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Evangelical fundamentalists,
whether Christian or Islamic or Zionist or Atheist or...
turn away from gospel culture and culturally contextualized scripture
inspired by a God/dess of liberal multicultural divine love,
synergy,
regeneration,
grace,
gratitude for and of secular/sacred
nature/spirit bilateral integrity.
Evangelical chauvinists
would return back into Elite color-blind
egocentric
competitive monocultural self-promotion--
a viral xenophobic cult
nihilistically expired
by an anti-historical Negative Thunder God
of jealous retribution,
anthrocentric self-righteous violence,
punishing judgment against multiculture-loving self with elder others,
isolating evolutions
heading toward a decomposing chaotic PlanetEarth anger and fear
fascist dark-rapture hate-mongering
burning and ballistic climates
of pathological hell's eternal violently punishing capital-infested
not so Great GreyScale Devolution.
Because orthodox sacred theology
is more love-consistent with basic secular ecological interdependence,
we would be healthier graced
to exercise more conservative recycling passions
about what we PositivEnergy multiculturally hope for,
have more liberating faith in,
love with lavish green liberally nutritious integrity
more than stuck in greyscale shades of redblooded nationalism
Exegetical extract and hoard ecopolitics
of monoculturally bloated and addictive mendacity.
Evangelical cooperative Earth-ownership democrats
would turn toward GreenGospel MultiCultures
and historically informed Wisdom Literature
co-arising divinely inspired orthodox Love scripture
and DNA secular/sacred health inscription,
climate nurturing love,
synergetic wealth,
graced integrity.
A God/dess of infinite Love
could not support monocultural chauvinism.
S/he leaves that SuperElite agenda
for the wrong Fear and Anger secularists,
mendacious Hate marketers,
paranoid patriarchal reductivists.
- No - Strings - Attached -
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lately i have become aware
i was wrong thinking i am just me
there are lines above my head, a pair
someone's controlling me for a fee
the marketers with their advertising machines
run us all, apparently and do so continually
they do so on walls or surfaces using screens
everything we think is fed to us intentionally
no matter what your cause is it's them pulling the strings
wether you are for or against or anywhere in between
they write all of the scripts and the conflict that it brings
if you like oil, the cash it makes or chose to be green
trust me you're their puppet your speaking from their script
it has been ingrained in your brain since your first day
give them a child 'till he's five he's theirs he's been snipped
even at the park - slide, swing or climb it's their way
not you! right?somehow they missed your unique behind
you're wrong they got you too, always no matter where you sit
no one escapes the adjustment made to their mind
the world is a stage and we merely the puppets on it
26~12~2014
Sponsor: John lawless
Contest Name: PUPPETS
It is easy to see,
or difficult,
I might agree,
What Trumpian WhiteHouse competitions
for nationalistic power
teach us about more transparent cooperation
we might wisely hope for next.
Democratic rational ecopolitical restorations
for healing climates,
as ecologically green outside
as resilient ultra-violet inside
MotherEarth's enlightening
re-enchanting theology.
Competing ego-systems
could not have evolved
WhiteHouse manifest human natural destiny
of courageously enchanted
and curiously disenchanting spirits
had we never known cooperative re-associating soul
and soil history of light
absorbing water flowing nutrients.
Enchantment
cooperatively inducing nurturing instincts
disenchanted
disassociated from supreme EgoCentral
RightWing re-associating resilient re-enchantment
with competing Left
cooperating sacred Right
deduced/induced multiculturing intelligence,
resonance,
dipolar assonance,
creative regeneration of cooperative ownership
for truly democratic empowerment,
enlightenment
re-enchantment with everyday cooperators.
For our healthier future
we do not invite self-marketers
of nationalistic isolationism
and lack of experience
with muticultural co-governance
So, we do invite advocates
for constitutional cooperative ownership
with sacred MotherLand's ecotherapeutic climate
of co-present responsibility--
Internally induced nutritional intelligence
creating networks of exterior UltraNonViolet empowerment--
2020 local through global cooperative
ecofeminist with allies
co-redeeming revolution--
WinLose survival revival
of WinWin humbling choice
for ego-ecothrival.
It sucks...
The batteries in my mouse are dead and abused
the charge expelled from too much random use,
I should ,I guess
be more grateful of that which with I'm blessed.
It sucks...
The corn and sunflowers once tall and beautiful
lay on the ground pressed down by heat and rain
while bills arrive each and every day still dutiful
as the checkbook balance gets lower than its gain.
It sucks...
The squirrels took a bite out of all my tomatoes,
and the squash rot draws the flies
the carrots and radishes hide like potatoes
what did I do wrong and why?
It sucks...
The bees buzz doesn't come to flower anymore.
the butterflies flit and flutter hurriedly away
standing looking out the back door
the neighborhood gets more quiet every day.
It sucks...
The rose petals fall and not a bud remains
the baby birds have all flown the nests
when winds and clouds shed torrential rains
as every heart tries to handle the Covid tests.
It sucks...
Summer burning, humidity unbearable
and sequestered here at home
marketers call on the phone hysterical
and tv is the same old movies while I'm home alone.
It sucks...
Being young and foolish, taking too long to grow,
getting old comes too fast and time grows shorter in truth,
everything just sucks you well know
even children long to go back to school forsooth.
It sucks ...
The man up on the hill is such a fool
never recognizing anyone else's need
it sucks that he isn't very well schooled
as American history is on its knees and bleeds,
Random Thoughts on things that suck
- big time
for Kai Michael Neumann's contest
It Sucks
Ecologically resilient health
and WinWin spiritual fueling economic development
and biologically transforming nature,
Combined with reflection
deflection
inflection of our personal
and economic
and political health v pathology experiences,
Recouple complex metaphors
of green commonsense
inviting a resilient ZeroZenZone case
for health benefits
of planting and harvesting basic humane-divine communion values.
Health allegories and gospel wealth parables
need not autonomously rely on sacred principles
equating blind faith with good faith.
Reassociating non-sectarian positive faith
with active sectarian research for healthy development
of significant positive and negative correlating trends,
appositions and oppositions,
invite regenerative climate healing
especially for remaining secular dominant skeptics,
anti-sectarian nihilists,
LoseSacred and LoseSecular paranoid sociopathologists,
conspiracy theorists,
God is an AngryWhiteWesternMan wounded children
and our fundamentally mistaken keepers,
zealous nature v spirit terrorists,
anti-theological bullies,
healthy climate haters, deniers, fear-mongerers,
self-righteous war marketers and managers and magnates and magnets
Dismissing lists of positive health values
like smiling
and kindness
as weak love tools
for marginalized tender trans- and pangenders
and cooperatively misguided souls
Longing for ecologically resilient health
and WinWin spiritual-economic development
and transformative belonging nature.
acoustic guitar in his hands
with hair falling down or
shoegazing with tight black jeans or
black leather, his
bulge showing,
thick, long,
like a python growing &
slinking down his inner thigh
&
sweat rolling down or
perhaps the oil that gets sprayed on
him by the cronies trying to market him
like PEZ,
straddling his Les Paul
like it was an eager Friday night groupie or
riding his Fender as if he thought it was his
last night before a 10 year stint &
her heart beats like a Labor Day parade drum
roll, eyes wide like she’s been chomping on
black beauties (as if they were M & M’s)
all early morn,
nipples hard, moist down below, vein pumping
in her neck with the need to
grind out her own satisfaction---
so she worships at the alter of the man &
another ticket’s been sold.
strutting in tight jeans that hug the curves or
tight lycra, tight mini skirt, tight
anything
that pulls right up, leaving nothing to the
imagination, with
breasts heaving,
hips swaying,
coated in oil (showered on her by the PEZ
marketers),
lips dripping lip gloss &
a Lez Paul between her legs,
or a microphone gripped tight in her hands
bringing it up to her mouth,
she stares back at him with the bass
pounding into his brain---
he is sprung & hard as a rock,
vein in his neck pulsating in rhythm with
the bass,
wanting nothing more than to
consummate his craze
by climbing up on stage---
so he is devoted to her every word,
bathing in idolatry &
another ticket’s been sold.
Steve Jobs, Apple’s Core
By Rick Rucker
I heard it, while driving home today,
I started crying, I shouted “No Way!”
The man that changed the World of Today,
Lost his battle, He has gone away,
He made the World of Tech very cool,
And other marketers, appear the fool,
I carry with me a smart phone,
And I am not alone,
A telephone of Today,
It is my computer, when I am Away,
I can check my stocks,
It even plays music that Rocks,
And, with just a tap,
I can buy another “app,’
He designed the iPad,
The best computer that some have had,
He managed the design of the Mac,
It changed our World to Technicolor, from Black!
I am an artist, so you know,
That for graphics, it was where I had to go,
With a PC, a troubled course I had to find,
My Mac just seems to read my Mind,
Steve saw the World in a different Way,
In 1984, he freed the World from Gray!
They said that Steve was tough,
Those that crossed him found it rough,
Despite their heartfelt pleas,
He brought Mickey Mouse, and his minions, to their knees!
Because he would not bend,
They saw themselves at The End,
In what seemed quite a shock,
They gave Steve almost all their stock,
All he had to give?
His animation, that let them live!
The World grew a little colder today,
Because Steve Jobs went away,
His company still carries the same name,
But, it was him that brought it fame,
And, I might say more,
Steve Jobs was Apple’s Core!
11/10/10
How can people think of children
as a commodity that they can buy or sell.
These are the people that should rot in hell.
There are women who get pregnant to make a living
They feel they have nothing in their lives worth giving.
Then here come the marketers-that with
Others their information they’ll share.
They find out from buyers what they want
In a child, and if they want it quick
Or can they wait a while.
If they want any child they can
Supply on on the spot.
Any particulars will take a little longer
And the price becomes harder and the
Search becomes stronger.
These marketeers have an underground
World Wide Web- supply and demand
Stays in their head.
These children are just figures on a tally sheet
The money they make, just can’t be beat.
Some children may find a good home
And possibly a good life- but the majority
Of them become sacrificed.
Put into slavery and prostitution at a very young age
Some are even locked up like animals in a cage.
No love, no schooling and very little to eat
A found dirty candy bar, is a fantastic treat.
Now starts another vicious cycle of this unending chain
Older kids preying upon younger children- just to survive.
This is the truth my friend- this is no lie.
Will any of these children be saved?
I don’t know ! But we’ll take it day by day
The nation in question is a world largest oil exporter
It citizens is be deprived of what she has
Involuntarily long queues from night
In petrol stations till dawn outside the same stations
Makes the danfo drivers angry and happy with price hike
Who will be sorry for the stranded commuters
Is it the profitless street sellers
Or the red hotted conductors?
You then see a divided country
Each citizen angry with and harmless to the government
Frustrated citizens walk miles to chase Molues
No one cares for the other the aim is to get home
Though some do, the poor ones.
Who says it only touches the proletariat
Even the rich are touchable
You will see big fat men exercising in their cars
Suffering from the traffic jam created at the stations.
Who will condole with the cying lady
That cannot manouvre due to her twisted hand
And clucth ridden legs?
A country were urchins
Take to the streets as black marketers
The hoarding stations having collaborated
With them sell the gold four times its price
All moneyed men will buy from the law breakers
The owners says it is due to vandalism
What a suitable lie
For it is likely that the political skirmishes
Has reined on the innocent citizens
Even our eight year leader
Will not address us on the issue
Who says it this is not a dividend?
I say it is.
On the first day of Chanukah
my true love sent to me
A Zionist in a pear tree
On the second of Chanukah
y true love sent to me
Two free- marketers
and a Zionist in a pear - tree
On the third day of Chanukah
my true love sent to me
Three democratic socialists
Two free - marketers
and a Zionist in a pear tree
On the fourth day of Chanukah
my true love sent to me
Four moderate democrats
Three Democratic Socialist
Two free - marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
On the fifth day of Chanukah
my true love sent to me
five Republican operatives
Four moderate democrats
Three Democratic Socialist
Two Free Marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
On the sixth day of Chanukah
My true love sent to me
Six ultra - liberals
Five Republican operatives
Four moderate Democrats
Three Democratic Socialist
Two free-marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
On the seventh day of Chanukah
My true love sent to me
7 Independents
6 ultra -liberals
Five Republican operatives
Four moderate Democrats
Three Democratic Socialist
Two free marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
On the eighth day of
My true love sent to me
8 Free Thinkers
7 Independents
6 Ultra Liberals
Five Republican operatives
Four Moderate Democrats
Two free marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree