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Bertrand Russell
was intrigued by systems theory,
appalled by systemic racism
within himself and others,
corporations and churches
not recognizing each other's wisdom
also found in temples and synagogues
and community investment banks
and poor houses.
He was also interested in political philosophy,
power of aristocrats
anticipating growing personal economic despotism
offering no respite
to green/blue democratic EarthLovers.
A contemporary of Einstein's,
who shared Russell's political philosophy
and perhaps his interest in 4Dimensional
prime NonZero-entropic space/time
co-arising dipolar bilateral
spatial/integral
physical/metaphysical systems
also sort of bicamerally structured
Russell writes,
"The reason physics has ceased to look for causes
is that, in fact,
there are no such things.
The law of [unilateral linear] causality
is a relic of a bygone age,
surviving, like the monarchy,
only because it is erroneously supposed
to do no [win/lose, either/or leftbrain dominant reductive] harm."
Here, Russell's parenthetical analogy
betrays his political philosophy
favoring natural/spiritual green/blue co-arising systemic democracy
of We The Healthy MultiCultural EarthPeople
causing and effecting
monoculturing
narcissistic aristocratic collective fantasies,
anthropocentric Naked EarthExploiting Emperors.
Causal systemic power travels down to up,
like root systems toward flowers,
nutritionally before,
secondarily, communication flowing back top to down,
like seeds embedding in Earth's co-invested future
multiculturing fertile soil
bearing multi-regenerational anticipated win/win fruits,
Dipolar co-arising in polyphonic apposition
more normatively nurturing
than win/lose bipolar challenges of monoculturing,
too aristocratically self-delusional
short-term empowering aggressors
leftbrain straight white western male predators
on organic polycultural matriarchal fields
of original nature/spirit win/win systemic energy
in which each individual ego
is EarthMother sacred
eco-politically born
For growing systemic
democratic cooperative green energy,
power,
empowerment,
enlightenment
of integrity's systemic multiculturing potential
for climate health,
internally ego-inspiring spiraling spiritual
as externally natural rooted
organic ecosystems of life
reversing monoculturing death.
I see the bitterness polluting this world
a multitude of evil hides then divides
conquering with twisted visions of democracy
one joke history repeating past horrors return
Hurting innocent people tells another story
bullies who think they are above human justice
aggressors filled with pride in falsehood
you will fall heaviest of all
Suffering fleeing war victims as the devil marches forward
his army is arising from ashes darkness grips our planet
6 children a day dying, 3 world war two show mercy
for the love of all that holds good in this world
Such hardships giving up everything held dear
Look into your soul and know the mortal truth
only the blind hide and do not see selfishness
the one demon followed by others a legion
Fed like animals where is the loving joy that opens arms
Offering comfort to those in need have mercy
Peace unto this world sings with a warm heart
To love and understand our brothers and sisters plea
Please give them shelter
feed and clothe their weary bodies
in their hours of ache
With open arms I pray to God
Your salvation love and understanding the scriptures
we all know what must be done in our Lords name
Protect those families against the demon who hates and destroys families
Watching the news we are tainted with so much ugliness
lies drip fed to us twisted through the master deceivers hallow heart
We all know who sits at the head of a fork tongue
Peace is the way forward as greed wants war
only a fool arms themselves with hate their pride lies in bed with envy
Cunningly cursing everyone
curtains raise darkness you will kneel to the light
With power and glory supreme leader at your command
I bow with open eyes we see the path of complete destruction ahead
Faith is the sword of truth
openly we all should do more even in voice help
Do we stand for something or fall in our sins
I speak one soul because united we are many
Just a note to say Gary on What Kind of People Are We
after reading your piece these words flowed from my heart
thank you kindly for the insight and powerful pen filled with light and truth
Down in the south east of Ukraine they call the Donbas region
Is where the Russians were kept at bay by the Azoz battalion
For three long months in Mariupol, they put up one hell of a fight
Against air raids, constant bombardment and military might.
Many were severely injured in battle, but they never gave in
In an act of sheer defiance to the Russian's and Vladimar Putin
It's stalled Russian advance, in their so called special operation
And to war criminal Vladimar Putin, it caused much frustration
His murdering scum army were much needed elsewhere
But strong Ukrainian resistance were keeping them there
The Ukrainian high command knew they wouldn't survive
President Zelensky was heard to say "we need heroes alive".
Orders were given for them to stand down, so they surrendered
The siege will live on in folklore, and will always be remembered
The Russian military has now taken the soldiers, to a prison colony
Where they'll be charged with terrorism and never be set free.
Russians from the steelworks siege, are now being sent to the front
Trying to cut off Ukrainians in the east, who are bearing the brunt
The west must now go all out to deliver the weapons they need
To help push back the aggressors and make sure they succeed.
Their heroic stand bought time for Ukraine, to replenish supplies
Like heavy weapons from the west that caught Russia by surprise
Russia's only real advantage, is the sheer volume of personnel
So small groups of brave Ukrainian guerrillas, are giving them hell.
Hit and run raids by special forces are being carried out with success
Zelensky has nothing but praise for his soldiers, in his nightly address
Land seized by Russia will never have peace, the Ukrainians have said
To concede land to the brutal invaders, would be an insult to the dead.
Ukraine wants to send soldiers bodies back to their families
Russia has refused them, because the truth, the people would see
And Vladimir Putin doesn't want his people to see him as a liar
So he's quite happy to ignore it as his death toll grows higher.
written on 26th may 2022
AND LIBERTY FOR ALL
Our nation’s liberty remains stern and strong,
Though there are people who wish us to fall.
Our shields are the strength of our nation's force,
And the will of the people will never default.
Composed of people from every nation,
Building together a nation of prosperity.
America was and is created by many,
Teaching us of her sensitivity and intensity.
Built on the backs and the strength of the people,
Despite the fear and relentless aggression by defeaters.
Our strength and shield from offensive intruders,
Only forces our nation to become the aggressor.
Where are we now and where will our strength come from,
That is needed to defeat the aggressors who hate us?
Why have they come to the country of the free,
If they resent the freedom, we possess and breathe?
We must continue to rebuild and regain strength,
To fight for our freedom and rights we possess.
We must build on our faith and rely on our God,
To help us protect and defend all we’ve got.
We must thank our God for the good and ask to protect,
The hungry and weary that wish for the best.
We must take from our forefathers their strength to hold tight,
The freedom we now have and will hold through the night.
We’ve taken a few steps backward on the battlefield of freedom,
We’ve given into the greed so many pledge to behold.
We’ve stumbled and fallen into the arms of the greedy,
Without a thought for those who are needy.
Why have we followed instead of leading,
And taken the easy road we were given?
We must take a tact and one minor step back,
To preserve the hundreds of years we've been given.
Our freedom is threatened, and our lives left pending,
The selfishness of others who are jealous of our freedom.
We must stand tall and bare our strength,
To preserve this land for the young and the living.
God Bless America!
© 2012 by Lee Christine Brownlee. All rights reserved
The invasion began on the twenty fourth of February
When in from Belarus came, the filth of humanity
The world soon got to know of their cruel depravities
Each town they invaded, they were guilty of atrocities.
Putin had hoped to announce victory, on the ninth of may
But strong Ukrainian resistance is standing in his way
Helped by the civilised world supplying arms to fight
Now Russia can no longer claim to have military might.
The west imposed heavy sanctions but the war is still raging
Especially in the Donbas region where defenders are engaging
Putin doesn't care for loss of life, to him it doesn't bother
While sending in his conscripts to be used as cannon fodder.
But don't be fooled for one minute and offer them any sympathy
For many of his soldiers have committed, vile acts of atrocity
Murder, rape and lootings have been committed commonplace
Reports of young children being bashed, with rifle butt's in the face.
Buildings shelled and under the rubble many people still alive
The Russian scum wouldn't allow anyone to help them survive
Mobile crematoria used to destroy evidence, of their killing spree
But evidence is being documented for the whole world to see.
Rebuilding all the infrastructure, will take a very long time
And the Russian aggressors must be made to pay, every last dime
Good will always triumph over evil and one day Ukraine will free
And hopefully in time be able to move on, from that awful tragedy.
To all the would be aggressors out there and especially Putin
The civilised world will support freedom and you'll never win
There will be no forgiveness or a route to save face
Humanity owes you nothing, you're an absolute disgrace.
Written on 6th May 2022
What's worse than a malicious master of manipulation?
Two who join together to play Pin the Tail on their prey
Continuously and clamorously... asses love to bray
Cruelty is not always physical
Some take joy in messing with the mind
Blowing in like a blustering wind
with wicked words bringing them fame
of being labeled 'Keyboard Bullies'
Isn't that a repugnant name?
There's nothing casual about the pain
their cryptic cruelty causes, nor the disdain
Odious is the stench of ogres in the game they play
Beasts who feast on innocent folks
With a guileful grin they wound with keystrokes
Shots fired from wolves in sheep's clothing
They're gnashing teeth bite with loathing
Poisoned seeds of malice they sow
cawing to anyone who listens when they crow
With a nit-picking beak or crooked finger pointing,
they appoint themselves kings and queens,
then squat on a throne by self-anointing
Pathetic fools dwelling in a state of pretense
whose level of narcissism and bullying is immense
Sharpened are their tongues and pens used as tools
Quick to throw a gauntlet upon the ground
at what they presume is weak quarry
but how speedily they bay like injured hounds
when a righteous eye looks in their direction
Intimidation is a hallmark of their imperfection
The white flag wavers are filled with ire
Waffles, covering themselves in sweet syrup talk
claiming they're the victim. What a crock!
Their feet should be held in the fire
No one should be a casualty of their cruelty
Disparaging others is a painful assault
The fault of aggressors who crave attention
Keyboard bullies causing conflict and dissension
Living in their dark world... the cyber dimension
They starved our bodies of love
Then complain how our bones shake in fear
They strip us of our dignity
Then glare at us when we jave nothing to wear
They take our souls
Then question when they hear our screams in their dreams
It's why when the wind fills their ears
It sparks chills
And the echoes of our pleas
Picturing us on our knees
Begging them to let us breathe
They say we are too loud
Without us making a sound
The pain of our indifference
Strips them of victory
Their anger blinds their eyes
That watch us die
As they put us in the ground
To hide the blood on their hands
They feed the soil with our blood
Drowning us
Taunting us
Even after murdering us
So that when a flower buds
They hope the new life distracts
From what they did to us
So they erase us from the history books
And replacing it with a distorted version of
A false reality
In which they 'claim' black people are the aggressors
Whilst they are the victims
Then claim the trope of being damsels in distress
They cloak us in violence
Claim we lurk in the shadows
To hide us being vampires
Preying on the innocent
To drain their blood of all its substance
But then hide the facts of the truth
That we stay in the shadows
Because it conceals our blackness
A safe place to be invisible
From them the monsters
Who routinely hunt us
Blinded by their ignorance
Clouded by their insecurities
This a story they'll try to distort us
And if you don't believe us
Then listen to the winds whispers
That has been here since the first humans
That the real victims
Were black people victim to the lies of the racists
Technology is changing day by day,
the benefits? enormous, one might say,
is miniaturization a price too high to pay?
not necessarily the smart and prudent way.
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be,
take that cuff link, a microprocessor,
what used to take acres and acres of space
now resides on the top of his dresser.
Tie clips and navel rings, earrings with studs
contain microchips too small to see,
snapshots are routed to secret computers,
surveillance directed at you and at me.
As fate would have it, I have diminished,
a 6 footer, now 2ft 4inches,
soon I'll be able to date a REAL 'bird'
and cavort with the crows and the finches!
It must be my penance, I spoke out of turn
and maligned the creator, the hedonist,
who pleasures the masses with tablets and iPods,
and removed me from his Merry Christmas list.
Small is as small does so I gravitate,
and follow these micro-bit players,
I am so tiny, can hardly be seen,
as black widows become midget-slayers.
Confined to my basement I look for a way
to escape my arachnoid aggressors,
I squeeze through a slit in the mesh at my window
and plead, as with all good confessors.
Out in my garden I stare at the stars,
just a minuscule speck in the firmament,
and wonder how I might reverse my misfortune,
not suffer the lot of the helpless and spent.
It's much too late now to redress my transgressions,
so I must make do with my life as it stands,
and hope when I shrink 'til no vestige is left of me
He will be present to welcome me home.
Technology is changing day by day,
the benefits? enormous, one might say,
is miniaturization a price too high to pay?
not necessarily the smart and prudent way.
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be,
take that cuff link, a microprocessor,
what used to take acres and acres of space
now resides on the top of his dresser.
Tie clips and navel rings, earrings with studs
contain microchips too small to see,
snapshots are routed to secret computers,
surveillance directed at you and at me.
As fate would have it, I have diminished,
a 6 footer, now 2ft 4inches,
soon I'll be able to date a REAL 'bird'
and cavort with the crows and the finches!
It must be my penance, I spoke out of turn
and maligned the creator, the hedonist,
who pleasures the masses with tablets and iPods,
and removed me from his Merry Christmas list.
Small is as small does so I gravitate,
and follow these micro-bit players,
I am so tiny, can hardly be seen,
as black widows become midget-slayers.
Confined to my basement I look for a way
to escape my arachnoid aggressors,
I squeeze through a slit in the mesh at my window
and plead, as with all good confessors.
Out in my garden I stare at the stars,
just a minuscule speck in the firmament,
and wonder how I might reverse my misfortune,
not suffer the lot of the helpless and spent.
It's much too late now to redress my transgressions,
so I must make do with my life as it stands,
and hope when I shrink 'til no vestige is left of me
He will be present to welcome me home.
It was a week before Christmas
He knew many kids were about to receive presents
Didn’t care too much for Sing-Alongs
Rather obsessed about Mr. Benjamin,
And his flock of Dead Presidents,
Living among the outcasts
Most couldn’t grasp how his daily went,
He was only 15 years old,
Already prepping for content of execution
‘Cause he resented his present sleeping tent
With no loving parents
Just a distant memory and a vague scent,
Through the cold days and nights
He planned every scenario possibly to circumvent,
He was scared for his life but had to be strong
Couldn’t relent under pressure
He hated to see these happy spoiled brats with their gold
‘Cause he too wanted his own treasure,
Like the pirate that he was
He sought out other aggressors
They planned to stand tall at a mall
To see if there would be any holiday gestures
With caps in their hand bracing the cold weather,
The patrons came and went
Putting a dagger through their endeavor,
Not wanting to pester,
Or be anyone’s jester
He understood that he had to one up and
better their adventure,
He was hungry for respect
His appetite was growling to take more of a drastic measure,
Being on the lower end of the spectrum
He’s all too familiar with people
Living arrogantly with an abundance of pleasures,
They couldn’t give a damn about the less fortunate
However,
His purpose now was clear, and it was all coming together
The texture of the lever was smooth and its design was very clever
His initial plan was written in Braille
Where only the blind can transcribe
the contents of his unfinished letter.