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Watch the rock and rollers
With their bellies and their wigs,
Playing songs performed at
Oh-so-many early gigs.
The keyboards and guitars still sound
Real good, though maybe slower
Yet their voices simply cannot reach
The high range or the lower.
Blown-up photos from the past,
Not meaning to, are mocking
Their current selves who do their best
To do their roll and rocking.
The audience, all old as well,
Belt out, with zeal and passion,
The lyrics they remember
From when tie-dye was in fashion.
The music bubbles in my blood;
I watch and I’m transported,
But find it sad attempts to bring
The past to life are thwarted.
*Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction
A Glimpse of T.I.P Journey
Education never stops and so learning does
The moment we embrace challenges
is the moment we climb and hold this torch
The torch of light and hope as we, painstakingly
reach for the pinnacle of success
On this day of Valentine’s
May we, instead reminisce and celebrate joyously
This Teacher Induction Program
But let not our pretty mind vanquish
My fellow mentees,
Remember how we arrived strangers at first
Knowledge and skills we all aimed and thirst
Like first day of school
Forget not the teachings of our mentors
As they helped mold us professionally
of who we are today
Sharing ideas, concepts and materials
Unlimited laughter partake in every meeting
Mind blowing activities, aye, night skippers!
To meet and hit the button of “deadline”
An endless cycle
of a student life
These shall be the roots
of our friendship and camaraderie
A journey worth roller-coaster ride!
May this poetry be heard and dignified
May this act of gratitude remind every mentor of our T.I.P
We, mentees are completely, perfectly and incandescently happy
We, mentees acknowledge your utmost dedication
To seamlessly immerse young professionals
in the teaching profession
We, mentees recognize that one day we will own the torch
The torch of responsibility that once our Mentors beheld
Shall pass to the next generation of young teaching professionals
Where ghostly spirits haunt at will
Time plays tricks, air is chill
Shadows shift then take shape
Remember there is no escape.
Haunted house very creepy
Party gets profoundly freaky
Ghouls, specters, zombies galore
Then fell through hidden trap door.
Silent crypt felt deadly fear
Ghostly image moving near
Black casket dominating space
Blood drains from my mortal face.
Start of very strange affaire
Vampire eyes, seducing glare
This is moment I met the Count
It's far too personal to recount.
Hundred years later remember well
Party induction to vampire hell
Monster Mash is favourite song
Uncle Fester and I play ping-pong.
Military Industrial Complex out to enslave the masses/
Save your asses from these genocidal, dangerous facists/
They’re releasing gaseous anthrax to take breath outta me/
Our Social Security Numbers are used for their death lottery/
The Bermuda Triangle is a training zone used to sink your ships/
Satellites equipped with death rays at the illumanti’s fingertips/
Mandatory brainwashing techniques used to baffle vets/
Coded messages with the withheld thirty letters of the alphabet/
Biparty electoral system to disguise true dictatorship/
Hitler alive and well and in charge of ‘Project Paperclip’/
Freemasons blast at the ozone layer with fatal contaminants/
Preparing the atmosphere for the coming of alien inhabitants/
Race of supermen nourished by Roswell’s special consumption/
Induction to secret society through extraterrestrial abduction/
Production of mass destruction is at the heart of industry/
Tracking devices in our teeth through the art of dentistry/
Nano technological implants inserted in our lymph nodes/
Knowing our position through twenty dollar bar strip codes/
Satan’s army convenes in a pentagram shaped Aryan facility/
West Nile used to test mosquitoes’ disease carrying ability/
Medical teams with tainted vaccines swirl death over a nation/
This elite squad of assassins is the World Health Organization/
Testing AIDS and Ebola viruses on unwitting third world subjects/
With unheard success, perfect murders with no unfurled suspects/
Don’t look at me like that! I’m not paranoid! Take heed I say!/
One out of ten emcees on this board really work for the C.I.A/
They’re all around us and their true intention’s malevolent/
Inspecting the internet searching for the dissenting element/
Video games aren’t irrelevant. Here evil is really resident/
Look how fast they silence me if I say ‘Kill the Pres..
Form:
Where do I listen for meaning
harmonically compassionate
till will-power to avoid death
do us part?
For positive healthy and safe feelings
Left strongly nurtured control needs
Yang v Yin bipolarizing
original win/win
prime NonZero Zone relationships,
YangLeft with YintegralRight
bipartisan global natural health
is also spiritual wealth
outgoing and incoming EarthJust
cooperative stealth
Healthy wealth
green ego/ecosystemic
resonantly resilient
neuro-sensory
CommonSense Wellness
is universal kindness.
Not an Either/Or deductive path toward individuating
Both/And inviting induction
into not unkind multiculturing
creolizing cooperatives
Heaven Enlightened
and Earth WellBeing
kind extending kin empowering
green positive regeneratives
recreating GoldenRule democratic outcomes
ingrowing
To make Earth healthy again
Kind compassion is ecopolitically freeing
and costs nothing
While mean degenerativity
is about negative doubt,
needs and disappointed wants
noticed with,
at remedial best potential,
win/win kind curiosity
And not so heavily over-invested
in mean win/lose zero-sum evolutionary theories
of patriarchal exclusive caste closed set might
makes capitalistic fight
rightwing right
makes unhealthy wealth
of ecopolitical short-term might
win the meanness battle
but not our Common Good wellness war
copassioning peace
For PolyCultural Communion
ecofeminist world views
more healthy
than continuing with Business As Usual
PatriCapital fixed Blessings
most deeply and widely endowed
only at the top
of Earth's resilient wellness scale
for measuring future win/win trends
full EarthTribe wealth sufficient
for survival
abundant
for this our cooperative thrival
bicameral anthrotheistic caste.
How do you know what you know?
You know by stubbing your toe
Induction principle
Back to the future go
It’s epistemological
Is it all empirical?
Is it all observable?
I’m asking how
Atheist’s count
With numbers being abstractable
The induction rule
Is a Christian tool
By stubbing my toe
Against the bedpost
It comes into view
By stubbing your toe
Extrapolate, tow
The past is not material
In motion, or emotional
It’s not biological
Whose brains do we use
To arrive at truth?
No matter how hard you strive
Atheism’s a lie
Given an internal sleuth
We move from the toe that’s shod
To the toothpaste proof of God
Is insistence matter or motion?
This only causes commotion
To insist that you can live like a god
To persist that is false
It's to stumble instead of waltz
Yeah, there’s a dichotomy
And it’s a lobotomy
Reasoning becomes schmaltz
It’s tautological schism
An unreasonable prison
To assume atheism at all
Isn’t reasonable
He exists and that’s not fideism
Jesus the reason for reason
The fool only causes commotion
In everything you contemplate
Even Pyrrho and Descartes can’t help you escape
Because doubting isn’t matter or in motion
So don't assume like Hume
Or become a skeptic, that's hectic
So how do you know?
Thank God for me stubbing my toe
They will only use you for a night,
In a bid to satisfy their ill needs,
They will promise you heaven on earth,
Just for them to lick your honey,
They will shower you with gifts,
Just to confuse you.
Avoid them please,they are dangerous.
They have destroyed young minds,
They have made their dreams futile,
Future leaders are now six feet under,
Promising scholars are no more,
Money never saved them,
Goodies never brought them healing.
Dear sisters, riches are not gotten through induction,
Success is not sexually transmitted,
Sleeping with them will grant you a death package,
Old is no longer gold,it turned cold,
Let your parents be your sponsors,
For cheap is expensive and free is fatal.
Don't say I did not warn you,
When your hair falls off,say I cautioned you,
And when clothes falls of your waist,
please advise your allies,
Tell them to live in purity and uphold chastity,
Tell them to work hard like bees and make their honey,
For sugar from the daddies is poisonous and kills.
©Poet Igweee
Hoping to acquire daily integrity
she shopped for appropriate night time analogies
Conscious through correlational ecological relationships
he was found rooting through ancient creation theology
She felt Goddess light
through changing internal enrichment
in dialectal process development
becoming analogous spirited Beauty.
He knew God
as exterior natural,
yet interior spiritual,
unchanging universal Being
theology of TrueLight.
Mindful of diverse
yet universal Goddess bling
She curiously gathered harmonic spirits Bright
Conscious of externals
decomposing dark loss through fight
He courageously shattered polypathic night
Seeking inductive mysteriously changing climates,
internal with external,
Yet settling for deductive history of weather decomposition.
God creates weather
If we don't like thunderous patriarchal theology
we might wait ten minutes.
She will climate heal more,
heel less.
Secular disenchantment
greets Sacred matriarchal decomposition,
ecological deduction and disassociating reduction
newly graces theological green induction
and even wonder's emerging red cameo appearance--
enchanting mysterious aqua-marine seduction
Resilience restoring regeneration
decomposing happier climates
resonant with new theological weather seasons
Redemption's ultra-violet reasons
whether Being ecologically healthy Here
or Becoming theological wealthy wisdom Now.
Focused creation
on far too many changing climate chains,
restoring robust octaves of renovation
Theology's god and goddess Creators:
Ecology's goodness
through healthier cooperative multiculturing climates.
It must be sacred; Grace, stay.
In Execution,
a Sacrament blessed nakedface-under
God"s matchmaking; time and place.
Introduction, inducing Actors in the play
of Life-_, induction.
Converging space.
Scourging liars.
A romance of chronomancing,
counting you, pinning you down
under breasts of Maternity and feeding you
by its Milky White Dew.
Do you remember when the atmosphere
was
electric and strangely comfortable,
that day?
A Communion; precept of tuning in,
in frequency, rapidfire.
Mind balloon is in Celebration.
Gifts are in their station.
Counting sired.
VIP access in entry into your private places
exclusively gained.
But here is the adventure paved-granted;
heroism, faith-planted
and Integrity's mystery pained.
Unfurl the Truth.
Peal the layers of Union delivered,
stay in the execution of executings way.
Proof.
That.
Jesus Saves.
In Every Way.
Deliverance.
Remembered.
Do you sense a difference
between ecstasy
and enchantment?
Ecstasy draws me out of my ego,
my body
my mind
my autonomous autumnal consciousness,
winter isolated awareness.
And enchantment?
Enchantment draws me in.
More of a seduction,
maybe even curious
invitation.
Ecstasy sounds louder,
bolder,
short-term climatic
and requires loss of ego-centered monopoly games
While enchantment may include promise
of all that bluster
and outsidedness
yet adds the longer sunlight summer
before and after relationship
of seduced out
fascinated
hypnotically co-empathic internal root induction,
promising integrity's path of quieter seduction,
restoring internal becomings with external belongings
Yet to magically
climatically
mythically appear
on life's Yang ecstatic
Yin enchanting
horizon of newborn
politically green
spring.
There's political disengagement
Then personal wedding
Then ego/ecopolitical re-engagement
of every spring through winter nutritional rites of passage.