Best Transmission Poems
Sacred Scripture is the speech of Eternal God
As it is put down in writing
Under the breath of the Eternal Holy Spirit
Holy tradition transmits in its entirety the Word of Eternal God
Entrusted to the apostles by Father Christ, the Lord
So that
Enlightened by the Spirit of truth
They may faithfully preserve
Expound
And spread it abroad by their preaching
Church, to whom the transmission
Interpretation of Revelation is entrusted
Does not derive her Both Scripture and Tradition
Must be accepted and honored
Equal sentiments of devotion
Reverence
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Eternal God desires all men
To be saved
To come to the knowledge of the truth
That is of Father Christ Jesus
Father Christ must be proclaimed to
All nations
Individuals
So that this revelation may reach
To the ends of the earth
Eternal God graciously arranged
That the things hHe had once revealed
For the salvation of all peoples
Should remain in their entirety
Throughout the ages
Be transmitted to all generations
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Fuzzy, dark. I cannot get out. Fuzzy, dark. I cannot get out. Fuzzy, dark. I cannot get out. Fuzzy, dark. I cannot get out. Fuzzy, dark. I cannot get out. Fuzzy, dark. I cannot get out. Knock, knock, someone please, find me!
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The roof fell when I was exploring. Fuzzy, dark. I cannot get out. Please find me.
If you're drifting into outer space
Without a cordial light to show your grace
You might dip into your emotional waste
And lose yourself inside your brain.
If you're thinking you won't disappear
Without a love to hold and keep you near,
Don't bother panicking and giving to fear
That which you hold most dear.
If you're drifting into outer space
Tangled in cords wrapped 'round your neck and face,
I pray to God you at least got a taste
Of what you hold most vain.
If you're thinking you won't disappear ...
Lost to be found
and found to be lost
but you know where you are
and the confusion of this challenge
of fear and people of revolution
and revelation
of sincere compassion
and double standards
of compassion
leaving the victor lonely
without satisfaction
to surrender
eventually to perpetual
abuse.
Everyone knows the answer to this one
on most days but unaware of their own
amazing unity they might one day
try to destroy
to entertain you and their souls.
If I could give the key away
right now
right here
I would and just have
but the simplicity underlying everything we consider to be complex
the fate of procreation
and its controversial
previously unforeseen
loving population control
foreshadowed by previous honored silences
and haunted by open seas and skies
The triangle
you do not see
holds much sovereign sanctuary
that all sides within converse
and all sides without protect
It’s a joke to be woke
You silly bloke
You’re listening to vile folk
Blinding you with political smoke
Dousing your brain
In a putrid soak
Of the evil, daft and deranged
Feeding you lunacy
Of the mundane
Its quite comical
And really insane
To believe it
All to be true
Question it not
Says the elite few
Make sure to tune in
For more mayhem
And acceptable sin
This is a fight you cannot win
Just accept the program
My has been
We have you and your kin
As we toss your morals in a bin
And serve you a morbid din din
Of s*** that makes no sense
While trying to erase
Your programming’s past tense
And insert the new
Wicked woke ways
To break down your defense
Of knowing wrong from right
To block your sight
From the light
To curtail your will to fight
To destroy your mental might
And supplement it
With a revolting blight
Of disgusting attitudes
Paying the ghastly
Platitudes of cliché
While celebrating it as a new way
For the progressive decay
To tell a lie long enough
Will begin to produce fluff
and spread like a plague
infecting the mindless and the vague
who never bother to question at all
and simply sink to their knees
in an obedient fall
and listen to the call
of the demon’s song
repeating the lyrics
they know to be wrong
evil knows its audience well
they are the salesmen of hell
they know how to quell
your objection
to the infection
from which you swell
and revive you from where you fell
away from reality and logic
it’s why you were picked
why you were licked
as a delicious treat
you were always someone
who could be beat
into submission
for this horrific mission
of not questioning your leaders
but being cerebral bleeders
spewing on cue
what the elite few
tell you to say
you’re the robot
for the day
paving the way
for the wicked to play
But I pray
For it all to end
So, we can all mend
My heart for humanity
I lend
My will against evil
Will never bend
End transmission
Eric (and sometimes not)
Seek Permission To Make Transmission
Made a decision to seek God's permission,
Of much more music to make transmission;
Love to sing;
Joy do bring;
Each song elaborate was there emission.
Jim Horn
L-ink's
I-nvisible
B-acteria
E-mploys
R-abid
T-ransmission's
Y-ucky
A-ilment
L-etting
B-rutal
E-pidemic
R-elease
T-hreat
Topic: Birthday of Sister Liberty V. Manalo-Albert (June 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
(“Corpus Callosum”, 2017, original encaustic)
Reverse Osmosis of Life
It’s a two way street
The way reality exists
Divided into truth on one side
And illusion’s delusions the other,
And yet the most fascinating aspect
Is the membrane that exists between the two
A membrane of I don’t know what,
But which I’m sure the ancients had a name for,
Which divides, insulates and yet connects
And filters through cosmic osmosis
The personal and transpersonal,
Or you could say the mortal and immortal.
Sometimes I can feel the membrane at work
Seeing it even just beyond the limits of my mind’s eye
Knowing what it’s doing
As it transpires
Because I am in fact on both sides simultaneously
At least to some degree.
Everything after all is an extension
And expression of Life,
You, me, us,
In whatever forms it finds us
From refined and subtle to coarse and gross.
The other night I dreamt of being a bridge
Not a figurative one, but literally
An object with girders and cross members
Able to span a stream or gully.
It didn’t surprise me, just intrigue me
That the creative nature of the Mind
Is what it is
And in fact, is all there is.
(8/18/25)
S-tringent
H-ealth
A-bates
R-abid
L-ink
A-nd
M-enace
A-s
T-hreat
I-n
M-orbid
T-ransmission
I-s
M-itigated
Topic: Birthday of Sharla Matimtim (June 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Mahakasyapa is famous for answering
Buddha’s silent sermon of an upheld flower
With a simple smile.
And in this flower-smile exchange
The transmission of the recognition
Of suchness was complete.
Such suchness is no different today
A flower and smile are timeless after all
Accessible to us all.
But how do you tell a buddha
From a charlatan?
A buddha is able to answer with silence.
(1/3/26)
(“Simple Mind”, 2011, original acrylic)
Transmission
Some individuals, places and situations
Bestow upon our mindstreams
The blessing of profound transmission
Giving us a glimpse of timeless awakening.
And in this moment our minds effortlessly
Open to what we’ve been hiding,
And our cup becomes full
From on high, overflowing once again.
This transfer of chi with attendant insight
Is no linear one way street
But instead a circle in the natural flow
Of Life's essence.
(6/10/25)
K-iller
U-nknown's
R-abid
T-hreat
L-ethally
E-mploys
S-ilent
T-ransmission
A-nd
T-errible
R-isk
A-pplying
M-ysterious
B-rutality
O-f
Y-ucky
O-utbreak's
N-asty
G-rime
Topic: Birthday of Kurt Lestat F. Ramboyong (May 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Words and gestures are not what matter
What only matters is what they transmit.
Btw, we all transmit, all the time
But usually it’s all just more bullsh*t.
Yet with connection we can connect
And receive the blessing of the scent
Long forgotten yet still it lingers
Making mundane lives at last well spent.
(11/16/25)
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