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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
Win-Win 
Double SpaceTime Binding Teleology.

When Yin-Water absorbs Earth,
then She becomes stagnant entropy,
chaos,
disorganized
dissonantly dismayed
unable to continue flowing,
flexing,
fluxing,
surfing.
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,
still,
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."
Coincidentally,
Eastern permacultural comprehensive consciousness of Time
as panentheistic and teleological "love"
evokes mutual, co-redemptive, namaste--
A Buberian mutually mentored I-Thou bow.

Love, 
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,
taught,
experienced,
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,
merciful,
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 kindness
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...
well...
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 equanimity and empathy,
a grateful acceptance of our profound interdependence
of cause and effect,
stimulus and response.
Generosity is about absorbing 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
coincidental/correlational
mutual mentorship co-identity.
I show you mine
if you truly swim with me.





Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Watering Terror

I'm so confused,
raised to believe cooperative love overpowers competing fears
about scarcity of time, 
and other resources,
and anger about past over- and under-valuing of myself
as a regenerative resource,
Presence
Source,
raised to believe the Golden Rule
is most effectively applied to all life,
as cooperative ecologically regenerative potential,
I don't see how it could be OK
to run a national political campaign
assuming I will confuse the taking of life for nutritional needs
as less just than the taking of life for punishment and retributive needs,
death-debt owed for death-taken,
as if it were possible to kill
disenculturing clans of terrorists
repeatedly
for each and every innocent life taken
with such unholy cynicism as anti-life hopeless degenerates.

I find this violence-begets-violence nowhere else
in any ecosystem,
anything that could possibly be called a sustainable system,
in any form of nature,
other than humane nature as de-natured humanity.

However, now that I think of it,
perhaps we do see something of its kind
in diseased and over-crowded populations,
literally eating their young.

We often call this "rabidity",
as individuals,
families,
tribes,
swarming in a monocultural snarl,
turn on each other
begin unprovoked cannibalism,
prey on each other,
perhaps as a form of punishment or retribution
for past angers and fears only these terrorist champions of chaos
can see
and feel;
a mounting prescient culture of mutual disregard and antipathy,
immunity,
trending toward Lose-Lose sociopolitical economic and ecological
outcomes.

Still,
is it wise to sanction violence to be perpetrated by others
on our behalf,
at any scale,
for any reason?
How is abuse and neglect of death-producing miscreants
not hypocritical
for a person who believes in the power of cooperative love
as a more effective Golden Rule 
than "Beat Others down before they Win more than you"?
Does this intend to include anything but monocultural AnthroCentric overcrowding, more violence, 
more dissonance, 
trending toward decomposition of all Earth's systems?

Am I to invest
or disinvest
in a competing human race
or a humanizing regenerate space and time?
Or, is it something MidWay between,
sometimes competing anger and fear might be Teachers,
I suppose,
although still not the best choice-makers.
Perhaps we could leave cooperative balancing
of Tipping Point decomposition 
and analysis of therapeutic/toxic trends,
within exclusive charge of CoArising Love as Golden Rule choice-making;
choosing whether or not to disinvest in regenerative health potential values of a life,
or a biosystem,
an ecosystem,
to optimally invest in Earth's regenerating health and vitality.

Yet, Earth does not necessarily
always and at all times,
water humane flowers
to starve the weeds.
More often, weeds starve flowers of water
as Crusading Christians starved diversity of intelligence
through violent ex-communication.

So, if these interdependently organic
cooperating relationships
between and within individuals,
families of weeds,
tribes of flowers,
nations and planets,
and the ecobalance of co-arising space with time
are what we seem to love,
then why do we suboptimize with Win-Lose economic and political choices
to compete with each other
for livelihood
sense of vocational value,
for power to declare war on each other,
the right to abuse and neglect and ex-communicate each other,
as if Earth's evolutionary journey
is not historically rooted
in cooperative regenerate enculturation,
as any of life's surviving cells
could quickly attest,
even under threat of ex-communication.

It is difficult for me to find any faith
or even hope
in the belief that Earth produced this humanizing race
toward degenerating dissonance
and overly-competitive Win to Lose strategies
of Left-brain cultural and language
and political and economic
dominance.

It feels less confusing to me
to comprehend we are ecoconsciously co-loving each other
in a rapidly overpopulating monocultural species
with humane researching and incubating
emergently embryonic cooperative aspirations
to optimize WorldWide Win-Win ecosystemic networks,
to balance Left with Right mindbody co-mentoring intelligence,
harmonizing all our bicameral systemic information,
issuing inductive from Heaven's TransParent Cloud
and deductive from Earth's RNA icons 
of recreating intelligence,
form with nondual co-arising cooperative function,
noun as verb,
poly-goal as perma-path,
and harmonic-octave frequencies 
in 4-square Prime Sequential Relationship,
both Time's co-gravitating with Space's thermodynamic balance,
Yang OVER yin-squared = c-squared ecoconsciousness
of Universal TransParent (0) Metric Light Balance.

Perhaps, then, it is less confusing to me
to think about how to invest more wisely
in non-violent empathy of Basic Attendance
to notice and listen with still-centered mindbody,
empathically absorbing claustrophobic fear and anger
saturating toxic terror that my life,
therefore your life,
has no ego-intrinsic value
because LeftEgo is too dissonantly dominant
over Right EcoEarth Regenerational Analogic
CoEmpathic Arising Function,
so my death, therefore your death,
has no Earth-intrinsic regenerative value or disvalue.

From this position
I cannot see Allah as ReGenerator Power and Flow,
Form with NatureFunction,
Love with Synergetic Intent,
TransParent Empathic Elational Present
Concave HomePlace within Convex healthCulture
through Time's bilaterally co-gravitating eco-normative lens.

How is any directive to starve and/or neglect and/or kill
not what Christians have known as ex-communication
unto decomposition?
Dissonance struggling against dissonance,
when we could choose to emerge mutually-resonant regenerators,
re-communicative poly-empathic optimizers,
co-mentoring Earth-regenerate soil
reforesting our rivers for clean water,
repurposing mutual immunity
as mutual subsidiarity within 
Earth,
EcoTribe,
RNA/DNA solidarity.
These three held together into perpetuity,
Earth Tribal ReSolution.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


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 | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |

FREE POWER - Part One

                                                  Free Power
                                                             from
                                         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 | Year Posted 2012


Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details |

Light On the Devil's Chord -Day 15

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by John Arribas | Details |

REVOLUTION

REVOLUTION
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


A revolution is much deeper than what the eye can see 
An opportunity to rid the land of despotism and tyranny
When any citizen can expose the enemies of the state
Present and judge valid evidence to arrive at a just fate
But that doesn’t happen except in the rarest of the time
Cause mobs want vengeance even if there is no crime
Vindictive mobs will let no one stand in their way
They can only be quieted by making the defeated pay


Once the old regime has been ousted and overthrown
The general populace wants retribution to call its own 
Frenzied mobs want allegations of any on which to react
Every accusation is taken as an indisputable  fact
Those that are accused of prior regime collaboration
Will be tried and convicted without hesitation
The penalties will vary according to the type of peoples crime
Some will be executed, others sent to prison for a very long time


Those with neighbors or others with differing opines
Will anonymously be accused  of  treasonable  crimes
If man has an attractive wife , coveted for personal roles
He’d be singled out as undermining the revolutions goals
Children would be asked to report on their parents talk
Do they praise the revolution or do they balk
Men don’t gather in the street in idle conversation any more
In fear of being accused of plotting a counter revolutionary war


Investigations of wrong doing will increase as planned
Til every one feels threatened through out the land
Facts and allegations are all treated the same
Anyone accused is certain to shoulder the blame

Revolution (2)


While the mob applauds the action of a kangaroo court
No one objects to the tactics to which the insurgents resort
The ruling insurgents tell the citizens to prepare for action
An impending attack by the ousted is a simple distraction


The victorious parties purge dissenters from their ranks
The true patriots and heroes that really merit  thanks
They will be accused of plotting to sabotage the revolution
Incriminating evidence will surface to prove their collusion
Evidence against them mounts proving a planned conspiracy
Evidence is authenticated but only the accusers can to see


Those tainted members of the original rebellious group
Are sentenced to long terms taking them out of the loop
Members popular with the mobs with no threats to face
Suddenly and mysteriously disappear without leaving a trace
Struggle for power will continue within the victors team
Til the most cold-blooded one dominates every scene 


Reigning power is now in hands of an egocentric man
All opposition has been silenced through out the land
Those holding on to opposing views are hunted down
Block teams are established in every city and town
Block directors have spying duties the main is to report
Any suspicious movements or activities to the citizens court
Employment is terminated and the accused sent off to a farm
Where political viewpoints are altered to render no harm
Fear of death and imprisonment is so deeply instilled
Most minds are conquered only the strongest have will
					
				



Revolution (3)


This is the reward for seeking freedom of expression 
A psychotic ideologue made this land his personal possession
We surrendered our weapons but mostly our ideas
We’re completely dominated and ruled  by insidious fears
Looking back it now seems the regime we overthrew
Wasn’t as bad as we thought, we were always able to make do
Revolutionaries that foment change using the gun
Will still be armed when the fighting is done


Students of history are smug and quick to understand
How this beautiful island was commandeered by one man
So many were mesmerized by his unending glib tongue
Like demons called Stalin, Hitler and Mao tse tung
There are many men like these in each generation
Preying on those feeling or promoting frustration
These villains are lauded til their motives come clear
Their main weapons are terror and bone chilling fear
The masses will demand a plebiscite and new constitution
Not going to happen without a new revolution


The loss of freedom doesn’t happen overnight
It disappears after each uncontested little bite
This is a warning to all that are free
Don’t think little bites can’t happen to thee 



One could easily change a few lines and add a few details
And come up with Russia, Venezuela ,China etc. a glib tongue
And a tired public are easy pickings for the egomaniacs
In the world. This is about Cuba, 1959

 





 
 
 

Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016


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,
winnings.

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

Stay awake and purposeful in our co-operative research,
for peacefulness,
contentment,
confluence,
justice,
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,
id-entity.

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,
incarnation,
karma,
ecologic,
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,
polypathic
con-sciencific
nature-spirituality.

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 | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Yolks and Whites, the Remix

Time's natural evolutionary
and revolutionary purpose
is primordial and eco-centric gratitude for being,
as compared to human nature's language of meaning,
becoming some intent we are not yet.

The evolution of our human natural culture
explicates
explains
our cooperative vocational
ecological purpose,
from this exegetical core of consciousness
we each are free to discover
those meaningful outcomes
value-fertile,
most likely to enrich our ego/eco balancing identity
as a binomially implied SELF+OTHER=WE vocation.

Our ego
bicamerally evolved
asks how my environmental risks and opportunities
intersect with my internally responsive opportunities
and dissonant risks
to arrive within this karmic here/now moment?

Ionic balancing = bionic fractal co-arising
polynomial prime relational metaphysical
eco-consciousness that positively radiates convex
fractal-ergodic universal balance
remains eternally
timelessly transparently bilaterally incarnating
and excommunicating,
inhaling and exhaling,
concaving
bionic unitarian inclusive-octave harmonics.

I'm still not feeling the love and passion
within this hard-shelled scientific  Taoist metaphysical egg.

Fertility, rather than sterility,
producing love
rather than merely consuming life's essential nutrients,
these are timing,
tipping point,
temporal,
temperate,
temperature systemic
familial regenerative flow and function issues.

To Optimize Continuous Quality Improvement
of comprehensive egolove and therapy,
we cultivate equivalent confluence
with our larger eco-logical health values
for economic cooperative networks
and guilds,
neighborhood eco-justice intent
as politically eco-nomic permacultural steering practice.

Polycultural Climax of Beloved Community
and Family
and Tribe
is our RNA-rooted vocation objective,
our full-yolked ecological purpose,
theological sacred eco-normic vocation,
while Permacultural Design and Development
is our transparently shared ego-logical web
holding deductive/inductive Left-Right brain co-dominantly 
co-arising meaning;
the opposite of cognitive and affective dissonance,
which is more like scrambling eggs.

Which brings us back to breakfast?

We need to be vigilant
to neither over-incubate our yolks 
nor under-cultivate our transparent white yins.
Freedom from half-baked inwardness
evolves freedom for just-right
twice-fried out organic hypotheses.

We regenerate our full-yolked ego-life cake
by consuming 100% eco-polycultural 
full multi-systemic therapeutic
prime-relational 
comprehensively informational conscience of
reverse-hierarchical Common solidarity-governance, 
fractal-cooperative syntaxed,
0-Prime-Soul temporal-spatial eco-identity.

To incarnate our full eco-fueled potential:
Reduce deductive-only knowledge-power to 50% of consciousness value,
To free up the additional 100% of "sub"consciousness=Eco-Consciousness
intellectual memory and tipping-point power.
Reduce "human nature" = "ego-nature" by 50%
and all Earth Tribe will reconnect their love of inclusive ecotherapy.
Reduce ego's cunning, calculating, commodification, 
value for immediate power outcome efficiency over long-term effectiveness,
confusing values for inhaling life and exhaling death
with Left-brain dominant language of "good" and "evil,"
so all Earth Tribe comprehends we already are who and what
we can eternally depend upon:
Reveal eco-self as double-yin function Right,
to confluently
competently
sustainably
optimally embrace HomoSap(o)yinned eco-revolution,
Reduce ego-centeredness by half,
to add Earth's intuited ecotherapeutic exegetical wisdom,
Deduct 50% of ego-desire
to discern EcoSelf's tipping point
desire for full rich love of each composting moment.

Which brings me back to breakfast choices.

Try walking meditation with ginger-root tea.

I knew this would turn vegan on me.

Root systems tend to nourish information trends 
most optimally
with contented environ-mental gratitude.

Root systems tend
to nourish in
formation trends,
optimally,
with con-tented
environ-men
tall gratitude.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Allah's Health Care Lament

I would add to all Evolutionary Cooperative Warriors
a nuance regarding my teleological
raison d'etre
defined as "freedom to choose"
as 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 
pathological evolution,
as we more accurately call this devolution,
bedevilment,
anti-Allah,
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 co-arising
co-integrating
Earth Tribes
of diversely cooperative,
struggling with,
but never competing against,
ReSolutionary Warriors,
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,
beauty,
resonance,
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!

CoMentor
in the errors and the blessings
of your mutually subsidiary
parasitic
Ways.
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 insurance
and tribal re-investment.

And then they might respond
by suggesting you apply your already existing cooperative economy
to the internet
to Earth,
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)], 
because +=(-,-) 
is both bicamerally-analogical and binary-digital applied 
to both 
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 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 healthing 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
trans-actional 
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
sub-optimizing
monoculture of unconscious entropic chaos,
death.

"Death" equals isolation,
a silo sential silent "0" PlaceHolder,
faith in absolute isolation of ego-Self-identity
at cellular,
suborganic,
and "whole system embodied mind"
as tri-systemic levels 
of conscientious mutually-transparent, 
subsidiary yet co-incident,
correlation
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 | Year Posted 2015


Long Poems