Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
I have an outside RightBrain dominant thalamus
to watch and listen to,
to feel confluent and resonant with,
as parent with child,
yet this is more of a mutual-mentoring of
notsad-notsad sustainable bliss
within our normally limited nutritional sensory environment.
yet often charming as also charmed, son
probably has no conception of how tomorrow could be any different than today.
he is ecologically expecting
to become as regenerative,
and notnot degenerative,
Now, if I understand A. Damasio correctly,
this BrainStem with Thalamus primal RightBrain relationship
is a polypathic oneness we all have,
regardless of genetics or gender.
Here we find central communication and locomotion relay networks
between the WinWin PolyPathic Cerebral BiCameral Cortex,
normatively LeftBrain DeductiveElite Dominant,
and the "RightBrain" inductive feeling
and aptic (-,- double-bind, reverse timedspace)
[please see J. Jaynes for more on the aptic-normativity of ethological mindbody temporal-dipolar positive/negative as regenerative/degenerative nutritional development trends]
As a Taoist might become ecologically conscious of notnot
defines Yin-squared, Yin-fractal-spiral-tetrahedral
[please see Buckminster Fuller on RNA-fractal thermodynamic balancing tetrahedral-holon-boson-spiral bubbles]
so that it is normatively best when Yin-squared equals Yang-iconic LeftBrain WinWin nutritional intelligence.
That is, ethologically speaking,
RightBrain is not only secularly-historically-culturally older memory function,
but also what Gregory Bateson might recognize as
double-bind dipolar co-arising mutual 'degenerate'-'degenerate'
coarising-acclimation messages of sacred-revolutionary bilateral
CerebralCortex (+,+) = BrainStem (+,(-,-)) ego/eco-logic confluent closure.
Mutual aptic-bliss for my charmed son and I
is (0)-Core BrainStem regenerative more than degenerative
as healthywealth and safety,
both health-secular, internal, ego-shortterm
and wealth-sacred, external, eco-environmental-longterm.
My speechless son
remains entirely unconflicted
about who controls his sounds and sights,
and smells and tastes,
and digestive/nutritional feelings of his embodied days,
free to roam,
BrainStem memories of climate and landscape,
communication and locomotion,
chemistry and hormones,
rights and wrongs.
beyond capacity of doubtful climate pathology,
that he lives in a lavishly WinWin
YinStemFlow-EQUALS-Yang's CerebralDeductive SelfEmpowerment
co-balancing regenerative OVER degenerative,
which is where he always RightBrain feels as Home;
until it isn't,
and then he becomes someone else again
with some capacity to respond with WinLose competitive humor,
although he is incapable of negative-intended humor imagination,
only capable of positive-coarising humor resonant anticipation.
Yet even at his WinLose strongest,
he is limited from struggling against mutual acclimation,
so his are all struggles with suffering together
with his significant environmental supports, allies,
co-mentors, co-mourners, caregivers.
Not for one moment is he capable of choosing
to see and hear that other LeftBrain Dominant possibility,
that he might live amongst WinLose cheaters and sub-acclimators,
nihilistic LoseLose ecopolitical players.
My son has no nightmares,
and always flies through his Left-Right balancing thalamus,
humane-divine boddhisatva angelic,
amongst others of his Beloved EcoPolitical WinWin Community.
So, this is why my speechless son
is the happy and warm nurturing center
of each room and outside space we enter.
Where he is,
that is my center,
And this is why
I try to also see his WinWin-Only RightBrain PolyCulturing World,
through his balanced thalamus inducing co-arising nondual joy
and mirrored through my own joy at his
NewLeft-WinWin with OldRight-Win-NotNotLose BrainStem-SpiralFlow.
It's not hard, really.
In fact, I find this co-empathy humorously therapeutic.
I simply review those moments when I have felt healthiest and happiest,
safest and most comfortable,
yet also resonantly triumphant,
some blissful form and nutritional function of positive regenerative performance and outcomes of celebration,
agapic and erotic co-incidental co-arising
nondual eternally sustainable ecstasy of memory,
but continuous with this length of memory,
not discontinuous from this environment right now.
Whose faces and what songs and dances and romances
do I remember,
what rich-nurtured feelings,
which tastes most resonant and poignant,
whose and what's fragrances fill my WinWin moment mind and body?
I am never alone in these moments.
These moments of greatest polypathic climax,
or, if I am,
the only way these solitary memories could be imaginatively enhanced,
is if this were also again now,
and also now for all my extending family and friends,
fellow pilgrims through regenerative life
and degenerative loss,
fellow bicameral heart-beaters,
in-Yang and out-Yin,
back through time and species
and RNA digesters/co-nutritioners
until YinYin double-bind
notnot (0)-soul re-acclimating,
polypathic cooperative ecopolitical thermodynamics
of Yang/Yin equivalence,
becomes my Climate Health and Safety,
our Original Left-Right Thalamatic-Nutritional Intent.
All nutritional multiculturing roads
lead toward ego/eco-centering
In Self/Other-ReGenerative Game Theory,
EgoWin YangLeft, short-term,
never lies outside
EcoWin YinRight, long-term;
just follow our WinWin Golden Rule
with all breathers
and spatial locomotions,
and temporal (+polypathic=(-,-)polynomial/binomial) communicators
and multicultural healthwealth ecopolitical-geomathematicians,
like my speechless charming son plays and co-mentors.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Some days and nights
I am terrorized by death,
cold silo ache-echoing fear,
claustrophobic breathless dark
barking inevitable factness and finality
of my decomposing mortality,
and posthumous demise,
probably post-humorous as well,
should we discover any essential difference.
What good is death
if it cannot at least absorb timeless entertainment?
even some recreational opportunities
with their concomitant issues
soaring through our DNA-syntaxed CO-OPERATE tissues.
On better days and nights
I am merely fearful
that I am already dying
by not choosing to live fully.
For my terrorist days and nightmares,
a message from Yin Speaks her feminist Truth,
I have earned my sadness
my badness concomitants
gifts of Fear,
more primordial than mere anthrocentric Anger
about vanities of power.
I have earned my rights of anger
about this existential predicament,
this issue about our own inevitable mindbody mortality,
this opportunity to stretch my love of life cooperative muscles
for myself, just as I am,
incarnating all our sadness and depression
with all our competing terrors and climatic-dissonance repressions
of love-centric health
as LeftBrain deductive-only
Yang temporal-syntax dominant
regenerative DNA-monocultural-normative trend
when we could choose more sublime poli-eco-colored Times
and Gods and Goddesses
of choice as ecoconscious light
Right PolyNomial Sacred Space as Time Her DualSelf.
Outlined in NotNot = LoseLose EcoSystemic Devolution
WinWin CounterRevolution, EcoLogic,
YinYin PermaMythic Tao’s wu wei,
++/(-,-) prime fractal Yang OVER YinYin,
CoOperative-ReGenerating TransParent DualDark
SelfOptimizing Continuous Quality Improvement Trends
predicting tellus polyvegetasty-rhythms,
reiterating river-trees of bilateral-neural function.
more about that whole PostMillennial History of Time
of eco-evolution as reverse double-bound revolution
co-gravitating equivalent dipolarity,
later, or earlier,
depending on whether we are already looking
into my future bicameral time travels
with Yang’s pen and right hand dominant language,
or not so much feelin’ that in your (0)-centric sad and suffering heart
of perpetual loneliness
and loss of hopefilled purpose.
But, back to politically competitive oppression
and our economic dis-ecological cognitive dissonance
about our self and other and Earth repression
and yet surprisingly Trinitarian,
triple-bottom WinWin Line,
healthy economic/ecologic opportunities.
When I’m sad and depressed,
feeling repressed and or repressed,
that’s because I am not crazy
in a too-Yang dominant-deductive consciousness
now co-arising emergent political-economic global networks
of cooperative opportunities
co-echoing-conscious health and therapy vocations
bicamerally DNA with dipolar RNA syntax confluent
tipping our two eyes and ears
to hunt optimal mainframe WinWin Health
and Equity CQI Outcomes,
new notnot impossibilities of hope,
empowered by divesting, starving,
decomposing LoseLose Devolution
dissonantly, yet transparently, dipolar,
OverDrafting Earth’s EcoNormic Balance,
defined as love of health outcomes
equitable to full DNA/RNA spectrum of polycultured life.
It’s hard to hunt this bicameral balance
when my well-earned sadness
about self and other depression
stress of chronic dissonance
sparking global autistic-overpopulation
DNA-dissonating ecto/endo symbiotic
co-empathic political and economic feedback messages
It’s time to turn increasing DNA rabidity around
to find more cooperative and grace-filled
WinWin healthy gifts and eco-normic opportunities.
It’s time to find each other
and give full-voiced co-empathic hope.
Hearing voices may be less crazy
and more polypathically functional
than not listening to our own voices
of permacultural and ecological healthy-reasons
for our seasons
of sadness and gladness
as LoseLose AND WinWin
as losing to win ecosystemic “healthy” balance
for Earth, and therefore RNA,
and therefore DNA’s further,
and graceful kinda’ endosymbiotic
continuously reiterative positive Beloved
choosing both Internal with External
Speaking of ecocentric,
Richard Dawkins speaks in my dominant Left mindbody voice
investing systemic, bionic, robotic analogies
for our shared exegetical consciousness
of evolutionary survival
as anthro-logically required,
and, if not continuing evolution,
then how would a robot
trend climatic devolution?
should that become anything
to do with LoseLose hierarchical-monocultural,
so that each EgoPlayer must choose
either Win or Lose
and is prohibited by Ego’s bicamerally self-blinding restraint,
suffering LeftBrain dominant environmental nurture,
temporarily blind to double-binding regenerative resonant resolutions
ubiquitously copresent in fractal and double-octave functions and frequencies
of light as energy and sound and feeling and taste and touch…
to always prefer choosing Win-to-CoWin,
confluently double-bound (0)-soul centric
political with economic and rational
Left-Right bicameral balancing
love as synergetic life.
When my mindbody will let me choose
wu wei life,
that is choosing empathic love,
so it helps to always try to choose it,
one CoPresent Conscious Moment
within timelessly unfolding grace of Time.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Neldy Jolo | Details |
Oh well I got an angry email to begin my day
Because of my last post on the Jabidah thing yesterday
Galit sa akin but greeted me with Assalamu alaykum.
And kung personal Moro friends ko naman ito
They know I don't criticize Moro leaders
I always leave that to them to criticize their leaders
According to my friends baka nasa gubyerno or something
Next time I'll write na lang about the sea and the palm trees and the beaches
Pray and pray nalang para walang provocation
ako nga ang daming nag-message sa akin nagalit sa issue ng Sabah standoff
Ikaw pa kaya na wala namanng masama na sinabi dun
Alam mo ‘buti na lang you verbalized that kasi iniisip ko rin ‘yun
I know you have reasons and you know better kaya; I just read your posts
I don’t have to go against parties kasi both have rights
And the issue must be solved
Wala, kasi sa akin kundi independence lamang ang kailangan
May ganyan din kasing realities?
Minsan you are being asked or expected to take sides
Yes, my side is peace – with peace is independence
Yes, I heard that sa dating Jabidah Massacre celebration
Somebody said that, “Walang kapayapaan kasi walang kalayaan”
And that is very universal, kapatid.
Moro or non-Moro and writing should always geared towards humanity
That’s why for me it “anti-humanity” if you will not listen
Or suppress when somebody will talk about freedom.
That’s the problem with Filipinos, they don't listen.
Kasi the leaders may sarili ring interests.
How do you see being Filipino?
Ako, it's a cage, Filipino nationalism
Agenda ng mga oligarchs and landowners
Filipino nationalism is violence against Muslims and lumads
Kasi ‘pag ako ang tatanunginmo I will never say I am Filipino
Because Tausug it’s not a name but an identity...
I understand but kaunti na lang kayo
Ako sasabihin ko na I am a Filipino but I have reservations
When I was a teenager hindi ako tumatayo ‘pag Lupang Hinirang
ngayon tumatayo na kasi napapaaway ang mga kasama ko sa sinehan
Yes and identity should be critically assessed and examined.
Kaya if they say Filipino ang mga Tausug masakit sa aking loob
But not all, kapatid. try mo pumunta sa Manila
Yung mga Moro na malalapit sa mga institusyon ng Pilipinas
Bakit iba ang Moro at ibang ang Tausug
kaya sila naging Moro at masaya na tawaging Moro
May identity na naiiba sa Filipino
Pinag-aaralan ko rin yan and ino-observe ‘yung pag-yield sa 'Filipino'
‘Will give Filipinos a disservice
Because it is tantamount to be an accomplice to a corrupt system
And this system is the one that oppresses Muslims
At alam natin ang Tausug di lamang taga-Sulu
Pati Bisayan, Tausug din
As much as possible I am trying to make my writings 'away'
Away from Filipino nationalism
That's the right way for me and my writing
I will ask first, “How it is to be human?”
At super last na ang, “How to be a Filipino”
And the Bangsamoro struggle is the greatest critique to the violence
And failures of Filipino nationalism
Ang problema kasi kaya di successful ang Bangsamoro struggle
Dahil nagdadala sila ng pangalan na di naman originally sa kanila
How come ang pangalan ko ay Abdul sa rights
Gagamitn ko ang Juan para sa aking bayan?
Kaya war of ideas ito and alam mo naman sa akin, ‘pag ideas
And perspectives walang kompromiso and peace talks
I do not compromise my language, my craft and myself, my writing
Filipino is an imagined nation, as well as Bangsamoro
Bakit di natin magamit ang orignal nation natin
Na based sa Sulu archipelago and Mindanao
Yes, actually diyan ako papunta - papunta
Bakit hindi i-Bangsamoro-ized ang buong Filipinas?
It doesn’t mean na i-convert ang Pilipinas
But the spirit, the struggle it should mean something to Filipinos
It should kasi ang dami na nagbuwis ng buhay
Kaya ko pa na tanggapin kung Maharlika
‘Yan ang gusto kong ma-achieve: Filipinos should listen to Moros
Siyempre marami pang madidiscover along the way
Indeed. Ikaw ba ‘pag sasabahin ko na ‘Tausug’ ano ang maiisip mo?
Tausug is Moro and Moro for me is something that predates 'Filipino'
But now, I would like to know the concept of “Lupah Sug”
I want to know it, I think there are more and beyond Moro on it
Before ‘Moro’ was named to Mindanao and Sulu people
It was first name to Aceh people, Melaka, Brunei and then Manila
Sulu and Mindanao were the last places to have been called the name ‘Moro’
Sulu archipelago was united under the name Sulu archipelago
The name of people is Tausug.
Tausug is composed of different ethnics:
Arab, Banjar, Dampuan, Buranun etcetera.
The concept of Sulu as part of dar al islam
Is already a nation and state
Where the government is the people and itself headed by sultan or raja
Yes, and I would like to feel this from the ordinary Tausugs when I get there
I would like to experience this from ordinary Tausug and on from place itself.
In the hinterland of Jolo, their laws still on the ground not of Philippine law
I believe in narratives
I want to hear and feel this from the place and from the people.
And then capture it; I have these thoughts
That Lupah Sug has something that the Moro concept does not have
And it’s a bit metaphysical but sige lang.
I know my craft can capture it.
I think there is a language that can capture it
And specific craft that can carry its soul
Not fictionalize but put it in a form like a novel or a narrative
Which have their own logic and truths as crafts.
This poem is made after the conversation and sharing with Filipino writer Rogelio Braga who also serves as the editor of the poem. He is currently in Mindanao, travelling and writing; he will then proceed to Sulu Archipelago soon. 2:28PM, 19 March 2013, Facebook Chat across Sulu Sea!
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Our cognitive and emotional struggles against dissonance of all varieties,
and struggles for more love and consciousness and health
work better as decompositions laid out between Ego and Eco,
as cooperative nondual co-arising partners,
Left and Right MindBody
of one Tao (0)-Centric Soul identity
with interior landscape of primally inter-relational diastatic dipolarity,
a sensory-rich neural DNA/RNA encrypted-implied replication
and by "implied", perhaps with David Bohm and Bucky Fuller,
precessively stretching toward WinWin reiterative balance
living in and as an embryonic ecosystem
with universal open-set group-4D,
reverse-hierarchical Win choice-making
toward most fully abundant resonant resolutions.
EgoLeft, new AnthroKid within Earth's Elder RNA Tribes,
was never intended to dominate struggle between EgoSelf
much less a competitive struggle to collaterally reiterate
cooperative polycultural outcomes
within all Earth's RNA/DNA ReGenerate Scripture Stories,
RNA's natural evolutionary hope to predict light v dark,
warm v cold,
as ++WinWin v (-,-)LoseLose
fractal-dialectic dipolar electromagnetic balance
to optimize multiregenerational folds,
and more revolutionary trending
pre-empathic PreFold PolyPathic Primal Relationship
ecometrics of 4D Information Systemic Time
speciating as spaciating, flowing functions
branching and rooting
in ++/(-,-) Trees of regenerative information,
past identity AND memory future imaginative-empathic strings,
back and forward,
time's bilateral eco-selfconscious intentionality,
and NOW eco-therapeutic diapraxis.
This is our shared bicameral cooperative,
our Bodhisattva Warrior Occupation,
our Earth's RNA/DNA Common Rights
to revolution-balanced as reiterative-balancing
redundantly Self/Other empathic co-conscious,
balancing polypathic +,+,
deductive AND implied-inductive co-function,
with yin-squared (-,-)
as WinWin 0-soul group theory
concerning ecosystems and their dynamic 4D equivalency
within time's bilateral and bicamerally incarnated
Time's binomial dipolar 0-centric
double-bindary () equivalency
of Qbit double-fractal octaves harmonizing closed-set octaves
ionic and iconically reminiscent of RNA's interior landscape
as also dialectic-function-fractal and dipolar-equivating
self-optimizing toward Continuous Quality Improvement
Health and Safety ReGenerative
Warriors for, with, as, by
time's bilaterally regenerating health and safety
RNA-syntaxed EarthDesigner's CoAgenda,
which, for me,
speaks in dialects of PostMillennial Tao-TimeZeroism.
Our shared Warrior and Occupier struggle,
as DNA Tribal Sacred Holons,
as parents with positive and negative intentions
and co-mentoring practices internal as externally intended,
as economists with health and pathologically competitive intentions
and co-mentoring acquisitional transactions and habits,
cooperatively healthy eco-emergence
yet fear of future internal and external mindbody market failures,
anger about past internal and external losses,
but also love for nutritional full-sensory
deductive/inductive nondual co-arising health
as Self+Other+Earth co-optimizing WinWinWin wealth.
Economic CoOccupier leaders lead toward cooperative,
mutual-subsidiarity as WinWin equity
0-interest sum-total balance of play options
within one ecosystemic life's abundant and beloved
and perennially climaxing every summer
full-octave revolving repurposing
regenerative love-life value.
CoOperative Political Warriors begin to see
how one thought leads toward another,
both-and another paradigm,
and another polycultural evolutionary health-paradigm,
and a polypathic eco-normic bicameral full-fractal WinWin
4D bionic networking 0-soul naturally webbing paradigm
within Time's self-reflective
wise and healthy
permacultural eco-intelligent CoPresent.
We could not find each other
without this globally permacultural language
accessible to all,
and reasonably assured of discerning
which choices tend more positive-therapeutic MidWay,
as those which are also double-negative co-pathological
decomposing trend-lines pointing up
toward revolutionary refolding of status quo suboptimization frames
within Time's historic languaged culture.
There can be no true and honest and logical,
rational dichotomy between individual
and Earth's ecotherapeutic rights
to abundantly celebrate equivalent freedom
to cooperative regenerative multicultural health,
with freedom from DNA-languaged past anger
about wealthy-ego-loss mindbody
as freedom from future-fear
about wealthy-ego-loss design
of this mindbody's 0-centric CoPresent
Each and every bicameral ego-holonic life begins
with 0-soul intention toward political and economic cooperative diapraxis
developing communal intention through ++/(-,-) syntax default,
and it is with this same sacred-holonic CoPresence,
that we re-enter our eco-conscious diastasis
regenerating square-rooting fractals
implying timeless CoPresence,
when not decomposing more like a Beehive Nest,
drowsy with all that luscious warm honey,
hibernating through winter's dreamy rest
toward timeless co-elation.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Debbie Guzzi | Details |
Insanity has its own wellspring and demise.
There is no better place to hide than between coils
of convoluted grey-white matter which can't recoil.
Mind has no leering lips to scorn or show surprise
as ungoverned, the ancient demon-dancers rise.
The traitorous bits, which cut with Brutus’ red fang,
have no regard for the womb from which they sprang.
They seek dominion; they care not for your cries.
Crazed, their freedom paid for on the rack, how they sang
of anything, of windigos’, and warriors winged
of fresh flesh beneath a gibbous moon's harangue,
where those in sanity beneath their blankets cringed.
Night terrors sweat the sheets of the weak, as fear sprang,
a ripened, musky-scent arose from those unhinged.
A ripened, musky-scent arose from those unhinged
cloaked in mirrored, morose, magic; the mind a foil,
the heart, the soul, the sunny days, caste down, embroiled;
destined to languish convulsed in the depth of coil.
Brightness, so dimmed, is lost within a rancid soil,
left to meet horned demons all but unarmed, alone,
no company except the mirrored self-entombed,
no bliss state, no ripening sweetness to uncoil
a compost heap of bitter memories, atone ...
atone, little mother, well-used wife, wander now,
seeking ever seeking, yet finding no one home,
insanity wakened, waits, patiently endows ...
empty days and nights, the infrequent sound of om,
cuddling the traitorous bits, shooing brighter dreams roused.
Cuddling the traitorous bits, shooing brighter dreams roused,
the teeth of dogged night rise-up, they breed turmoil.
Deep within the sleeping mind of men, sorrows roil.
Abandonment, disloyalty, hatred espoused,
all shriek to the traitor, the night arouses.
Niggardly night, loath to lose ground within the dome
of blanched white, gray matter, within this skull of bone,
delights in the sorrowful detail night houses.
Insanity licks raw the salted wound entombed, owned.
"What could we be?" the ego cries to he or she.
"What would we be?" the windigo screams but, “alone.”
On, on, they chatter in the carapace, they breed,
spreading dark matter, for they've no chaperone,
no friend to stay the brutal cousins, so mislead.
No friend to stay the brutal cousins so mislead,
so in darkness, fear and hatred spread on fertile soil.
Yet, self-hatred shields its sharpened claws, as day uncoils
filling the breach with bright creations, dark concedes,
and dims the room while manic laughter recedes.
A sunrise bows through prism-glass and colors swell
a lighter laughter comes, newborn to dwell.
Hands that once drew only blood, now tune bent reeds
of green, blades of springtime grass within the dell;
where larks sing and long lost lovers dare to reunite,
no mention made of darkness or the depth of hell,
for sanity has cast a lighter stage this night.
Daybreak suspends the demon-dance upon the fell,
now, fairies prance in pastures high, and verse delights.
Now, fairies prance in meadows high, and verse delights
her fancy takes a softer turn at his behest,
with buttercups, in a Fairy Ring, they coalesce,
and shine the golden glow beneath a chin of white.
With the talent of a troubadour, love does strum
upon desire's strings the raging beast is culled
as coy love songs and sweet lullabies emerge from
the hidden depths of mind where sanity is mulled.
With the talent of a troubadour love does strum
upon strings of desire the fearful beasts are culled
as coy love songs and sweet lullabies emerge from
the stygian depth where her frail sanity is mulled.
How long will harmony dance to love's blissful hum
Will dark's whine wake, disturb, insanity so lulled?
Will dark's whine wake, disturb, insanity so lulled?
A scent of jasmine fills the air with swarming gnats.
Her covered ears belay the sound of feral cats
yet, huddled in his sheltering arms, her pain is dulled.
Dulled, but not waylaid, raging, she becomes unglued
She starts to rock, to whimper, and then, cry out- loud
begging for the dev'lish tide to leave, as he vowed,
renting strands of flaxen hair from her small skull.
Torn, he watches as she fades within a shroud,
a witless waif, bedeviled by the harvest moon.
He had to leave; he could not stay beneath this cloud
ever waiting for this, her omnipresent doom.
His love had its limits and yet, he was not proud,
Oh, he could not stay and watch her be consumed.
Oh no, he could not stay and watch her be consumed,
to have his pleasant memories of ardor's bloom
be marred by images of her so poorly groomed.
No, never would he stay to see her be consumed.
One morn he left, his sum was not what she'd presumed.
And, she sat in the rocker by the door unfazed,
her bowed lips o'er cast and her eyes o'er glazed,
alive, but not, her nascent sanity entombed.
Death had come, death of the mind, his metal now assayed
he ran from old memories, as each thought enticed.
Their first tryst 'neath jasmine vines vanished in a haze.
Was love's reward, a sweet repast, mania's disguise?
Would true love have held the course where sanity betrayed,
insanity has its own wellspring, and demise.
First Published Five Poetry Magazine 2014
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Most everything I learned about the history of evolution
feels colored by Julian Jaynes' theory of language
and icons of ecological systems and functions,
forms and frequencies,
rhythms and ironic, ionic
dualdark cosmological bicameral transparency.
This is not something peculiar to Jaynes
or even to DNA-syntaxed cultural Memory,
flowing back to Elder Right MindBody ecoroots
of systemic cooperative therapy and health,
through mutual political/economic Left/Right bicameral solidarity,
a regeneratives-only need apply globally nutritious revolution.
When I think back
through RNA's original prime relationship,
for fractal-seasonal-temporal ecosystemic development,
I see Ego's God of ReGenerating Truth
as both Earth's RNA polyculturally inclusive SunGod,
and Mother's DNA-embryonic
Universal Timeless Folding/UnUnFolding CoGravitating Moment,
incarnating (0)-soul Basic Trust,
BiCameral EarthDominant CoEmpathic Consciousness.
Jaynes presents the emergence of a polypathic puzzle
as Ego's humane/divine balancing vocation,
assigned by RightBrain bilateral-temporal-aptic/synaptic Elder
cousins and plants,
flows and functions,
fractal forms and octave-frequencies
emerging time's bilateral,
four seasoned, four dimensioned, dialectically reasoned,
ecoconsciousness of healthy-confluence v. cognitive-affective dissonance,
chronic temporal stress
of RNA/DNA solidarity-normed ecotherapy,
Earth's ecosystemic TimePrimed root system
emerging back to BlackHole timeless embryonic AbsentTransParent
of ReGenerative Revolutionary-Synergetic Origin.
Well, that's the way this LeftBrain dominant Ego
reads Jaynes back through pre-bicameral history,
but could this be a way of seeing
our humane/divine history as decomposing itself,
in reverse of LeftBrain emergent dominance
as PreMillennial EgoAnthroCentric Time
for processing RNA's original regenerative development
cooperative embryonic project,
to emerge Exterior Landscape/Interior Landscape
as Ego/EcoSacredCoPresent Absence
due to incarnational mindbody restraints
on Open Systemic (0)-soul God/Goddess of Time's
Ego/Eco BiLateral CoArising
there are a lot of paradigmatic nests
in BiCameralYangYin's ecologically emerging nutritious soup.
But, essentially this evolving Ego
suggests to your evolving Ego/Eco
Interior/Exterior co-enculturing health-outcome agenda
that consciousness evolves
because bicameral eco-consciousness co-evolves
through open systemic genetic codex,
restricted solely by harmonic dipolar balance
to PostMillennially Transition
back toward Left-Right mutually subsidiary
political and economic balance.
This EgoLeft dominant adventure
unfolds as Moses leads and develops
and evolves toward Eco-ReGenerative Promise.
EcoConsciousness through Ego's bicameral lenses
develops and evolves DNA/RNA health optimization.
Ego-with-EcoRight evolution is both physical and metaphysical,
both memory and love of regenerative future,
and aptic-basic PrimeRelationship of DiPolar Solidarity
deep in ecobiosystems
of HealthEnculturing CoArising Revolution.
Perhaps Jaynes did not anticipate
what emerges up,
in excess of tipping point equi-valent healthy balance,
invites us to breathe back out again
toward PostMillennial LeftRight BiCameral ReGenerating Balance,
reconnecting with wisdom of Elder Right's SunGod and EarthGoddess
TransParent Regenerators of Heavenly ecosystems
playing a more PermaCulturally CoOperative
WinWin Solitairity Game
with DNA/RNA Fractal PrimeTime Presence,
erupting Golden DiPolar SpaceTime 4D CoRelationRatio,
then Golden Diastatic Logos Rules of ReGenerative Systemic Health,
then Golden Elixir of EcoRegenerative Health/Wealth
Internal/External Landscape co-arising designs and plans,
embryonic developments of self-reiterating MotherEarth,
flying and swimming and surfing
through SunGod's co-gravitational revolutionary fields
and forms and functional flows
of primetime Tao co-elation.
In right/left relationship
with both full and absent universal landscape,
each will declare
beloved global cooperative community
as Ego has emerged from this Absent Other
History predicts future
only as each and all so resolve,
co-emerge this WinWin advent
of revolutionary EcoSolidarity.
with deductive-dipolar bicameral ears,
then speaking with polypathic dialectical confluence,
then acting more regeneratively healthy and safe
with each DNA/RNA Codex Creation Story,
ending without fear and anger
but absorbing synergetic limitless
timelessly open regenerating
Ego's every transition moment
potential CoPresent culminating NOW
into history's co-gravitating
of dualdark aptic/resonant-synaptic embryonic Time,
to bless and/or curse dreams and days
of those you will so partially leave behind,
to regenerate as needed
for healthier compost futures.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Fr. Time, are you a monopolistic universalist?
Yes, but an integratively polycultural universalist.
Are you a Yangian outgoing kinda guy?
Yes, but in an internally YinYin balancing
kind of a moderately outgoing nutritionally healthy communicator
Easy to share Life's co-operative Stage.
Are you really what Alan Watts might think of
as a Prickly defensive Winner?
Yes, but more of a Darwinian Prickly/Goo,
while Interior inviting dominantly encultured
eco-centric default settings
for an emergent evolutionary system.
Hmmm, one of those troubling double-bound default +/(-,-) temporal
ecologistical settings.... So, are you a man?
Mostly, but in a feminist, transgenderal EastmeetsWest encultured kind of way.
Are you a Left-brain dominant overly competitive Republican?
Yes, too often I do gravitate toward that climatically over-populated
aggressive anger about past
meets fear of future
political and economic kind of way.
on more polyculturally polypathic
kinds of days,
I can see that both my Republican
my more Democratic eco-centric normative value development
more balanced bicameral function,
karma as I continue
my slow-grow pilgrimage
toward choosing Earth-therapeutic ego identity
as vocational teleology for humanly-incarnate Time.
Our Golden Rule raison d'etre,
as Yang/YinYin = Self/Other =
(0)-centric syntax language =
+Polynomial spacetime information OVER (-,-) PolyCulturalPathic
so (1) +convex linear space-dimension HEAVEN
+/-(0) Earthbound balanced co-arising
eco-gravitational dynamic universal-relational consciousness.
Oh,...are you insane?
Only if we cooperatively discern,
and exegetically confirm,
that (0)-centric timeless time,
incarnatiing through our emerging co-arising universe
does not equal +/- c-squared
as Space=Time-Cubed Convex
OVER Bilateral Concave co-gravitational balance Exterior
[Physical Universe Special Case--B Fuller] Landscape,
EcoLogical Heuristic Left-brain deductive-reductive
Win-Win Gaming Assumption
In-Formation [+Explicate-Deductive Function]
as Universal Network of PolyCultural Integrity Optimization
QBit trend of self-perpetuating regenerative string-PosPos Theorem
= (0)Soul Theorem.
Would it be wrong to think of Fr Time as polypathic?
Yes, Time as "he" is often too monocultural,
always out in front of time's surfing bi-ellipticals,
yet retaining primal double-negative QByte octaved,
co-penetrative RightBrain dominant inductive
tipping points of way.
What might you prove to be about, Fr. Time?
My neutral standard for establishing probability of Truth
as "Win" for healthy life
resides in this kind of co-arising inductive processing universe
of "notnot correlated" = appositionally dipolar
"Win-Win' default logical programming choice,
until otherwise indicated
by the climatic erasing of species
and Earth's RNA/DNA-syntaxed regenerative systems.
Fr. Time, do you have some kind of outside/inside information/exformation
that you are trying to talk with me about?
Your explicate physical universe's
is a positive correlative evolving relationship
which just might be equivalent
to your normatively quantitative and qualitative
political and economic and logical and metric value information
co-arising through my double-negative balancing co-relation,
so that our positive geometric,
id-entity position in "mindspace" is
Left-Right dipolar bicamerally harmonic,
confluent with DNA/RNA fractal-folding Group Theory Dynamics
and Game Theory binary ex-formational de-compositional instructions
predicting reverse WinWin evolutionary reiterative optimized choice-making.
So, you're just not going to make any sense today at all are you?
You clearly cannot be listening bicamerally to my co-gravitational bilaterality universal dynamic of
when and where and why and how and who
Left-EgoMindNomial = Yang+Polynomial
Right -EcoMindNomial = YinYin (-,-) Polynomial
WinWin eco-normative regenetic balance.
Might just be me, but I think you're still emerging a little too dissonant
to go eco-culturally viral.
That is not new,
yet it is also not good news,
try feeding your Right mindbody more holistic fuel and nutrition,
while starving your Left mindbody of ego- and anthro-centric
until tipping into wu wei's grace of interdependent gratitude
for peacefully regenerative justice and ecological balance.
Or, we're running out of time, right?
So ecstatically right on target
toward timeless co-arising ego/eco-conscious balance.
Are you gonna end with an Ohmmmmmmmmmm?
Thank you. We just did.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Perhaps you have read
as I have not
Beard's "Economic Interpretation of the Constitution of the United States."
Yet, here is my prediction,
and I promise to actually read it to confirm and/or deny,
so I suppose I more candidly am saying,
Had I written such a treatise,
my main point is not quite (0) summary ecopolitical balance,
HumaneLeft-divineRight nature-spirit nondualist bicamerals
have evolved this society's cultural manifestation
wholesale and purchased as optimally cooperative enlightenment,
ecopolitics as colonies would become democratic co-empathic trusting planetary empires of cooperative ecological Self-with-Other Constitution Stories
of active hope becoming Positive Psychology of EcoPolitical Science
and Aesthetic Beauty of Golden Harvest Landscapes.
Economic theory, is not also ecologically abundant practice,
unless it is ecological, regenerately decomposing balanced resolutions
of political power-with cooperation,
more evolutionarily evinced as meta-dominant
as compared to power-over WinLose Gaming competitions.
EcoPolitical experience observing large scale social,
historical evolutionary experience, narrative, story,
including stories intended to be constitutive of ecopolitical truth and justice,
constitutional development stories as hopes and future dreams of a global nation state
for more nutritional,
and thereby less pathological
climate evolution transfers,
with revolution turning reiterational resonance
of healthwealth power values,
from place and time one
toward place and time other.
In BiLateral Economics, the healthy fruition of one space
just once, is monoculturally empty of nutritious metric philosophy,
whereas if we are created once in time
times once again in spiraling revolutionary time,
then we are each binomial two,
as nomials are always also binomials,
as digital information always follows octave-binary network trends,
as yes (both) in ecologically balancing in/ex-climate landscapes
of Earth-enculturation, acclimation,
always equal not-yet gone-LeftWest
plus not-yet past-ElderRightEast double-binding compete/cooperate discernment time
bicamerally ruling nature-spirit healthy climates
for ecopolitical constitutions.
Philosophy, love of wisdom,
especially love of natural constitutional climate science wisdom,
projects our evolutionary history
through atmospheric oceanic interdependently acclimating bodies
and across empty universal mind skies
fertilizing emerging Golden Ruling multicultural landscapes,
divinely inspiring Creation Stories,
speaking multiculturally confluent languages,
reweaving Positive EcoPsychology
inviting Earth's regenerative norms and nutritionally cooperative
empowering public health and safety values.
Revolution-Left balancing Evolution-Right,
this global EarthTribe's ecopolitical constitution
grows, emerging cooperative ecological revolutions
in which climates we choose to optimally play
scientific/artistic WinWin evolution,
juxtaposing premillennial competitive means to WinLose
ambiguously suboptimizing global ecological outcomes
still incarnate within now postmillennially bicameral cooperative multicultural economic polypaths
toward cultural Left-Right balancing democratic dominance
of health over pathology,
growing WinWin regenerative health outcomes.
Recombinant DNA/RNA transubstantiating sacred regenerate health-trend outcomes,
not only through our historical roots of and for developmental learning
to cooperatively nature-spirit nondual love-integrate-creatively occupy,
but also of these iconic fractals, together,
forming our full-octave multicultural color light fragrant felt comprehension
of Earth's historic original creative designs
for good humored cooperative integral potential
for our own health
as less pathological cognitive-affective 'in-between' chaotic dissonance and angst,
stress not quite sustaining (0) sum, soul, core revolutionary scientific liturgical seasonal norms
of 4-step syllogistic deductive-only trigonometric plus
one timeless bilateral 4D reverse-temporal equivalence
of P as also N(NP) Empty/Interdependent
where P stands for polynomial economic information trends
and polypathic nature/spirit politically balancing flow trends,
where P=Uracil/Thymine-exforming as NP=BiLateral Dipolar Cytosine-infunction-exforming thermodynamic balance
of Interdependent-Empty Live-Evil regenerative cycles of life,
constitutional boundaried synergetic subclimate cells
with revolutioning stretch-bends for great reverse-climatic transitions
back as forward co-identity
flying and walking and swimming,
but slow-growth, not monocultural racing,
toward Golden Ruling Constitutions of all Uniting States Becoming.
Reading LeftBrain economic ecological meta-climate constitutions
through RightBrain politically cooperative,
Golden Rule and Ratio and Elixir and Climate and Landscape,
permaculturally nutritious DNA/RNA health agendas.
Now I suppose I have to open my Kindle and actually rewrite the thing
while I'm digesting it.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Laura Breidenthal | Details |
When I woke the next day,
He was lying beside me, breathing steadily
I was no longer on the hard, monstrous back of the leviathan
My hands were burned from its horns,
I was laid upon his wings,
Burdened by taunting dreams
“Today, I shall answer your questions,”
Softly, I arose, confused.
“Long ago you spoke to me,
A letter written by your youthful fingers
You addressed me so respectfully,
Worrying most who beheld such a dedication.”
I remembered the words,
Closing my eyes, turning beside the Prince
“You need not answer now…
The Lord will show Me,
Has shown me, where your mind lies,
How vain it is to find a softness to your heart
How stark your future reflects upon your sickened mind
I don’t need to know how little I was,
How strong I have become
How weak you make me feel.
All I need to know now is why.”
He hushed me, staring into my eyes.
“Let me answer you, oh sweet, sweet soul…
Long ago, your hesitance to come before me,
Was a burden upon my thumping breast,
Was a heartache for your heated desire
You were but insignificant to me
Whilst I, immersed in abolishing,
Plotted against your brothers and sisters,
And the angels, and God Himself
In your meekness, you lied,
For you have always been in the game
You contended with me every single day you drew breath!
You considered me jealous of your place,
Of the human, higher than the angels,
Blessed from the start of creation
You declared me passionate for your touch,
In which was not a lie;
From your cries, I soon longed for your impotence
Begged for your secret, sacred belligerence
You claimed yourself humble, innocent
Not worthy of your place your God had granted you
You spoke to me as a gentle mother, cooing her child,
But I was not the child that day as you were
Tears falling from your widened eyes,
Stunned by my power over the earth,
Crushed by my recalcitrant spirit
You said you were poisoned with the truth,
That you could not if you wanted, stand with me
Yet here you are, breathing with me, creating with me,
Seeing my way
The very truth that makes you up so led your heart here
In this birthing age…
Your soul glowing in my abode
My dear, beautiful woman,
You rejected the fate of the ordinary
For you understood my beauty more than any other
You held me up on weak arms,
Shaky, fragile arms,
And my currents strengthened your hold
You never fell that day upon the soil,
Emptied, saddened by the death of your love
You never fell that day, but rose to your new fate
Trusting that I had qualities you have forever wished to gain
You became free from Him,
Only just for a little while
You must allow yourself, slave of truth, oh heart so near,
To accept what is rightfully yours
You have me, the Now
In return, I want you forever…”
Was there sadness in his eyes,
Or was he plotting, his lying tongue waiting
Crouching to pounce upon my life?
Was there sorrow in his posture?
His wings lowered,
His shoulders drooped,
Muscles tense, fighting what I deem tears,
Or was he joyous in these threatening moments?
“Remember when our lips touched?
How good we felt, the breeze between..
We were stronger then…
Yet realizing the place He set you in,
Shackles growing in your veins,
Emotions left you, slave,
Righteousness bound you
And you turned me away…”
Rising higher over me, he set his great hand upon my shoulder
“Yet, as I knew,
As I have anticipated,
You would again return to me
You have chosen to be with me
Even only just for a little while…
See, a little while, is all I need
A little while is all you need
For you to be with me, free.”
He kissed my forehead, slowly,
Immersed in that undying moment
As I stood there rigid and speechless
“Now you have opened my eyes,
You have freed such a flower in me
To realize, that the child you were is gone
You no longer need my answers,
You need my love,
You need my hand
You have become part of my plan
Assuredly, I swear,
Just as you have done before,
You will thank me
And we will share in the indulgent fruits of our labor,
Blooming, always blooming”
Note: You don't know how excited I am to post new sections every week. (Yes, this is happening every week now, till I get to day 20, then I am taking a wee break) And I am so grateful for the encouraging comments. I love you guys so much, and thank you for believing in me! Without you, I don't think I would have ever gotten this far really.... For a long, long time, this idea of a series between the Devil and a chosen one of God has been plaguing my mind. The inspiration started blooming after writing “Dear Lucifer” written and posted July 2013. This section (Day 15) is the Devil’s consideration in response to this letter.
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Robert Candler | Details |
Fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan;
And watched thousands of recruits try to make my Sooners Team.
Often, I’ve enviously wondered what it must be like
To be a touted Sooners recruit, living out his dream.
He’d had a great career through high school;
Made good grades, was a football star, played baseball too.
Coach said college recruiters were watching closely;
So, he tried his very best to make his dream come true.
You see, he’d played on the L’il Sooners as a kid;
Started getting serious about the game when he was only eight
Played with older, bigger boys and practiced hard;
Always told his friends, “To be a Sooner, ya gotta play great”.
Oh yes, his parents raised a football player;
And, even more important, a Sooners fan;
But he wanted more, to be a Sooner,
To feel the glory raining down from the stands.
Now, the Sooners’ Head Coach is in his living room.
“Son, you’ve got talent. We think you fit our scheme.
We’re offering you a scholarship, an opportunity
To be an important member of our great Sooners Team”.
His mother smiles her biggest smile.
His father nods proudly and pats him on the knee.
“Lord knows, son, it’s a dream come true.
Go be the very best Sooner you can be”.
He walks into the locker room,
Not quite sure what to expect;
But sure that to play for the Sooners
He will first have to earn respect.
He looks each man straight in the eye -
Other recruits, trainers, assistants, and every coach.
“Be proud, but respectful”, his mother had said;
Your character, more than your performance, must be above reproach”.
His handshake is firm and he smiles.
“Only one chance for a first impression”, his father had said;
"Always put yourself in positive light, on and off the field.
That’s what it will take to play for the mighty Big Red”.
He meets so many other recruits, each one a high school star.
He’s played against a few and knows they share his dream.
And, to a man, each knows before any chance for Glory,
He first must prove worthy to play for this Sooners Team.
He knows a few will fail to meet the coaches’ expectations.
For some, the scout team will be their fate.
Many will suit up, but rarely play.
Only the very best will ever dare to be great.
Coach says, “If every man learns and executes when called on,
Then this team, we Sooners, will win a lot of games;
But, win or lose, if you play hard and give your very best,
You’ll never have to hang your heads in shame”.
“But gentlemen, with or without you, this team will win.
Every season, the Sooners strive to win it All.
So, listen, work hard, and prepare yourselves. Each game is war...
And you must be ready when Victory calls”.
Through grueling practices, he finds himself.
As he walks to class, his closest friends are aches and pains;
But, just the other day, Coach helped him up, smiled, and patted his helmet.
“You’re doin’ fine, son. Keep pushin’. Remember, no pain, no gain”.
He sees his name on the "open scrimmage" roster for the very first time.
It’s a moment he’ll never forget, another milestone in his dream.
He calls his Mom and Dad, knowing they’ll tell his family and his friends.
He hopes they’ll actually see him play, proof he’s made the Team.
As he suits up for the last pre-season open scrimmage,
He wonders if the coaches would really let a freshman play at all;
But Coach puts him in for eight plays against the first team;
He makes two great open-field tackles and intercepts the ball.
He barely hears the roar of the crowd, as the whole defense “gives him five”.
He’s so excited, he forgets to ask if he can keep that ball.
Fans are buzzing, “Did you see that hit”!? “Who is that kid”!?
“Will he red shirt or will Coach let him play this fall”?
He sees his name in the Sunday paper, hears it on local sports.
He’s happy, but he doesn’t let it go to his head.
He keeps his focus and uses it as motivation.
After all, he wants to start one day for the mighty Big Red.
Yes, we’ll hear more of this young recruit.
Perhaps, one day he’ll be the hero of the game.
A seasoned veteran, maybe All Conference or even All American,
Who’s tasted Victory many times and helped glorify the Sooners’ name.
Oh yes, there have been so many who’ve aspired;
But many fewer who’ve actually made our Sooners Team.
They are our heroes, each and every one;
For it’s through their accomplishments, we fans can live the dream.
Billy Vessels, Steve Owens, Billy Sims, and Jason White,
The Selmons, Little Joe, the Boz, Josh Heupel, and “Q”
They, and so many others, were once touted Sooners recruits;
Who set a higher mark and built the Tradition that is OU.
So, c’mon! c’mon! all you great young football players!
Dedicate your talents to OU’s Team and OU’s Fans.
Make Oklahoma’s Owen Field your Field of Dreams,
And feel the Glory raining down from the stands.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014