Impulsive or compulsive
Either way it's not conducive
Living with this disorder
Can't be good for my liver
Obsessions, when do they stop?
Compulsions, when do I stop?
Let me illustrate and reiterate
My demons make me infuriated
To the point, man, I really want to escape this
Live everyday like your last?
These hours go by fast
Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past
Always with the imagery and self coping insanity
That broke me and continues to break me.
Another day, no not another day
I just got out, please let me stay away.
Copyright © Stefan Cote | Year Posted 2016
I design cards for eighteenth parties,
And every other birthday.
And I design cards for condolences,
For folks who’ve passed away.
My designs can be happy, sad or plain,
Whatever you really want.
And I can make them easy to read,
In an “easy to read” sort of font.
Then it occurred to me there’s money here,
There’s a market for being kind.
To make cards for people suffering alone,
Alone in silence in their mind.
For people cutting and for suicide attempts,
Like people overdosing on a pill.
To design intimate encouraging cards,
For folks who are mentally ill.
For the opportunity contest.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016
He wears his frame with dignity.
Moves amongst the throng with confidence,
with a buoyant outlook
that defies everything malignant.
He magnifies his letters until
they are neon bright and shining
messages for his eyes alone
And augments sound until
each letter thrills like a breathless
poem, spoken for his ears alone.
Can he see right through the covert
messages people send through
thick air like fog suffocating?
(We think he cannot, we think he
fails, we think he doesn't see the
labyrinthine manipulations people
use for information and interaction.)
Can he hear those hidden connotations
(We think he cannot,
we think he fails, we think he hears
only one track of a multitrack tape.)
He rides his chair with poise,
loves with afflatus, with fire,
animus and anima. And leaves behind
what cannot be carried into the
present. But finds in the past a
strength to fight and avenge, not
revenge. Find justice for those
denied in the past and today.
He smiles, smile with him, and
meet him halfway, he is new.
March 15, 2017
N/A in contest: Broken Wing
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
Materialize before my eyes:
Amorphous clumps of clay
In puddles of brown broth
Walk around with empty mouths
That house ravens of despair
Silent stupidity and empty
Sockets follow blindly
A path hewn ages before
They even existed in weary
Acceptance of fate unavoidable.
And I follow slowly;
Crawl on elbows;
Claw with hands that grab
Mud as a last rope
To pull me away from
Emptiness shown on
Their faces while they step over
Me in strange indifference
To continue their way
My head rests on hands
slick and silt with tears
spilt for their mute life
where words have no
weight but what is put
in one outpour of grief
They say from darkest soil
Lightest flowers grow
Salty water sprinkles
Where my knees touch
My lips softly kiss
Lovingly, in hope.
March 11, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
A psychologist is a person who decided to spend a lot of money,
To recieve a piece of paper that says they know everything about me.
Sure I'll talk, but they won't listen for anything but a hint,
Of reason to recommend a psychiatrist to deal me another script.
Psychiatrists are glorified drug dealers hired by Pfizer and their friends,
Who experiment with legal crack and meth to try and make the suffering end.
I studied the mind as well in school, recieving awards and honors,
And learned that western medicine is but a corrupt business at its core.
Psychiatric doctors convincing customers that their minds aren't right,
Ignoring the syndrome of society and its environmental plight.
Pills are but a capitalistic product of this terrible medical field,
When plants can cure what ails us with each season's yield.
I studied government as well in school, recieving awards and honors,
Learning that one reason pot's still illegal is because idiots deny it as a cure.
Sitting in school eight hours a day for eighteen years,
Is what an IBM machine is for, which won't be robbed of human cheer.
Four years of pretending degrees will reward us for our studies,
Left us indebted to unpayable loans and jobs whose minimum pay is cruddy.
So if you want to think my problems stem from a disease inside my brain,
Keep ignoring the economic ties and lies that are making me insane.
Copyright © Brendan Simons | Year Posted 2017
I used to think everyone was like me,
A mind in a myriad pieces.
Some close together
Others so far apart.
I used to think everyone was like me.
A mind as a colourful puzzle,
Some parts easily found,
Others completely lost.
I used to think that my heart kept together
What my mind shred apart.
Some centripetal force
Kept it glued in place.
But I know better now, centrifugal power
Forced my fragile mind to splinter,
Glue won't keep it centred,
But my heart will.
Everything you can imagine is real.
Don't dismiss me for being me.
My core is warm and loving,
And welcoming you in.
February 20, 2017
© Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
isn’t make believe
do you understand it?
Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013
Each day when I leave to go to my school,
I feel sick in my stomach to the core.
My father’s been ill for months, maybe years,
He’s losing a fight in a war.
Each day when I sit in class at my school,
I dread. My nerves have me shot.
My folks fight and clash throughout every day,
Stay together? Maybe. Maybe not.
Each day when I walk home from school,
I jitter, my pulse runs on high.
Will all of my family still be alive, or
To one of them will I be saying good bye?
Each day when I lay alone in my bed,
I bury, into my pillow, my fear.
I hate living a life full of angst and blue,
Worry’s now my friend, it is my peer.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016
the man had a flat expression and showed no emotion
he seemed disconnected his movements bizarre
and his eyes lost sometimes standing motionless
on the busy street corner
with his little dog I always gave him money
(what's a few bucks to me )
thinking this is someone's child baby
oh he was sloppy his hygiene lacking
the man's memory muddled confused
but he did have a history locked within deep inside
at nineteen he was hearing voices paraniod
thoughts hullucinations bizarre
(like the pope was from outer space) delusional
he had withdraw from society run away
did not want to be a burden no one understood
disorganized and poor judgement
made working impossible they yelled at him
(he threw away his pills)
he wrote in cheap journals from
edge to edge top to bottom words jumbled meaningless
(in a secret language)
he did not show happiness agitation pleasure but
for some reason sadness oh yes sadness
was written all over him I could see feel
that and he did have love a real deep love
for that thin scraggly dog and I thought
some may think he is a drunk
but they are wrong this is
August 4, 2015
For the contest, Mental Illness, Nathan D
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015
The shoes I shop for
are rope that fits my neck
The voices talking at me
don't like being talked about
In fact, they tell me things
not fit for humans like you
The perfume I like
is really a gun in my mouth
The reality I see is not
what it seems to you.
In fact, reality is fragile
a fleeting glimpse that passes by.
Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2015
I'm a fairly active charter member
of Connecticut's Medical Marijuana Program,
qualifying because I'm also one of the oldest HIV+ survivors in the U.S.
not a single cell within my entire organism
would have been brought to you without the miracles of chemistry.
So blame Big Pharma,
you would not be the first
but you might be the last.
You never know,
you could get lucky.
Find a bottom-line its all about me corporation
prepared to listen to people
as if we might become reasonable advocates for healthier climates,
rather than mere consumers of pathological therapies.
Anyway, I've been sick off and on,
since the beginning of November
so I've also been pretty much stoned.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, I'm not sure
I'm also probably the oldest HIV+ Taoist survivor
and Taoists always have to pretend both sides of the mirror
might have worthwhile reflective potential.
rather than being too sick with respiratory issues to get stoned,
I'm too stoned to remember I'm sick.
Despite being retired,
I don't have time to be sick anyway,
in large part because my youngest of four kids
is a girl with wicked Oppositional Defiant Disorder;
a label she defies.
Not because she's opposed to labels,
but because she thinks she is perfectly ordered
as the rest of us losers might better get with her program.
She likes PresidentElect Trump
because he looks and sounds familiar,
as prehensile grabby economic and political leaders
were meant to be.
For my young teenage daughter,
ODD is not a disorder,
it is a religion
into which she was baptized
by Fetal Alcohol Full Immersion
at a fairly first trimester young embryonic age.
From her I have learned
there fortunately is no wimpy God,
but we do have one hell of a fire-breathing feminist Goddess
when we refuse to help her clean her nightmare
she calls a bedroom.
I tried to point out the inconsistency
of supporting a PresidentElect
who also refuses to help us clean our planet,
but this, apparently, is the voice of a wimpy God
who does not,
or should not,
keep on talking to the Fire Goddess hand.
This morning I was helping her get ready for school,
combing out her spiky hair.
She's part AfricanAmerican porcupine.
We were standing in front of a large wood-framed, beveled mirror
that looks, perhaps only because I'm stoned,
like something out of Snow White
associated with her StepMom,
the witchy queen with Oppositional Defiant Disorder.
My daughter loves Snow White,
probably because she bossed around the seven dwarfs
in their own home,
(a politically incorrect position I do not recommend you ever even think of trying to get away with)
and forced them to listen to her own crappy music preferences
at a full amphitheater range of ear-splitting volume.
Be that as it too loudly may,
I asked her if she ever talks to her mirror,
asking, Who is the fairest of them all?
And, does the mirror talk back?
Yes. It says,
You need to clean your room!
My mirror has been saying the same thing
ever since early November.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
and then plastered with labels
what a life it is
Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2016
Depression, you will be the death of me.
Copyright © Feo The ugly drunken poet | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
Crying Loudly but its all in my head,
The expression you see is a smile instead,
But if you look deep in my eyes they will tell you a tale
About how my appearance became so frail.
For the people around me I put on an act,
To hide the truth of control my life lacked.
Inside I am weak, Helpless and cold,
I feel Ive no-one to comfort me,no-one to hold.
I pace up, down and around my bed,
Trying to clear my head,
But inside my mind where the voices hide
I listened to what they said.
The noises I hear are the voices I fear,
I cannot drown out the sound.
Palms sweating and my heart is racing,
Collapsing to the ground.
Chest tightening...I cannot breathe, My visions turning black,
Here again on my own suffering another Panic Attack!
Copyright © Louise Phipps | Year Posted 2013
Buzzing in my ears
I've got to get out of here
In a cold sweat
It's away from these people I have to get
I can't just bolt, they would wonder why
Now I can't see, I'm going to die
I can't breathe, I can't hear
Are you alright ? Faces appear
I've collapsed to the ground
Faces talking, making sounds
Im moaning from the pain of the fear
Men from an ambulance appear
I'm white as a sheet
The writhing is starting to cease
cold, clammy hot and moist
I'm very tired but I can use my voice
I've just returned from edge of hell
How long it went on I cannot tell
I don't what happened I was just very sick
I needed lie down on these cool bricks
Another place I can't ever come back
Never back to the place of a panic attack
Copyright © Tanis Troutman | Year Posted 2016
years of abuse add up
the judge gives them a prison sentence
which they serve and then get released
next thing that person knows as they try to rebuild their life
starting from the bottom
They approached you
two months after your sentence
tell you you are court ordered
for a 30 day psychiatric assessment
you dont get out for years
made to believe you are sick
witnessing nurses affairs with patience
man with a broken leg forced to walk
young girls screaming rape
the whole time knowing you are not supposed to be there
everyday another fight you can never win
finally you get away
addicted to their pills
everyday a struggle
for years keeping appointments
not understanding what is going on
You serve your sentence
then you serve another one
never knowing what judge sentenced you there
every doctor from a different country
telling you life isn't fair
Doctor's lieing to your family
about biting and kicking him
maximum security forensics
in and out of group homes for years
Then one day you quit taking your meds
tired of the side affects
and suddenly you begin waking up early
doing your laundry
cleaning your house
the hindsight remains
I wasn't supposed to be there
no judge sentenced me there
allah almighty answers the phone when you call amnesty international
Unable to become erect
covered in scales
when you can't afford not to think clear
Go tell eminem i get it
I walked the ward for you
made to think i was sick my whole life
and then sickened by the things i went through
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010
A Fundamentalist Flaw assumes too great a divide
between Left and Right hemispheric cultures.
Left's deduction gestalt is all about separating human nature
(Ego's experiential nature)
from Earth's sacred nature of transcendent truth/beauty,
which is much more of a Right Brain experience
of all Nature,
including home (eco) within this specific EgoIdentity.
LeftBrain, with Right too recessive for healthy sustainable balance,
creates a transcendent unknowable but all-powerful Creator God
who fills spiritually male elite teachers
prophets and rulers of Righteous Men
(and the occasional woman).
This is also the land of static fundamentalist religious Tradition,
coming down from the sky above
into the divinely inspired heart and mind of elite human natures,
and lesser natures too,
but not so much,
more just everyday competitive secular ecopolitical BusinessAsUsual,
for us regular struggling folk.
A Radical Flaw is the reverse face of LeftBrain dominant enculturation.
This is the culture of the RightBrain's nondual co-arising empathic trust
and mutually-immune assumptions
of active-synaptic distrust;
autonomic regenerative resources
of positive love/health v. negative pathologies of immunity,
antipathy for toxins.
RightBrain is all about radical extremes of internal changes
in body chemistry messages and harmonies and dissonance,
and temporal storage within long-term memory.
Climate gestalt songs of full-octave harmonic dance within as without.
RightBrain is non-languaged God-Climate.
Here the sacred divine godhead of capital-integrity
is profoundly panentheistic, interdependently holistic.
God is so radically who Ego is that RightBrain makes no distinction
between sensory perception of memory and purpose
in Earth's ecology
and the Ego's co-empathic ecopolitical trust
in truth/beauty theological identity.
EcoPolitical Teleology and GodTheology
are integratively evolutioning becoming health/wealth abundant,
ecologically regenerative co-intelligence.
If life right now
(RightBrain has no past or future tense awareness)
looks and smells divine,
then we are nondually recreating God,
because we are richly radically co-present healthy meaning.
Taoist wu wei,
like Systems Theory Tipping Points
between two appositional coarising dipolarities,
like Buckminster Fuller's rudder guiding
Great Septum-Divide of universal LeftBrain egocentrist fundamentalism,
and integral-unitarian RightBrain's nondual radicalism
is our Golden Rule/Ratio,
Left Polynomials = Right NotNotPolynomials,
(0)-ecopolitical sum and sacred-soul harmonic bicameral medicine balance.
As we learn to balance LeftBrain's Fundamentalist Flaw
with RightBrain's Radical Flaw,
we learn to see and hear and smell and feel and know
that our fundamental trust is in belonging
within Earth's ecopolitically-purposed nature
as we long for fulfillment
within Earth's sacred integrative potential.
Two notnot dipolar Flaws
to make each of us polypathically healthy
and divinely bright.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
Writing down my feelings
Mental health healing
Writing down my actions
Nothings a distraction
She looks pretty in blue
She's too good for you
Always looking around
You’ll end on the ground
Looking for the dog?
Try throwing his log
If you find the cat
Name it pat
Copyright © steve meadows | Year Posted 2009
We created clients as consumers of education
and called this freedom to learn.
We created competitive,
professional caste-system schools
and called them freedom from unhealthy superstitions of extended families,
freedom from historic pathologies looming within mysteriously encultured biosystems.
We created prisons
and called them freedom from crime.
We created criminal residents
and called this freedom to enculturate indigenous tensions
struggles between Anger Management housekeepers
and uncivilized crime amongst themselves.
We created corporate ownership
without concomitant social,
political and economic responsibility,
and called it private property,
where once grew healthier therapeutic Commons.
We created slaves to others’ production of corporate wealth
and called us consumers and clients of RealTime,
economic and political competition life.
We created financial wealth
and called it powerful political health.
We created religious culture-fossilized Traditions,
brittle and stagnant absence of healthy organic evolution,
and called them spiritually inspired paths toward healthy vocations.
We created government by popular election
and did not call it thrival of the wealthiest EgoCentrists.
We might like to create freedom to learn freedom from anthrocentrism,
to listen to self-governing nutrition-consumers producing co-valued information
about how and where and when we have substituted WinLose shortcuts
for WinWin co-mentoring political,
ecologically cooperative healthy-wealth of freedom orthopraxis,
organically and spiritually exegetical,
evolving great millennial
and small intimate revolutions
networking Earth's cooperative consciousness.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Always wanting more
Looking for the score
Wanting the reward
They will not be ignored
OxyContin is addictive
That's why it is restricted
Your problem's self inflicted
Get some help, get committed
Everything you owned you pawned
All you do is nod off and yawn
Then pace until the floor is gone
What an Oxy-moron
Copyright © Tanis Troutman | Year Posted 2016
I almost purposely lost my mind,
to be confined to four walls
of intesifying white,
but if the pen was a threat
I'd hospitalize my life
by falling ill to death,
a little more
and I'd sink into
my hands in one sweet sobbing drone
to drown in fumes-
so take me to the tent, because
I proper express my emotions in vent,
doctors purely expressing obligations of
higher in command, and that because
of handbooks handed down from legal hands...
first the fist,
then sweet logic missed,
and the product of beaurocracy- shaking
obligatory hands in exchange for coins
later laid to rest on Ophelia's blessed
eyes, floating down the river
dead of liver failure and hands stained with
blood and vomit,
waited too long for the happiness
to set in, until organs bled in, unable to contain
the love, Oh Joy! If I could recompense
my friends and family who suffered at my expense-
I cry, I have my own cell and I stick my hands
out of steel bars, to be washed
of ultimate sin, the inability to let God in,
I killed his son today, the easy way, letting Lucifer
sit in the brain, and breed cruel thoughts now laid,
Hell No... all heaven sent, each thought is a plot,
but each thought is an idea I misrepresent,
I won't repent, I won't repent, I won't repent,
burning hot in the Hot Tent.
Copyright © Ph.d Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2011
My Poetry Mental Health (MPMH)
Did you ever discover you had the desire?
To encompass poetry world in its entire
By becoming and giving your best shot
Started saying to yourself, "Oh, why not!"
If it is you and you again I am in love
With compared to others you are above
Who I thought would be greatest of all
Things were peaceful then became a brawl.
Me with my magnificent ego and arrogance
To many others may not make much sense
And sometime later I started getting scared
When with others I had been compared.
Then I saw factor which was contributing
Whose kindness did desire to be distributing
To write more poems had a new found wealth
Now contributing to my poetry mental health.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
Will mental illness drive you insane,
Or will it force you to remain.
Locked up inside
Like a prisoner on death row
Barred in like somebody we used to know.
Prison wouldn't be so bad to me,
If I was wasn't already locked down, you see
In my own body I cannot move
Trapped inside a dimension we're trying to prove.
Maybe one day I'll be as free as a bird
Then hopefully I'll be heard.
Until that day where freedom is granted,
People continue to look at me slanted.
Like I'm so different from you or anyone,
I think you would listen if I brandished my gun.
That's how it feels on any given day
Copyright © Andrew Hart | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
What started as a few times has
now turned into a habit hard to break
Everyone is now starting to see
no matter how hard I try to hide it or
how hard I try to fake
I've tried to hide it from everyone
including my own family
I guess in fear they would think I
was stupid or maybe even deny me
What started this issue this problem
Knowing I will never look like the girls
on tv or the cover of magizines
Knowing when I see my reflection
I'm the furthest thing from them
From what everyone wants
what seem like "perfection"
How can I ever truly be happy with me
knowing like them I will never be
What sets us so far apart from one another
ask yourself or you will end up just like me
all alone all by yourself
someone so miserable in this life no matter
what I try and do
Seems no matter what happens I always end
up the fool
See everytime I think I found someone that is
different I seem to find out it's not true
No man can ever only see his real love
no man can ever stay completly true
Every man has got wandering eyes
any man to tell you different is just another
man full of lies
Bulima I have learned is a mental illness a
mental disease I know sounds sick to most
Be glad this is not one of your demons to
fight - one of your ghost
Copyright © Melissa Coles | Year Posted 2005
I'm continuing to read Jane Anna Gordon's "Creolizing Political Theory"
although now with Antonio Damasio's "Self Comes to Mind: Constructing the [WinWin Creolizing-Bilateral] Conscious Brain."
Dr. Gordon is discussing various academic attempts,
and some of them actual RealWorld politically-applied attempts,
to prescribe creolization as a form of ecopolitical therapy
for an under-democratized cooperative WinWin world.
So, here's an excerpt, with my own creolizing BothAnd comments in brackets:
" ...this slippage [into prescriptive rather than the more academic descriptive] has made these creative writers mouthpieces of problematic efforts to [positive-regenerative] operationalize the [democratizing] creolizing spirit,
particularly in the political projects of the Caribbean independence-era.
one might consider the Jamaican effort to forge 'one out of many,'
or deliberately to craft a national identity that required emphasizing the multiple origins of the common [constituting-constituent-constitutional languaged and contracted] cultures that would guide and be embodied in process of [Second Generation democratic constitution-planning and writing] nation-building (Bolland 2006, 2).
In assuming that there was no singular primordial [Elite-Won and Owned] nation to which the emergent state could refer,
they concluded that there was no original purity [and loyalty] that would be endangered by the public recognition of the pluralistic [cooperative-regenerative-matriarchal-creolizing] culture that had [and is] already grown up there [and here]."
"Particularly among anthropologists and sociologists,
the record of the forgings of national [matriarchal-domestic dominant] creole identities and cultures
is wrought with severe shortcomings.
It has been suggested these projects imitated without inverting aspects of colonial societies that they promised to [constitutionally Original Intent] displace and [EliteWin-NonEliteLose] surpass (Misir, 2006).
What became militant brands of cultural [LeftBrain Patriarchal Dominant] nationalism were seen in [Second Constitution-Drafting] fact to enshrine only one particular form of hybridity [e.g., European-Rooted PostRevolutionary Male Land and/or Creole-NonElite-Slave-Owners and NewNational CoOperative CoInvestors in regenerating democratizing development for health and safety],
that of nationalist leaders at the forefront of efforts to oust white foreigners [and, in more RealTime US current events, to oust nonwhite and nonChristian and nonLeftBrain PatrioticDominant aliens].
Rather than nurturing the [global] social and political [cooperative WinWin] conditions for ongoing [regenerative-healthy ecopolitical] processes
of creolization, in other words,
one ossified [WinElite/Lose-NonElite ownership] instantiation
was privileged to the exclusion of [WinWin] others
in ways that cultivated [global paranoid competitive WinLose] xenophobia
toward people who failed to exemplify such [WinLose Left Dominant v WinWin Right-suppressed bicameral] mixture,
seeming to justify the continued unequal distribution of societal rewards."
[and ecopolitical WinLose ossified political "wealth" removed from economic cooperative-regenerative ownership health.] (pp. 181-2)
taking a more internal psychological-neural view of evolutionary history,
Dr. Damasio prescribes "...a growing understanding of how [creolizing ecosystemic co-empathic regeneration/double-bind degeneration] neuron [mirror-systemic] circuits work.
[Bicameral] Mental states have been linked to the [Positive AND NotNot] firing rates [trends regenerative/degenerative] of neurons and to the [dipolar co-arising WinWin-Left/WinLose-Right] synchronization of neuron circuits by oscillatory [+,+/+,(-,-) (0) spacetime mirror fractal-revolution] activity.
We also know that
compared to other species
human brains have a larger number and greater [phylogenic-historical RightBrain embryonic nutritional/digestive] specialization of [normative/notnot] areas,
especially in the cerebral [bilateral] cortex
(along with those of apes, whales and elephants
[Win survival synaptic/aptic = notnot grieving personal/familial death and loss])
contains some unusually large neurons known as Von Economo [dipolar co-arising appositional] neurons;
and that the dendritic [bilateral] branches of some prefrontal cortex neurons in [actively creolizing curious and cooperative-mirror communicating] primates
are especially abundant compared to those of other cortical regions
and of other [also bilateral-equivalent embodied DNA/RNA WinWin evolving] species.
Are these newly discovered features sufficient to explain human [evolutionary bilateral revolutions of creole-polypathic] consciousness?
The answer is no.
These features help explain the richness of the human [bicameral WinWin balancing] mind,
the vast [WinWin-LeftThrival OVER WinLose-RightSurvival phylogeny] panorama that we can access when minds become [bilaterally cooperative Yang/Yin creolizing co-incidental co-operative] conscious
as a resut of varied self [/other, Left-Right reiterative and bilateral equivalent WinWin co-mirroring mentoring] processes.
But in themselves
they do not explain how [ego-Left] self and [eco-nutrition/digestive Right] subjectivity are [deductive/inductively co-re]generated,
even if some of these same [neural-ecosystemic] features play a role in self [organic creole-polypathic Left-Right ecopolitical regeneratative] mechanisms [of self/other cooperative democratizing Original Intent governance]." (p. 257)
So Creolizing Political LeftBrain Dominant-Democratizing HealthyWealth Trust Theory
also emerges as How EgoLeft/EcoRight Selves Come to BiLaterally EquiValent PolyPathic Mind.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
What is Perfection???
Is it just the other’s Expectations???
Rather, it is Self-satisfaction!
Today, there are many who aren’t perfect,
And are worried anout their self-respect.
They are turning fatal,
Because we people have taged them “Mental”.
Is is just because of their abnormal behavior?
That they are treated and ignored so severe?
Or is it just that they can’t express,
And we Are always there to supresss???
It makes me sad to see them so,
Such life is bropught to them by a terrible low!
People need to change their perception,
And treat those for gratification!
The worls assumes the word “mental” very negatively,
And the awareness about its health should be spread positively.
I wish to see the change in coming tomorrow,
And pray to see no sorrow!
Life has given us chance to be brave,
So, use the chance and be great!
Copyright © Nishita Karulkar | Year Posted 2013
I'm sure it was Rob Brezsny, again,
who first pointed out to me
that Western psychoanalysts give priority to pathologies within family relationships,
while Eastern analysts, more embedded in philosophies of interdependence,
begin with what nurturing health dynamics we can find
within those same family relationships,
for it is these,
that we want to bring forward into our love development,
so we need not worry so much,
so we might in fact de-fuse the ballistics of repressive anger management,
suppression of fears about our inevitably mortal failures
with a healthier positive ecopolitical consciousness
of cooperative evolutionary natural norms and outcomes.
Family and more extended environmental paranoia pathologies
are the warp weaving through our mutually co-arising pronoia norms
of a healthy individual, family, and a functioning/dysfunctional society
enculturing future generations in how to deep learn from Earth's goods
and deep learn what climate and landscape and relational pathologies
teach us about when and where healthy economics
negatively deviated from optimally wealthy,
our enculturation of sacred ecopolitical
evolving revolutionarily away from overly competitive LeftBrain dominant
Business As Usual as if this were always negative,
rather than, more helpfully, notnot yet positively balanced
toward a more multiculturally sustainable family, individual, and global eco/bio/geosystem.
Evolutionary acclimation of a species,
of a society,
of a family,
of an individual,
proclaims our interdependent historical enculturation.
Comprehensive pronoia analysis already recognizes
all living nature's history witnesses and records internally metaphysical climates,
and physical exterior landscapes,
nondually co-arising reiterative revolutions together.
What feels like a profound pronoia revolution inside
our whirlwind of great paradigmatic enculturing climatic storms,
when analyzed from outside,
is also the new normal pro/para-normed day to day coop/(0)-sum compete acclimation balance,
karmic evolution of who we have become up to this day,
to be reviewed this time-empty dream-feeling ruminating night
of timeless from-within RightBrain decomposition
of LeftBrain from-without analysis of personal as environmental ethology,
purpose messages speaking from DNA's recombinantly interdependent string of enculturing history,
separating out cognitive/affective dissonance
from cognitive/affective LeftRight confluence,
healthy primal relationship of ecopolitical thermodynamics.
like physical reality,
is measured with and against the cause/effect lattice network of time.
To know another is to sense another.
The essence of movement that we sense
we exegetically cognize as ecologically ethological ecopolitical
cause-effect-recause linear, but also cyclical,
regenerative up to some tipping point
analysis exploring risks of decompositional imbalance
of future healthy ecopolitical resource distribution and consumption
across our passage of health-devouring and pathology-absorbing time.
Abstractions of metaphysical analysis
work more symmetrically geometrically balanced and harmonic,
for group and game and evolutionary reiterative patterned-rhythmed models.
And with these
we forget our own, and other's, and Elders' compassionate hearts and mindbodies as health v pathology bicamerally enculturation biosystems,
each of us with a far too real-time passion for healthier,
more cooperative rules of legal and moral and ethical
and nutritional and healthy and fertile ecopolitical play.
Ego, in bilateral ecosystemic principle,
a self-regenerating (0)-sum economic and politically empowered nutritional flow potential Empty soul,
processor of time's evolution toward health
and away from global pathologies
yet each ego also interdependent
within this WinWin healthywealthy organic purpose
within Earth's healthy regenerate fertile deep learned meanings
of light with dualdark cosmology,
of uracil and thymine with double-binding cytosine
of positive ionic iconic c-squared light function with reverse double-binding dipolarity,
accessible to analytical decomposition of both reason and feeling,
empathic trust of pronoia,
understory to dyspeptic distrust of paranoia.
But, what is written across each natured mind
is also spoken midway across each hearted body,
that this fractured interdependent wholeness of Earth,
and our Ego-identity within these healthing/pathologizing subclimates of Earth,
is all together fully implicated within our (0)-sum organic ecopolitical analysis
of healthy ethological regenerativity,
actively hoping for fertile climates of and for positive solidarity outcomes,
predicated within our implicating (0) mindbody
inherited from Elders also doing their best
with interdependent-Left as empty/holonic-Right
bilateral-bicameral children of ecobalancing temporal climates,
pronoia normed landscapes and health-climates,
with paranoia cognitive-affective mistrusting dissonant understories.
White hats can only winwin
as full-harmonic octave light bright,
deep learning fertile recreations of Black hats.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Hence, forth I walk.
Too Summer I talk
When I leap, Jump I find.
I am the intellectual suffering voices.
When the voices rise.
I find the drastic Dragon.
I excavate terminologies.
Hence I colour the colour-book.
To remove the shadows
Of the voices, which I brask.
Copyright © Moses Samandar | Year Posted 2015
I believe it was Buckminster Fuller
who first posited
a prime appositional,
like Yang and Yin,
but his was:
Energy is to physical nature
as Information is to metaphysically languaged systems.
if we were to add the Yin and Yang
of this positivist-regenerative observation,
we could further nuance regenerate with degenerate:
Energy is to cooperative nurturance
and, therefore, Entropy is to degenerative chaos,
as Information is to regenerative ecosystemic co-intelligence
as fractal ExFormation (dialectal decomposition, creolization, reversion, spacetime reversal, inside-outside)
is to dualdark bicameral ego/eco-systemic consciousness.
we might further speculate
that organic nature
convex (yang) unfolds
following RNA/DNA fractal-fertile deep-learning functions,
revolutionarily and syncretically co-resonant
bilateral concavely (yin) infolding,
back and in toward Left-Right ZeroSum ecobalancing embryonic climates
of regeneration OVER inside degeneration/denomination;
Three dimensional space
over one bilaterally dimensioning
Yang/Yin flow and ebbing
should all the above make sensory-neural nurturing sense to you
as to me,
especially if also with you,
then this might help us understand why
who open their discussions to the broadest cooperative points
of appositional dipolar compare and contrast,
such as Western PreMillennial Capitalist v NonElect
and Eastern PostMillennial Syncretic-Creolic NonDualist,
hypostatizing hypotheses of co-arising co-gravitation
are those most articulate
about this climate health revolution
of Beloved Cooperative Communities
within wealthy interdependent bio-regions,
at these post-modern invisible in/ex-formational hands
of bilaterally balancing nature-spirit intent.
If we can learn to sing together
in resonant harmonies
of and for multiculturing creolic languages,
and we have and can do more,
must do all we can of such ecotherapeutic singing,
If we can learn to dance together
in flowing cooperative steps,
rather than competitive ecopolitical locked-up frozen marches
over and around each others' steps,
and we have and can do more
of this ecological flowing dance,
because we can,
then we can also use these same skill sets
for achieving more resonant climate-minds and landscape-bodies
deep learning Earth's CoOperative PermaCulturing Opera.
We can each capture learning to grow into re-invested loving
as cooperative Earth-owners and Golden Rule democratizing lovers,
we do in fact already own and govern and nurture Earth;
divided by competing silos of monoculturing ecopolitics,
we own nothing but a future of further potential ego/eco dis-equilibrium,
Yanging against Yin
rather than YinYang-Squared-Dialectal WinWin
through our song and dance gaming wu wei
in-between full-octave harmonics,
multiculturing-creolizing further revolutioning evolutions
of zero-sum ecopolitically resonant spacetime.
If we can sing and dance cooperatively
better than competitively
then we can also love and learn
and work and play cooperatively,
better than competitively,
We sound better together
as Earth's global gospel choir,
and look better too,
than we do as Earth's mutually mistrusting post-climatic decomposing
ashamed of our own rifle-aiming mess,
rabidly overpopulating pestilence,
instead of resonant opulence.
We really only have the one bilateral balancing choice
for healthy wealth.
I mean, who would choose pestilence
over cooperative opulence
other than a cloud of unknowing
abused and neglected sociopath?
are ionic balancing binomials,
as good humors and climates
are ironic balancing ecologicals
and analogically dipolarish,
fractal deep becoming zero-sum co-intelligence,
of each more cooperatively opulent ego/eco
We all breathe out Yang
and WinWin Yin in
this same bilateral double-binding acclimating way,
just as our sacred bicameral hearts
each and all beat diastolic opening
and diastatic to close cooperative/competing co-intensions
I believe it was Bucky Fuller who first LeftBrain languaged:
Ergodically reiterative energy is to bilaterally communicating physical nature
as Ionic-Bionic In-Ex Formation is to metaphysically languaged systems,
marching toward cooperatively responsible
and responsive co-ownership
to and for and of flowing synergetic interdependence.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
Each day we all may struggle
Many trying to just survive,
Other's become to overwhelmed
For they only inside wish to die.
Their minds are full of confusion
Without proper help, won't go far,
Family support no longer enough
These people forget who they are.
Mental illness strikes many people
Nobody know how hard families try,
The phone calls, letters and many prayers
No solutions found, only the question why.
Why wont anyone out there listen
Why must these people be fully down,
Where is the help they need and deserve
Why won't you help turn these people around.
Hae we all become so cold inside
A society that just don't care,
Why can't these people get any help
Have we ran out of love to share.
These pople are human beings
They have feelings that are real,
Place yourself in their shoes just once
Completely live in the pain they feel.
Then ask yourself a simple question
Now do i inside fully understand,
Mental illness is a serious disease
How can I help this child, woman or man.
Copyright © Jodie Steward | Year Posted 2009