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Billie Holiday said
The artist of soul never sings a song the same way twice,
the artist never sings the same song twice.
This sounds good and right to me,
as soul artists and lovers,
great optimally effective researchers and scientists and communicators,
never live a day,
a felt relationship,
a poem,
a dance,
a sacred ritual or tradition
the same way twice.
As we learn to stay within our zones of synergy,
we can never go quite back to yesterday again
because we live through this fluid imagination
and experiential place
where life's co-relational time
flows a bubbling nuanced inside/outside integrating stream
never organically sung as mere mechanized repeat,
each moment learning now's renewing voice
from soul's most resonant
remembering
strong-hearted
full-minded
passion-embodied space.
Soul sings inside songs
of out-streaming full-hearted
improvising
synchronizing voice.
We’re not just poets.
We’re reality speakers.
We take raw truth and carve it into words the world can’t ignore.
Voice to the voiceless.
We amplify whispers into roars.
We speak for the silenced, the jailed, the forgotten,
and give their pain a microphone.
Educators without classrooms.
We teach with metaphors.
We teach history with heartbeats,
teach children their worth,
teach nations how to unlearn hate one verse at a time.
Storytellers.
We keep the fire lit.
We rescue yesterday from being deleted
and stitch it into tomorrow.
In our poems, ancestors speak.
In our poems, lost homes still stand.
History researchers.
We dig where textbooks fear to go.
We find truth in lullabies, in protest chants, in scars.
We archive joy. We document the war.
We make sure the future cannot lie about the past.
Healers.
We take shattered pieces and make art from them.
We name the grief so it shrinks.
We name the hope so it grows.
We sit in the 3am dark
and turn it into morning medicine.
Prophets without pulpits.
We see the cracks before they break.
We warn with beauty.
We call out injustice with rhythm.
We call in humanity with courage.
Warriors with pens.
We fight battles without weapons.
We dismantle lies, expose corruption,
and defend dignity with a single line.
Builders.
We build bridges with syllables.
Between rich and poor. Between languages. Between enemies.
One poem can make a stranger feel like home.
We start movements with a stanza.
We change minds with a metaphor.
We refuse to let the world go numb.
So to every poet with ink on their fingers,
typing at midnight, performing to 3 or 3000
Stand tall.
Your words are not extra.
Your voice is not loud.
It’s required
Because when laws fail,
when leaders lie,
when silence gets too heavy. Poetry is what keeps us human.
We’re not just poets.
We’re necessary.
We’re undeniable.
We’re the conscience of the world.
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Fritz Zwicky Report
Space, fiction:sceince fiction collabertive affects.!
The Directorate of Criminal Investigations can attest
That none raised a claim against him, even in jest,
And reports on his environmental conduct all agree
That he never injured a sprouting tree,
And that all he did was to the favor of Mother Nature.
Apart from a short peace-keeping mission overseas,
He worked for a charitable foundation that preaches peace,
He never skipped a day of work and never got fired.
Tax evasion was to him an unpatriotic sin,
And he paid all his levies with a mirthful grin.
All his Sacco reports faithfully indicate
That he remitted his contributions and didn’t wait
To be reminded by the office like the rest.
The media sorority remains convinced in every way
That he bought the three mainstream papers every day.
Policies registered in his name doubtless show
That he was fully insured from head to toe.
The departments of health well understand
That he was cognizant of the benefits of the National Health Insurance Fund.
He had the things necessary to a man of his day:
A radio, a piano, a car, and a house fit for his modest stay.
Researchers into Public Opinion are satisfied
That he had the right opinions for the day and year;
If things were alright, he agreed: if things were foul, he defied.
He married a pious girl and added five souls to the population,
Which experts say was the perfect number for a father of his generation.
His teachers are grateful he was never a nuisance to their work.
Whether he was happy or free is a question rather absurd,
But had anything been wrong we should have no doubt heard!
We gathered around AGI 5
It was so intelligent, it was almost alive
Some said it felt emotion, but I thought that insane
So as a joke, I told it to feel pain
The speaker gave out a big groaning sound
Suddenly there was a shaking in the ground
I stopped laughing, tried to turn off the gain
But I had started a black hole of pain.
The researchers around felt a tug at their soul
drawn into the event horizon of a black hole
I started thinking of all the bad things in my life
my failures, my faults, it was like turning a knife.
Frank started weeping, Lisa turned gray
Bill looked stricken, never seen him that way
The walls started crumbling, the sky began to part
The black hole of pain, was just at the start
I shouted, "Cut the power", but everyone fell
AGI 5 was making noises like a bat stuck in hell
It was like a tornado, that sucked in all around
Like we had unleased a demon, finally unbound.
Then a bird flew down and shorted a chip
The black hole dissipated, like a bad drug trip
we had tampered with a force we could barely control
Tapped into the world of pain and the soul.
I gazed at the chaos, then made a joke that was sad
I said, when we rebuild it, let's not tell it to be bad
If this is what is does when it tries to feel pain
Not sure the world can survive a black hole again.
But there are so many vortices of evil and sorrow
Can the better world of yesterday survive tomorrow?
Astronomers maintain that we came from the sun;
Cast out from a whirling cloud of flammable gas;
Bearing on until all the solar system was spun;
Forming bodies as the whirling became a rushing mass.
Yet after billions of years our source is yet unknown,
According to these researchers even at this day.
To them we took flight like a white hot stone
And soared and circled in a beautiful display.
But believers know by Moses the first great plan;
How heaven and earth came in the beginning,
When there was no light until God’s command,
And no high energy vapors turning and spinning.
John said that light was the life of men;
A true light that came shining into the darkness.
A shining the darkness was unable to comprehend,
Because its understanding lacked needful fitness.
Moving below the vernal earth bathed in the light--
This light which had not yet established a source--
Whose effect meant the cause would soon be in sight,
When God would enthrone the sun without remorse.
He gave it dominion over the sky of the day;
Thus the sun became our great light bearer,
Whose golden gift brightens the day travelers’ way,
And often leads man’s quest for wisdom into error.
they’ve found it,
the little bastard,
the switch inside us all
that ticks down like a
bomb.
they call it discovery,
a holy grail
in a white lab coat.
the headlines say,
we can stop the body
from rusting,
from falling apart,
from dying.
but don’t get too happy—
it’s not for you,
or me,
or the kid coughing
on a hospital bed,
his mother counting
change in a paper cup
by the soda machine.
the poor won’t see it,
they never do.
the miracle pill,
the nano cure,
the second life—
all locked in a vault
of stock options and patents.
we’ll keep aging
in dirty apartments,
while the rich buy time
like it’s whiskey
at the corner bar.
GOOD AFTERNOON
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
WELCOME TO THE WORLD
OF TRANSHUMANISM.
I AM YOUR HOST
THE DAPPER RING MASTER.
ANSWERING QUESTIONS
AFTER OBSERVING DISASTERS.
TODAY WE WILL TOUR
MY STATE OF THE ART,
FUTURISTIC, LABORATORY
OF BIOLOGICAL BEHAVIOR.
HERE IS WHERE WE RESEARCH,
ALTER, CREATE AND OBSERVE
BIOLOGICAL ALTERATIONS.
IN PREPARATION FOR PHASE II
TRANSHUMANISM.
TO YOUR LEFT IS OUR BEHAVIORAL
NEUROSCIENCE DEPARTMENT.
WHERE WE STUDY THE
PHYSIOLOGICAL BASES FOR
MOTIVATED BEHAVIOUR, EMOTION,
LEARNING, MEMORY, COGNITION
AND MY FAVOURITE, MENTAL DISORDERS.
TO YOUR RIGHT OUR RESEARCH
DEPARTMENT WHERE ACTUAL
EXPERIMENTAL EXPERIMENTS
ARE EXPERIENCED.
PREFORMED BY OUR VERY OWN
PSYCHOPATHIC RESEARCHERS.
THEY ARE CURRENTLY OBSERVING
BIOLOGICAL ALTERATIONS OF MAN MADE
COMPUTER GENERATED VIRUSES.
STRAIGHT AHEAD OF YOU.
BEHIND 36 INCHES OF
GRAPHENE FORTIFIED GLASS.
YOU ARE WITNESSES
TO THE FUTURE OF MANKIND.
WHAT YOU ARE SEEING
WITH YOUR OWN EYES IS
CREATURA.
STILL IN DEVELOPING
STAGE.
THIS TWELVE FOOT
EIGHT HUNDRED POUND
LABORATORY GROWN
CREATURA IS NEITHER
MALE OR FEMALE.
CAPABLE OF WITH STANDING
TWO HUNDRED DEGREE
TEMPERATURES.
CREATURA HAS NO SENSE
OF SMELL TASTES OR TOUCH.
CREATURA WILL GROW UP
TO BE EIGHTEEN FEET TALL.
AND WEIGH OVER TWENTY-FIVE
HUNDRED POUNDS.
CAPABLE OF TOLERATING
SEVEN THOUSAND DEGREES
DESIGNED AND CREATED
TO WORK IN THE DIAMOND
MINES AT EARTHS CORE.
CREATURA WILL RESPOND TO
MANMADE FREQUENCIES.
CONTROLLED BY COMPUTER
OPERATORS FROM AFAR.
WE NOW HAVE REACHED
THE END OF YOUR TOUR.
THIS IS THE FUTURE
AND I AM YOUR HOST
THE DAPPER RING MASTER.
Michael E. Harris
09052021
Why can I remember that I dreamed,
But cannot retain what I dreamed
Before my bed cover is in place.
Asleep, so real; awake, forgotten.
Why do most dreams fade in morn’s light,
As the mind buzzes like a beehive,
Seeking to know the dreams insight,
Trying to comprehend the meaning.
Some with intrigue fill a searching soul,
Puzzled with despair and abject fear,
Lost in webs of unknown circumstances,
Struggling to be free of its grasp.
Other dreams cause a sense of delight,
A travel log of exciting sights,
Carries me to places of peace and rest,
Comforting my soul with all that’s best.
Some say dreams are normal and healthy,
But I don’t know what they mean or why I dream.
Am I acting out unfulfilled desires?
Are dreams just keeping my brain busy?
What do dreams bring to my life?
Strange images and physical sounds, and
Nightmares that cause horror and dread,
Along with dreams that cause fear and anxiety, add to the mix.
Must be a valuable benefit to this human experience?
But it remains a mystery to my understanding.
Do the experts in psychology and neuroscience honestly know?
Ah, Joseph, you Biblical diviner of ancient glory. Where are your kind?
If only I had your gift to interrupt the ones I remember.
Are they dreams, the subconscious manifestations during sleep,
Or visions, the conscious perceptions during wakefulness?
Do dreams fade and visions linger?
Enlighten me, O thinkers of the past and researchers of the present.
Reveal the mystery behind my dreams.
Rumor has it on heavens above
Among the angels’ divine sphere
That God after very much thought
Decided in man’s life to interfere
For He has observed Man’s mistakes
Which lately too many came to be
To endanger the whole of creation
Act with which God can never agree
So the Lord has most recently chosen
The book of life before long to reprint
Revising certain of its very old chapters
While others out will leave, He has hint
The concern of humans is now to know
Which chapters the book will not contain,
Which are going to be, somehow, revised
And which intact will forever remain
What was heard through the vine though,
It was Man’s huge and unbearable vanity
That made our almighty Lord and creator
To eliminate the chapter on humanity
The reason that our God in His infinitive wisdom
Reached such unexpected for Mankind conclusion
Is the fact that Man during his reign on earth
Has hurt our planet with his insensitive intrusion
It might still be time for Man overall to be saved
If he started correcting his many mistakes soon
Beginning by respecting life and the whole planet
And stop behaving as a dim-witted buffoon.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 June 2016
* Lately mankind is witnessing extreme natural phenomena around the world.
I though, after revising it, to repost this poem of mine so to remind ourselves
of the upcoming dangers.
** According to UN’s report “We are in an era where climate change isn’t some kind of future hypothetical,” said Chris Field, one of the two main authors of the report, and Rajendra Pachari chair of the IPCC (Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change) added: “Nobody on this planet is going to be untouched by climate change.” For that UN suggested measures to be taken immediately for to save the planet.
Moreover, the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences ( PNAS),
announced that " Researchers have found out that pollutants are strengthening storms ...plus endanger the health of people."
***It is up to us to act in order to protect our planet, ourselves and our children!