Invest the other 50% in a new Americorp/VISTA
with the same multisystemic cooperative networking
mentorship model,
a most cooperative polyculture!
placing interns to co-organize local cooperatives,
health/wealth optimization guilds
composting ecological abundance economies.

Insufficient comprehension for fully co-emergent consciousness
is also more than sufficient decay
to cause cosmo-dislogical disease.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Raymond Ngomane | Details |

State Of My Opinion

Once upon a struggle
Songs used to express and define a feeling before reactions struggled to impress a rumbling stomach
Songs used to harmonize our black lips giving away the strength of empty tummies
Lips were diguised in masks of zam-buk aiders
I live next to embarrasment built in power craving bricks

A house that give birth to Load shedded leaders
I choose chocolate skins dressing smart reactions
Choking on words drafted on school chalkboards like Mbeki's state of mind resurection speech
Every second in my creation, 
a hand pulls a trigger to rob souls whats ment for dinner
Get it or dont get me just look at the corner of my thoughts
This is poetry

This is my written confidence conducting a choir of confessions
My mouth craves to shoot military opinions
I choke words to impress my existance attached to all conscious writings
In the midst of wrong times at the expense of our leader's useless time celebrating ignorance
The state of Julius Caesar seized at a nation's heated selfmade selfish awards

Our votes planted rain and forgot muds and mop sticks
Buttocks play suprise jaw gestures as extras with less umbrellas
The Architects of futureless champion times in the back seat of our helpless knowledge
Fear less of your fears
Its poetry in Politics

Poetry pollute ignorance and rejects any dictatorship shipping from goverment pimps
Toilet queues are too strict to jump conclusions
and waisted opinions
I am pressed and oppressed  
I graduated in depression carrying a school bag of my reasons
My black skin will bury my thoughts at your own funerals
I am a walking poem
My education speaks against your numeral straggles 
My political virgin actions exercise mini immortal respect

My mind state is highly pressed 
Lets 6-9 on our parliament doors in atittude
Poetry screams the need for them state of minds
The hunters of truth in rhymes
Verbal exchange battles to change opinions at the expense of my people's change
Verbal violance changed the meaning of an educated homeless stomach
You spoke and littered gallons of spoken words
Tladi, Kgafela, Lesego re feng masego
The pain of giving birth to poverty was never painful for these learders
Leaders Who lead to feed us handwork leaders
Handshaking the success of a visible thief

Bleeders change your scissors
Your poetic blades cannot play polygamy in parliament
These Perpetrators penetrate our hearts from a distance measurement
Adament to show off easyness of playing a nation as a primary school assembly
Bulls determent to press elevations of oppression to the last floor
The evolution of my opinions is high in poetry
The revolution will never be compromised 
Please restore faith in my written oppressions with no humor
The state of my opinion circles around Jakobo's puma 
We need Kwame Nkruma

6-9 = Street slang meaning Urinating
Tladi, Kgafela, Lesego re feng masego = A plea for help from Poets Lefifi Tladi, Kgafela oa Magogodi and Lesego Rampolokeng
Vuma = Agree?

(c) Raymond Ngomane

Copyright © Raymond Ngomane

Long poem by Christine Phillips | Details |

Reveal Your Face

Crawl out of your peeping hole 
and face me like a man
You have been hiding for years
and paying people to do your sordid scam
For years you have taunted me
without showing any mercy
invading my privacy
monitoring my computer
tracing my movements
and intimidating me with coward gangster
You have sabotaged my employment
Shows up at my job interviews
instructed my employer to banish me
just to see the other side of me
Touch not God’s anointed 
Or your sorrows shall be multiplied
You have punished everyone who contacted me
and fabricates false stories and treacherous lies 
You have broadcasted it on the news
And have caused many people to become confused
It’s time to stop your filthy scam
and close that chapter before you are dammed
If you do not stop hurting me
there will be another worldwide disgrace 
staring in your beguiling face
You have punished the innocent ones
who have decided not to do wrong
I have kept out of your way
but you crawl back the other way
I am ready for a real fight
I will beat you without guns or knives
I have cried seven days on my ancestor’s grave
And seven powerful sprits will come after you
in seven different ways
they will strip you of your abusive power
daub you in your own mud
and drench you with flood
I have also prayed a strong prayer
hoping for your forgiveness
but he promised that you will bear
your own shame disgrace and drunken laughter
I have wept day and night stayed up late
yet you kept following me looking for a fight
creating false stories for your meaningless glory 
Take a look at your shaking hands
you are no match for my iron man
If you are so strong and heinous
Why don’t you come out of your peeping hole 
confront me and fight me like a real man
Come with your bullet less guns
your entourage and wimpy bodyguards
Real warriors go to war 
they do not stage events or create false alarm
If you are so big and mighty 
why  are so many people in your house dying of poverty
Look around you and you will see
you spend all the money running after me
And your people are hungry homeless and dirty
your house is about to tumble 
Your buildings are old and shabby
And I can barely drive on your cracked road
Look I just damage my windshield 
from a pebble on your broken roads
Your children cannot read or write
Your classrooms are old and crummy
Yet every day you are running after my innocent soul
the people you have running after me
are actually working for me?
They are slaves in my land
while the bad boys are reaping gold in your land
You set up fake mad men at the junction
and little children to guard the centers
You send fake alcoholic teachers in classrooms 
to suppress innocent students brain
Yet with all of that you still cannot get to the top
I have travelled thousands of miles to be at peace
but you track me down and
sold me to heartless murderers 
Look my ferocious bull is about to get you
he is my bodyguard and fearless warrior
if you don't leave me alone
He will rip your sordid gut apart
before the fiery battle starts

©2013 Christine Phillips

Copyright © Christine Phillips

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Hunting Health

Nature hunts health
to heal those and that hunted.

Spirit healths those and that haunted
by haunting those and that unhealed.

Human nature reincarnates this universal search
of why and why not health, healing, nutritionally confluent intimacy,
lover as content of beloved,
fearer as discontenting socio-ecopathology,
self and other primally identified as hunted haunted co-arising victims.

What meaning could "Universe" have outside our hunt for why
and how
to optimize co-arising healthy hunts
to extinguish co-victimization?

Universe is everything, all space through time,
so could not be contained within any deductive-only label,
closed-set assumption of formed logic.

Universe becomes uni-verb,
universing folds and unfolds our binomial,
bicameral co-arising hunt for conscious co-prehension
of Earth Tribe's dual-transparent Prime Relationship Elder,
as Duelling Destiny,
both hunter and hunted egos searching ecologic
as cooperative economic principles of health as wealth
absorb our permacultured decomposition
of co-arising nondual thermodynamic balance
and sustained health.

Earth is our home,
our communal hunting soil and soul
for why healing nature
co-arises natural health of human nature.

Time's eternal bilateral nondual answer
balances our humane cultural praxis,
regenerating recreative hunters and gatherers 
of healthy Prime Relational Universing,
with sole intention of becoming Beloved hunted nurturing entities.

Universe, Earth, bicameral human nature,
each blinking neutral double-dark negative
for every informational synaptic positive,
all one living self-regenerative co-arising open system
of self-creative hunting,
communing communication,
dancing co-arising hunt-and-gather dance,
ecological stage-cast as hunger for how, 
and hunted by why.

Yet if there were no dying or death
no fear of fear itself
no anger about being anger,
no ultimate loss in losing,
no competition outside the double-bond of co-challenging cooperation,
then why and how this universal hunt for healthy life
would emerge transparently self-evident.

Co-arising destiny of co-reposing death
recycling abundantly balancing regenerative life,
unfolds fear of fears to refold sustaining love through time.

Fear and anger meet in hated haunted hunting death,
each event a primally significant tipping point,
risk and opportunity to co-arise mutual mentorships
for permacultured hunter-learners,
as ecotherapeutic co-redeemers.

Co-arising gratitude communes with hunting natural prime relationship,
in and out,
in with out,
in or out,
in as out,
as we globally evolve this comprehension
that love is to spirit is to healthy hunting
as medicine is to nature is to beloved cooperating health.

Human nature hunts polycultural eternal health
to heal our self/other-suffering timeless nondual nature.

Absorb only our most abundantly healthy functions, forms, and frequencies
to expel internal, yet universal, pathological suffering.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long Poems