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Stanford University
Greatness at the Helm
Alum has come and gone
Knowledge was their insurance
Philosophy at its best
Education a high mark
Principles with a concept
Resolutions with an idea
Dignity with self-respect
Assuring and fulfilling
Techniques with logic of its own
Theories to come by
No more doubt
Intellect is what education is all about
Picture yourself
Above all
Conqueror of one’s destiny
Standards aligned
Through pages of trials and errors
Education speaks
Believe in yourself and let it repeat
Educational now and well into tomorrow
Let your tomorrow start today
One step away
Let education become your triumph
Classified and Qualified
No one would deny
Follow your footsteps through the education portal
Open Door
Don’t ignore
Let education show your potential
Become the commodity of essential
Stanford spoke
Now enter
"Our schools are...factories,
in which the raw materials-- [Win/Win hopeful] children--
are to be shaped...into products...
The specifications for manufacturing
come from the [pre-millennial] demands
of 20th century [corporate] civilization,
and it is the [competition] business of the school
to build its [robotic white] pupils
according to the [nature wins so spirit loses] specifications
laid down [by naturally unspiritual disorder].
Dean Ellwood P. Cubberly
Stanford University School of [Fundamentally White] Education
1898
This does feel dated;
A caricature of post-millennial green ecoschools
for healing Earth
as a whole blue/green red-blooded therapeutic system,
sacred ecological home for plants
and ecotherapeutically cooperative people,
resilient bicameral students,
cooperative deep learning robust listeners
to outdoor theological classroom voices
singing more resonantly
restoring ego's inside harmonic peace
through ecojustice Voices.
Because we passionately disagree with 1898
Big patriarchal robotic incorporated Win/Lose propaganda places
against active and creative multicultural Win/Win integrity,
We also agree with deep learning green STEAM outside classroom models
for healthier
more resilient
more nature-spirit integral education
for allied EarthTribe integrity,
secular/sacred learning solidarity.
We would please our democratic selves more
running cooperatively away
from Bored of MisEducation competition platforms
and dualistic personalnature v publicspirit loyalty parties
We will do resiliently better health care
giving and receiving
re-celebrating choices for multicultural climate health
over more and more toxic public storm and terror patterns,
Business as uncooperatively unusual outside
while approaching 2020 more vigorously Left with Right aware,
by letting go of 1898 LeftBrain ego dominance inside.
Tito David Rodriguez recruited me to Filipino American Multimedia Entertainment (FAME). He was my choir mate as a base at St. Andrew Catholic Church, Daly City. He and Tito Willie Totanes are my best supporters. When you call a person “late” it means the person passed away. The late director Jesse Pangilinan and Mr. Prospero Luna, a comedian actor and assistant of FAME. He was a very good friend of my late father Mayor Leonardo G. Mendoza who passed away, former mayor of San Pascual Batangas, Philippines. My loving mother is Ms. Dorothy Ann Ramirez to where I am staying right now by the Daly City Bart station, she can cook a good Filipino food. I was an Uprising Star at FAME when all of a sudden a tragic car accident happened on October 11, 1999 with my late best friend Ms. Adiel Rallos and she passed away, my left arm was crused to 41 pieces due to her car seat and was left to coma for or 6 weeks or a month and two weeks. I was in 3 hospitals Stanford ICU, Seton Med but the prognosis at Seton was not good so I was brought to and St. Mary’s, SF where I had Speech Therapy (ST) Occupational Therapy (OT) and Physical Therapy (PT). The late director Mr. Jesse Pangilinan also passed away so the FAME disbanded. I previously met Ms. Regine Velasquez with her songwriter Mr. Ogie Alcasid on early 2000. I thought that God took away my singing career and replaced it with being a part of Heart and Soul’s True Hope at North County, Daly City with Mr. John Zamora as my Case/Social Worker and Mr. Chito Crisostomo M. D. as my Psychiatrist and with writing poetry- it’s therapeutic you know whatever feeling you have, all you need are a pen and a piece of paper and start writing how you feel. I am with “Poetrysoup.com” where I paid $150 for a lifetime member years ago because it increased as years passed by. I was able to convey or deliver the messages to the people. I started with writing a couplet or a 2 lines poem, a Haiku or a 3 lines poem or a Quatrain or a 4 lines poem. When I think I’m ready to write longer words I jumped to learning Sonnet or a 14 lines poem.
“Dark Train”
minds
speaking
in lost tongues
shadows
standing
on the platform
lower vibration
passes
The Stations
dark train
waiting for
abandonation
“unrest is in the soul
we don’t move our bodies
anymore”…
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Darkseid”/Grimes ft Pan
https://youtu.be/U3oyTuik0Hg
"I can still function but I can’t take out
The broken part inside my brain.
If I turn my face up to the light, you can see
That my lips are covered
With the messy finger prints of ghosts
As they are trying to open my jaw wildly,
Because they think I can issue an amnesty for them.
But they turn out to be distracted and fascinated..."
"Someone take these dreams away
That point me to another day
A duel of personalities
That stretch all true realities"
"Tongues, then,
are a sign,
not for believers
but for unbelievers;
prophecy, however,
is not for unbelievers
but for believers"
LYRICS
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/darkseid-darkseid.html-0
LYRICS
https://genius.com/Nine-inch-nails-dead-souls-lyrics
Trigger
Beyond Blue.
https://www.beyondblue.org.au/
Crisis Lines.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines
Depression/Genetics
https://med.stanford.edu/depressiongenetics/mddandgenes.html
"The Way of the Sorrows" Stations
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stations_of_the_Cross
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speaking_in_tongues
Acts 2,1 Corinthians 12
The Last Days
Acts 2:17 NIV
1 Cor 14:22 NIV
(For six days in mid-August, 1971, at Stanford
University near San Francisco, a psychological
experiment was conducted in which students
took on the roles of prisoners and prison guards.
The experiment had to be cut short, because the
guards were indulging in unhealthily sadistic
behaviour.)
"Never again," we say.
Those things can't be repeated.
"We set our face against him,
and Hitler was defeated."
Are you sure?
If sweet-talking you
could make it come true,
I would hand you the world
right now on a silver platter ...
but what would it matter?
Life isn't always Garry Keillor.
It's Rwanda, too. Sabra, Shatila.
The key you're holding
won't fit my door.
And you're not welcome
any more.
Just picture this, my friend.
Almost in sight of the Alcatraz ferry,
that sunny August of seventy-one,
a couple miles from Haight-Ashbury
something funny has begun
- and we're not talking Tom and Jerry.
You used me and abused me
till I felt like I wanted to die.
You created a need in me
that only you can satisfy.
Well-heeled campus kids
don’t quibble at the pay rates
make fifteen bucks a day
playing guards-and-inmates
- but is it really play?
I wondered hard
'tween twelve and one:
I asked my God,
"What have I done?"
These guards love Cohen, Dylan,
Che Guevarra, Mao, Durruti -
but now they're volunteering
for unpaid extra duty.
He spits into my food tray
for nothing more than spite.
Hear him whip the women
just around midnight.
You'd be surprised
what humans do.
Hippies can be Nazis, too.
So many things I want to tell you my Dad
But I choke up in tears feeling awfully sad,
I grew-up so fast since the day you died
Pledging urgently to do well as tears dried.
Don't recall listening to anything you said
Never took trash out, never made my bed,
You asked me to study, keep up my grades
Instead I focused on video games I played.
To earn my badges, we went on scouting trips
Soon after, I stopped going to their meetings.
You will be proud Dad, now I have some clout
I honored your will becoming an Eagle Scout.
Remember the day when we played baseball
You stole second base ahead of my fast ball.
Recalling happy times with love and might
We miss you so much at dinner every night.
I have aced my grades in science and math
Well on my way to choosing a career path,
I'm proud to tell you Stanford accepted me
On a full scholarship I'll complete my degree.
I was so self absorbed, always feeling mad
I never told you how much I love you Dad.
I wish to be just like you, but can never be
Standards you set are so high to achieve.
I have taken a job to help Mom pay the bills
We watch every penny avoiding the thrills.
Mom will visit you soon, she's well as can be
Please let her know you're so proud of me!
Placed 2nd
September 16, 2017
Poems that paint a picture 2
Rhyme:aabb
Painting by: Mike Theuer
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