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We act.
Rationally or irrationally,
logically or at random,
often intuitively.
Wise is he who considers first
the consequences of his actions.
For we do fashion our destiny,
like it or not. Then we complain,
a futility of whining,
nitpicking trivialities
fashioned by our own hand.
We oft do wrong:
For which we pay.
Then
we blame our God,
we blame our devil,
we never blame ourselves.
Society loves immorality,
it is food for the ingenious,
served so well by a mediocre media.
The gift of wisdom,
the discerning of what is right
is trampled underfoot,
much to our later dismay.
So, is this personification
of political systems?
asked the organic ecologist.
Or politicization
of intimately
yet transcendently
secular and sacred
personal economic-nutritional analysis
of health-wealth trends?
asked the macrosystemic economist,
in his rather too long projecting way
of exploring means
and medians
and in-betweens.
And both?
asked the theologian
after listening to each as Other,
DefaultNetworkAssociations (DNA)
betwixt enscriptured lines
of historical metaphonics.
Just because we do not reside together,
sharing identical labels,
need not mean we journey apart.
Just because my neighbor,
my enemy,
those I don't know,
those I fear,
former friends and family who have angered me
believe in a personal God
the Supreme Straight White Father theology
does not mean they,
like I,
can not also feel Earth's climate
like an interpersonal Gaian ecology
of healthy sacred regenerative emergence
into a win/win superlative
rapturous future life together
more healthy than residing degeneratively apart.
We all speak the same emotional language.
Humor and health, good and bad,
speaks and sings and dances and enacts
and dirges and reacts
a universal win/win,
win/lose,
lose/lose bilateral climate language;
eco-political heaven
and hell,
and all that lies more mundanely in-between
killing us climate softly.
Just as adolescent loss
of a lover to suicide
steps into an endless shaming/blaming toxic story
of depression,
ego-repression,
ecosystemic suppression
of positive affect,
of hope for healthy relationship,
of faith in wealthy resonant communication,
So too
it is not theologically
or ecologically
or ego-rationally insane
to fear,
and become angered by
genocide of our entire species
shamed by our own stubborn win/lose dissociation,
climate capital-pigheaded
stiff-necked degeneration,
rabid suicide ideation
through lack of Golden Rule Rapture,
win/win integrity,
theo-eco-ego triumphal integration.
THE MAN MADE FROM THE MASK
Why should the world be so cruel
to hide all our sighs and smiles?
Conspired course of common curtain of our faces
masked all the genre in this life's work of art:
dirges, epios and odes of poetry,
prose-like language and narrative,
then tragedies of daily dramas.
Time ticked tocked away in vignette,
the mask becomes as one with a soul,
gradually taking over the heart's geography map
but the soul owner - mankind,
the glaze of God's serenity,
resultant effect of Satan's defeat,
ceremoniously "maskified" in myriad subleties
as breath sombrely stolen silently
or ruthlessly rationally restrained.
Now, the modern man-made mask
is making it's own new breed out of mankind,
starting to conquer the heart
in this last episode of WW3
until it (the mask) becomes a norm, a life, a being.
God's last creation is being reformed.
VickWizzy.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 22nd May, 2020.
July 25 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ecclesiastes 9-12
Key Verse – Ecclesiastes 9:7… God now accepteth thy works.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ACCEPTING OUR WORKS
Praise be to God for accepting our works that are:
Righteously worthy by His mercy
Responsibly watched with His might
Rationally wrought well along His means
Rendered wisely through His Word and miracles
Rejoicingly wondrous along winsome ways midst His marvels
Ecclesiastes 10:2 Praise be to the Lord for
giving us a wise heart as we:
Testify about His gearing goad for growth’s glow
Trust His guidance and governance
Thank His guarding gentleness
Toil along His goodness
Triumph in His grace
Ecclesiastes 11:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
enabling us to rejoice in His:
Prosperous progress with His peace
Powerful presence and protection
Purposive promises of provisions
Perfect plan by His providence
Priceless and precious person
Ecclesiastes 12:1 Praise be to the Almighty for
charging us to remember Him, our Creator in the:
Days of our youth
Demands of our yoke
Duties of our yearnings
Determination of our yes
Delightfulness of our yields. Amen!
July 25, 2024
Autumn leaves fall down,
Ready, expected, aware:
You would never question the event,
Or climb a tree to pull one off,
And then place it on the ground.
So why question suffering?
A universality so common and random,
Just to be received and convincing.
Nature is natural,
Both greenery and living organisms,
So why pull them out of the world,
Away from their context - both good and bad,
To make them the the ones to blame?
Not communally, but individually,
Unknown to their surroundings inexplicably.
Evolution sets us up by time,
With nature as itself,
Not determined or bold or pointing,
But just perfect:
Interacting and relational,
Becoming better and better every day:
Stronger, more intelligent and more moral.
John Keats’ Nightingale represents nature,
Because it gives voice to that beauty and majesty,
In song, so expressive and unaffected and free,
Encouraging us to think rationally about suffering:
The bird’s music is so fair and equalising -
For anyone, open to all in its accessibility,
Allowing us to feel and think through poetry.
I had a dream a few nights ago and felt so blessed that it was just a dream.* My house was on fire and firefighters could not save it. No one's health and life were at risk nor were pets endangered because I was the only one home. Whatever possessions to be saved depended on me. I had never been in a position like that, and furthermore, I had only 16 minutes to save seven things. I whispered a prayer and began to prioritize what to leave in and what to take out. I did not have time to worry about what others would think of my choices. My 16 minutes quickly unfolded, but the 7 things did not come easy.
I grabbed the Family Bible from the living room table and sat it at the exit,
realizing that to be the most important book in the life of my family. I quickly
reflected upon the joys we have shared together and retrieved as many
family pictures as possible. I am praying without ceasing because I understand
that I cannot do this task on my own. I dash to areas where we keep important documents and records, some of which are on paper, videotapes, etc. It's hard to think rationally when you are chasing a clock surrounded by smoke and fire. I reach for some other special books we hold dear and take the armload to the door. I still have time to get my computer that's loaded with much of my poetry and writings. I'm moving very rapidly as I reach for my hard copy writings stashed away in a tote. It amazes me that it often takes a crisis, an emergency, for us to come to terms with what really matters most. I have a couple minutes left and I really don't know what to reach for next. What last thing is there in my house that I really must have?
Thirty seconds elapsed and I rembered my 'Quarter Collection' which
essentially has very little monetary value but a lot of personal and educational value when I consider the time and interest put into the collection. Thank God It's just a dream!
22519PoSoupContest, Seven Things You Would Save If Your House Was On Fire, Karen Krutsinger.*Fiction for contest
Quantities of time feel nothing.
Calculating, accumulating and subtracting,
days and weeks,
months and years and decades
roll past our eyes and ears
our growing and shrinking stomachs
to leave their strong and weak-grooved rings
of satiation and emaciation
I only feel and remember qualities of EarthTime
co-arising passions and co-gravitating pleasures
or dissonant dispassionate and painful reactions
of fear about time's future survivable qualities
anger about oppressive time's past conflicts
burning hot bright volcano hatreds
adrenaline flowing flashes
uncontrollable as suppressed bliss
only completely invested, immersed,
passionately engaged within a resiliently timeless
moment of deeply resonant quality
too seldom aware of Earth's intelligent co-present
co-passionate
co-binary sacred/organic fertility
of divinely humane grace
eternally synergetic dancing
through rationally measured quantities
of merely mortal metric times.
Sacred qualities of time's regenerate evolutions
long to feel everything belonging once again together,
beyond a foggy lapse of co-empathic solidarity
ReLigiously re-membering our golden era
co-relational peaceful qualities
richly feeding on Earth's matriarchal placentas
when all felt now-ly timeless
and originally right
feeling healthy
nurturing trusted truths
of loving kindness
feeling qualitatively good
and warm-full beauty filled.
Perhaps here lies our deeper measure
of time's healthiest meaning-full quality,
economically cooperative
and politically synergetic
and ecologically co-relational
EarthMother organically breeding
and sacredly feeding ecotherapy
Deep dancing
while surface surfing
through this timeless now
of polypathic potential win/win consciousness
Qualitative feelings positive through negative
emerging from and for and through and in and on and over each now
submerging into past speciating
branching co-passion's pleasure impressed re-memories
and dispassion's painful suppressed memories
Trees of old strong-rooted felt re-ligion
qualitatively comparing
contrasting
our original embryonic nurturing qualities
for richer eco-political sacred health
and less EarthMother dis-organic pathology
through this eternally regenerating now
quality of TaoTime's feeling peace-full
pronoia
win/win ego/eco-conscious co-passion.
Enthymeme:
A syllogism or other argument,
logical and ecological and theological,
in which a relational premise
or the rationally robust conclusion
is [0] unexpressed.
All truth is healthy
All beauty is truth
Therefore, All Beauty is [truly] Healthy
All trust grows democracy
All active distrust fuels elitist supremacy
Therefore, All isolating distrust smothers democracy
Where truth and trust remain confluently enthymematic
effluent
fertile
regenerative
resonant,
and resiliently so.
Effluent intuitive memory,
enthymematic,
in which one remedial subject
follows in-between the co-acclimating minor center
of the Other side's ZeroZone Earth purpose
for passionately nurturing comfort or punishment,
for regenerating organic balance or strategic imbalance,
for healing and moving ego's muted heart and voice
eco-therapeutically forward
Beauty speaking ecstasy
Green as leaves and grass
absorbing hues of blue and red
as ecofeminist Black lives
ultra-nonvioletly refuse to splatter
mere punishing avoidance
of healthy cultural climate matters,
Enthymematic rainbow allies
restore cooperative democratic responsibilities,
Enthymematic in-between tipping points
actively seeking feeling/thinking reparation opportunities
to move all EarthTribe's 3/5ths human theocracy
to 4/4 RealTime Democracy
in balancing keys of C
for CommonSense
YinSquared = Yang BigBang enlightenment,
bicameral secular liberation
into green peace sacred conservation
of almost Here with Now
enthymematic prememories
without closed
anti-systemic
dead reduced conclusions,
universally empty
entropic
absent
insignificant
chaotic without complexity...
Primal MuseSoul syllogisms,
MajorLeft and MinorRight
not not co-relationally balancing
Healthy WuWei EnthyMemes.
Synergy
feels Earth is flat
two-dimensional
monolinear to me
While my life time line
inevitably moves from original eternity
through magical recreation effects
from empty cause
toward monotheistic EarthBright
completion light
exhaustion
caused and effected back again
into entropic dualdark chaos
By way of enlightening
and empowering bicameral contrast
Integrity
speaks four fractally
half-octave
impassioned dimensionally
Robust and elegant integrity
includes polymathic binomials
like polytheistic Heavens and monoculturing Hell,
Sacred Cooperatives and Desecrating Dogmatic Competition
To reconnect wealthy re-ligions
of health restorative sciences
Above and below, and bilocational Theo/EcoLogic
inside and outside, and bilateral nonviolent communication systemic
pleasure and pain, and balancing in-between health/wealth sufficient justice
found and lost, and democratic EarthPeace won
full and empty, and omnisciently enlightening empowerment,
left deductive thoughts and right inductive feelings, and bicameral balance
Rational space and irrational multiculturing integral time,
and span-rationally developing spacetime fractals,
individual and relational,
and correlational co-revolving wave circling events
cause and effect, and survival causally effecting win/win thrival
black and white, and full-spectral
color wheels and sound octaves,
and dynamic spiraling multicolors
of red war and green peace mystery,
and polyculturally unfolding octaves
of dynamic health/wealth
co-evolving ecopolitical history
Male and female, and bisensory-neural system story
regenerative and degenerative, and polyregender mystically
yes and no, and not not integral energy
Politically enlightening balance
for local cooperative wealth narratives,
And also economically empowering
global intersectional health stories
of GoldenRules
internationally win/win applied,
practiced,
green cooperatively inhaled
and blue/red integrity exhaled
together ultra-nonvioletly
Restoring bicameral dynamic
four-dimensional synergetic season systems
developing cooperative co-investment
perennial healthy wealth nurturing
nature/spirit compassionate
timelessly indigenous
integrity.
The inerrancy of the bible enrages me,
Boils my blood, riles me and angers,
Makes the interpretation prerogative limp,
Nullifies that interpretation bud passed onwards,
From every author who’s not embarrassed.
You read knowing the art of literature,
Is in its reader’s agreed distance from the writer,
Knowing your book’s rationally contrived,
Aware of your right to read it your own way,
Understanding the possible word play.
The bible is not authored in any way whatsoever,
Has many different historical authors, contributors,
’Twas compiled by the Nicean committee,
Maybe, by a group of intellectuals deep,
So that Jesus and an insight we could keep.
Computer Science confronts with dares,
Regarding your view of the written word,
Makes fundamentalists intrepid and silent,
About their author god who cheers and assists,
Even when reading the text, when reason so persists.
Computers let you delete certainties, things,
Change and edit completed documents,
Tell you that you’re human and creative,
Welcome your attempts, errors and mistakes,
And give fundamentalists the quiet quakes.
All inerrancy will do is frighten you and scare,
Vanquish your reason with its complementation,
Evade form for an augmented version of it,
Which will emerge as a differently defined structure,
Worth neither solidification nor the puncture.
There are no wrong actions with my computer,
No thought or situation that can’t be expressed,
No colour unavailable on the rainbow palate,
No code not writable, not fixable or reworkable,
No desire inconceivable, that’s not addressable.