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The taste of joy, so crystal clear,
It’s the feeling of a soaring soul,
An escape from chains that take their toll.
Freedom, the right to be yourself,
To speak your mind and not just shelf,
To choose your path and your own way,
And live your life, day by day.
Freedom, the power to create,
To explore new worlds and innovate,
To make your mark on history's page,
And leave a legacy for every age.
Freedom, the promise of a better life,
A world without hate, fear, or strife,
Where all are equal, and none oppressed,
And love and peace forever blessed.
Freedom, the light that guides our hearts,
The dream that drives us to do our part,
To stand up tall and never cower,
And fight for freedom, every hour.
Freedom, the air we breathe,
The wind that blows, the river that flows,
The sun that shines, the bird that sings,
The world that is, and everything.
Freedom, the fire within,
The spirit that soars, the heart that beats,
The dream that lives, the hope that springs,
The will that drives, and everything.
Freedom, the gift of life,
The right to be, the choice to make,
The path to walk, the road to take,
The journey that shapes, and everything.
Freedom, the bond of love,
The peace that reigns, the joy that fills,
The kindness that gives, the mercy that heals,
The grace that saves, and everything.
Freedom, the call of destiny,
The purpose that calls, the mission that drives,
The legacy that leaves, the memory that survives,
The greatness that inspires, and everything.
Freedom, the promise of tomorrow,
The future that waits, the dawn that breaks,
The sky that opens, the horizon that takes,
The world that awaits, and everything.
Freedom, the anthem of the soul,
The song that sings, the voice that speaks,
The prayer that seeks, the faith that believes,
The truth that guides, and everything.
Freedom, the light of the world,
The torch that shines, the beacon that leads,
The symbol that stands, the flag that waves,
The spirit that lives, and everything.
Freedom, the spirit of humanity,
The essence that unites, the power that transforms,
The vision that inspires, the dream that informs,
The legacy that shapes, and everything.
So let us cherish this precious gift,
And let our spirits soar and lift,
For freedom is the hope that we all seek,
The future bright, and never bleak.
In this lifeskills class in political economics,
we look at politics as healthy power
and economics as wealthy flow
of cooperatively held assets
and win/win co-passionate resources,
investments in polycultural symbiosis
and disinvestments from monoculturing politics
bad relationships and nontransactions of hoarding
and competing discommunications
suffering monolithically
Anthro-centric LeftBrain dominance.
This lifeskills class
may also reconsider
where paying-it-forward economics
and democratically cooperating politics
lead to healthier and wealthier outcomes
for society
and all Earth Tribe cultures
than patriarchal capitalist
systemic RightWing trauma.
If economic flow
and co-investment balancing function
are sacred,
then politically interdependent relationships
might be divine,
designed with therapeutic intention
co-arising positive wealth-care practice.
We might conclude this lifeskills class
for medicinal doctorates in health optimization,
with some split-brain research
concluding that RightBrained politics
can only Be present
with graced ego/eco-proportional presence,
a non-languaged
embodied
root systemic
HappySpace of co-empathic confluence
with Positive Political Psychology.
Meanwhile, LeftBrained evolving economic function
flows from past to deduct-reduct-redact,
then re-language
a lexicon of future's felt win/win v. win/lose
v lose/lose mind/body
wealth/health frequencies,
stored in dialectical strings of DNA
back through transgenerations of space/time
co-revolution.
This politics of Right's timeless-present
political grace
informs Left's economic discernment
of sacred cooperative space
as primal relationship of Self+Other,
as Yang-AnthroMind with Yin-EarthBody.
We could conclude this lifeskills class
intending to elect political leaders
to deep listen to economic
nutritional wealth mentors
speaking compassionately
about how to grow healthy
co-empathically powerful
win-economic-mind/win-political-body
co-relationships
Which may require letting go
of Earth's monotheistic-capitalist
systemically traumatized clergy
Supporting God's BeLoved People
with competitive win/lose
missionary economics,
silently sustaining
AnthroPrivileged
trans-phobic
unhealthy ordained gurus
and mono-theistic
unwise
unwealthy politicized thugs.
(literary nonsense)
the winter was so long ago, burying the world in snow
rabbits hop where rabbits go, here i sit to-night
and the day i hath long dreaded which hath left me much beheaded
worn my sanity unthreaded as i sought the sun's warm light
said the rabbit, hopping past, to my thoughtless face aghast, "lanterns are a great delight."
but my mind hath never shown me, nor my pinched, weak thoughts have grown me
anything which should beknown me: that a rabbit never talks
of a lantern, never falters in his steps to break the halters of the sacrifice on alter (of the wolf who nightly stalks)
just to speak to one who sulks under skies my soul doth mock
have you ever seen a rabbit come to break his daily habit and commence to speak as if it mother nature's natural norm?
and if by chance he mentions 'lantern' just to break your flurried pattern just to knock you off your rocker whilst you dream away a storm
does it leave you cold or warm to have a rabbit which informs?
if you haven't it is likely that you would not see me brightly
but you'd find me quite unsightly as most men find the plain insane
if you have i think you'd find it quite amusing for behind it
there's a joke that doesn't mind it, for jokes minding is inane
still i laugh at my poor brain for losing every bit of sane (to see a rabbit speak is strange)
and if i could see it logically; if possible biologically, i might function neurologically, but remember, brain twas dead
and the sky was growing longer, growing longer, ever grayer, and my mind was never stronger for i lacked a bit of bread
and the rabbit's words he said, hopping circles in my head
still it was that long i pondered, of a rabbit, yes i wondered, speaking to me while he wandered of a lantern bringing joy
and so to a barn i stumbled while the distant thunder rumbled and i felt so very humbled, being, a moment,a rabbit's toy
and i, my words, employed, to ask a lantern from a boy
it was kind of him to light it, and i journeyed back, excited, to the place where i was seated, seated in the dark of night
and there, i sat and waited with my trembling breath bated, and my mind was still sedated with the numbing lack of light
there i sat waiting in the night to catch the rabbit in my sight
his human name was Albert Francis Simmons
he was born in Detroit
his mom was a devil worshipper ... his dad was in sales
Albert was intelligent
he became a decorated Marine Officer
and joins the Secret Service
later, part of Central Intelligence Agency
the NSA, NSG and a skilled assassin
Albert was married to Wanda Blake for many years
very happy but with no children ... just a dog
and they accepted that
however, their destiny would take a dark turn
on a secret mission Albert is murdered
he is set on fire and is burnt to death
and is sent to Hell
where he makes a deal with the Devil
he agrees to become the creature Hell Spawn
and returns to earth after five years
he wanders confused and haunted by flashbacks
his body covered in scars
he finds out that Wanda has remarried
his friend Terry, he visits their home in disguise
and becomes their protector
only because of Wanda ... who later gives birth to twins
Spawn becomes a cruel, sadistic anti-hero
and has battles with Heaven, Hell, and Earth
his suit is made of Necroplasm from the fires of Hell
and his massive flowing red cape ... his protective wings
his huge right and left legs are heavily armored
a mask covers his burnt deformed face
he is a dark force with superhuman strength
immortal, skilled fighter, demonic, healer, mind controller
Spawn helps Terry when he is trouble with the CIA
he finds their daughter Cyan when she goes missing
he donates money anonymously to the hospital
where Wanda is creating a children's wing
he has battles on Earth, Heaven and Hell
those battles far to numerous to be retold here or
to list in this poem but they are many, many
oh, beware for Hell Spawn dwells here on earth
when God informs Spawn that Wanda is dead
and in Hell ... he goes back to Hell to save her
and her unborn child who are being held by Satan
their only chance is if he trades his protective suit
does he ?
his earthly grave is empty .. his wife terrified of him
for he is truly a dark spawn of the Devil
but, somewhere in his fragmented memories is love
for his wife Wanda
_________________
March 28, 2023
Written for the contest, Spawn
sponsor, Robert James Liguori
You probably feel like the world is against you.
This letter is for that young woman from fifty years ago.
She was eighteen years old; that was me. I experienced those feelings back then, and as I look back through a reverse mirror of time, I realize that while the societal context may have changed, the emotions and struggles I faced remain relevant. They highlight enduring themes like resilience and identity.
Individual experiences are crucial; they illuminate broader issues and provide vital insights into the historical context that informs today’s discussions. Focusing on the past is essential for understanding present challenges—it doesn’t hinder progress; it fuels it. By sharing my narrative, I hope to empower young women and inspire them to recognize the connections between the past and the present as they forge their paths.
Forget about your looks; they will come in time. Look around you; it’s all about visualizing what Mother Nature can do. The potential is there, but you may struggle to understand how to harness it. I assure you that you can profit from the land. Those wild aloe stalks you see are just the beginning. In fifty years, they will be showcased in the beauty industry.
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By 2025, it will cost millions of dollars and be an essential ingredient in most facial products aimed at reversing the aging process. Unlike Rihanna Fenty's product line which focuses on a variety of products, this is about using all-natural ingredients from the land. This was us against the world, and here I am today, looking back in time to see your reaction as you read this letter.
People may laugh at you now, but you will strive to embody the beauty of a goddess. Even as I write this narrative letter to you, I still feel your pain. People back then were afraid of the unknown; we were not. We were wise and adventurous.
Be brave, be strong, and remember that you are sheltered under the blood of Jesus. Read Psalm 91 daily.
"Nothing may hide from the hidden."
- Japanese Proverb
1.
Gulliver's God Goes Silent
Sir Johnathan's Lilliputians assumed
Gulliver's watch to be his personal god,
Observing how seldom he took action
Without first consulting it.
Time has come to be the Tyrant God of our frenzied Age;
The One Who Harries
The mass of us from here to there, and back again
Crying down the faithful to the terrible slippage
The relentless loss of minutes, hours and days,
Unreclaimable all,
Shouting to us from our wrists, our walls and all things electric
The message of incompletion,
Things undone and lost
In the unstoppable flood that sweeps us along
Carrying all we think we know
Towards some great, invisible, communal Terminus.
The acolytes' wishes are served,
In serving one so like ourselves
Serving those unsatisfied by any sacrifice.
The call comes in late September;
A doctor's voice informs me
Of a tale mad cells are telling
Gathering deep within;
An aimless tide of their lives just beginning
To flourish sans form or purpose
Bringing destruction to the temple they occupy
Through sheer abundance.
That was when, for the first time,
My part in the steady move towards the Terminus
Loomed clear and certain in my sight,
Joining the strong knowledge of my heart.
A fluid anxiety filled me,
Running shapeless and invincible
I felt, somehow, like drowning -
So it was as another Summer gathered itself up for its death
I checked into the hospital
To be dropped into chemical oblivion
Laid out like an offering
To the spirits of Blood and Mystery
Reading my organs through greengloved hands,
Interpreting the language of manic cells.
Skin peeled back like pages of a book
I lay captive in the sleep of Lethe
As they read the script writ in red within
Making decisions
Correcting errata.
The god on the wall
Moved his hands in passing across his face,
But not for me.
Grace
is not the rather loose reputed love of choice
after natural laws of Earth's justice have been primally satisfied.
Nor is Mercy,
her sister,
a gratuitous co-passionate remainder,
icing on the after thought of justice cake,
after having had Her revengeful way
for sins of our enslaving Fathers.
Rather,
Earth's nature-spirit laws
for protecting nutritional rights and equity
are the evolving justice of last resort
when intrinsic co-empathic trusting grace
has been rejected too often already
within some connecting string of incarnation,
some sacred identity we might and could love
as organically transcendent life itself.
The primary health role of nature's nutritional law,
protection against ecocidal toxins,
security from anthroprivileged injustice,
absence of co-empathic therapeutic trust
as presence of community co-immunity,
is to support effective deep meaningful anticipation,
and not over-reactive wide purposeless anxiety,
toward full development of richly resonant transgenerational relationships,
political and economic musecology.
As a materialistic, yet healthy-social, song and dance species,
we have spent far too much energy
on advocating the triumph of just political relations,
rather than justly cooperative and inclusive economic co-ownership,
rooted in co-empathic gratitude
through listening to and with suffering oppressed fractured species,
stories speaking to our own compassionate voices within,
advocating for future generations of EarthTribe peace.
When our relationship with EarthTribe's Commons
is more about protection from material harm
than loving sustained healthy relationships
rooted in natural-physical
organically inter-religioning
co-infested gratitude for compassion
and outraged attitude against Othering dispassion,
then we are significantly inside and outside the comfort range
of thermodynamic balance,
co-arising trust,
where Grace deteriorates into BadKarma
and restores into GoodKarma
as decomposition informs gratitude's re-incarnate potential
Grace's wealthy step-sister room
for Mercy's further transgenerational
trans generational
transgene rational healthy growth.
Beauty,
like Truth
with Integrity,
is better seen
than told.
Is healthier discovered
than overstated bold.
I need to discover
communion with trees
as good and faithful Elder neighbors.
I prefer to grow them from hazel nuts
and peach pits
and apple seeds.
To notice these young
until old enough to shade me
and provide nurturing fruit,
to boldly slow down
Earth's too-winded voices.
I want to rediscover
childlike communion,
ancient innocence
of therapeutic mutual insurance,
Discovery
for discovery's cooperative entertainment sake
alone
yet also health discovery
rediscovering together.
Like infants
learning how to see again
because we were too blinded
by birth just yesterday
to understand differences
between cooperative multigenerational beauty
and competing monocultural ugly,
between discovering Truth sight
and healthing sounds,
choice winds and climate voices
and False unhealthy pathologies,
tsunamis,
HisACanes.
Promise of long-term ego adventures
yet without even active hope
for short-term healthing powers
of ecobeauty's entertaining ventures.
Beauty,
like Truth
and CooperativeInvestment Integrity,
told boldly polypathic,
yet also seen healthy
and heart wealthy polyphonic,
both inside ego-climates
and outside Beauty
as Truth-Integrity.
We notice NegativEnergy
with secular grief.
But integrate how it also boldly informs
sacred gratitude
through PositivEnergy Democracy focus
on beautiful nutritious Truths
and truthful healthing Beauties.
Like trees,
and innocent children,
and rainbows.
Beauty greets
true integrity
when outdoors,
like indoors,
not only looks and sounds restorative,
but also smells
and tastes
nutritiously ego-ecotherapeutic.
Like Mother Trees
and DNA nuts and RNA seeds,
octave-fractal rainbows,
double-binding
bleeding-breeding
YangHere with YinNow.
Beauty,
like healthy Truth
with wealthy Integrity,
is better seen
than told,
and self-predicted,
predicated,
propogandized,
propagated.
True integrity
is healthier discovered,
and outside awed,
than overstated boldly
inside voices
gossiping just among ourselves.
Journey Journal Page
A.I. BEAUTY
By Leon Enriquez
A compelling form:
Art by new means comes
In a causal norm
As beauty now sums
Charm that thus informs
A candid road bump
Light pixels now tint
Allure and fine shades
Colours etch new mint
In charming new trade
As warm visual hints
Convey lot man-made
~~~~~~~~~
Visual media facts
A certain sure poise
Defines a bold tact
Mimics nature’s voice
Lovely light enacts
Volition by choice
What you now can see
Is awesome visage
A crisp certainty
In rites of passage
Fantastic beauty
In thrilling message
~~~~~~~~~
And yet the picture
Sparkles deficit
Incomplete fixture
In movement tacit
That vibrant texture
Flings soul debit
Too good to be true
A picture perfect
Finesse right on cue
Flawless on neglect
Beyond me and you
In stance and in slack
~~~~~~~~~
A.I. Beauty glows
To mock mortal flaws
To argue and show
Human nature raw
As time ever knows
Our corrupt sure thaw
Yes look now and see
The real from the fake
Brisk passing beauty
That nature re-makes
Recycle and be
Earth gives and then takes
~~~~~~~~~
So let change reveal
How time brings on fate
No need to conceal
Destiny and state
Appoint death’s goodwill
Beyond Use By Date
So take the high road
To live your fine spark
With soul and with load
To draft your own mark
Here as time thus goads
Sing you spirit lark
~~~~~~~~~
Let the truth guide you
As you take your place
Mortal fest on cue
With your changing face
Fashion in fond due
Your passion and space
Pixels and tints draw
Upon nature’s grace
In heat and in thaw
Know your time and place
New or old or raw
Here and Now dare face
~~~~~~~~~
Look to true beauty
What nature now shows
In pause or tarry
Where your life path flows
With change you ferry
To live life you know
In imperfect form
Lives undying soul
Astound the brisk norm
As you glimpse true whole
Concord despite storms
Describes pole to pole
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 January 2024
Singapore
One
Chloee? Yes Reginald!
Why do they call us Dachshunds, Wiener Dogs?
Maybe they call you a Wiener Reginald!
You cut me off at the legs with that one Chloee!
Two
Chloee? Yes Reginald! Have you ever smelled mothballs.
No Reginald it's too difficult to spread their tiny legs.
My that was a low blow Chloee. You wish Reginald, you wish!
Three
Reginald? Yes Chloee! I was at the park with my owner playing
Frisbee. As I watched the Frisbee I wondered why it was getting
bigger and bigger as it came towards me than it hit me.
Four
Chloee? Yes Reginald!
I was just lying down in the park the other day watching a Labrador
chasing his tail an' I thought ain't that amazing how easily amused
Labradors are! Then I realized I was watching the Labrador chase his tail.
Five
Reginald? Yes Chloee! I've written a poem it goes like this.
"Roses are red. Violets are blue. Some poems rhyme. And some don't!"
Six
Chloee? Yes Reginald! I was at a restaurant, I ordered a chicken sandwich,
but I don’t think the waitress understood me. Because she said,
“How would you like your eggs?” So I tried to answer her anyhow. I said,
“Incubated! And then raised, and then beheaded, and then plucked,
and then cut up, and then put onto a grill, and then put onto a bun.
Damn! It’s gonna take a while. I don’t have time. Scrambled!”
The Finale
A Dachshund walks under a bar. I mean walks into a bar. Goes to the
bar and sits down. Asks the bartender "can I have a Budweiser Light
Beer" the bartender serves him and informs him "that will be seven dollars".
The Dachshund pays. The bartender keeps looking at the Dachshund.
Finally the Dachshund yells "What?" The bartender explains "no I'm
sorry we just never get Dachshunds in this bar." The Dachshund replies
"I'm not surprised...at seven dollars for a beer..."
The Encore
Reginald? Yes Chloee! When you cut your nails, do you file them?
Yes Chloee as a matter of fact I do! Pity! I just throw mine out!
Curtains!
01~10~2015
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