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ALPHA BETA
As I understand it
Back in the distant past
Communication was at first, verbal
Distinct, if limited
Every tribe began with its own
Finding it a challenge across boundaries
Getting an understanding, the first step
However difficult it may have been
In delving deep into facial expressions
Just as tribes began to share stories
Kinsfolk with greater vision
Laid down a simple written code
More in glyphs than modern letters
Now established across most of the world
Of course, there are still subtle differences
Perhaps enough to make it interesting
Questioning whether a common principle applied
Revealing a basic alphabet at its core
Some solid basis to record words in writing
Twenty six or so the most popular
Understanding was now assumed
Vested in those who learned to read
Whatever their motivation
X-ray vision was not required
Youth instructed by their elders
Zest for poetry soon followed
Vaccination
I have had my second shot of the vaccine
but with some trepidation, it appears many professional people
refuse to be vaccinated.
Many say it is out of principle or a religious reason
our cleaner, who is in the Jehovah witness, refuses out of religious grounds.
I bet the cleric in the protestant church where the first
to be inoculated, because they do not believe in anything
and lives in perpetual dread of death.
Like some doctors who see their patient die, but not them,
So, they fly in small planes they are not trained for.
When the plane falls from the sky
They say “why me I´m a doctor?”
Democracy!
A name which has suffered ignominy
A sound which has become ignoble
A song which can only be hummed.
Its hotchpotch has gone through hypothesis
And its effective cause of hostilities.
Democracy!
Turned to a hopscotch
Its teaching now in heresy with people's ideas
Its flaws becoming hobby-horse in hogmanay
Higgledy-piggledy it becomes in the city,
'Cos its heyday is gone.
Democrazy it is in the hands of exponents
Like a shy with its helmsmen.
Democracy!
A noble man with no esteem
Principle with no privileges for all
Exciting story with a sad denouement
A deodorant full of irritation
Beauty, but ephemeral.
They say for every event
in your life there's a reason
A broken heart?
Unrequited love?
The emptiness might be overwhelming
surrounded by people but you feel all alone
emotionally dead
'cause your heart's desire is out of reach
and all u feel apt for is goodbye
no longer willing to go on
but if u take a step back?
You'll see that you are capable of having feelings
you might feel hurt,
you might feel alone
heaven knows, that’s what emotions entail
so push through that,
experience every emotion
embrace every moment
And when u are ready claim your life back
because satan has no right over you
it's not through his will you have made it thus far.
God is waiting for you to be still,
watch Him hold your hand
with the peace that only He can provide
He has not forsaken you,
He is waiting for you to utter the words
"I can’t do this without You"
I'm not sure what Freud's Pleasure Principle is all about,
or was about Health and Safety;
Whether it's in
or out,
Whether hedonistic
and narcissistic
or the mundane
secular
capitalist
corporate product
of efficient sexual therapy
and heartless entertainments.
Whether the Principle is applicable
only to secular masters
for optimal "sacred rights" experience
Or also accessible to sacred slaves
as our secularized vocation
to provide for our nasty property owners,
Whether it is the primary purpose
of capitalism's efficient,
if ruthlessly competitive,
corporate monocultural deformation
into post-climax apathy
and cynicism
and cruel and unusual punishments,
Yet, somehow,
as I merge into this stream
of organic fossils
still miraculously refueling,
I am sure this Pleasure Principle,
Beacon of Health and Safety Bliss,
Paradise Pursuit
Could only be entered
by those wise enough to recognize
it is cooperatively
globally
multiculturally owned,
managed interfaith communion,
interdependently experienced
and multiplied
Into raptures
of organic/cosmic
internal/external climates
of and for personal
political
economic
ecological
theological
neurological win/win Climax
Of spaciated bilateral Time
dynamically equals revolutionary bicameral Space
in NonZero-Sum
open-holistic yet still emergent
equipoise waves
of self/other co-conscious
co-passionate
co-empathic
co-intentional
co-operative comm-union comm-unication.
Well,
thanks for sharing all that.
De nada;
my Pleasure.
A petrified conjunction(?)
what a strange day...
for a martyr of missing time
born in the urn grove
among the burning embers
born on the wrong side of the tracks
what a strange day...
for an unknown hero
living in his restless chamber
his head like an ice-breaker
his uniform of ivory tears
what a strange day...
for a night in a boiler room
mais la nuit est mon amie
so let's talk about the lousy
plane crash avalanche
what a strange day...
for this nightmare paradise
la princesse est très curieuse
and her calculated motifs
like a transcription factor
what a strange day...
for this residue of a pattern
rarely essential by your knowledge
beyond the nucleotide sacrifice
of all the negated literals
there's nothing to think about
– let's eliminate the principle!
inside an empty hillside manor
of the cosmos Demiurge
in the name of all rhetoric solutions
The Birth of life
I was born by a woman, this because I`m human
and not a horse, my mother had many faults as a housewife
but she instilled in our honesty and forthrightness
and not stay silent if you have an opinion that is not what
everybody else believes, and I have followed her rules.
I happen to think that abortion is in principle a crime against
nature to end a pregnancy for any reason that is not medical.
I`m the lucky one we lived in poverty yet my mother gave me life.
When pre-born my soul had lived aeons of time and
seen how countries had withered and taken over
because people lived in luxury where wine, sex and lust was
more important than giving life
nations who had forgotten their future and imported
children from afar lands which altered a culture
and replaced it with chaos and failure.
The slave is stronger than the master.
Now it is happening again; women have been lured into
thinking that they are not equal to a man if they
bear children, which is the highest anyone can reach.
Women are our future let us not forget this simple truth.
Justice is not a statue carved in flawless stone. It breathes.
It hesitates.
It asks not only, "What happened?
" but, "Why?"
Situational ethics— the phrase arrives already accused, as though context were a conspirator and mercy a weakness.
Yet every courtroom is built upon circumstance.
The starving child and the seasoned thief may steal the same loaf of bread, but no honest juror would weigh their hearts upon identical scales.
The law seeks certainty.
Life offers ambiguity.
I have defended saints who looked like criminals, and criminals who wore the face of virtue.
Appearances have never taken an oath.
The prosecutor arranges facts like stones in a wall.
The defense reminds the court that every stone once belonged to a mountain.
There is danger, yes, when ethics bend to convenience.
But there is equal danger when justice refuses to bend at all.
For a law without compassion becomes machinery.
A conscience without principle becomes chaos.
Between those two cliffs stands every advocate, holding nothing but words, reason, and the stubborn belief that truth is seldom found at either extreme.
And when the verdict is spoken, history may judge the law, but conscience will forever judge how we arrived there.
Beneath boulders and slab, weathered and worn,
consciousness is a whisper, a clarity undistracted.
A refraction of light and sound, repeated and reborn.
Conscious yet unaware, the timeless undertow subtracted.
For this is the Ground of Being.
All conscious particulate above and below are invisible,
we are seafaring sailors of soul and free choice.
Our various solutions and resolutions are indivisible.
In Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, we rejoice.
For this is the Ground of Being.
All living and dying offer myriad paths of travail.
Beyond time and space, there is a fundamental permanence.
As creatures of longing, we hold each other in the gale.
Our love, our deepest well, illuminates our transcendence.
We are subatomic dust entangling faster than light.
Our collective dreams and memories sparkle and dazzle.
Bodhisattvas like Jesus Christ lift sufferers into sight.
But our nonlocal transpersonal synchronicity still baffles.
Episodic and spontaneous, our passions and thoughts,
this is our realm of flash and fury, our daily wakefulness.
Forces of energy and matter, the mystery hidden in quartz,
this is our realm of sand, soil, and sea, our lifelong earthiness.
Wavelength collapse turns possibility into actuality.
Deep consciousness transforms our physical world.
Spirituality grants us creative engagement with reality.
Our inner light reaches the same limits as the fabled.
For this is the God of Being.
With measured words, he speaks his mind,
A sage and thoughtful leader, one of a kind.
He listens deeply, with ears that hear,
Not to respond, but to understand, and calm the fear.
His vocabulary is sparse, yet rich in meaning,
Three words suffice: "yes" or "no", his heart keeps beating.
He stands by principle, unwavering and strong,
No mere yes-man, he speaks truth, right where he belongs.
With gentle hands, he guides, he teaches, and leads,
By example, he shows the path, where wisdom proceeds.
He respects his family, with love and with care,
Supporting his children, and his wife, with a love that's fair.
A defender of what's right, he stands tall and true,
Unwavering in his convictions, through all he'll do.
He doesn't crave acceptance, nor validation from the crowd,
His self-worth rooted deep, in values that he's proud.
He keeps his head above the noise, a steady hand,
A rock of wisdom, in a world that's often lost in sand.
He doesn't gossip, nor engage in petty strife,
But speaks with facts, and stands for truth, for life.
He's a man of integrity, with a heart that's pure,
A leader who inspires, with a spirit that's sure.
He's not swayed by emotions, nor driven by desire,
But guided by reason, and a sense of what's right and true, he aspires.
He's a protector, a provider, a guiding light,
A safe haven in the storm, a beacon in the night.
He's a man of honor, with a word that's his bond,
A promise kept, a commitment strong.
He's a wise and noble soul, with a heart that's kind,
A leader who serves, with a spirit that's aligned.
He's not seeking power, nor wealth, nor fame,
But living with purpose, with a sense of what's truly gained.
He's a man of wisdom, a leader, a guide,
A beacon of hope, in a world that's often lost inside.
He teaches by example, with a heart that's pure,
A wise and noble soul, forever secure.