I can clearly sense your utter despair of Der Matratzengruft*
As you valiantly carried on your poetic works to the very end.
This did not change your literary accomplishments well-known,
And your courage through the misery and morphine* is undeniable.
Your lyrical poetry speaks volumes among all of German literature,
And it was most marvelously set to music by the likes of Schumann,
Schubert, Silcher, Mendelssohn, Brahms, and Strauss—to name a few.
Their melodic tones as applied to your verses then, now live on forever!
Your role in and principal contributions to Romanticism fall in line
With the highest quality of your poetic language and its intention.
Your role in battling early nineteenth-century censorship in Prussia set
You out front of many of your contemporaries who resisted much less.
It’s so tragic Herr Heine that your literary resistance so prominent in
Challenging Prussian censorship would make you ever so more noted,
And besmirched as the Nazis in 1933 burned your books and those of
Other German scholars as a reflection of their insane and twisted beliefs!
It’s with great irony indeed that the banning and burning of your works by
The Nazis was parodied further by them as they ignobly quoted and used
Your famous line from “Almansor,”* when you likened that “where books
Are burned, in the end people will be burned too.” We know what they did!
And so, with both honor and sadness I do understand the very cry of lament
From the confines of your mattress-grave about your final exquisite poetry,
Written through writhing pain and tears as you faced the end of your life.
It took great courage to face your end like this while staying true to your Muse!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 15, 2014)
(Narrative Quatrain poetic format)
*Der Matratzengruft from the German means “The Mattress-Grave.”
(Heinrich Heine was confined to his bed, his “mattress-grave,” in 1848
with various illnesses until his eventual death eight years later in 1856.)
*Heine poetically referred to his pain predicament in the poem “Morphine,”
written near the end of his life, when he noted in two famous verses:
“Gut is der Schlaf, der Tod ist besser—freilich / Das beste waere, nie
Geboren sein.” (In English: “Sleep is good, Death is better—of course, /
Best of all would be never to have been born.”)
*Almansor was a play written by Heine in 1821 that had a most famous
line in German: “Das war ein Vorspiel nur, dort wo man Buecher verbrennt,
verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen.” (Rendered in English: “That was
but a prelude; where they burn books, they will ultimately burn people as
well.”) The significance here is that as the Nazis burned the books of Heine
and other German artists on the Opernplatz in Berlin in 1933, they actually
celebrated this event by “engraving” Heine’s famous words from “Almansor”
in the ground at the Opernplatz site. The obvious depravity of this terrible
event reflects the innate cruelty, stupidity and evil of the Nazis as they
burned the books and defiled the names and reputations of Heine and other
famous German writers. Their actions were monstrous and shameful, and
were indicative of mankind’s base instincts at their very worst. Moreover,
despite converting to Protestantism from Judaism in 1825, Heine’s Jewish
origins played a continuing presence in his life and were one of the major
factors for his being scapegoated by the Nazis later in 1933. And besides,
the Nazis were always more interested in burning books, rather than
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014
And the music began,
And with power so strong, I nearly fell back from the force
Snarling, smiling, demons held me upright,
As the Precarious Prince began,
“Dare you in silence come to me, Daughter of Eve,
To challenge my wisdom with your lust to sing,
A child of God—you provoke His flea,
A monster in the dark—a sight to see!
In meditative silence, I was ever blooming,
The passion for power in my mind consuming,
In silence, my brilliance berated all other
My beauty, shocking, my wings of color
Etched in golden array,
Silence was my everything,
A bud so tight, so light, so moist,
In heaven bright—its beam rejoiced!
And now, as knowledge, as power do burst,
I sit in silence, though in the worst
A quiet so perturbed your stomach curbs,
I long in luster for demons to disturb
Silence, once a subordinate to my wit,
Had found its way into this grimy pit,
Where now your God has given me,
A work of sloppy treachery…
Had I been He, and He been me,
I would throw His heart into the sea,
And watch the eels suck each artery
And listen to his lullabies for a century,
To feel his spirit sweat in the flames of my power,
I would shred his head on the highest tower,
Give him something to really Bab-bel,
Make him wish Eve had crushed that apple”
He smiled at me with teeth protruding,
Keenly waiting for my reply
My throat was insanely dry, and my heart racing
I had expected more, yet expected less…
And now all my wits were a wretched mess
Yet still Death severed those deep bass chords..
I began as a child would, with a doubtful sigh,
I wondered yet again what kind of trouble I was coming by
And inspired by The Reaper’s little push, I began
“In my days in your presence, dear one
Silence shall not roam too close,
I do not sing to disdain you,
Rather to know you,
I do not grow quiet,
To decompose you…”
I stopped for a moment,
To see him staring rather attentively,
As if he were expecting a miracle
His almost angelic expression changed as quick as it came…
“Go on…” He demanded. “Sing me what your God would have sang…”
“You speak of silence, in the fogs of doom,
In your pit you dwell, and with a child you make room,
I have ached long in the vision of your cries,
Watching the happy children, and the relieving sighs,
I imagined you just as I see you today,
A beautiful sufferer, with wit, bite, and sway
Crushing courage in your wake,
I implore you—you quake
Moments like these I will never forget,
To win, to lose, to KNOW I wait yet!
What is it with man and his thirst for the truth,
Leading him to fall, to intercede his youth,
And as I do now, wrong or right,
By God and his angels has found delight!
Allowed me with confidence to face you Prince,
A sauntering being of ire and impertinence
I see where your attention bleeds,
I see your mind and I see your needs
Such darkness must now allow some light,
By accepting my challenge—a bravery so bright
Do I mean to admire you, accept you, despise you
Am I hear to judge you, taunt you, transpire you
You and you alone I come for, oh Prince
To show you I care, to break the silence
To share with you the precious gifts of song,
To love, to sing, and in turn…belong…”
The demons chimed with laughter dark
As the Prince sat close beside me
He stood very slow, towering over me,
And took me by the arm
“Charming voice, darling,
You sing quite well,
Shall we sing for as long as you say?
Will you not be missed?”
He pointed above me, and stared at me deeply
There was warning written all over him
A threatening, distant eye,
The other full of desire
“I am missed by you, though I stand before you,
This I say, Prince
I shall stay with you 40 days and 40 nights,
And then I shall leave you, in the breaking dawn of day…”
His grip tightened upon me,
“I have you, child, woman…light…
For 40 Days and 40 nights…
Before then, let us make history of song
Yes, my dear... let us both belong…”
The demons gasped,
And Death stood still…steadily strumming a pulse of daring life
----Thank you once again, Justin Bordner, for the title to this work.
This may be confusing if you have not yet read the other parts to the poem. If you are interested, they are called Light On the Devil’s Chord – Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 as well as The ChallengeThanks for reading friends! ~Laura
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
Life is but a winding road
Filled with faces along the way
Coming in and out of your life
Coloring your every day
Yet most spend just a moment
A fleeting glimpse before your eyes
They giveth not and taketh not
And cause you barely a rise
And some stay just a moment
Earning a thought upon your mind
Triggers for countless memories
These are the most common kind
And fewer still stay even longer
And commune with you a while
Leaving behind dearest memoirs
Of sweet tears or a special smile
And rarer still those faces grand
Building mansions in your soul
These are the faces of a lifetime
Whose virtue you do extol
And know that you simply are
A feature filled soiree
A portrait in collage
Of the faces along the way
Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010
I poked the straw man
He remained fixed, unmoved
“There, I said, once again you ignored
me’. Then I felt tears flowing down
to gently touch my tongue.
Soon after he answered…
“Don’t you know by now your life is
destined to be what it is; why do you
Because what? More struggle, more sadness,
more disappointment, more pain?”
No. More answers, more meaning, more insight.
Why? Your mind can only absorb so much and
by some miracle you get what you want, then what?
Will you be happier, more content, more peaceful?
The straw man looked askew, more teary eyed,
then turned over and lay silent .
Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2016
Twin limestone tors thrust up through valley floor
Like islands or icebergs in a calm flat sea
Deep green save where shear rock can hold no spore
To spawn in fecund niche a vine or tree
Midday and all is calm untroubled and still
In tangible heat, all movement paused, restricted
No hint of ought that might disturb our will
A landscape placid, as in a painting depicted
But look to the sky the seeds of change are sown
There, signs portend a transformation near
Those innocent clouds mere cumuli have grown
To cumulonimbus extending t'ward stratosphere
And therein is enormous might enclosed
The energy stored, that soon must be released
Unleashing force of primal power unopposed
The laws of Nature never to be breached
Now lightning flickers o'er distant mountain peaks
Faint thunder echoes round steep valley walls
The breeze accelerates and chills to speak
A warning of the fast approaching squall
Is it charge in the air that has swallows energised
To move from circling low between tree and house
Their flight plans now are recklessly revised
To helical soaring t'ward the threatening clouds
A steady light drum roll on roofs - sound train
Starts gently then in crescendo ends the prelude
Announcing clear the now impending rain
Prodigious splashes transformed to a deluge
The waves of rain traverse our panorama
Gauze curtains drawn by cosmic stage hand's might
Relentlessly recasting features to those of dark drama
As familiar scenes are shrouded, obscured from sight
Now random electric arcs flare the bleak vision scanned
A cacophony of thunder dominates all sound
An awesome confusion and darkness is on the land
All visible anchors cast off into shadow spellbound
But in this world each cycle must be ended
Perhaps the reverse of events that had us unmoored
And soon the terrible drama is played out and expended
Peace, light and order are gradually restored
Known reference points can once again be seen
The twin rocky peaks firm and clear through the rain-washed air
Residual cloud makes fine-spun white wraps for hills now green
And we're reassured by prospects familiar and fair
Now is this chronicle an allegorical tale
Of human life that can't be guaranteed free of strife
And would we then choose bland existence without travail
Or rather confront the magnificent tempests of life
Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2017
It came from all sides;
above, sideways, front and back. It swept
so fast as though it was being attracted
They didn't know their brains worked
like a heart; pumping in
and pumping out.
Their brains pumped out animosity,
indifference and narcissism
to their lovers, children,
neighbors, and strangers,
only to pump in a deluge of regrets;
it had wars, genocide, racism,
and religious intolerance
drifting in it.
They all helplessly knelt down,
as the dark mass came tumbling
Date of Entry: 8/27/2016
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
Every once in a while I lose myself
But I’m glad the dreams are coming back
I feel the thrill filling me
I feel my heartbeat rising
I see redemption rising in the days ahead
I still realise once again that I’ve earned another chance to begin anew
Still glad that it’s early in life
...and I can apply the lessons I’ve learnt before I’m twenty five
Phew! Boy, my heart’s beating fast
I shall no longer look at my past
For the past is just that
...opportunities gone with the wind, never to come back
I look towards the days ahead
I spend today to dream of the future I intend
For I know now tomorrow is bound to come
Today was but a dream ten years back
Had I realised then how soon today would come
I’d already be rich riding on the wings of independence
I pledge never to make that mistake again
Today I shall live like I plan
...and not like my neighbour Mr. Wright
For I know not how much he earns to spend the way he does
Today I shall not live like the society around me
For I don’t know whether they think ahead
...of the days that are bound to be raining with storms of emergency
I pledge to live as befits me
I plan to live today in a way that enables me to save
For now I know I was right ten years ago
But I hadn’t the courage to follow a route of my own
Now I’m determined ten years to come...
I’ll be riding on the unicorn of delight
I pay no care for what those here and there may air
I wanna be happy today in my moderate ways
Knowing all too well I’m headed where
There, in the future where my heavy dreams will float in the air
I’m no hater so for the rest of the players here
I wish all the goodwill and good wishes my subconscious can air
Copyright © Wiseton Prins | Year Posted 2011
What do you do when life throws you a misguided curve?
You just keep on chugging, never losing nerve.
It’s easy to quit, give up, holler I’ve had enough.
But just shake it off, get tough, show em you got the stuff.
Pity parties are for losers that will only sire defeat.
Never stop trying even when better judgement says you’re beat.
If you’re not fully charged with a positive electrode,
Then it won’t take much of a negative to drain your load.
Keep yourself charged with a positive upbeat,
Then you’ll know why I say victory can taste so sweet.
No matter who you are there is always somebody that looks up to you.
So be a role model, set good examples in all things that you do.
Your one fleeting moment of good may set the tone,
To that someone that was watching, that you may have never known.
Take it from someone who has been on both sides of the fence.
A positive and good attitude is always your better defense.
Just have faith in knowing that tomorrow the sun will shine.
Just in believing will give you a much greater peace of mind.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2007
I remember summers past in the south
and the sultry heat.
Iced tea and back porch confessions.
Making time with that first love.
The swing underneath that old tree.
The radio playing softley in the background.
Thoose ways have long since died.
Replaced by a breakneck pace.
As were all to willing to forsake a conversation between
two human beings.
It's all about one night stands and bragging rights.
It's like comparing velvet to burlap.
All harsh no mystery.
Where people would rather surf the internet
The passion of the kiss.
Is but a dinosaur that people
view as some old silent film.
A blanket underneath the stars
Has been replaced by a encounter in a
Upward we advance as deeper we sink within the
As the poet reflects ink drying
in he pen.
I recall thoose times so very slow.
To this sudden stand still.
Like a pile up on the interstate.
I no longer live I wait.
But the sunset still haunts me.
Along with the scent of the salt filled air.
that tree's swing does no longer stand.
As in dust and memories it's been taken with
The road echos of another time.
For all that was free and wild.
Is slowley vanishing.
As we blindly advance.
I'll sit and watch the tide.
And be happy to be left behind.
Copyright © John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo | Year Posted 2009
Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe wuz vary ahful tah mi,
God’s chile. Eye didden doyah nuttin.
Yah ‘sposed, tah bee ah liter rite?
Butt ya playin’ roun wit da won,
Whooz comin’ bak leyek ah,
Theef en dah nite.
Win yah ain’t treet mi rite,
Yah naglect’d dah powah uv God.
Cuz onlee wit Him ah wuz,
Ovalookin’ wat ewe wuz doin’,
Ta mi fah da harvest ,
Of God’s chirren bein’ edumacated,
Mi yah outrite hated.
Butt dats awrite God-n-eye,
Gon’ win dis feyght.
Ah wheel hav’ victuree cuz ah,
Choze ta spread luv butt ewe,
Choze ta spread mizuhree.
Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe ramyned mi uv ol’Pharoah,
Hoo woodn’t lett God’s pipahs goh.
Ah didden wanna fase yah awl dose
Butt God help’d mi leyek God help’d,
Moses speek up tah ol’Pharoah.
God tole Moses tah lett mah pipahs goh.
God telling mi ta tale yah phake Pharoah
Tah lett mi chirren’s goh.
Ah noh ah hatta bee roun ewe sum moh.
Butt itell bee worfwile,
Cuz God wantz freedom,
Fah ebbery chile.
Yah hut mi fah alil wile,
Butt we’ll bee at da prahmased lan’,
An out uv yah Egypt.
Cuz fah awl uv uz ta prospa,
Iz God’s plan.
Ansoon we won’ be roun ewe no moh.
Wheel nat laugh leyek yah didaht mi.
Win trajudee nocks aht yah doh.
Wheel helpyah cuz God,
Wantz uz awl tah bee free.
Frum dah phake phone’ powah,
Uv da enumee.
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010
loneliness is a good thing...
to share with someone
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
Today, our first “All About Me” History class begins
when we comprehend every day and night
co-arises with “All About We”
and regenetically reiterated
in and through,
by and for,
before and after,
each moment of Earth Tribe’s timeless surfing times.
If your story
If wrong is negative,
If right is positive,
When do two historic
wrongs make it right,
just as a double negative polynomial equals a polynomial positive?
Perhaps when this double-negative shy yinyin,
playing the role of wu wei,
issue develops linear appositional polarity
as negative correlational and co-arising
of co-gravitationally balancing outcome indicators
of optimizing Continuous Quality Improvement
embracing permacultural health
and defensive eco/egojustice with contenting peace
and positive economic
and environmental outcome indicators.
Sexism breeds reverse sexism
as racism breeds reverse racism,
two appositional wrongs,
looking for a median flow
an ego/eco-centering polypathic consciousness.
When the Industrial Age WRONG trend
toward oppressing yin feminist intuitive,
inductive information processing
and Wisdom Languaged systems
the coincidentally nondual co-arising Information Systemic TransMillennial Stage
of Left-brain dominant language
competitionOVERcooperation reverse-equity WRONG (about value-neutral capitalism's antidemocratic evolution, anyway)
deductive-reductive STEM monocultural norms for rational information v. analogical/ecological-temporal-spaciated-sequential-revolving-seasonal-reasonal-health-wealth creolizing wealth,
digital-quantified, commodified, domesticated,
as of more evolutionary scientific nutritional value
racial-cultural dialectal diversity,
gender balance in political and economic diastatic systems
as Yang/Yin bicameral Left/Right balance comprehended
When hubris WRONG
of overly competitive commodified domesticated information
for cooperative gift-it-forward
Organic EcoSystem Interior and Exterior Consciousness Landscapes,
deep nurturing ecology of health optimization
for all binomially normative Earthcentric biosystems,
all co-arising with co-falling consumer-producer political economies
all infolding with outfolding fractal-holonic dialectal dipolars,
all inhaling with exhaling RIGHT Earth Tribes.
When the WRONG
most over-heated, wilting,
political-economic competitive Win-Lose Game
early health and wealth marginalized losers
begin to notice,
to comprehend ecoconsciousness,
why life’s, nature’s, Earth’s
and thermodynamically permaculturally balanced
health as wealth standard ecocultures,
eco-normists for political/financial ego-cooperative AND ecosymbiotic
struggling-with (not struggling-against)
wu wei tipping points
shyly lurking in mythos engaging logos,
nondual co-arising ReGenesis
Love-Beloved EcoPolitical Community.
Let our polycultural cooperative
emergent composting party
Our egg is fertile,
our Time is PostMillennially
with bicameral dipolar decomposers,
policy discernment facilitators,
of political and familial and personal ecosystemic rights
of freedom toward balanced ecological healthy wealth,
with mutually subsidiary double-binding boundaries
excluding ego/eco imbalanced relationships and transactions.
Positive Polynomial Zero
is informationally equivalent
to double-negative Polynomial Zero.
“Yin” is Lao-tse’s “non-being”
as metaphysical as not-now Special Case
except for NOW
as organically-systemically articulating
or near-full trending Yang/Yin
co-arising dialectical diastatic ecobalance
in Special Case physical-natural Universe,
surfing timelessly through Time’s 3-dimensional spaciating
linear-implicate TransParently balanced
wear two faces:
How do we cooperatively intend and practice optimizing
our cultural environment
with co-resonant respect for our most diastatically
inclusively imaginable voices,
While Yin asks,
How do we/I not lose sight of,
how do I/we defend,
my/our ego-self’s healthy esteem
by optimizing my/our individual/communal
freedom to fully articulate
our most deeply held sense of “ego/Yang” = “eco/yinyou(+/-)yinother”
bicameral balancing identity?
How do we hang onto our most polyculturally,
held Positive-Esteem Cooperative Psychology,
as individuals (Interior Landscape of ego-boundary identity)
and as a species (Exterior Landscape of eco-freedom boundary identity)?
These two Landscapes bicamerally reside within each human mindbody
of co-arising evolutionary RNA/DNA-syntaxed balance,
DNA dialectal for thermodynamic balance,
fractal-temporal-neural syntax normed
at (0)-soul point of political and economic equi-optimizing interest intent
toward PolyCultural EcoConscienceness.
All About Me days
All About We life,
relational/transactional integrative integrity of love.
Positive Life is only the cooperative integrity of each bicameral moment’s
potential for co-arising revolutions of love,
Beloved Community is our polycultural love revolution.
Spread nutrients around,
we’re catching on
when we organically pitch positive compost.
Please send in your questions.
Class dispersed for our further evolution.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Today we begin with a quote from Eisenstein
with commentary in brackets
informed by Bucky Fuller's cooperative metaphysic
of Synergetic Steerage.
"We have a[n intuited, autonomic systemic] need to stay in contact with people with whom we share emotional and economic ties. In past times, these people were usually close by. A hunter-gatherer or fourteenth-century Russian peasant would have had little use for a telephone. Telephones [and www] began to meet a need only when other developments in technology and culture spread human beings [even] farther apart and splintered extended families [and neighborhoods] and [national through] local communities [as sustainable ecosystems]. So the basic need they meet is not something new under the sun." [Basic cooperative communication need has evolved to global cooperative scale because technology's deductive path has evolved a co-arising economic/ecological imperative.]
What Plan B Fuller eco-comprehended
as an implied Universal First Principle of Positive Synergetic Balance:
all Primal Principles
must be universally co-informed,
"cooperative" defined as ergodically and ionically regenerating full-fractal,
to achieve integrative,
Spaceship Earth synergetic wealth optimization,
as sustainability of positive life-trend energy,
and revolutionary ecocultural dialectal design
and ectosymbiotic/endosymbiotic correlational landscape evolution
toward health and safety
away from pathology
and high risk economically illogical dissonance,
suboptimizing polycultural outcome planning
and therefore delivery of co-empathic mindbody dis-ease,
chronic stress with climatic paranoid peaks trending upward.
Economists and eco-nomists recognize
production of newly commodifying need-systems
with creation of consumptive/absorptive/nutritional evolution
of need v. want constellations and priorities.
The difference between a Plan A Competitive
Win-Lose need-based economist,
and a Plan B Cooperative
Win-Win gift-rooted eco-nomialist,
strategist and logician and linguist,
policy and planning analyst,
sacred matriarchal ethological ecologist,
is Left-Right dipolar balance as negatively correlated with cognitive dissonance;
deep-learning comprehension instead
of Win-Lose as suboptimizing health and wealth
compares to a work-toward midway
double-negatively reiterating thermostat,
decompositional analysis trending
reverse hierarchical tree
of unfolding regenerative, resonating flow strings,
including binary trend QBit 0=squared/fractal-centric time as function
of mutual subsidiarity positive-default comprehension
as Win-Win bicameral informational system's
and permacultural uracil-yang/cytosine-yinyin
b-ionically deductive/inductive zeroistic design.
We can approach the further
question of optimizing Polynomial syntax and form and function
as equivalently and dipolar self-defined by -(-P),
binary RNA syntax
of analogical economic polynomial trend QByte-octave
double/elliptical fractal rhythm and patterned balance.
We might pose this question
with fractally 0-squared digital information
as ecological trend analysis
with a dual hypothesis,
to see which is more productive
of a healthy and wealthy past,
We could observe
that the proposition
is non-equivalent to Not-Polynomial Information"
has been our scientific deductive and metric
analytically encultured eisegetical assumption,
leading to competitive irresolution
through our own default Win-Lose economics of evolutionary demise.
in this irrationally eternal place,
we cannot deductively explain
why some issues,
have resonantly resolvable solutions
and scientific revolutions
while others calculate their way through infinite time.
Which is which is rather like trying to separate Kuhnian primal revolutions
from more normatively diversifying further individuating refinements
within paradigm freedom's double-binding continuous flow evolutions.
we start with the heuristic assumption
that Polynomial spacetime universe =
where might this take us toward explaining
ecological, and perhaps even cosmological
Cooperative Game Theory:
P-positive Win = (-,-) equivalent Win NP,
a positive draw,
anticipating an equally positive draw choice from nondual Other
is RNA-rooted naturally systemic,
with outcome to co-redeem at-onement faith
both positively and cooperatively
as long as every co-empathic truster chooses to play nice.
Group Binomial (0)-Soul Theory:
Explicate Convex Boundary +P = +(0)
Implicate (Bohm) Concave Double-Bound NP = -(-0).
And, so, to our deductively metric and commodifying friends
at Clay Math Institute,
at least the field of permacultural design
and all the cells of RNA heritage,
appear premised on a Zero-Binomial Assumption
that P-yangspace = N(NP)-yinyintime = +/-C ecosquared
as c-squared Universe equals e-squared Synergetic Balanced Integrity (Unitarian),
the balance of deductively formal Yang light
with inductively flowing YinYin double-bound octave frequency harmonics,
co-arising form with intuitive-polypathic ego/eco-conscious bilateral function.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Words can take you wherever you wish to be.
Words can capture and words can set you free.
Words have strength and words have power.
Words can be descriptive like the beauty of a flower.
Words can be soft like a warm summers rain.
Words can be harsh intended to bring only pain.
Words can be lifting like words filled with love.
Words can be hurtful when anger replaces that love.
Words can be soothing like a young mothers kiss.
Words can hold ecstasy and filled with heavenly bliss.
Words can show feelings and make things okay.
Words can paint pictures if we know what to say.
Words are what separates us from all other things.
Words can hold victory and the joys that it brings.
Words can hold life and a thing known as death.
Words are just sounds made with mutterance of breath.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2007
People Say poetry is for the broken,
As if nobody or nothing but words on paper can mend their broken pieces,
As if their soul existence is put into paragraph form,
each line representing some critical moment in their life.
Let us not acknowledge the fact that poets possess an amazing skill,
a skill where they articulate words, painting a picture as the words roll off the tongue.
A stranger whom can make you relive every beautiful moment,
re experience every sad emotion, and allow you to feel!
Now that I think about it...maybe they're the broken ones..
Copyright © Dillon Allen | Year Posted 2014
My mother, my grandmother before has always held a place in my heart.
My father, and my grandfather before has the same part.
I was young and very active with unwillingness to listen fully to what they had to say.
I had a problem, never could be solved without my parents and grandparents till today.
With patience they all come to my aid when I fall on my face.
With little dishonor I listen to them and what they had to say, I embrace.
Over the years I go to them with no doubt a feeling of no dismay.
Over the years I go to them and they help me solve problems that to me is O.K.
Now I am getting a bit more aware of what had happen to me when I was growing.
Now I remember how the ride was in my beginning: it was a trial of not knowing.
With the guided words of my parents and grandparents I survive through them all.
With it some being a problem that I remember I recall.
My mother and my grandmother always said to be patient and it will be easy to solve.
My father and my grandfather always knew that I would grow and evolve.
I could wonder everyday what if my parents and grandparents was not in my life.
I could just think that would be fatal like a stab with a knife.
With knowledge that they had past on to me of what they had experience.
With their proof of teachings they had past on to me is their self existence.
Over the years I grew with life so full of happiness that was because of my families love.
Over the years it showed me the path that led me to all the above.
Now cherish those words that help me through my troubles in my new family.
Now I listen to my parents healing words of wisdom and except them gladly.
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
The day of Pentecost, Church celebrated
Administered Holy Baptism
St. Peter declares
“Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins and receive the gift of the Holy Spirit”
The apostles offer baptism to anyone who believed in Fr. Christ Jesus
You will be saved
You and your household
St. Paul declared to his baptized and with all his family
Baptism is birth into the new life in Fr. Christ Jesus
In accordance with Lord God’s will
It is necessary for salvation
As the Church herself, we enter by Baptism
Baptismal grace includes forgiveness of original sin
Birth to a new life by man becomes an adopted son of the Father
A member of Fr. Christ
A temple of the Holy Spirit
Those who die for faith
All those without knowing the Church under the inspiration of grace
Seek God sincerely, strive to fulfill his will
Can be saved even if they have not been baptize
With respect to children who have died without baptism
The Church invites us to trust in God’s mercy
The angel of Lord God said
The babies are safe in heaven
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012
Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people
Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen
Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully
For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity
To present Prudence by being careful
For untruthfulness to bring into Justice
Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong
Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance
We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012
Faith, is the antithesis of proof...
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
Shovels,blue overalls and head lamps.
They dug the golds fields to feed our our hungry stomachs,they carried the Dompas to free our future,they took beatings for our emancipation,but did they plant good seeds in our brains?
Did they instill education in our hearts?
We stick gold plates on our teeth to show monetary muscle
We dig our father's pockets to fend for our families and we are labelled gold diggers.
Were the lights at the end of the tunnel chandeliers on the ceiling of the Summit club?
Did our dreams slide downhill like a pole dancer?
Is the corporate leader a way to step on the backs of a kneeling cleaner?
Shining crystals all looked the same,we took the mirror and gave away the diamond,we gave away our herd of cattle but now we are fed a load of wild Bull and a lot of Ass.
We took away the buffalo from our national money,we boasted of millions to bid for the same buffalo and now the same buffalo ends on our plates at dinner time.
We placed Madiba on the Randelas only for the Mandelas to fight for the millions.
27 years fight to freedom,a few years into democracy, but an eternal scar of poverty.
We recalled the smoke pipe that was bringing fire to the cold land and inducted the shower head that only bring storms of conspiracy,strikes and skimpy dancers.
Did we go wrong anywhere or am I just an ignorant youth?
Copyright © Gaopalelwe Nke | Year Posted 2013
Dear Andrew Cohen,
I am riveted by “Evolutionary Enlightenment: A New Path to Spiritual Awakening.” Your theme that enlightenment need not be limited to elitist and eisegetical experiences, memory, but invites us to become co-travelers in and through an evolutionary epic opera, feels both important and strategic for this climatically transitional time.
Perhaps because I just finished reading Charles Eisenstein’s “Sacred Economics,” which also tells an evolutionary creation story of nature's value, I am hearing your voice as inviting evolution toward the primal economic value of health. Not just healthy outcomes for human nature, but for all of Earth’s Tribes.
I am also influenced by at least three other evolutionary models that offer some interesting collective redundancy about evolution of consciousness emerging toward a cultural revolution of bicamerally balanced (Julian Jaynes, evolutionary developmental psychology of Left-brain language and cultural bicameral dissonance) eco-consciousness as eco-logic, a dialectic co-arising Earth’s RNA enculturation with AnthroCentric DNA as YangDominant ecobalancing YinRecessive regenerational CQI Standards for health assurance, surviving thru thriving, inclusively polycultural equity in diastatic/climax universal spacetime.
Where you think of “vertical momentum,” I read deep Exterior/Interior Landscape Ecologically Rooted Cooperative UnEarthing.
Where you choose “creative,” I choose regenerative therapy [PermaCultural].
Where you remind us, and warn us, that “ [t]he evolutionarily enlightened soul lives for change” I want to nuance eco-consciousness is of both positive and negative change, both nurturing and toxic, and more polyculturally enlightened ecosystems nurture therapeutic, healthy change, and disinvest of pathological, dissonantly unhealthy and both economically and ecologically irrational change. Wow, that was kind of long, so you can see, perhaps, I am also influenced by the geometric systems of mind revolutionary Prime-Relationship dynamic system theory of Buckminster Fuller.
So, again, where you choose “change” I would probably choose “optimizing polycultural health” of positively deviant evolutionary trends. (recommend www.positivedeviance.org kind of a health-related social-evolutionary systems theory, producing surprisingly positive health and safety outcomes). Makes me wonder what positively deviant characteristics, patterns, lifestyle decisions, economic and political decisions might we find in the population of seasoned ecotherapists and feminist-permaculturists and organic farmers?
“we are part of a process that is [cooperatively] going somewhere.” Again, while I realize this word “cooperative” may be implied by our evolutionary context for you, that is not necessarily the perspective of more marginalized, stigmatized, under-valued readers who understand our evolution story as profoundly Win-Lose competitive. I learned in grade school that the theory of evolution supports the historical accuracy of survival of the fittest; certainly suggesting it would be to one’s advantage to at least steer away from those who are the least fittest, as these are inevitably hopeless losers in life’s crapshoot.
It is both good and important news, then, that Earth’s evolution of ecoconsciousness is both positively trending toward polyculturally cooperative interdependent health optimization, while monocultural competitive independent wealth deposits have already begun to wilt.
“Most human beings don’t live for change.” but do live for love, synergy, healthy thrival, which requires developmental change.
I suspect our deep “preconscious orientation toward stasis” is also a deep dis-logical cultural orientation toward Win-Lose political/relational and economic/normative/monomial competition stasis.
While “living for change” does indeed sound “unbearable,” living for sustainable polyculturally-inclusive cooperative health-therapy for Me and We sounds like an opulent life of Beloved Community abundance; could at least be a shared hope among the evolutionarily enlightened.
To conclude, for fear of excessive redundancy, from p. 185, your sentences in quotes, with my perhaps too dense nuancing in brackets:
“The cultural ego is the [Left brain dominant-languaged OVER Right brain recessive-inductive] status quo, which lives in both our [Left] conscious [language] and [Right-autonomic temporal-syntaxed, regeneratively functioned] unconscious [unlanguaged] minds.”
“It [cultural ego] consists of all the deeply held images and conditioned [norms of Earth’s ecological positive/negative] beliefs that define for us what [evolutionary] life is supposed to look like.” [cooperatively struggling with, not competing against while using Win-Lose Evolutionary Gaming Programs and stories, language, absorbed into an ecoculturally dissonant struggle with insufficiency, lack of adequacy, shortness of ego’s time.]
Which brings me to the third teleological evolutionary theory in my life, an emerging PostMillennial Taoism, perhaps. Where we struggle against our unraveling Left-brain dominant straight white male over-representation on the “Most Likely to Stay Healthy through Future Generations”, I see Yang power, paradigmatically parallel to Buckminster Fuller’s “convex polynomial universal energy”; and where we struggle with our Right-brain recessive non-white, not-straight, feminist over-representation on the “Most Likely to Help all of us Stay Healthy through Future Generations, I see YinYin as WinWin integrating opulent flow-pattern frequencies, paradigmatically parallel to B Fuller’s “concave bilateral unitarian dipolar co-arising/co-falling Time,” breathing in this healthy intimacy of sacred eco-conscious passion, to breathe out cooperative peace inclusive of all Earth’s Tribes.
Do you happen to know what I mean?
With warm regard, Namaste,
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE ( hubris)
In the Arctic nights the jazz born North Lights sound
with a music of their own. Fair winds ferry fragile birds--
take to the skies in search of sympathetic warmth profound
while white breathless silence magnifies each sound as it is heard
and few venture forth, like bears they dash to find a haven
where they can hide until reluctantly the sun has stirred--
But, there is one jay bird who is not one of nature’s craven
creatures-- Waiting for a spring call from his mate, he hops into the hungry snow
to dance a dangerous dance in icy morning with the ravens.
There is a God flung magic that dashes high above the haughty human know
among the ancient secret kingdoms of the mystery sky--
And there it is that Wisdom’s Word is spread by wing and wayward winds that blow
their way in worldwide splendor and intricate magnificence that defies
the mind of man. It is a truth that dalliance in vanity is inborn---
Man or bird, into the nature of some spirits-- it low lies
and becomes incited when grand fame or imagined glory has been shorn
by another . And , so-- in Persia when the Prince of Peacocks heard
murmurs of the razzing ravens and the sassy sparrows high sky airborne
a proclamation that the World knew now there lived a peerless bird--
plucky-proud, surpassing the peacock -- Jay magnificent with a spirit daunting, a weight
of valiant blue in shades escaped of double rainbows, color-blurred
who bedazzled all nature’s eyes and winds of ear, that judiciously beheld each trait.
The peacock, no longer Highest Prince of Birds, screamed a terrible and cosmic sound
of jealousy. Ignoring all the glory that still made him great--
the vain and foolish peacock fell-- stunned and breathless to the ground.
Victoria Anderson-Throop 2012 ©
Written in Juja, Kenya
Bird is Stellar Jay, common in Valdez, Alaska
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
Blinded, By The Light
If you can truly find yourself you can be truly happy
if not, well the world will eat you and beat you until you cry no more...
I see most people crying. Me, I ran out of tears and found myself the hard way.
I survived long enough to hear the Nightbird sing, a drunk rooster crow and
the coyote catch that damn roadrunner-in my dreams..
After that a light blinded me and within that blindness came a realization,
that three things are important - God, love and family.
All the rest is window dressing and leftover refried beans with no damn chili's...
Every morn that rising sun tells me , get up and be worthy of the air you breathe
Stand as tall as you can and never look down on a man unless extending a helping hand to him.
To do less is not only lazy but selfish and rude. Find a gift to give somebody, anybody at least every week if not every day. Does not have to be great , could be as easy as giving kind words when they are needed.
This was pretty much all told to me as a 10 year old by my grandfather. Some of it I picked up on my own after living a damn wild young life! With too many shallow relationships, broken hearts(including mine often) and more than a few real scars, all of which I came by honestly.
Now looking at the sunset I see rainbows just beyond the horizon. Each one has a pot of gold..
Methinks I will give that gold away and plant flowers in the pots to give to my wife.
And that folks is the wisdom sent in each ray of that blinding light I was blessed to have found!
Robert. J. Lindley , 04-19-2015
Stay tuned in folks. I plan on another shameful confession coming soon..
Starting with my first bout of stealing a kiss from a pretty gal that I loved..
"Ain't life great"? If ya answered no then you had best get to really living!
You are either sleeping too much or not trying hard enough!
Drink your coffee hot , black and with gusto. If you just can not manage the gusto, a strong shot of good whiskey will do!
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
Said goodbye so many times,
To its occupants that once were babies.
New cradle to so many grand parents,
Gently rocked to sleep by memories.
Grandpa once told me he felt a kinship,
To this chair that creaked once in a while.
His limbs and its were very much the same;
Only difference was it would always have new customers.
As a little boy it was my rocking horse,
I climbed its high back like spiderman.
Couldn't tip it over no matter how hard I tried;
Just swung on a wooden toy that Grandpa hated to love.
My father sat there in that very same chair,
Swaying away in a chariot he had surely earned.
I sat next to him then and we reminisced,
Knowing that soon I would take his place.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Copyright © Robert Gruhn | Year Posted 2014
did Freud know you as SuperEgo,
while others have know you as Mythic Wisdom
Holy Spirit of Sacred Synergy,
or sometimes just "ecobliss"
you are the reverse side with all the language skills,
does that not leave to you
only double focus Left's deductive resolutions
contrasting angry past synaptic
with fear of future death
as (-,-) co-synaptic,
a LoseLose game scenario
for both your EgoLeftYang
and my EcoRightYin-FractalSquare 4D?
Well yes Dear YinSquared
together we regenerate confluency,
and cognitive-affective dissonance
through our co-arising bicameral mindbody co-mentoring functions.
We so love to grow our mutuality
going back through uracil with cytosine
toward time function as space's 3D emergence
from timeless diastatically elational dual-dense
toward which each Loving PresentPresence
co-arisingly (0)-soul balances,
EgoYang with EcoYinRight MindBody,
love as positive sponge
submerging to cancel angry fears of ego's
false deductive-only fearful,
negative-elational despairing, conclusions
as not-yet-fully comprehensive ecoconsciousness
as YangYin temporal spacetime balance
researching deductively-informing mindbody ecosystems
to regenerate our.inductive-exforming bodymind eco-binomial
universally interdependent PresentPresence CoMemory
of Time's ReVolutionary Great UnFolding Moments
of dancing humane egostar creation story song,
each a holonic piece of time's full polycultural
polypathic great Pre thru PostFolding Story.
There is something about DNA syntaxed regenerative memory
that is Earth-erotic,
not in a nasty incestuous way
but more of a warm bicameral baptismal full mindbody way,
full mindbody EarthTribe Consciousness.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
A beggar had been sitting at the side of a road
For over thirty years on a box which was old.
One beautiful day a stranger walked by.
“Spare some change?” – asked the beggar and sighed.
“I have nothing to give you”, - said the stranger to him,-
“What is that you are sitting on?” “Just an old box, I seem.
I’ve been sitting on it for as long as I live”.
“Ever looked what’s inside?” “There is nothing in it”.
“Have a look in to see - there’s something or not”.
So he opened the box and it was filled with gold.
I was inspired by a parable from Eckhart Tolle’s Book “The Power of Now”.
Copyright © Zhalya Abiyeva | Year Posted 2013
As naturally and effortlessly as birds fly
Unannounced and quietly an Idea came by
Faster than the weightless wind it flew
Where it came from no one asked, no one knew
Longing for a cloak in which to be wrapped
It knocked on many doors asking to be dressed
It wished to be given a shape and form for all to see
It wanted an existence, and in this world a chance to be
The farmer was farming, the worker busy working
The judge was judging, the thief in the shadows lurking
The preacher was of the invisible kingdom preaching
The poet alone with his heart and soul for the Idea reaching
It seized him and became the fire in his veins
The beating in his heart, the throbbing in his brain
It became the movement of his arms and legs
He asked for the right words like a beggar for food begs
The Idea through the flesh was about to be born
The invisible by the visible longed to be worn
Like newlyweds neither knew too well the other
They had to unite: each’d be both father and mother
Now the idea took control and led the poet’s pen
Then It was overpowered by the brutish man
Now he’d try to bend It, to suit his words, to shape It
Then It bent him so that into each other they’d fit
He wished to be a channel for the Idea he sensed
It had a burning desire, a purpose to be expressed
When possessing parts of both the work was done
An idea of the Idea was born - a battle both lost and won
Copyright © laszlo kecsedi | Year Posted 2013
Feel like singing a happy song
And if you'll allow me to bend your ear
I don't mean literally of course
That could be physically quite painful
At my advanced age, my mind is still clicking along
Had envisioned when I was younger
That when I reached this ripe old age
Things would start to erode and shut down
Not true... how wrong I was, I'm still full of beans
Still wake each morning with a smile on my face
Thought at one time everybody did
But I may be more unique than I imagined
Perhaps it's in our genes, it's not a choice
Though we can still make a conscious effort
I've always had a positive outlook
Sure can count my lucky stars
If I can at all help others to feel like this
Then I've really accomplished something amazing
Wrapping it all up into two simple words...
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
Duke Luke by his bateau
Arrived at his chateau,
Had he travelled through large eau!
His mysterious rendez-vous
with Henry Thoreau
Yielded him a scarlet portmanteau.
Entering his bureau,
he took off his manteau
and opened the portmanteau:
The Snow Man was inside
And though not well could he sing,
Sang he a song of himself:
Stopping by woods on a snowy evening
He met Annabel Lee on a large shelf,
Frightened he was by the raven
And took the road not taken:
Crossed he the mending wall
And hearing the anecdote of the jar
To noble savage Billy Budd an honest fare he paid
Large and far
From spring to fall
Self-reliance: the idea he hath
The American Scholar guided his path;
He slept a long time
In a clean well-lighted place;
One winter he woke up
In a station of the metro:
He fastened his tender buttons
and found a red wheelbarrow;
'No ideas but in things' -
A lovely image this brings!
To his disappointment and sorrow,
He never saw the snows of Kilimanjaro.
Duke Luke in disbelief
Wiped his eyes
And pinched his ears;
The Snow Man disappeared.
Took a look
At his portmanteau
In hopes of seeing something
Copyright © Lukasz Walterowicz | Year Posted 2011
A little girl cry's and starts to hate,
her father dead, injured by an Isreali tank,
She grows up and teaches her famliy, how to hate,
A little girls cry's, and starts to hate,
her father dead, killed by a Palestinian suicide bomber,
she grow's up and teaches her family, how to hate,
A little girl cry's and starts to hate,
her father died, in the distruction, of the twin towers,
she grows up and teaches her family, how to hate,
Children become men and women,
ideas filter into the Church,
ideas filter into the Mosque,
ideas filter into Government,
Men take action justified by revenge,
You killed my father, you killed my son,
you are evil, I have a right,
a little girl cry's and starts to hate,
her father dead, killed by an American bomb,
A little girl cry's and starts to hate,
her father dead, killed by a bullet,
a little girl cry's and starts to hate,
her father dead, fighting in the war,
a little girl, came up to the pope and asked,
why does God, allow people to hurt children,
God does not, allow, people to hurt children,
people will suffer for their sins,
but, he does give people, the freedom to make
he does give people, the right to make mistakes,
todays world, is not doing well,
the decisions we make,
are not working,
we need to make,
better decisions, decisions that stop making
little girls cry,
Around and around we go,
dancing in the shadows, flame of death,
they say that money is the route of all evil,
but at times, the lack of it, is just as bad,
a little girl sold for the money,
needed, for a family to survive,
money is not a God,
but it buys the milk,
to feed a baby
creating jobs, feeds the people,
creating war, increases poverty,
the death of father's,
makes little girls cry.
perhaps we'll learn,
to make company's and jobs,
to build love not war,
to make smiles,
Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2015