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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

EcoTherapist Conventions

Truth is a feather 
pushed off to the other side.

Truths are a body of feathers
within which our bodies reside.

OK, students of life’s healthiest purposes and meanings,
it’s time to regather, if you would be so kind.

Namaste.

[Silence]

[My EcoTherapist is trying to recall our bicameral minds with ecological bodies.]

[More kinda creepy silence.]

[I wonder if I have time for a cigarette.]

How do you understand “mind” as other than “body”?

[OK, she leads with a dualist assumption
for a session advertised as nondualist,
so the correct answer must be,
I don’t.]

Which, mind or body, do you believe came first,
or do you believe,
as I do,
consciousness and biosystems co-arise nondually?

[I knew it!
Biosystems are self-identifying consciousness-rememory 
DNA-encoded systems, or RNA, if you’re a tree or something green,
from before the time when physical root systems
transubstantiated into metaphysical regenerate root bilateral,
then bipedal, 
then bicamerally balancing,
eco-political systems.
I remember our history of biological evolution co-mentoring sessions,
out on the coral reefs of time’s surfing copresence.]

If mind emerges from reiterative and redundant and resonant neural-cellular development,
in these, and probably other, senses co-arising nondually,
then what do you think could survive of your Ego identity
upon total biosystemic flatline demise of your natural-chemically elementary cellular body?

From where would sensory consciousness and memory emerge?
From when, and for how long?

[Hang on there now. I’m stuck back on the where question, 
which I think should probably default as Nowhere,
Ego emerges from nowhere?
No, no, If dead,
then Ego as sensory consciousness and memory is nowhere
at that time, and on into the future of EarthTribal evolutionary history.
No such phenomenon.
No such experience within continuous Earth-spinning Time.
I think?
But only as long as I dance this Ego-consciousness string
I am]

As your mindbody decomposes,
is this really still your Ego’s story?
In that future time of opportunities for health and relationship
and transactions,
capacities for ongoing communication,
you struggle to face their mortal loss now, projecting forward,
we struggle together to find faith 
these lost opportunities are not your post-critical event
of loss, decay, absence, inevitable physical and mental defeat.

[I don’t even have faith that anyone will think that day
has come even one day too soon.
Nor would I care to invest in such an unwise faith.]

Or,
in the face of this inevitable termination of Ego’s mindbody story,
do you, 
as unfolding conscious memory-string of continuous information,
transform into your nutritionally reiterating responses and contributions
yet reverberating within EarthTribe’s ReGeneration Story?

Is your Ego expanding out toward Earth’s Story?
pregnant pregenetic, nearly timeless Creation Story,
out and yet deeply into this Elder (0)Riginal Intent.

Body memory transforming within ecopolitical truths of post-taoist beauty,
remembering—revolving—rewinding—reweaving
ecologic of Ego/Eco balancing
embryonic bicameral
dipolar cognitive/affective neural emergence
(0) CommonsCentered DNA/RNA code—syntax
healthy reverse development instructions
for normative natural/spiritual
mind/body elational resonant resolutions
giving oneself birth into this body’s time
as giving ourselves freedom
for time’s codependent love of light ourselves.

[My self-image emerges rather far toward the depressive side
of love as ecoconscious light myselves.
Oh, wait, maybe that connection between agape as Basic Attendance,
understory of all those relational dramas, and nonrelational boredoms,
and fears,
and angers,
and….]

Memories,
knowledge,
thoughts,
comprehension,
dissonance and dismay,
feelings of elation and relation,
anticipation,
innocence,
ignorance,
love and hate,
anger and fear,
all Ego’s products,
as Ego, in turn, is produced
by unfolding DNA instructions
within a nurturing DNA-developed warm embryonic pronoic womb
living in this specific time
within  Earth’s evolution of continuing ecosystemic health-consciousness.

[Oh, I get it, health as therapy-consciousness.
Puts a postmillennial twist on post-doctoral medicinal sciences.
Kind of self-serving, though, 
unless all humane-nature is for ecotherapeutic vocations,
in dying as in living,
in living as optimally visible through mortality’s timeless lens.]

What we inherited from Elder wombs of Time’s incarnation
is what Ego becomes
to cherish as responsible authority
rooted within teleologically exegetical historic evidence
unveiling regenerative evolutions as cooperative nested-networks,
and to let go free as a last pay-it-forward gift
to nurture future healthy regenerations of time
bilaterally echoing
fractal-polypathic light,
(0)-TaoWombTime.

[Why do I feel like I could use a bath
more than a cigarette?]

Time,
dualdark
deepdense Ego-Ecohypnotic co-elational learning bright,
white octaving night,
protons merging eco-lateral binomial electronically issuing waves
as Yes! reweaves notnot 
yinyin
WinWin embryonic-yet.

[I’m wondering if there is something in Taoist water
that regenerates this wu wei balance
spinning through my bicamerally revolving mind
as body?]

Could you become as curious about other’s Ego development stories
as you have obsessed about your own?

[Wait a minute,
when did I give you the OK to label me as self-obsessed?
Or maybe the balance point here 
invites comparisons between obsessive curiosities,
in which case
perhaps my own Ego health constant revival
does indeed lie most mortally on my failing mind.]

If so,
please note differences
but memorize Earth’s natural systemic similarities,
especially about what we all want our end to say
one day's capacities for love as peace,
about gradually subsiding incapacities of anger Ego losses
and fear of future Earth as sacred compost, 
transubstantiating post-climatic residency.

Namaste.

[Namaste.
Oh wait,
was I supposed to write that out loud?]

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

Legend of the Red October Run

Dedicated to the 2000 National College Football Champions, the Oklahoma Sooners 

--------------------------------------------------------------

Over fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan
Watched and reveled in their glories, every one;
But there’s no more glorious “Sooner Magic” 
Than the Red October Run.

The new millennium's first football season,
Excited Sooners fans’ hopes did soar.
They had tasted victory in Bob Stoops’ first year;
Now, they wanted - no, expected - even more.

There was a glint of promise in Bob’s eyes,
Strength and confidence in his every word.
“Our Team has shown improvement”, is what he said;
“We’ll win!” is what fans heard.

By September’s end, the Sooners were 4 and O,
A “cupcake schedule” some anxious fans would say;
Twenty-two days in October would rule their destiny.
Texas, K-State, Nebraska, the teams they’d have to play.

“OU’s October is a gauntlet”, said ESPN;
“Play #10 and #2 and #1…and win”?
So, on a rainy Saturday morning in Dallas,
The Red October Run would begin.

The Texas State Fair at the Cotton Bowl,
Fans were welcomed by Big Tex.
They screamed, “Go OU!” and “Hook’em Horns!”;
But none could imagine what happened next.

Heupel was a dominating General;
The Sooners Offense, his relentless troops.
Calmus and the Defense assured a total rout,
The Coach of the Day was Bob Stoops.

Sooners fans were wild, delirious with glee;
But Bob seemed focused and sedate.
“We’ll enjoy this victory Sunday;
Then Monday, we’ll prepare for Kansas State”.

No time to revel in the Glory, #2 was tough.
Better than the Huskers?  The possibility was real.
The road to #1 went through Manhattan,
And the Sooners would have to win it on the field.

The sportscasters had a field day.
Last year’s “coaching coup” was news again.
Beasley versus Heupel was “The Match-up”.
Could Heupel evade K-State’s awesome defense 
   and find a way to win? 

Again, Heupel and his troops met the challenge;
And as the Sooners “D” assured a hard fought win,
Every Sooners fan’s heart was stirred.
Could our Sooners be “Big Red” again?

Mighty Nebraska, #1, was coming to Owen Field.
“Biggest OU - Nebraska game in years!” Corso said.
It would be 1 versus 2, a heralded gridiron epic
For the coveted title of…”Big Red”.

It was OU’s biggest home game ever.
The campus was alive with vendors and would-be 
   ticket buyers.
Every Sooners Fan’s heart was pounding.
Could the smell of #1 stoke the Sooners' fires?

The Huskers struck so quickly.
At 14 to nothing, Sooners fans were stunned.
It was shaping up to be a long, long day;
And it wasn’t going to be fun.

Quickly tho’, Heupel rallied his Sooners troops.
They scored and scored and scored again.
The Sooners “D” built a Wall at the 50,
And would not let the Huskers in.

Winners, the Sooners ran and jumped with glee.
Fans flooded Owen Field, milling all around,
Praising and hugging their Sooners Heroes.
They even tore the goal post down.

Now #1, the Sooners had won it on the field.
Their preparation had been well taught.
Bob Stoops, all his great coaches and assistants,
Took pride in how the Sooners fought.

Someone once said, “Everyone loves a winner.”
Everywhere you looked confirmed it’s true.
OU flags fluttered.  Decals, hats, and clothes abound.
Come November, the Sooners and their Fans
    had been renewed,

There’s no slighting the importance of Red October.
The Sooners came together as a Team.
No doubt too, without “The Red October Run”
Their National Championship would still be just a dream.

For the next five games, it was simply unacceptable
For the Sooners to even think that they could fail;
And, tho’ Heupel played injured, they won the Big 12 Championship;
Great Sooners Defense had prevailed.

But no one gave these Big 12 Champs the slightest chance to win
Against the mighty Seminoles of Florida State.
The Heisman Trophy Winner was their quarterback
And their defense was touted to be great.

At the coin toss, Team Captain Torrance Marshall
Said to their quarterback in words most serious and sure,
“You took our boy’s trophy”.  Then he smiled,
“Now we’re gonna take yours”.

The Sooners “D” was everywhere and completely shut them down;
And, when Quentin Griffin’s touchdown closed the door,
Their quarterback knew that Marshall’s words rang true;
The not-so-mighty ‘Noles had not been allowed to score.

Yes, Bob Stoops and his Sooners knew the challenge:
To win Each game ‘til Every game’s been won;
Win for Sooners and their Fans the unchallenged right
To revel in the Glory of being #1.

Yes, my Sooners Team goes on and on,
Different faces, different names;
But these Sooners Champions will be well remembered
For the Season they won Every game.

Undefeated National Champions!
Before October, who would have ever dreamed?
Why, just last year, we didn’t even know the players' names;
And now, they’re College Football’s Greatest Team.

To overcome all adversity and rise to every challenge,
The reward for such a feat is being #1;
Their path to Glory born of a Sooners Legend
Called The Red October Run.

-----------------------------------------


Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Prophets and Messiahs

The difference between bad-old-boy competitively evolving egg whites
and good-girl revolutionary just-us-yolks
is the difference between prophetic intent
and messianic practice,
said Professor Glory
in her Gospel of Permaculture class,
one Friday morning
while sitting on her
crass desk of Primal Theory.

What could this dipolarity possibly mean,
between prophets of reforming doom and brighter co-redeemers,
for science and a more exegetical philosophy?
she apparently asked rhetorically
as surely no pupil would raise a voice or brow 
to expansively respond.

Prophet Kuhn's Problem of Incommensurability
within scientific revolutions,
as contrasted to normal-science evolutions,
runs logically parallel
to Darwin's problem 
that endosymbiosis appears to conclude
that the genetically rich will always get richer,
whether these be biological genes
or paradigmatic memes,
without explaining a more complex phylogenetic recreativity
and interdependence
resulting in great speciating transitions 
and scientific revolutions 
across multiple paradigms,
bringing what was individuated
into a new,
more multiculturally explicated,
consciousness of evolving ecto-cooperatively synced
co-empathic democratic trust.

Culturally synergetic trends
across ectosymbiotic revolutions
of cooperative Win-Win evolutionary diastasis,
or, as we like to say in Permaculture,
"climaxing beloved community"
conjoins complexly interdependent
paradigms
species
within ecological systems,
cooperating networks.

So 
one prophet's competitively incommensurable endo-evolution
of Business As Usual shouting for reform
could also be a cooperative messiah's meta-commensurable
ecto-revolutionary 
permacultural exegesis
rooted in a fractal regenerativity of relativity theory,
as Primal Relationship of Left with Right bicameral consciousness.

Right-meta-intuitive with Left-endo-ego-deductive balance
coarises two nondual, endo with ecto, 
symbiotic environmental views 
of culture,
nature,
form,
information,
deductively-physical with intuitively-metaphysical function,
con-scientific conscience,
consciousness of supporting prophetic evolutions
promising revolutionary cooperative permacultural design
and development 
of familial 
and tribal 
and all ectosymbiotic 
political and eco-logical eco-normics.

Prophets predict scientific revolutions 
most exegetically and co-redemptively correct,
as in historically accurate about Great Transitions,
after the fact of swelling intuitive/deductive cultural support.

Meanwhile
the co-messianic promise of a new cooperative
permacultural
metaphysical endo/ectosymbiotic evolutionary paradigm
may resolve more ectosymbiotic imbalances
long before competitive BusinessAsUsual Left-brain dominance
realizes he has already lost interest
enthusiasm
investment
in further Win-Lose Evolutionary Prophecies.

Permaculturing seasons 
with deductive/inductive developmental reasons
long ago RNA-inclusively proved themselves
to be at least as successful endosymbiotically,
deductively,
reductively within any one paradigm or species,
as ectosymbiotically,
metasystemically,
polyculturally,
universally,
cosmologically,
seasonally/transitionally fractal rhythms of eco-consciousness as Time;
a Win-Win Opera in 4 confluent voices
with Polynomial Uracil singing full Yang Summer of ReGenesis
with Not-Not Polynomial Cytosine's full Yin-Yin Winter DeComposition
while Adenine-Springs forward Yin to Yang consumption
and Guanine-Falls back Yang toward Yin production,
A with G
and U with C
each bi-elliptically 
dipolar-fractal (0)-soul centrally
regeneratively 
revolving diastasis;
bicamerally functional in-form-ation--
not-not cognitive dissonance theory.

Both Left-endo and Right-ecto symbiosis
are important to bicameral co-messiahs
with scientific-intuitive
revolutionary/transitional
information processes,
autonomic-aptic-endemic 
steering toward pandemic 
enculturation.

Quoting my colleague Professor C. Eisenstein,
"Are people happier now,
more fulfilled,
for having films 
rather than tribal storytellers,
MP3 players
rather than gatherings around the piano?
Are we happier eating mass-produced food
rather than that from a neighbor's field
or our own garden?
Are we happier?
Has any new need been met?"

Intending this quote rhetorically
concluded with a question,
Professor Glory smiled with pleasure
at the smallest person voice
far in back of her great assembly hall,
"Our new permacultural need
on behalf of all EarthTribe species
is cooperative networking capacity
which might revolve recapacity
to gather around a piano
to become each other's song
sung in exquisite harmonic octaves,
with four equally balanced voices
co-messianically blending East with prophetic West
and exegetically back again,
reiterating karmic grace."

Well sung.
Co-arising revolution is to exegetical regenesis of loving nutritious grace
as prophetic evolution is to eisegetical phylogenesis,
struggling toward polypathic natural designs of cycling time.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Variations on a Cultural Theme

It was sometime back in the 70's,
my later 20's,
I woke up one morning to realize
EgoSelf as an often dissonant nest 
of natural systemic TaoEarth,
a mindbody bicameral treehouse
in some way that felt socially
and economically
and perhaps even politically awkward.

Too much like an Ugly Duckling Ego
in a Cinderella Opera,
clearly expecting myself to overcompensate
for my alien social-regenerative nature,
by learning to play each of the other roles
co-arising adeptly.

Prince Charming to my kids and husband,
somehow especially sadly 
because I have the only AngloIdentified
AnthroBioSystem
in my Ugly StepSister/Brother and Cinderella and
Prince Charming family. 

Carefully avoiding LoseLose Economist
as SuperUgly dualdark StepMother
of malicious,
mendacious,
hateful intent 
to play out a MonoCulturally supremacist Win-Lose Opera,
with me in charge of racist misery.

It was not until we all began stretching together
to comprehend what it means,
in terms of health and beauty,
goodness and truth,
to become daily reborn
into a PostMillennial Taoist Unitarian Universalism,
more richly hued polycultural health outcomes increase.

In this PostTaoist UU Landscape,
I have come to correlate
Left MindBody Language,
with YangPowered nutritional-natural health outcomes

If, and only if,
co-arising MidWay Tipping Point
of deductive-within-inductive mutual nature/spirit interest and value,
Elder Right MindBody Inductive-Empathic-Subjective
nutritional-nurturing PermaCultural 
dialectical decomposition confirms
RNA (0)-soul regenerative health enculturation-confluence, 
contentment, 
no ecosystemic stress,
trending toward PolyCultural Climaxing Outcomes,
where P as Exterior Landscape
reiterates reverse-temporal intention
of NotNot P as EcoInterior Right MindBody Landscape.

This is densely substantial and speaks of rich fertility,
and is kind of a lot to carry around in one bicamera-rolling mindbody ecosystem,
but,
for us,
together, I hope,
our already shared Main (0)Mega Point Principle of Time,
is a dipolar nature-spirit nondual radically symbiotic hypothesis

Universal-ConVex c-squared YangTime
functions unitarian within 4D RealTime e-squared 
PrimeRelational Right MindBodies
co-arising
Newtonian gravitational waves -,-
Einsteinian radiant frequency bilateral +,+ mutually positronic-elational,
are also double-bound reverse-immune aptic-negentropic-electronic fractal ballast.

I hope you are familiar with Right-brain love of health as symmetry
and truth and goodness
and light rather more than dual dark
as sensual-polycultural-receptor color and tone,
autonomic temporal balance of bilateral/bicameral systems,
breathing and heart-beat norms of mindbody health,
blood flow nutrient ebb and flow streams of energetic balance,
these bilateral-revolving flow structures,
like DNA ladders
twisting in fractalspiral ordered revolutions
never quite reaching EgoHome,
but fully-defining-refining
our Earth-centered hearts and rivers
of internal nutritional blood-systemic fueled
neural mindbody flow systems of balance,
ebb-exhale YinUnitarian,
flowing inhale diastolic Yang Universal.

Now I unfold each morning
stepping into a PermaCulturing Opera,
co-arising Janus-faced bicameral mindbody spacetime
and language,
dialects and seasonal nutritional dynamics of light love
and peaceful contentment-nature,
with dipolar appositional dualdark AngerLose-FearLose
cognitive-affective dissonance,
Tipping Point notices from Elders past
ruminating dualdark voices of Time's languaged present
co-presence,
(0)-EcoConsciousness.

Buckminster Fuller often plays
Elder Ugly Duckling Prophet and Father of Time.
He speaks eco-logos to biological UU systems
using analogies of temporal-bilateral dialects,
diapraxis,
diastasis,
transforming-fusing fold and unfold functions
metaphysical correlations incarnating physical form,
development regenerative potential.
Time folds Yang convexly,
Physical Universe as closed present-tense diastatic potential,
achieved through cooperative co-mentorship of design and development,
Time unfolds Yin bilaterally OpenSystemic,
concavely unitarian-integral-dialectic-fractal-prime-dipolar-relationship-elation-co-gravitation-implicate-string-nature's-time-syntaxed-order....

And, maybe,
wondering what you UniversalYang with UnitarianYin Right MindBody Balance
bicamerally ego/eco-conscious folks polypathically think,
what we might find,
discover,
recover,
within Bucky Fuller's Synergy,
as Polycultural Climax ReGenerative TemporalSpatial Design,
and elsewhere too,
in PermaCultural apps for cooperatives
economic
and political
and ecological
and health-value systemic
by divesting of toxic monocultural over-competitive anthro-development
within this lifetime's Ego-Deductive-Dominant PreMillennial Memory.




Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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 Poetryof Providence | Details |

APOLOGY

You spoke of Love in the kingdom to come
Where the works of hatred would be undone
you bid your disciples to follow whats true
to demonstrate its power in the actions they do
 
But I have seen injustice
      In the congregations of God
they have castigated children
with verbal tirades           they did flog

committed vicious slander
and the innocent             threw away
refused to hear their lack of justice
and those who tell the truth                they slay

But these actions are not hidden
from our King                 God has given throne
those of us who’ve seen it
our thoughts to him          have shown

His retribution will not linger
with his army he arrives
expose he will oppressors
those who                       cover deceit with lies
 
They profess to be disciples
of the Christ and Father Jah
but the errors                   of injustice
have trespassed the Love that’s law

Into the sanctuary
          I have sent this word
that like prayers of incense 
their cries and tears           be heard

At the house of God there’s punishment
until true mercy            we can learn
willing to          investigate the truth
and its advocates not spurn

You have practiced Law and Judgment
the child of God             you did not see
you interpreted the scriptures
and pronounced his children          unworthy

I have trouble understanding
those who lift             your eulogy
so easily destroy their kin
blame not themselves              as ungodly

Its always someone                 else’s fault
not the things you did or say
you couldn’t possibly            be the reason
that from the “truth” they walked away

When you stand before the throne of God
will they judge                  your actions clean
all the thoughts that you committed
will prove you kind                  or mean

I can only say to you 
I saw your                 justice taken away
my own afflictions and slander
paralyzed my voice             that day

Even now to late in time
their judgments I do fear
they’ve spent their time             convincing me
my perception is not             clear

But I have spent my time
considering             the instructions in your word
their placement in        my heart and mind
and my pen has proved I’ve heard

to those youths       I’m still connected
you’ve remained in mind and heart
I’ve considered what you experienced
and I know                it’s origins start

Not all of us              who worship truth
will condemn your walk away
those who expose their heartlessness
before the throne will pay

I only hope you              remember
those of us    who cherished you
If I could manipulate nature
none these things               would you go through

I want you to remember
that’s whats broken         and with flaw
have difficulty executing
the perfection of cosmic law

I hope to see you           in the future
when you’ve considered my             digress
what you’ve experienced in life
is very difficult               to digest

The things that connect us
are more            than human skin
together we are the children
of the parents               who gave us sin

This is my apology
for you         whom I could not defend
I was suffering my own afflictions
which prevented           my love to mend

I have failed far to many
and on others can           lay no blame
unlike the power that controls the cosmos
my limitations physics             name

My complaints here             I have spoken
but the threads of them            are true
they are laid before the throne of justice
and our God and Christ            will see them through

Choose to invest in excellence 
but these are traits          that you must learn
to humans they come            not natural
your inclinations             they will confirm

From your introduction             I have loved you
and to my thoughts have given voice
but your own road                    you must travel
and free will               is yours of choice

Only one thing          can fill whats hollow
a majestic gift       from Christ and God
that we “learn” to love each other
correct the inherited things          and flawed


Self justification (self rightousness) is a peculiar
trait among mankind ….and is significantly
emboldened when applying law and tradition
and distinctly visible among those who “practice”
religion , instead of “following the truth” like a
detective …….outside appearances can be so
deceiving, whats hidden and out of visions
range the guilty are not just catholic and protestant
those who abuse the truth have always sat
right among Gods own chosen people ….

 
Luke 17:1-4

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Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Ir0nic ZiNk | Details |

AN OPEN RELATIONSHIP

Social settings have stigma attached to this. 
Atmospherically climactic negative correlations sustain society. 
Civilized individuals are naturally monogamous; serially… 
On the other hand gender segregated facility.

Men and woman,
Penis and vagina,
Birds and bees,
Conditions and stipulations…

A rule book is the Illusion-Larry governor of our entire moral existence. 
The Holy Bible has cryptic recommendations and of curse; The Ten Commandments. 
Normalcy normally considered just as plain ole normal; steamed clean normality. 
Wait a minute; I was under the impression that the bible is the rule book.

Adolescence lost in questions asked, internally more so than allowed. 
Inside lies us something that works as a top adviser for the rule book.
Lieutenant Fear sticklers order as butterfly wings flap within our core physic.
Free of verse, these entrapped insects sporadically fly lacking rhythms or meter.

I would be not-so normal in my conspiratorial claim: Fear Enslaves. 
Stomach aches, waters flood eyes, drools insanity saliva, deep throat in roof of mouth, 
Vomit warning is issued by our unconscious advisers on vital bodily function.
Fear whips the butterflies cursing ecstatic projectiles; dark fills black eyes in dilation.

Sacrifice is humane. 
Humanity is sacrifice. 
Masks are worn. 
Worn are masks. 

Unable to find common decency enough being truthful for—  
Lies are constructed and valor; stubborn ego. 
Forgiveness is, as common decency does, not. 
Being truthful obviously enabled associated failure.

Morality needs much more reality. 
Reality needs much more morality. 
Needs need, and want, more realistic morals.
Much needed is trust as tangible hope—tangible hope cannot trust as is. 

Furthermore-you, allow me how-to, introduce-do A new must-view interlude-ado: It is now okay to choose being your very best you. You can be the best with no need to feel guilty for doing so; phew. Simply show compassion, do not belittle by boast, and humbly have actual humanity. Active humanity... Humanity in motion… Being the wish to see change by lead example; thus… Becoming exemplary— However latterly it is, of equal importance taken to account for misleading (more in mistaken) perception of what is humane and what is not humanity... Ask yourself, this self that you are now able to love, while seeing your old self you image to always remain as that you, you used to hate. Only currently be aware to the ironic reality, which is that you are, and have always been correct in, your chosen judgment, to hate yourself... This is because you were lacking the self righteous tools (fearfully hidden core physic presented in slave ordered butterflies by G. Illusion Larry) Find the ability to rise above this tyrannical tyrant called Fear. You need courage; my friend(s). The courage to provide gumption to ask yourself; morally and realistically Question; ponder if what? Allow it how; naturally (serial). What is humanity? What is not humane?
AN OPEN RELATIONSHIP
Conditions and stipulations Unable to find common decency enough being truthful for— Reality needs much more morality. Sacrifice is humane. Men and woman Free of verse, these entrapped insects sporadically fly lacking rhythms or meter. Normalcy normally considered just as plain ole normal; steamed clean normality. Worn are masks Penis and vagina On the other hand gender segregated facility. Wait a minute; I was under the impression that the bible is the rule book. Birds and Bees Lost in adolescence questions asked, internally more so than allowed. Social settings have stigma attached to this. Furthermore-you, allow-me how-to, introduce-who A new must-view interlude-ado: An Open Relationship ;) A relation among people of a social climate atmospherically open and honest about who they truly are. A place where mistakes are made by women rather than made into woman. This civilization is actively involved with each other in an "open-relationship." Allow this not how to get confused by simple meander-like simplicity—being soullessly limited to the birds and the bees. Open your emotional availability towards more normal relationships in general, you know, the ones that actually exist in real life and arguably beliefs to be morally right than this current negative stigma hyped up society of our misunderstanding(s). Get active in your humanity. Needs open mindedness and compassionate understanding. Allow tangible hope’s arrival; embrace the amazement of…
An Open Relationship... Ir0nic ZinK 7-04-16 @ 2:30 AM

Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Walter T. Ashe | Details |

We Will Get Our - Hyphen

 
                                          " We Will Get Our - Hyphen "


                                            Between our day of birth
                                        and our last day on this earth
                                                       is a line 
                                          that's short and overlooked!
                                    These dates are meant to represent
                                          the time that one has spent
                                                     in living life 
                                             and all they undertook!


                                          Now though this line is short,
                                                I do want to exhort,
                                                  it is much longer 
                                               than it does appear!
                                            It is centered in between
                                                  these two dates, 
                                                     as it is seen
                                                 to do two things-
                                            acknowledge and revere!


                                           Some think it's just a dash
                                                   and look past it, 
                                                       in a flash,
                                                  without realizing 
                                              what it really means!
                                           It's not there to separate
                                                    one another - 
                                                 these two dates
                                                   for with such 
                                                   a simple view
                                                 it does demean!


                                                  On our first day 
                                               this life we entered,
                                                 our date of birth, 
                                                    was centered
                                         our journey got it's blessing 
                                                   from the start!
                                        The second date's not added
                                              'til some of life's years 
                                                 have been padded,
                                                    then one day
                                                       it is time, 
                                                        this life, 
                                                       to depart!


                                              It does celebrate a life
                                               that knew some joys, 
                                              that knew some strife!
                                                It is quite symbolic 
                                                  in it's brief state!
                                                        I'm sure 
                                                    you will agree
                                                  that this short line
                                                      that you see
                                                   will from now on 
                                                 have new meaning
                                                     you'll equate!


                                                        You see, 
                                                       this reality
                                                       is destined 
                                                    for you and me!
                                                    It's not an "If"....
                                                  It truly is a "When!"
                                                  When it's our time, 
                                                         to leave
                                                  to go to Heaven,
                                                    "DO BELIEVE",
                                                 between our dates-
                                           "We Will Get Our - Hyphen!"


                                                        (WTA-IV)
                                                        3/4/2016


Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details |

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 24

In the morning, he was tetchy, but gentle,
Sitting beside me till my eyelids opened
I sat up, yawning, and rubbed my eyes
His hand brushed a dry tear off my face

“You are alive and well, I see, gentle spirit,
Even with me you thrive on the hidden joys of that furtive heart
The life in your eyes thrills me,
Drains me of my angers
And threatens my nature
I question you with curiosity only you can conjure,
Why here? And why now?
This is the Millennial Age,
The precious priests of God are preparing
In a time of jubilance and celebration,
Knowing I cannot touch their elation
With my trying and tempting claws
God granted you and your brethren
This time to wallow 
In only exaltation and peace,
Free from sorrows and pains that I alone inflict—
And yet you are here with me
With no momentous hesitance,
No second thought. . .
Suffering freely with me
Singing songs with me from your incomparable heart. . .
Do you see any flames here?
Of course not!
They never existed to begin with,
Only the pressing darkness pervades—save your probing light—
Yes, He could not even grant me the privilege
Of a nice prolonging burn that destructive fire provides!”

Calmly, I replied,
“The only Hellfire I see resides in your heart,
In those eyes that are capable of hate so atrocious,
But no, not at all, 
Not in your miserable dwelling, oh Prince. . . 
I must warn you,
The more you abide in this light, 
The more challenging it will be to let it go,
I know you do not want to hear this,
And somewhere inside you know this,
But I will say it again and again—
If you are a rebel of God,
In the end, you will mercifully die a rebel of God,
And all your followers shall die with you
Do you not see the responsibility you carry?
Are you heartless to all of those whom you need? 
To me?
He will not torture you, He will not burn you
Heaven knows He will not sear you soullessly
Oh, Prince, have mercy!
This is why I cry at night,
This is why I am here with you!
This is why I fear for your soul that I know you possess!
Tell me this is why you brush the dried tears from my eyes,
You see the light and you want to keep it,
Make it your own,
But it is not yours, it is not mine—
But it is the very Spirit of God,
The very Spirit you despise
And the very Spirit that shall smite you.”

He shook his head and hushed me, singing,
“This is not the end as you are so quick to envision,
Oh love, do not fear such garbage!
This is the beginning of a brand new element,
A brand new creation original to our conjoined minds
And brandished hearts
You are your own,
And I am mine
Though together we are fate
I am flattered you should consider my future in these dreary days,
But you are mistaken—I am whole, and I am mighty,
My future is magnificent
Yes, with you, even more so
His blows are powerful, but they shall not end all that is me!
And you, in your surety of my soul, 
You should know very well, 
That I could not give up my own
To release you from this prison and into the destruction of freedom—
Into the heart of end
Into the end of passion as we know it!

Oh, you make me shake with wrath and desire all in one!
I was born in hell,
I will remain in hell
I am miserable, I am mad!
You know it!!!
But you are here to share in the madness, so listen:
Let me be the only reason you are here,
Do not spark the flammable workings of shady minds past mine 
Do not listen to the demon,
She is jealous of us,
And I have put her back into her place
She cannot be your witness
For she sees less than us all…”

“Who is she?” I whispered to him, startled,
Just noticing her dreadful, glowing eyes,
Watching us in the dark

“She is nothing,
She is nobody
A follower
A simpleton
If you are prudent, you will
Pay her no mind...”

My attention averted to the fear of losing him, 
And I sang,
“I pray, for the angel you once were,
To heed my plea for your life,
Soon the day will come that I will leave you
And your company, only darkness,
Will bind you in its voids forever
I love you, oh Prince, 
This I do not fear to say,
For the Son on high loves you more,
And I will never give up on you
Do not deny the power that I bring from God
To not deny your end if you should turn your own way
It will happen,
And I will watch you die,
Or I will watch you live!”

His changing eyes burned menacingly into mine
He knew well the courage in my heart could not be drained
And the love in my soul could not be extinguished

“I am the Great Fallen Angel,
And I will rise again! 
Dark as ever, 
With or without your company
Consent, and save me,
Reject, and face my fury!”

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |

Which paradise is not the elusive chimere

Which paradise is not the elusive chimère?
	 	 
…how long does it take to live one life…learn the lessons of a lifetime…find the time to live…find the time to sort things out…know what you did was wrong…know in whom lay the blame…what court hears your plea over your unwanted unwilled birth…who is there to tell you here is where you went wrong in the choices you made…take you by the hand and tell you this is not your making…this is all a dream…a dream that’ll never come true… what… is the maker a masochist…to what enduring purpose have you been asked to join the rest… would you want sex if you knew who you would put into this world… is there a crime more despicable than the life you engender into a world you cannot foresee… can you live as long as your progeny to protect them from the torture your genes prepare them for… can you provide for the unforeseen… for the dark that awaits you…your own faults visited on some one else you could never have conceived in thought…since the yonder is dark unknowable for all you know empty why continue… what ultimate purpose aeons from now affects you… is there a purpose to purpose…we search and search and see far enough only to be told we are getting closer and closer to the truth… nearer and nearer to the eternal truth… the one single formula to explain it all… the unified theory of theories… only to be told in between lie the dark matter the black holes three times the known dimensions of worlds hidden within unfathomable worlds of universes buried beyond sight beyond thought… all exploding colliding intermingling intersecting  in the unreachable distance that may have been but never probably was…that the infinitely tiniest world releases the infinitely bigbangish universe… who is to believe we’re going anywhere… who is to believe we are going some place…can you conceive of anything of anybody of anybeing of any self-making engine who/which can create an ounze of space let alone the mighty exploding skies hidden within the atoms… can you conceive of a plan so complex so minute so self-propagating so complete so thorough from time immemorial to time eternal from the ends of the endless space which could have inhabited some mighty self-sufficient all-mightiness…and yet it is true… it must be true…how else can you explain this eternal laila this eternal ephemeral-ness this eternal dance…nadaraja stomping twisting flailing his six arms in all six pairs of eye-directions…siva the destroyer…siva the adept dancer…siva the twelve to twenty-nine strings dancing vibrating in dimensions unseen to the eye… IT is there to be seen and be wondered at to be felt and to be suffered to be thought of and to keep thinking about to be befuddled about and to be flabbergasted by… to know that IT exists… touch yourself and you touch the IT… think you’re touching and you’re the IT thinking… but spread your fingers and cry abacradabra… no matter materialises no ready-made canvass no finished book no symphony drivels drops drips from your fingers… is this a mystery… is this a joke… if i’m part of the IT why is there no nothing at my command… are we then part of the IT… can we be part of the IT… or is the IT split into smithereens… no more the IT… no more the creating preserving destroying omnipotent IT the dancing Nadarajah the thundering Rudra the wailing Vayu the slaughtering Kali the admonishing Krishna the cool beneficent Vishnu…is the IT then in need of its sundered parts…must we all come to gather come together to save the IT and put IT back into place… put IT back in ITS self-conceiving womb never again to see the light of the Brahma Day…is the IT in need of all the consciousnesses IT split into to constitute ITS once inconceivable consciousness…is this  the Christian redemption… is this the Arabian heaven watered by streams of milk by date-palms… oases… to the sound of the singing of seventy-two virgins…nay…succulent dates…’a book of verse/a jug of wine/and thou singing beside me in the wilderness/and the wilderness is paradise enow//” …is this the Buddhist nirvana… is this the Taoist-Stoic submission to the ways of Nature…if not what purpose is there to a finalising finite world… what purpose is there to extending a quest for betterment when the Aztec sun drunk with human blood never rises again…when suns quasars galaxies universes are all doomed to be exploded out of their orbits… what purpose to so much human suffering and animal and insect and plant degradation…but gaseous-mineral stoicness….           

Abstracted from T. Wignesan. Ice in my Eyes…Paris, 2004-06, pp.  308-310.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016.

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

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