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Land of the free.? Are there any there brave? Anyone who
Will stand and some decency save? Instead of dishing out
Punishment..' instead of dealing marked cards..'
Why not study your constitution.? Maybe its not that hard?
Could there be generosity? In your political home? To me
That seems probable.? Yet its you who must own.! Own
All posibilitys.! may America stand tall.! Pardon for our
Hero let it echo through your halls.' Recognise that our
Julian for human dignity stood." A pardon might restore
Americans faith? In basic good.' Let your eagle of destiny
Out of the cage..That shouuld never have been fashioned
Let your legend have range.' May God bless Ameicans
Who give ear to my call.' Sons and daughters of liberty
I'll salute you one and all.!
Begins with Rupert Bear,
Until that was found too square;
Then Just William came on the scene,
But soon became a childish has-been.
Youth-filled reading,a melanged mix,
Biggles & squadron,sixty-six;
The hero,Algy & Ginger against the hun,
Adventures that made him number one.
Onto Enid's Famous Five,
Long before PC, could deprive;
Julian,Anne George & Rick
In books,fast moving and slick.
Growing into mid-teens,
And weekly,Hollywood magazines;
Adolescence & steamy Jansen,
As puberty surfaced,so sudden.
The adult library then opened wide,
Answering questions,none could hide;
So many books read,good,poor & rotten,
MInd-blowing but ,so cosmopolitan.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
I saw them moving from place to place, looking for a brand new face
But nothing could click for they were way out of line from the distance embedded in the skies and the stars were moving in a straight line.
Morning greets me with a bang and the universe stood up in front of me like a living man, I confront it with all the energy I have and in minutes it had to comply and the temperature cools down and saturate the heat that was spreading around they suddenly left the town.
Show me the axe that is swirling around the tree, show me the ice that is melting at a hundred degrees, the glaciers are moving from land to sea and big chunk of it shapes your destiny, it is cooling the surface of the earth but in twelve years’ time it will melt down in the dirt and the rivers will meet with the seas.
I kept watching that line and I have noticed something divine, it goes back to the tenth century when boulders on earth were mingling and shifting with the dirt and cavemen dug wells deep inside the earth searching for treasures that leads into waters and the passage of time kept reminding me of the lines. It was the birth of the Julian calendar and the dominance of the lead and iron aged, and the rise of the Chinese Song dynasty. Oh what mystery is tied up in history?
Lines of all shapes, texture and colors are moving in different directions in the earths center there is no imaginary line around the equator, there is nothing standing between us and there is nothing that can separates us, there is just one giant mass around us and the sun and the moon are behind us.
The morning traffic kept rumbling around the town in lines that are profound, they lead from the center of the skies and connects with the age old deity that hold up the corner of the earth and the wisdom of mankind blazes through the sky and the stars falls in place before they start the big race. Get
connected with the lines in the skies before the universe dies.
Continuation of Brodsky’s History of the Twentieth Century
1918. A flu pandemic in Spain takes hold,
From Kansas over the seas in America bold,
Women’s suffrage win the vote,
Their opinion is not remote,
Russia switches from the Julian calendar,
To the Gregorian, the west’s larder,
Russia agrees the world war to leave,
To forsake the German swastika sleeve,
UK navy air flying squad merges with RAF,
To make one dynamic force, to the Nazi’s deaf,
The Finnish civil war ends which did distract,
Germany away from their vile, aggressive act,
Nazareth and Forest of Argonne battles won,
Allied forces break the Hindenburg line rung,
The First World War ends with freedom standing,
Democracies will liberate and love undemanding,
Austria, Czech, Hungary become Republics grand,
A peace conference is held in Paris’s free land.
The man of the year is William C “Billy” Durant,
The founding owner and President of General Motors,
He engineers automobiles with speed, at some current,
Like sliced bread off a line to be given coasters.
(Billy Durant)
After Billy bought Chevrolet motors,
Of Delaware, to take the market’s rotors,
He made its head into a new entity,
In General Motors company identity,
But this man, called Pierre S DuPont,
Stole his presidency with great foe,
So this chief man Billy bought bowling alleys,
But died unknown to his lucrative days:
But Durant asserted in money terms our friend,
Technology, after which the war did quickly end.
Reference: History of the Twentieth Century by Joseph Brodsky
To paraphrase George Lakoff, and maybe Mihalyi Csikszentmihalyi,
and maybe Julian Jaynes,
and possibly Gregory Bateson,
and Laura Brown,
and then there was systemic
co-passionate
Game Theory
Nurturing empathy is the only doorway through
wealthy LeftBrain Deductive
and healthy RightBrain Inductive
nondual co-arising communication
Whether the context is Win v Lose debate,
Either This EgoYangElite Or That EcoYin-NotYetElite,
or Win+Win YangCrown+YinRoot dialogue,
both competition and cooperation
rely on polypathic positive
and pathological negative
eumemic co-intelligence.
Some hybrid of Win v Lose LeftBrain verbal-cognitive
and Win+Win RightBrain nonverbal-intuitive
struggling oppositionally bipolar against
and/or streaming appositionally dipolar with
Positive anticipation
does not prefer struggling oppositionally against
consumed by WinnerMe v LoserThey survival strategies,
far short of co-empathic WinMe + WinWe
thriving co-relationships.
These two,
W(-L) and W(+W),
Y(-X) and Y(+Y),
U(-C) and A(+G),
1(-0) and 0(+1)
dialectical discernment evolutions
favor co-empathically trusting resonance,
compassionate pleasure plans,
resilient cobinary designs,
re-ligiously healthy policies,
therapeutic procedures,
democratic Original Intent
bicamerally co-intelligent
Friends unconditionally extending relationships
co-empathically trusted and trusting
as kind Kin
To regenerationally thrive
in Earth's cobinary fractals of enlightenment
Mutual empathy,
not partisan enmity
is our constitutionally protected,
eumemically healthy democracy
trusting regenerative communication
Not mistrusting degenerative dis-communication
negatively
anxiously expecting further WinnerMe v LoserThey
survivalist anthropocentric presumptions,
protecting upper-caste privilege.
Follow Gaia's Hypothetical light,
in ecological dialects
prefers following our most empowering
economic minds
and political bodies
back toward cooperatively healthy roots
and wealth-flowering crowns.
My skin is aching,tender, loss has pierced
My heart needs walls, its boundary has gone
I miss the touch of love from him so dear
A belt of metal pins brought me tears
Why suffer this till I am quite undone?
My skin is aching,tender, by loss pierced
We forget that grief is close to fear
Then alone, we panic, what’s to come?
I ache without the love from him so dear
Psychotic with no unity, who steers?
My head is so remote,I have no plan
My skin is aching,tender, by loss pierced
Cursed be the One who made our sphere
Since Eden went,by so called sin undone
I ache without the love from someone dear
I should get my cell, like Julian
Hide inside the church wall, will Love come?
My skin is aching,tender, loss has pierced
Uncaressed by him whom I held dea
Fellow prisoners..For such are we all. Our will contained
At the very least, in the body of flesh, our time being as
Long as it takes, for as long.? Or short as it is! Or maybe
You are in a prison of concrete; and steel? Like Julian' or
So many others? (falsley convicted as were the postal
Cerks.!!) Who worked under the crown emblem..Such a
Great branding..? Or are you in hospital, a victim of a bad
Accident? Or a casualty of malicious actions maybe you
Were coerced into the plan of the jabs-worthy's? And
You are under assault by sickness and regret.?? Yet all
Of us in many aspects are prisoners..The only true way
To freedom is through entering into Gods Kingdom..'
The only gate being Jesus, from whom all good things
Come' may the reader of this text be blessed with true
Discernment and a clear mind, amen and amen.!
Julian Assange
Jailed the other day- Julian Assange,
under arrest in London after years hiding, and
living in the London Embassy of Ecuador for seven years.
It all came with a cost- this Wikileak hacking thing . . .
Austrian born, intelligent and a big dreamer, he
now, faces extradition to the USA and could face life or death.
An advocate for freedom and transparency he claims,
secret documents and thousands of private emails leaked,
seems to me he wasted his life . . .
Assange was a good looking man once and now reduced to just old and sickly,
and for me he is no hero- for no one is above the law.
Nothing is more precious than freedom and he threw his away, just weak and
grey-haired now (Julian was it worth the price) but I read in the news
extradition to the US could take years and years . . .
____________________________
April 14, 2019
Poetry/Acrostic/Was It Worth The Price
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1134-619-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
There once was a woman named Mabel
Who lived in a house with a stable.
She wanted a horse,
But since her divorce,
To afford one she just wasn’t able.
She had an idea for a cable
Which might bring enough cash to enable
Her life to change course
And she knew just the source,
So she laid her plan out on the table.
She contacted Julian Schnabel
And asked if perhaps he was able
To help her endorse,
By using his force,
Her product, which needed a label.
He agreed and how lucky was Mabel
When Amazon offered her cable!
She purchased her horse,
Which sounds crazy, of course,
But this story is only a fable.
The Blue Sapphire Necklace
was a priceless heirloom
passed down for three
generations.
Arthur and Ella Vance
cherished the gem, keeping
it locked safety away from
sight.
Their closest friend, Julian
Croft, visited often but secretly
craved its immense wealth.
Julian sank deep into gambling
debt, desperate for a way to save
his reputation.
One stomy evening, he broke
into the Vance estate wearing
gloves and a mask.
Arthur caught him in the
study, resulting in a violent
and fatal struggle.
Ella ran to the hallway to
scream for help, but Julian
silenced her too.
He ransacked the mansion
from top to bottom, tearing
through every drawer and cabinet.
To his absolute horror, the hidden
wall safe was completely empty
and wiped clean.
Julian fled into the rainy night
empty- handed, leaving no physical
evidence behind.
The double murder shocked
the community, and the case
went cold for a year.
Julian slowly began to think
he had committed the absolute
perfect, untraceable crime.
The breakthrough came when
Julian hosted a lavish anniversary
party at his new home.
Guests admired his sudden
wealth, unaware of the darkness
funding his lifestyle.
His unsuspecting wife walked
down the grand stairs, dazzling
the crowded room.
Around her neck gleamed
the unmistakable, legendary
blue gemstone of the Vance
family.
A retired police detective
among the guests immediately
recognized the stolen heirloom.
Julian had hidden the jewelry
inside an antique grandfather
clock he stole that night.
He thought the police would
never check the hollow casing
of the wooden clock.
The necklace was finally
recovered, and Julian was
led away in handcuffs for
murder.