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I've seen Paris
I've seen Greece
I've even seen Venice
money well spent
to achieve divine peace
I've hitchhiked through the desert
walked the Manhattan streets
played imaginary football with cactus
ran a marathon in a city made of concrete
met many faces
let many of them go
turned my back, without looking back
poetic verses now grow.
went to a black and white ball in the hills
played basketball in the slums
partied with many different cultures
hell, that's what makes life fun
I've seen prejudice
and all the pain it brings
I've seen blacks and Jews persecuted
in their favor i choose to sing
I've seen the religious ethics
of churches world wide
heard many sermons, different principles
i will not choose a side
traveled one hundred thousand miles
from coast to coast,
swam naked in the river Nile
invited Ghandi, played his host
I have lived in in the ghetto,
ate my dumplings fried,
spent countless nights at Hilton,
there's a limitless fortune in this mind.
Jared Pickett
10/25/04
Asavvy1
Trump, from afar, is a lunatic, a maniac,
A complete unemotional psychopath.
He talks like an imbecile- a crazy, a loony
A very real alarmist sociopath.
Wanting the people’s adulation, for his ego, his strength,
He talks, his first option war.
For any made up problem, he talks of having no destitute;
He’ll fill his armies with the poor.
Because he knows the people don’t care, they have no warmth,
It's He they will underestimate.
His lack of respect, his lack of empathy, of sense,
He just won’t tolerate.
Other cultures and other societies,
He’ll use Power to your nation’s detriment.
Making the U.S., your country once so proud,
Become so irrelevant.
But probably not today
will positive neurological compassion
express without win/lose capitalistic traces
expecting only win/win cooperative discussion
and deliberation
and bicameral discernment,
these eco-politically empowering hopes
non-violent communication investments
will restore EarthTribal Peace
Earth MatriarchalPeace
is also positive
sacred ecofeminist
green power
Doors to Perception
Revolving changing nutritious light
and nondualistic dark bicameral healthy memory
Restoring caretaking and caregiving EarthJustice
is also democratic grassroots inclusive energy,
positive and negative historic multiculturing/monocultural root systems.
Energy is
EmPowered Mass is
spatial place
and transportive time-power is political
whether involving the cooperative politics of a root system
or the more competitive politics of run-away monocultural
colonization by one species
against all polyculturing Other species,
cultures,
subclimates,
theocratic ecosystems,
Green Goddess YinRivers of Transport,
GrandMother Full/Empty MoonLight
SunLight ReSourced ReFlection.
Compassionate global win/win communication
light=energy=ecopolitical therapy opportunity
could restore health-optimizing EarthJustice,
multiculturally mediating EarthTribe Peace,
including GrandMother Moon,
both Full and Empty,
someday,
When good
is bad for nothing.
("Exploded View", 2011, original oil and acrylic)
Asymmetrical Cultural Warfare
Both people and traditional cultures value symmetry;
In humans it indicates healthy genes,
In Cultures it’s probably the same,
Indicating balanced and enduring values.
The modern world offers an exception to the rule;
A deconstruction of our nature
Into its primary components and building blocks,
But to what end?
Due to the pressure to celebrate perversity, er, I mean diversity,
Balanced faces now seem unnaturally suspect
Somehow too perfect, healthy and elite
As the average face sinks ever deeper into mutational overload.
Same for our culture, as the novel
And creatively abstract
- be it in art, political or scientific theory,
fashion, language and music -
Takes over our sensibilities
And leaves us suspect of the natural, wholesome and beautiful.
The world today is increasingly ruled by
The few deviant thought leaders
Picasso-like in their experimentation
With the art of living the everyday.
And we will know them by their mark;
Their lopsided features,
And spitefully mutant impact
On tradition.
It’s not a random thing after all,
It comes from our genes,
The ones we’ve kept from Nature’s culling
And the programs our AI now perfectly create.
(4/9/24)
Most Canadians are influenced greatly
By our Big Brother down to our South
Our cultures are very much the same
We have a common life style
Idolize the same pop icons
We dress the same, we look the same
Their dreams are our dreams
Our dreams are their dreams
Four thousand miles of undefended border
The longest in the whole wide world
That, my friends, is something to be proud of
In this age of constant flare-ups
That seems to happen almost daily around the world
May this Canada/U.S. Friendship
Forever be alive as an example to the rest of the world
How civilized people can and do
Exist side by side in perfect harmony
I am proud to be part of this unique
And enduring friendship
Long live Canada, long live the U.S.A.
Important Note: The reason for writing this wonderful story is the fact the gradually the traditional singers (boys and girls) of Tesu, who used to come once in a year with the earthen pot and a light in it on their heads, while singing the songs of Tesu have almost disappeared. This year on Dewali no Tesu was seen by me. I hope that those who have an open heart for other cultures and their beliefs and traditions would welcome this series and would find wonderful love story worth enjoying. Love and best wishes…..
Tesu A Folk Love Story of India 7
The problem was acute and the war was inevitable
Lord Krishna was pondering to find a solution
The only way left was to take a word from Tesu
Who was known for adhering to his given words. 18
Although Krishna heard about him, as a warrior of that era
And that Tesu would be firm to his beliefs, faith and words
Still, he wanted to have a test of his flawless marksmanship
And decided to meet him, in disguise of a Brahman*. 19
Krishna decided to meet Tesu, while he was returning
After meeting his lovely beautiful beloved Jhonjhi
Tesu was too happy that day, after meeting his beloved
As they had spent many sweet and lovely hours together. 20
Ravindra
Kanpur India 10th December 2012 to continue
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Clarifications - *Brahman- The one who knows the creator or a person having profound knowledge and wisdom was called a Brahman. In later ages this became a caste in India and who so ever born in this family began to be known as Brahman.
Each ivory tower needs so much power and water
Society is the fall guy for the pie in the sky AI lie
Cultures savaged ravaged caricatures by vultures
Slyly trying to deflower mother nature’s daughter
Dodgy dealing resources stealing planet’s reeling
Preach each data centre like a cultural placenta
Layers peeling players say mentor no glass ceiling
Am a lamenter of break neck tech wreck dementor
No healing waste from haste paste without feeling
We’ve heard it before the computer is our future
Smoke and mirrors AI on the fly the latest suitor
Us all just a data commuter for a leech not tutor
Beseech purloining then coining no way to teach
The conceit of the deceit is an elite cheat ripsnorter
Train bots brain rots turns us into tots & lots of have nots
Only glower of people power can stop the slaughter
My healthy right mind
is not one likely to retain left brain
disparate details
more than elastic and interconnected trends.
So it has been with U.S. religious history recall.
I live immersed in impressions of indigenous communities
without investment in distinguishing
relationships within ecological nature
from communications between theological spirits;
without language capable of recognizing difference
between left brain either/or outside transcendent divides
and right mind both/and inside immanent imminent dialogue.
I remember early religious cultures
were also natural tribal communities
of profound communication resonance.
I seem to remember prophets for change,
for renewed faith communities,
were those whose personal immersion experiences
within nature/spirit
ecological theologies
were marginalized,
considered heterodox
and/or not colonizingly competitive enough
to safeguard patriarchal fertility
regenerativity
sacred communion
of Earth's interdependent health/wealth web
inherited from faithful progenitors
and projected to continue only without multicultural change
by uniformly utilitarian future robotic generations.
While U.S. religious history
is dominated by exodus trends,
advocates of old time religious revival
often break off from frozen icebergs
claiming it is no more possible for Earth's sinful nature to change
than it is for a transcendent god of punishing jealousy
to change His ever-loving mind about evil nature, fallen
down and up
in and out against good healthy HolySpirit.
Yet this Great Transitional divide,
when we consider global religious history
back to indigenous nature/spirit immersion experience
of multiculturing EarthTribes,
appears like a Great Fall
after, and maybe not before,
this human species became supremely self-anointed prophets
of self-inflicted divine realms
inspiring more of a Great Rapture
co-arising communal healthy wealth
back when prophets
and sages,
seers and witches
were being devoured by dinosaurs,
decimated by protracted frozen winters,
unseasoned steamy swamps
of nature/spirit immersion
in marginalization experiences.
Could it be
that ecological empowering relationship,
or lack thereof,
predicts theological communication,
compassion,
and lack thereof?
Written: February 5th, 2024
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My heart is leaking blood,
I can view hatred flowing,
from every corner of the planet,
a volcano spewing nasty lava,
their voracious acts are suffocating,
the flower that has yet to bloom.
My heart is leaking blood,
antagonism and skepticism are rife,
a deadly snake is gently coiling,
and choke the breath of mankind,
to further their murderous impulses.
My heart is leaking blood,
since darkness invades the psyche,
steeped in narcissism and xenophobia,
a broken culture has misled people,
into thinking differently over faith,
both ethnicity and attire face a threat,
In self-interest and as an adversary.
My heart is leaking blood,
a soul-to-mind debate has ceased,
lurking by avarice and false tenets,
for the eminent aims of foes,
cultures will spread,
as history has predicted.
My heart is leaking blood,
In reply to the cruelty and abuse,
executed upon the cult's people,
despite being freed from rivals,
but have we freed our minds?
My heart is leaking blood,
to ignore these savage fringes,
who has infiltrated minds?
eating away the distinctive,
need mind cleansing before locations,
restored successfully,
everyone must be a self-reformer,
continually striving to be a dear person,
than they were before.
the light within will always guide you;
all you must do is listen and follow.
You just will not believe what we
found in the desert sands,
a city lost a thousand years
out in the western lands!
I led the dig that found the place,
and I’ve got to tell you,
what we’ve dug up is gonna change
all that you thought you knew…
In the middle of this lost town,
an unexpected site,
buildings of all past world cultures,
yes, yes, you heard me right!
You’ll first see a big pyramid
that rivals Egypt’s size,
no one knew that they made it here,
but soon we realized
Right next to it, like a castle
rose another palace,
like those the ancient English built,
but never one like this!
And not far off, a large complex
made by the ancient French,
copy of their iron tower,
they built it here, again.
Not far off a palace the looks
much like ancient New York,
when people lived in tower homes,
the American sort.
Down the way is a vast complex
the ancient Romans built,
statues of their honored leaders,
with finery it’s filled.
And not far off, a past Venice
rises up from the earth,
they were so rich they built canals
right here in the desert!
Scattered around are massive halls
filled with thousands of seats,
vast places where all of the world
could congregate and meet,
And that’s what told us what this was,
it all made lots of sense,
this town was where the nations met
to make peace amongst men.
Each nation had their own palace
centered here on this road,
if conflict rose out in the world,
to the meeting halls they’d go.
They’d talk out their problems to seek
reconciliation,
I believe this city must’ve housed
the United Nations!
I know you hear that name and think
it just cannot be true,
but given all we’ve discovered,
what else makes sense to you?
Now there is much still to dig out,
one mystery is this:
Everywhere we dig we find these
small, useless plastic discs?
…weird.