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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Allah and Buddha were Talking

You know what I think sometimes?
said Allah to Buddha,
Of course you do
and yet you don't.

I think I gave this gift of language
because you have a uniquely humanatured gift
of comprehending
and transposing
and translating languages thru-out each and all Earth tribes,
but primally amongst your anthro-Allah loving selves.

Buddha thinks
we under-invest using this cooperatively intended gift
to speak clearly
and honestly
with candid integrity
about what "I need"
and what "I really do not need more of,
or any longer."

Perhaps at work
in your vocation
you get along fairly confluently,
most folks act professionally
and politically
and socially
and economically
and ecologically
and healthily correct.

Yet, notice
next time
perhaps even within yourself,
within your family,
with your spouse,
with your kids
especially with those teenagers,
how much time do we invest
prattling happily
and sometimes ranting unhappily along
about what we want or wish for,
don't want and would never care to see
or hear
again;
now compare to your investment
conversing about what you most need
and what you most critically,
yet also chronically,
most specifically do not need
in your healthy intended and practised life,
and in your death-trending non-life
of false wealthy abundance.

We might turn to our professional colleague at work
say "I could use a cup of coffee."
but we would probably never say,
"I need more stimulants in my system
or this situation will put me to sleep."

We might say to our oppositionally obsessed daughter,
"If you throw that one-eyed Zoe doll down the stairs again
in the middle of this clunky throbbing night,
you can predict its immediate demise
in the trashcan of life!!!"
but seldom think to say
"I need for us to figure out a less alarming way
for you to wake me
when you need my attention,
and for you to let me sleep
when you merely want me."

Why are we more comfortable
telling our life partners,
"I don't feel like it tonight"
and less comfortable adding,
"but a back and foot and scalp massage would be heaven."

Seems like we would all be somewhat healthier
wealthier
and wiser
if we were more articulate
about our bodies' "need" language
while less reductively focused on
our little ego's cognitive "want"
"don't want" messages.

And, for that matter,
Allah adds
it might be nicer
if your national and global political conversations
followed this same trend
of ecological body integrity
with Buddha-mind communication patterns.

Rather than
"If you keep killing those innocent victims,
I'm going to spank you
and starve you."
as if sociopathology had not had quite enough of both
rather than co-mentored love,
what about,
"I do not need you to lead us toward more death.
I do need you to do what we elected
and supported
and expected you to do,
to facilitate positive health and wealth trends
for me
and all Earth's Tribes,
for life,
and all Time's incarnating needs for health right now,
through future's timeless generations,
positively trending outcomes
rooted in needs and not needs,
not-so-much about what you want
and don't want
for your small-minded exclusive future."

Our global Buddha body,
Earth as Sanghakaya
multisystemic incarnational economic school of ecojustice,
evolves religious and cultural sanity
screaming for cooperative healing
while speaking PC
through appropriate channels
how nice we could all be
through competing for wealth
by following Allah's nature and nation-building rules
of healthy reason,
inclusive organic seasons without threat of treason.

Our bodies need to compete cooperatively
even more than our minds want
to cooperatively compete.

It                   We
IS                  ISn't
crazy              sane
to                   not to
kill                 communicate
against            with
those               you
"Allah              "Allah creation
has                  has not
created"           destroyed"
without             with
first                 terminally
sharing             killing
Allah                Allah creation's
beauty and joy  ugly and sorrow
hospitality         ballistics
generosity        competitive selfishness
integrity.          mendacity.

When economic interest in ego
exceeds equivalent value
for eco-logical interest
and comprehensive assurance coverage
in eco-healthy wealth optimization,
then ego mind
operates out of cognitively dominant "want"
messages
rather than bodily-centered "eco-need"
messages,
rich environmental responses,
and healthy dialogue
of about and for optimizing life trends.

How could we incarnate
create
regenerate
economic or psychic wealth and health
not eco-logically balanced,
positively trending toward "beloved"
or "climax"
wealthy-health nutritional optimization
meeting Continuous Quality Improvement
Permacultural Standards
of Positive Design
and universally-uniting Development?

And, even if we could,
Buddha body would hate it
and Western mind
would disrupt into further cognitive-reductive dissonance,
rather than this emerging eco-consciousness
of Allah's incarnating mind as body-wisdom.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

King Solomon and Jonathon

Said King Solomon to Jonathon,
speculatively,
"Think of helium
as saturating the eggwhite understory
of this immense Earth-atmosphere
egg-incubator sack of hydrogen-saturated
wet air breathing in heat and light co-informing
to breathe out teleological
and permaculturally multisystemic
meaning and purpose 
for further co-operative becoming."

Warmly
and lightly
responded Jonathon,
son of bicameral love,
"I think of billowing cumulous clouds
ballistically foreshadowing
our ballasting clear blue sky,
like "death" and "life" are just human individuation-language
for Eco's recycling RNA-syntax and beauty and health,
universally radiant
unitarianly co-gravitational
co-arising breath."

King Solomon co-prehended,
"This Life is our encultured Time,
and Time's natural evolutionary
and revolutionary purpose
is primordial
and eco-centric,
rather than human nature's anthrocentric language
of meaning as co-inspiring intent."

"If that were true
what could this mean
for you and me?"
asked Jonathon
with some immediate concerns
about the evolution of our human race toward
naturally cooperative ecological culture,
and could it ever explicate our cooperative vocational
eco-centric purpose
for each day,
each choice,
the sacred co-operative co-arising value of each life,
human and otherwise,
each bionic form
with self-optimizing regenerative
slow-positive evolutionary growth abundance
of healthy-wealth,
with polyparadigmatic eco-cosciousness,
with multisystemic CQI therapeutic standards
for both deductive/inductive balanced values,
digitally QBit trend (-,-) Win-Win double-binding binary,
analogically biologic as ecological economics and 
Earth Rights political optimization power,
much less tglbq old and young minority-identified people's rights
not to be climatically and chronically bullied
by overly-commodified-quantified dis-eco-normic
suboptimization values
with high risk of failure to thrive.

Empathetically responded King Solomon,
"With Our exegetical care of eco-consciousness
as health and wealth of wisdom,
and interdependent assets v. liabilities,
we emerge more free
to discern those nutritionally meaningful positive-organic outcomes
most likely to enrich our ego-eco balancing polycultural identity
as binomially orthopracticing vocationers."

"That both does and does not sound
quite right
somehow"
concerned Jonathon's mind of bilateral Time-squared
as interior landscape enlightenment,
Zero-Zen-center-home-nest-syntax,
bicameral information processing/producing/consuming
regenerating/decomposing
neurally balanced rational-intuitive
Universalistic syntax-system messages and language
with comprehensively Unitarian eco-consciousness intent.

"How are Our co-arising environmental opportunities
and competitive risks,
and my own endosymbiotically responsive opportunities
and dissonating risks
co-derived, co-discerned, co-redeemed, co-mentored
in this here as now?"
asked King Solomon
sage wisely.

"Cooperatively co-arising economics
and ecological multisystemic therapy, design, and development
are not new eggs;
they are elder network-nests re-membering"
enlightened Jonathon's imagination.
"Eco-normic values are old RNA eggs
in a more recently ego-centric DNA nest
of stringing rings of Trees commodifying Life's Time."

"Cooperative co-arising economics and ecologic"
King Solomon analogized
"are my Right-Brain having her post-feminist
fractal-zeroistic
biometric way,
after a long reign of dominatrix
by an overly Yang-Left deductive-reductive
exegetical enculturation of history
as Win-Lose symbiotic dipolar evolution
by slow strangulation of all losers,
while ignoring deductive logic's
prime Eulerian Dynamic Function
in a 4 equivalent-dimensional Game Theory Dipolar-Balancing Corollary:
To Win-Win
transpose already existing Golden Rule Culture
into full-octave RNA syntax
inclusive of all Earth's Beloved Life-Tribes."

Jonathon,
who always had to have the last word
for reason which continued to escape him,
"I think a wiser King would use fewer words
and sing only the best psalms."



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

In My Home

In my universal-Left and unitarian-Right bicameral home
"crazy" has two functions,
ballistic weapon Left
aimed Right at Other,
ballastic Right
anchoring EgoSelf within EcoOther.

"Crazy"
when that begins with "you are"
marginalizes
dispossesses nutritional powers of functionality
with dire political and economic consequences
of appropriate fear and anger,
even hatred for this Word itself.

"Crazy" ballast
begins with "I am"
and "we all are,
or could be,
or have been;"
a synonym for "Wild."

"Wildness" hunts a dipolar antonym
for "domesticated"
like difference and sameness
of wild yeast
with domestic yeast.

"Domesticated"
a Left-dominant economist's 
overly reductive
deductive
and enthusiastic synonym
for "commodified,"
even "exegeticalized"
or "orthodoxed"
as true, and good and rational, and just,
found to function
with quantifiable domesticated values
for efficiency and effectiveness,
utility,
useful,
especially for continuing 
our Win-Lose Left-brain dominating cultural game.

But, dear co-economists,
co-domestic politicians,
eco-logists, one and all inclusive
discerning languaged tribe of "crazy",
what has become domesticated
remains primally as wild as RNA's encryption,
syntax exegetically balancing regenerative harmonics
Nature's ecosystemic-logic
will only permaculturally allow,
and polyculturally love,
synergize,
analyze,
decompose for future Wild's balancing regenerational outcomes;
you know, kids, children, offspring, 
new eggs from old nests.

Earth's Tribes are wild crazy universal,
despite DNA's uniting 
and regeneratively cooperative economic understory
of perma-enculturating intent,
language,
deductive/inductive orthopraxis,
Left-Right co-arising hemispheric ecotherapy,
balancing Wild-Rational eco-full bicameral
dipolar [reverse co-relational] consciousness.

If Wild is not Universalist
then our political economics
could not evolve Unitarian.

Earth Rights
include rights to evolve dipolar balancing Wild-consciousness,
images,
imagination,
form with function,
incarnating co-operating ministries,
information,
intelligence,
RNA-fractal,
Zero-Soul timelessly TransParenting
Tree of Life Greets Death
Co-Messianic Exegenetically Rooted,
+/(-,-) [plus OVER bi-laterally negative self-bound logic as positive-inductive co-operating form/function/flow/frequency]
tri-temporal yangspace/not-not linear binomial yintime.

YesYes!
+Yang,+Yang
Win-Win's
YinYin
NotNot (-,- binary balance)
Thermodynamic Prime-Binary Gaming EcoBioSystemic Equivalence.

In My home
"crazy" evolves three functions:
One, to see who is winning (and when and where and hopefully why),
Two, to hear who is losing (when and where and hopefully why),
Three, to decompose this losing wildness
into its imaged dipolar opposite,
to co-mentor eco-wins thru EgoDeath's
Plan B with A WinWin.

You heard it here
but I heard it first
way back in UU history.
Bilateral Zeroism as prime function
goes back at least to Bucky Fuller,
and One could be no more Plan B Universalist than he;
and he would be offended
if his UU cooperative co-creators
could not hear his "synergy" as Unitarian-istic "love"
and self/other wildly self-optimizing regenerative design
and permaculturally economic cooperative 
co-arising Left-Right partnership development.





Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Where Poets Rule

Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose....
A calligrapher writes out his lines
not just for the exquisiteness of the script
but to also convey a meaning.
              Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)

What is the purpose of poetry,
and therefore of the poet?
Refined prose?
Beautifully flowing style and structure?
Artistic elegance
or truth of content?

Is poetic purpose the meaning of its language
or the art of linguistic choices?

Of course it must be both,
symbiotically fertilizing and farming each incubating embryo,
functioning and forming creative language,
an expression of intuited deduction,
refinement toward exegetically known and felt soul-truth
through eisegetical analogy
ecology
economy of linguistic order,
principles of languaged left-brained human nature
dancing prancing functional flow and forms
through right-brained regeneratively intuited
proportional and aesthetic octave polycultured memory,
dream-dancing DNA.

What evolves and seeds
plants and pulls
harvests and winnows language,
thought,
understanding and learning,
comprehension and mentoring orthopraxis,
ecotherapy and healing
rationality and polypathic sanity?

This optimally sustaining
revolutionary bipolar meaning
for graceful living
and breathing
and healing poetry,
enculturates as metaphysically expressed
through universal laws of language
and cooperative economics,
trans-actively mutual mentoring love,
as words teach us what we think
and thoughts inspire our Way (Tao) 
toward optimally inclusive expression.
Meanwhile poetry evolves physically incarnating
through global dancing and singing
in full octave ringing circles
of energy and organic-spiral dynamic mass,
coincident communion.

Poets conduct dancing lyrics of life through death,
decompositioning regeneration.

Poets prehend self-governance structures
in ways of light more enlightened
than competing partisan pedantry;
which may not be saying much for poets.

Transliterating Laotse on "Rulers":
Of the best public administrators
    The people only have faith,
    prehend, that they exist,
    or did way back in the day;
The next best they love and praise:
    the comprehensively wise polypaths 
    with CQI regenerative well-being outcomes.
The abusive  and tyrannical next they fear;
    powerful fools.
And the neglectful next they revile and ridicule;
    weak and humorless fools.

When poets do not command the people's faith,
Some will lose faith in them,
And then they resort to oaths!
But, of the best,
those wisely compassionate cooperative poetic-rulers,
    when their outcomes are optimally accomplished,
    their full-octaved permacultural design word work done,
The folks all remark, 
    "We have written and told and danced, 
    lived and breathed,
    colored and cultured it ourselves."

It is no more or less feasible
to have a mutually subsidiary 
and cooperative design and development
sociopathic CEO,
than it is to find a wise and holy
competitive hoarder of wealth and power.

Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose.

Creation disguises,
yet implies,
teleology as ecologic.




Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

It Seems To Me

Evolution unfolds history
as economics forms cultural values.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by John lawless | Details |

I CAN'T BREATHE - a rant

I CAN’T BREATHE

I am being suffocated by causes.
Will we march Quixote-like
enraged by the spinning of the windmills?
We protest the wars carrying placards
while expecting others to carry arms,
praise God and worship Jesus while
condemning all others to eternal damnation.
How many would offer to abort – an abortion –
by offering to adopt the child at birth,
feed the hungry at their own kitchen table,
stage a “die-in” in the lobbies of academia
demanding they empty their cash filled
endowment accounts – and give to the poor,
clothe the naked, drill wells for the thirsty.
In our effort to “Celebrate Diversity” are we
selectively excluding those who are just
too diverse for us?  Must we sacrifice our
history and culture on the altar of inclusiveness?
Perhaps, in time, our exhalations will become
toxic to an environment devoid of trees to
balance our co-dependent existence.
Why are the rights of the 1% minority less
important than those of the 99% who claim
to be in the majority.  Are not politicians corrupt
by the very nature of the political power structure?
Should we vote blindly because we do not
listen – only hear what we want to hear,
sit in the eye of the hurricane of apathy
warning all of the dangers outside of it,
tax the poor to fund programs for the poor,
subsidize farmers to grow less to keep the
prices high, rail against compromises in
the privacy laws while posting our lives
on Face Book, twitter, and u-tube.
Have we forgotten the cries of the oppressed:
“No more genocides, no more holocausts”,
turned our backs, averted our eyes
lest we see the horror we negligently condone.
Will we black out all our bumper stickers,
discard all of our tee shirts, assist the
elderly shopper in reaching the high shelf,
pick up after our pets – or even more
spiritually – pick up after someone else,
speak to the disheveled panhandler –
if only briefly - to say good morning,
contribute more than money and
three cans of tuna to the food drive,
assist voters to the polls regardless
of their political leanings, allow those
who do not see our concerns as having
any real value their opinion.  Will we(I)
be their when the marches are over,
the media bored with the cause, the
placards torn and faded, the enthusiasm
waning as work, school, exams, life –
and the living of it – move us back to
the eye of the maelstrom, the safety of
conformity, the “peace” of acquiescence.

Or will we scream each morning
“LET US BREATHE”.  Let us breathe
life and passion and power into our
day, reach out and “BE CAUSE”,
stay the course lest the ship lose
it heading, run aground on the shoals
of false satisfaction at how involved
we were, how much we accomplished.

Will we breathe the breath of truth,
of freedom, of love, of peace, of unity
across this land reaching to the shores
and forests of our world, reaching to
touch the hand of that stranger
who lives next door.


John G. Lawless
12/13/2014 


Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by Sophia Jenkins | Details |

o to my generation

O to my generation

What happen to the days of imagination, when did we get so lazy? I give it to us we address the problems of bullying small kids, fat kids, poor kids black and yellow and brown kids and the disable. Most of the cruelties from our parents’ generation. It’s ok to be gay it’s ok to have your happiness at the expense of forgetting integrity. We run to our mother who raised us television was her name. NBC, CBS, ABC, MTV and, FOX taught us how to be .Tupac, and Biggie smalls, Foo fighters, Green day. Weezer .gave voice to our pain.

We are the lost generation of the decline .Although I believe in women’s rights .That day in the 1960 s when our mothers went to work our family died .Daddy no longer knew how to be the leader .So divorce came. in to our house. Step families came into place. Our fathers were so hurt from our mother going to work they never recovered .They just made more mothers and less families. 

No girls knows how to become a woman so she watched movies in 90201 and Yo MTV raps told her how to dress prime time TV told her what boys wanted .Seventeen magazine and Elle and vogue taught her to be everything the roaming boys needed before they became the carbon copies of their roaming fathers .
Selfish parents give way to selfish children .But there selfish children take it one step further .With their TV dreams .Raise by our mother cable. Everybody wants to be famous. Our boys want fast cars and even faster women going from one bed to the next .showing the original mothers that they moved on from the original abandonment. Selfish girls strike back by showing men not only do they not  need them to survive but they can be better providers and live life not only to obtain but master what men only attain thru their gender rights .

Everyone  becomes so out sorts they need chemicals to function .With the abandonment of the original mother .They coat there fillings and cocaine and weed and dampen there view of life with alcohol. .We are the generation of the angry seed. We overcame injustice of acknowledgements .But in the end we lost our family.

Now the angry boys are angry men .They strike back at the original, mother in make baby mothers pre-made broken families .The girls sell their happiness to the highest bidder. So the madness has over taken us so much that our imaginations die. we reality TV ourselves because we wish our real life wasn't .We try to get off the chemicals in give ourselves  a second chance  .We go on journeys to find the love of the mother who went to work in the sixties. Until then we jacks ass ,catfish, keep up with girls who have sex on camera  to become our heroes  .We bad girls club ,Basketball wives ,ourselves  ,shave our heads  ,snort our troubles ,and smoke ourselves until she comes back in say mommy’s home in daddy can lead us again.


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Copyright © Sophia Jenkins | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Earth Birthing Rights

"...when you as an individual repeat the same [competitive v. cooperative health] choices in relationship to your own mind[body] and emotions, those choices also form habits [potentially becoming instinctively patterned loss of choice-freedom of will] that define your [ecosystemically healthy, and/or systemically win-lose suboptimizing] personality and your psychological self-sense." Andrew Cohen, "Evolutionary Enlightenment" p. 72

Psychological Self-sense:
sustain identity as ego-time's
CoPresent EcoPresence, 
alpha through omega,
in ubiquitous syntax of DNA/RNA Tribes
of Bodhisattva EcoWarriors
and Reverse Hierarchical EcoOccupyers,
Yang Co-Relational ReGenerators
with Yin Elational, 
iconic dipolar co-arising functional,
EarthBenign 
Original Intent.

MLK's Beloved Community on Earth,
like Buckminster Fuller's Spaceship Earth Universal Intelligence,
his active hope 
and passionately urgent love for comprehensive 
cooperative eco-consciousness,
like Darwin's view of Earth's endosymbiotically interdependent evolution,
is permaculturally rooted,
not only in the Buddha bicameral brain of loving kindness,
or even the uniquely human natured neural eco-messaging system.

Rather,
polyempathic ecoconsciousness
or co-intelligence with all  healthy temporal syntax,
evolves from the cooperative root strategy of DNA,
so, even more primally,
from each RNA self-regenerative living cell structure,
design,
and polycultural development of life as aptic-love-elational default
MidWay spacetime health-optimization balance.

My consciousness arrives through my mindbody,
a neural time-evolving system,
includes my bicameral heart,
my bilateral lungs,
all my Internal/External organs and tools
hold this endosymbiotic Beloved Community
of eco-centric synergy
to joint venture invest
in my/our regenerative co-arising cooperative,
though often co-falling challenged,
alpha through (0)Mega Point faltering step
toward eco-selfconscious diastasis,
(0)-soul sum of interest rooting
harmonic balanced content
within four equi-dimensions of nature's full-octave frequencies
inform
co-arise ecofunction
of thermodynamic balance-harmonic fractal fold-times
within (Fuller's concave half-function), 
as enlightening dawn dipolar with dark dusk dissonance
without (Fuller's universal convex half-function).

Repeating choices,
now regenerating habits,
now revolving ecoconsciousness
of cooperative 
polycultural 
ecopolitical 
revolutionary design 
as Beloved Communication development.

Rise up from ashes of Anger and Fear
of ego-centric mythic gods 
of fleet time to make nutritious hay 
while our eco-fueling sun shines
to birth just Earthright time.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Rhoda Monihan | Details |

Not Findable, Not There, Not True

If god is there then he should be findable,
By yourself, when you think and reason
Through rationality using logic graspable 
With conclusions that can’t be treason

Essentially, you think on your own, alone, 
Beliefs have their right in ownership
In individual insights which have a tone
For which there is no partnership

Alice in Wonderland describes this process
Of thought as something each one takes, 
As something not questioned unless
You’re retracing your steps for stakes

So you should be able to work it out
For yourself, whether the gospel is true,
Because born agains claim without doubt
That your friend for faith has a clue

They pride on evangelism, telling others, 
It’s the crux of their posture and stance, 
But why are people so vital, proclaimers 
When you should just be able to glance

So long as people are in the equation
So long as brothers make services
The gospel won’t stand, the invitation
Won’t ring true to my mind’s crevices

The gospel was coined by John Calvin
He said it was for anyone to have and find
In the seventeenth century he did let in
Anyone to hype themselves up and wind

After I blasphemed, I was hounded
By the person I’d confided in first
That I’d followed Jesus and repented:
She had to let me out again, must! 

So the truth about religion, this stands: 
Is there are people relationships in all,
For every Christian, for any clergy’s hands
Everything comes back to people tall

It starts with another person, ends also, 
Someone placed that bible you read
Someone sang loudly, showed torso
Someone voiced that hardship bed

Christians are so positional, so sure, 
Take opportunities, risks even stout
And I think their motto and their lure
Is a fluid organisation, they’re not out

They believe in fluid church structures
That the church is managed with skill
That group discussions and prayers 
Light the road ahead that won’t till

So don’t believe the gospel or faith, 
If you only read the bible yourself, 
Because even it has a printer to chase, 
For the truth of its form and stealth. 

Don’t just think that things happen, 
For no reason, ‘cos there’s a person
For every thought, event or garden, 
And there’s a reason for a convulsion. 

‘Cos your own private thoughts abide, 
As yours and only yours to enjoy, 
And it’s by them that we know inside, 
What beliefs to posit and employ. 

If you can’t get there on your own, 
Then there must be no gospel, faith, 
Just a theology of lies that are sown, 
By people who want in you to bathe.

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Manda Martinez | Details |

Time

My super power is to control time
I like to think this in my mind
although it can never be stopped 
take a hit of this dank **ed 
and remember **it that you forgot
I can hear the clock 
as it ticks and it tocks
away the building blocks
on the steps towards success 
i climbed to reach the top
enlightenment to me is determining whether my thoughts
are aligned and centered 
on going for the gold to making my life better
because
gold is another objective of life 
to making things right 
the truth is told at night 
when you cant see the that sneaky serpent creeping 
up behind
as eve takes a bite
of that forbidden fruit
going against everything she was told to do
 the third eye in the sky will always find you
and now we are facing a lifetime punishment
with a bunch of greedy republicans 
making worldwide decisions for our government
we are in for destruction of doom
society never lets us bloom
we are consumed
after being cut at the stem
factorizing us all into identical copies
to turn out just like them
we are all copies of the past generation
placed in a half ***ed congregation
of unfair stratification
loss of  all human to human communication
we have been blinded by these walls
only to be set up to be watched as we fall
they don't want us to see exactly
what is in store for tomorrow
and where we fall
is exactly the placement we were supposed to follow
the minds of the general people are hollow
their pride they are taught to swallow
although
they are never taught to rebel 
discouraged by the idea that sin leads 
to the road of hell
we are not equipped with the courage
so we let the sin within continue to flourish
like the overpriced wine
from all the grapes that were dying on the vine
get lost in time and become intertwined 
with skeptical thoughts about all external life
start gambling with death 
just for ***its and kicks
the number of the beast is six six six
but the lucky numbers are triple sevens
everyday i still continue to sin
so i too may not be able to explore behind the doors 
of the so called heavens
so congrats to the rats who twisted the facts 
by giving me false information and all those knives in my back
from all the knowledge and wisdom i still lack
until there is realization
the beast lives within
the clawing under our skin
i try to deny his entrance but he still finds ways to creep in
try to show it the way out
but didnt leave without a doubt 
it ended with an intense conversation
and smoke rushing out of my mouth




 




Copyright © Manda Martinez | Year Posted 2014


Long Poems