Long Defaults Poems
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A few short lines tell
Of sudden departure;
No longer you dwell
To nurture nature.
So sad to now know
This abrupt leaving;
A deep hurt stings show
To break happenings.
I knew before this
Harsh broken passage;
Sought to retain bliss
In denial's message.
Foolish ways grip me
For time here is brief;
Yes a fool can see
But sharp pain chokes grief.
You were a true friend
In my crazy days;
Who now can help trend
The defaults that stray?
Grief makes sadness long
For old history;
Brief touch can make strong
This harsh misery.
I sit here in daze
To discover loss;
I make face at daze
To show I am cross.
Dust and dross we are
In a sense most true;
So curl my old stars
And see this pain through.
No words can make out
The journeys to here;
No voice can shape shout
In incomplet_ arrears.
Leon Enriquez
12 November 2014
Singapore
When government spends more than it collects in taxes,
it borrows money from a central bank, and must pay it back with interest.
Government never has the money when the loan is due,
so the burden of this debt falls on the taxpayer, me and you.
When local banks need money, they also borrow from a central bank.
A $100.00 bond gets loaned out to its clients at 10 times the amount.
The central bank and local banks create money out of thin air.
There is nothing backing it, nothing substantial is there,
but when incompetent government defaults and local banks fail,
we the taxpayers must bail them all out, or face some time in jail.
The federal withholding from every blue collar worker's paycheck,
is not taxes, it is our weekly loan payment for this perpetual debt,
a debt we did not create nor do we deserve,
yet we keep feeding those parasites at The Federal Reserve,
a privately owned bank, governed by a handful of businessmen,
who have a stronghold on not just my country, but many worldwide nations.
These men hire untold numbers of lobbyists to put pressure on Washington,
to establish laws to protect their corrupt monetary system.
There are more laws on the books protecting their banks and corporations,
than there are laws protecting the human rights of our citizens.
Banking is in the business of manufacturing risk.
I say the risk is too great to allow banks and banking to continue to exist.
It is time for a new global emergent society,
governed by a Resource Based Economy.
Right Turns Hard Times
David J Walker
Only a scooter as if
a Scooter
was just a toy
The memory disguised
as an errant thought
Brought tears of joy
To a man returning to a boy
Before he could possible
die alone at home again and again
Alone becomes his synonym for a
A European Fone
Disconnected from
a forgotten number
Written on discarded paper
Memories default into faultiness
Thoughtless defaults into
a sign of senselessness
The old the deaf and blind
Await whatever is nameless
but next
The blind man on the scooter
Stopped at the corner
perplexed
But still attempts to fit in and
Cannot comprehend
The times and how behind
He has become
The scooter turns the corner
And he is gone
Missed my shot with you is a crime
Now I'm all grown-up, still in my prime
I dropped the ball, gone catch it next time
To say I ain't nerves, I would be lying
Fell on my face a few times, I ain't do no crying
Bettering myself I swear I been trying
I wrote down my thought, I picked up a book
I made my bed, I learned how to cook
I face my fears, even when I was shook
I SAID I PICKED UP A BOOK, I WRONG DOWN MY THOUGHTS
I APPLIED WHAT I LEARNED, EXECUTED WHAT I WAS TAUGHT
WORKED ON MY FLAWS AND CHARACTER DEFAULTS
Some days been easy, some days have been hard
No one sent me a letter not even a card
But I still move along, never retard
GRANNY SAID IT WOULD BE HARD, BUT I TRIED TO GO EASY
Got me some waves I use to be peezy
Stack some cheddar now I'm extra cheesy
Practice all the time so I get it right
Working my ass off day in and night
I know I'm gone make it this ain't no might
So I hit my knees before I go to bed
I pray for what I want, a wife and some kids
No more sorrows an no more bids
I pressed my bunk but still cant sleep
I ask for forgiveness and my soul to keep
then it all goes silent not even a peep
Flood of last light
Dusk abruptly settles;
Weary day defaults
Cicadas start
Their somnolent song;
Sunset serenade
July rains hurl
Fields wet with gravy;
Frogs making merry
Croaking highlights
Simple harmonic motions;
Pendulum clockwork
Bedtime story:
I tell a tale of me;
Dream-o-Land retreats
Now I go to sleep
Dear Lord I pray:
To live another day
Mindful of vain needs
I fly to foreign skies;
Sigh within a dream
A tale of me
I see the glimpse;
Paradise must wait
Verse echoes sum
My simple ecstasy;
To sing a song of rhymes
Vivid lullabies
Attain a symphony;
Mindful moments greet
Our drama here indeed
To live and love and dance;
Elope with fantasy
Let truth and grace
Abide with love;
In simple melody
My sleepy moments
Fly away fast;
Whispers come to be
Leon Enriquez
30 July 2014
Singapore
What LeftBrain Yang learns about nature,
by standing apart from nature,
RightBrain Yin explores within Sacred Nature v Secularizing Pathology.
LeftBrain Yang
sells us Win-Lose choice
of therapy restoring peace, someday,
or retributive traumatic self-righteous justice,
sufficient for today.
RightBrain Yin
would offer ego/ecotherapy within,
with sacred natural-spiritual
nondual Yang-Yin primal relationship.
Yin darkly offers this deeper sacred ecological gift
of cognitive-affective dissonance,
anti-enthymematic noise,
resistance,
depressing witness,
Yin lightly invites divine co-presence,
basic attendance,
noticing Win-Lose of YangLeft
against YinRight crises
As also Win-Win LeftEgo
within RightEco
sacred Gaian opportunities
for restoring cooperative
bilateral balancing
health-therapy
Rather than Yang's dominating habit
of dismissing,
undervaluing Yin's matriarchal WisdomCircles
seeking com[passionate]
poly[culturing]
natural-spiritual outcomes.
Our political economies of choice
toward Win-Win cooperative light
or competitive Win-Lose,
not quite so bright, defaults,
preferences,
instincts,
choices,
proclivities
invite restorative therapies
of RightBrain's Sacred Tao-ecology
With ThreePoint Trinitarian thermodynamics
dipolar appositional vectors,
nomials,
variables,
dialectal structures,
morphology,
ethology,
cosmology,
revolutionary transubstantiation,
wu-wei dipolarity,
positive psychology,
biology,
sacred ecology
of Win-Win bilaterally humane-divine
ego-eco
Left-Right
DNA-RNA ecopolitical solidarity
Fractal holonic 4D RealTime relationships,
double-binding
within full-color and sound
scaled spectral octaves
Singing and dancing together
but not merely toward or for poor victim sinner Others,
and certainly no longer degenerating away from
restoring co-redemptive Others,
but Win-Win singing PermaCulturing NatureSpirit Operas,
already at bicameral hand
and foot
and mindbodies
within bilateral Earth-consciousness
Teaching and learning
speaking and hearing
giving and receiving
deep sacred healthy-wealth,
compassionate nurturing ecology.
One does not stamp out radicalism
any more than one outspends capitalism
or fights successfully against militarism
or overpowers totalitarianism.
We might fade out radicalism,
co-invest capital in cooperative objectives for health,
discern together removing threats of mutually assured violence
and democratize polycultural empowerment
by inviting therapy through all natural-spiritual nondual valuables,
dynamics and animations
within Earth's ecosystemic
universally open spacetime network.
How does it help to invite healing
by calling profound mental unbalance
cowardice?
Why choose the epithet "coward"
to describe terrorizing violent behavior
intent
thoughts against those who intend no active harm
to radicalized perpetrators?
Perhaps this is cowardly behavior
but this is not the first
or most significant
word coming to my mind.
This speaks of fear and anger
and chronically invested misanthropic hatreds,
fueled by competing over-heated environments,
internal and external.
To speak cowardice
to paranoia and ego-distorted sickness
only adds fuel to flames
we would more therapeutically abate
by inviting cultures of deep learning integrity
profoundly sacred ecology
multiculturally and polypathically seen and known
and felt,
inviting mutual embrace of fears
and angers
and lingering learned distrusts.
Chronic stamping on each other,
over each other,
causes further radicalism.
Chronic over-investing in WinLose strategies
caused ravages of capitalism,
dimming richer denser potential
within cooperative ownership and investment
of both capital and equity,
deductive minds and inductive hearts.
Chronic climates of advanced industrial militarism
cause further defaults toward competing
by violent fighting and threat.
Chronic ecopolitical overpowering
of those who feel angry and scared,
left out and behind,
fearful and terrified by violence,
their own and others'
stamping and stomping,
invites further totalitarian plutocracies,
rather than profoundly radical
healthy cooperatives
of growing nutritional democracy
of and for and by and through fair integrity,
cooperative trusting liberty
outshining rights of static freedom.
Do you know the land where the lemon-trees flower?
There are folks whose bouquets seem to be vagrant;
their aromas are devoid of willpower.
“They need water,” says my friend who’s called Fragrant.
Contained within their trunk itself a sweet smell,
but in the growth cycle it bears exception;
scents escape from the bloom before blossoms swell.
Fragrant defines fruitless trees with perception…
Dry blooms expire before they reach beauty’s door.
Loveliness defaults when jaundice does not pardon.
The water of forgiveness seeks to restore.
Fragrant says, “Fruit is borne in grace’s garden.”
written July 13, 2018
three Goethe stanzas inspired by this quote:
“Do you know the land where the lemon-trees flower?”
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
A way of considering life
is contrasted with death,
Life's regenerative meaning
outstanding in positive comparison
with endemic
indigenous
universal
multicultural prejudice against degeneration;
Preferences for health
over disease,
trust
over active distrust,
freedom of life
favorably contrasted
against stillness of decay.
And yet all such contrasts
leave unanswered
a choice of oppositional uncreative tension,
and appositional creative balancing intention,
tipping point norms,
dipolar centers with bipolar extremes
defining and refining medians,
means and ways
vulnerably
and transparently in-between full metaphysical life
and physically degenerating death.
Left hemisphere dominance
defaults to either/or
win/lose
regenerative or degenerative world view.
Healthy right-hemisphere co-passions
feel bilaterally balanced win/win
prominently multicultural EarthViews
with both/and creative tensions,
discovering humor in left-hemisphere oxymorons
and terror in lose/lose dissociation
absence of cooperative co-investment
in dominantly regenerating life
to recessively degenerate death,
Metaphysical win/win intent
for physical health
and safety
and empowering ego-recentering,
Ego/Eco co-acclimating bicameral appositions,
nuances of mutually appreciative inquiry
between secular, physical humanity
and sacred, metaphysically organic, EarthTribe
Regenerative/degenerative
Contextual/individual
Eco/ego-intelligence
Appositional/oppositional
Right/Left polypathic dominance
of health/disease
safety over dying
empowerment over divestment,
Win-Win/Win-Lose/Lose-Lose poly-logical experience
of ancient DNA-enscribed
regenerative sacred/secular intelligence.
As I looked out the plane window
across a vast snowlike landscape
within my mind congeals the thought
of the vastness of Creator God.
And as I sailed on a cruise ship
across the mighty ocean vast
the image that my mind descries,
is of a God who is so vast.
As I look at the sky at night
Into illimitable space
my mind defaults to the one thought
of a great God who is so vast.
Where’er I look in nature’s book
the message leaping off the page
proclaim the familiar refrain
of almighty God who is so vast.
And what I cannot comprehend
is why those made in His image,
in contrast to all created things
refuse God’s vastness to proclaim.
Another wonder I ponder,
Is how this vast and mighty God
could be born as a helpless babe
dependent on his human mum.
The vastness of God enthralls me
His boundless love overwhelms me
As a creature in His image
In His presence, I bow in awe.