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Without doubt true,
and yet too redundantly lectured,
especially to our young of body and mind,
the virtual world is not reality.
And yet,
Elders seldom hear
when youngsters pout back
what must equally be true,
Earth's reality is no longer devoid
of virtual communicating worlds
without so many competitive walls
to hinder cooperative re-education
about mutual relationships
between polynomial information trends
and polypathic energy economies
and polyphonic co-relational politics,
all networks for off-line Earth's reality
and on-line virtual ego/eco-centering systems.
The story of information systemic regeneration
reweaves Earth's creation story of Gaian Cooperative Hypotheses
knowing we are already a cooperatively intended democracy
living in diverse locations,
identifiable 4D geometrically revolving spacetime locations
emerging from advents of fertile prehistoric winters
producing reborn ecopolitical springs,
diastatically mature summers of healthy wealth revolutions,
harvesting AutumnElders of poly-nutritional wisdom,
restored in understories
of Yin's first and last winter blanket;
egocentering processors
re-aligning with eco-centered Earth's fractal-regenerate realities,
virtual on-line
as 4D cooperative off-line.
Without doubt also true,
and yet too redundantly gamed and networked,
especially by our young of bodyminds
with bilaterally thinking spirits,
Earth's reality includes on-line virtual cooperatives
and off-line ecological Tipping Points,
climate change
as both potentiality
of cooperative health
and WinLose reality
for competing flesh and blood pathologies.
Truths,
1 is always positive or negative in Earth's metric LeftBrain languages,
just as timeless 0s are both/and equivalent notnot double-bound with 1
co-binary RightBrain balance,
virtual-digital and historic-analogical waves
between past and future,
tipping toward co-present.
Empty Speeches
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
Gone are the columns, gone is the crowd
Just twenty thousand, shouting loud
Gone is the hope, debt was the change
Stale words remain, empty and strange
The air is filled with Biden baloney
He pleads the case for a liberal crony
Praises a job well done, but not complete
In anger cajoles voters to not unseat
Introduced with great pomp and circumstance
We hear of one who will give us a chance
Then strutting to the stage with toothy grin
He tells us about Republican sin
“It’s not my fault the economy is bad
But if not for me, it would be real sad”
Nothing new, we’ve heard this story before
We can get the job done, but I need four more
Lectured us about what is right and fair
Let the rich pay more, they can afford to share
Didn’t hear a word about the nation's debt
But the people are asking you can bet
“I need your vote, my contract please renew”
But I ask why, you’ve told us nothing new
Mr. President, wave goodbye, run the race
But I’m voting for another in your place
All nine feet of green, moving through the reeds
Leaving around town strange packets of seeds
With a note, asking a curious deed
To till at night only, with utmost speed
Sunburn strips the magic, leaving just weeds
My Pa lectured it would never succeed
But having a number of mouths to feed
Under the moon, I planted what we'd need
For a crop to nourish, flower and breed
Townsfolk thought me foolish, would scoff and plead,
'Recover your senses; they're worthless beads!'
Yet they leapt by cresting heights to exceed
The sky's wide reach, blossoming a stampede
Of gold coins, rubies, and diamonds - indeed!
8/16/20
I have a relative who is a famous professor working at Mouse T. University
He is treated by all of the clan as an expert in cats, and he is a celebrity
It is rather amazing that a small mouse professor is an expert on cats
He secretly lived among them for twenty years down in Bat Flats
By day he acted like a cat. Wore a pair of truly plausible faux cat ears
By night, he wrote up cat habits to save mice from their feline fears.
Named professor by university after he completed seven insightful books
They were hilarious, and made cats seem like the world’s biggest schnooks
He lectured on cats all day at his job, and was paid a ridiculous amount.
The mice took meticulous notes, and made every moment of his class count.
Cats are slightly blind to the left, so always run that direction.
If you bite them on the neck, you can give them an infection.
Cats are not fond of Vicks Vapor Rub, so if you put it in their eye,
They cannot catch you today, you can skate right past, bye and bye.
Cats are easily fooled, so if you wear cat ears they won’t know…
That you are a mouse at all, they are dumb from head to toe.
He has been on the circuit, interviewed on every channel of the news.
Even the faux channel, if you happen to share educated views.
There is something that my relatives know about him -a little tidbit for fun
Professor Z. Ruff never lived among the cats and has actually never met one.
The Grinch lies exhausted at the North Pole;
tired of chasing drunk reindeer from his still.
And he's sure to be lectured by Santa;
as if it's his fault, they lick up the spill.
He thinks Santa should ride a pickup truck;
who uses reindeer and a sleigh these days?
And his cookbook, titled "How To Serve Deer,"
well, that could be taken in many ways.
It's boring acting traditionally;
a little mischief adds spice to his pluck.
But elves don't appreciate his genius,
like greasing Santa, so he won't get stuck.
Today, youngsters are much more food-conscious;
spinach and beef jerky are nutritious.
And therefore, why all the hullabaloo;
so what if candy is more delicious?
Santa, you see how it's not all his fault;
for he's being the best Grinch he can be.
And he wonders if, maybe this year, you'd
leave him a gift under the Christmas tree.
In a mist of miss-enngeneous-ness a mootness just appeared.? It was a manufactured moot type though.' In that year of twenty twenty..At a time when those with billions and much choice decided others could not have any.? Or voice.. When
A 2019 flu in laurels of death, into twenty
Twenty was for- war-word-ded.' Draped in much thespian hype.' Also we got lectured
To by experts.? Who when pressed had not a clue.? About the thing they feared.' Or about a hax-in-ation that did not yet exist..Thats when they decieved whole nations.' For it was concocted in two thousand
Seven.!!! For the dark winter war gaming
Proposed to be launched in two thousand
Eleven.'
Anyway we were being primed to absorb some real poo.' Yet a few intrepid souls stood to do, the decent thing by me and you.! Dr Mike Yeadon..Did you just think who.? Well he is just a random poor millionaire was co ceo of a firm named pfizer if to check you'll care.? This man beleived in honour and choose to step down and not endorse the ' pricks plan '
Headed soon to your world, street, or Sampan' At Great Barrington also steady hands gripped the wheel, serious academics medical proffessionals who did not want any dirt of this deal.' On the
Right side of history many doctors would
Stand at the end one hundred thousand refused ( dear friends ) to bend to fauchi and his epstein group while the rest of the world ran into the chicken coop.' Now if you feel miffed.? Perhaos angry? You have lost familiy and friends perhaps
life changing damage ( there is a villian dear friends ) its farther away and to the east its name is Russia and i'm told its a beast.!
With rich fields of minerals and farming land ' un-geo-enhanced.!!! I'll bet monsanto though has plans..? For how can you truly starve the world.? When there remains a whole country with such vast reserves.!!!
I’m too old to learn through play.
If only I’d tried to make friends as a kid.
Which I thought was a waste of time.
Now I am in this class.
Drilling it into my head.
Being lectured…
When it could have been so easy.
When it could have been so fun.
Now I am forced to explore that devastation.
That I denied when I was first diagnosed.
In this class I thought I was too good for.
Feeling haunted trying to imagine the kindness I could have learned to share.
The kindness I could have learned to see in others.
Like passing a ball back and forth.
Like learning to share for the first time.
But it’s too late to play those silly games…
Now I’m staring out the window in this boring class.
Wishing I could go back to an easier time.
The lady in red
Ah, Cristiane, so tall an elegant you are
Your dress richly red cost more than a pensioner’s yearly pay
Perfect your make-up; did you need help?
Ah, Cristine, you are so stern, a tanned gym mistress
wants us to pay our taxes on time, be modest in our pay demand
You are a Goddess and therefore pay no taxes
Ah, Cristine, I saw you once at Gar Du Nord in Paris, boarding a train
tall you were, among grey-suited men, deeply tanned your face
Your silk scarf is so colourful; who is your hairdresser?
Ah, Cristine, severely you lectured the Greeks squandering money
Demanding they pay promptly and save on social expenses.
The day you went for a holiday in the Bahamas.
You have suffered through the storms
You've widen and waddling in the rain
your hats off and your head wet and the spirits also it is in the shame
The short of being lectured and passions got you insane
For all the things that's going on and on
Or is it wrong yes it's wrong it's so wrong
all of this is found in the pouring rain
I don't even know if I can recall my own name
and why am I ashamed why am I saying this is so vain
I am still so live it that I'm standing in this rain in the pain
But you rise above it keep yourself strong
Don't worry about it place it in God's arms
and He will carry you through yes He'll bring you through
Cuz you learned the Flight of the raging Storm and the pouring rain
Those my past present and future sins
God will keep covering you over and over and over again
He will forever cover you in
The pouring rain
12/23/10
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
From anthology "Change is Going to Come"
no emotionally ecstatic experience compares
to the seminal instance
whence spermatozoa
(from profuse ejaculation) beget
the miraculous propensity
to procreate despite the steep odds
female fertility fosters potential impregnation
fusing the hereditary debt
of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness
fueling fancy free footloose fornication
prior to seminal fertilization union
sans ova doth induce fret
full ness in tandem with
diametrically opposed exultant sensations
(biologically, embryonically, microscopically,
et cetera) seismic shocks inject
when deliberate intent arises to disregard
applying prophylactics choice
plying reproductive roulette let
which analogous fruitful uterine plain
bastes the "cooking" egg omelette
which impregnation upends cessation of "self"
first and foremost asper desire to breed
wrenching role of "me" as operative
of webbed world de jure upon
consummating that most miraculous deed
necessitating yet for the fecund female relief
from messy menstrual cycle
she becomes temporarily freed
that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced
in the euphoric family, she instinctually
abides prenatal signals that heed
without feeling debased, harangued, lectured
pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast
assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously,
ineluctably, kinesthetically
lectured by elder, especially cast
in thee reel life drama, that nine months
til offspring utters initial whimper
elapses exceptionally fast
emitting a radiant golden halo wishing
to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last
ideally fully awake to the birthing process,
when juiced the first stage of maternity past
cuz every moment thee inconsolably
(perhaps colicky infant)
gets first dibs to suckle,
which round the clock nursing
consumes moments many vast.