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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

EcoTherapist Conventions

Truth is a feather 
pushed off to the other side.

Truths are a body of feathers
within which our bodies reside.

OK, students of life’s healthiest purposes and meanings,
it’s time to regather, if you would be so kind.

Namaste.

[Silence]

[My EcoTherapist is trying to recall our bicameral minds with ecological bodies.]

[More kinda creepy silence.]

[I wonder if I have time for a cigarette.]

How do you understand “mind” as other than “body”?

[OK, she leads with a dualist assumption
for a session advertised as nondualist,
so the correct answer must be,
I don’t.]

Which, mind or body, do you believe came first,
or do you believe,
as I do,
consciousness and biosystems co-arise nondually?

[I knew it!
Biosystems are self-identifying consciousness-rememory 
DNA-encoded systems, or RNA, if you’re a tree or something green,
from before the time when physical root systems
transubstantiated into metaphysical regenerate root bilateral,
then bipedal, 
then bicamerally balancing,
eco-political systems.
I remember our history of biological evolution co-mentoring sessions,
out on the coral reefs of time’s surfing copresence.]

If mind emerges from reiterative and redundant and resonant neural-cellular development,
in these, and probably other, senses co-arising nondually,
then what do you think could survive of your Ego identity
upon total biosystemic flatline demise of your natural-chemically elementary cellular body?

From where would sensory consciousness and memory emerge?
From when, and for how long?

[Hang on there now. I’m stuck back on the where question, 
which I think should probably default as Nowhere,
Ego emerges from nowhere?
No, no, If dead,
then Ego as sensory consciousness and memory is nowhere
at that time, and on into the future of EarthTribal evolutionary history.
No such phenomenon.
No such experience within continuous Earth-spinning Time.
I think?
But only as long as I dance this Ego-consciousness string
I am]

As your mindbody decomposes,
is this really still your Ego’s story?
In that future time of opportunities for health and relationship
and transactions,
capacities for ongoing communication,
you struggle to face their mortal loss now, projecting forward,
we struggle together to find faith 
these lost opportunities are not your post-critical event
of loss, decay, absence, inevitable physical and mental defeat.

[I don’t even have faith that anyone will think that day
has come even one day too soon.
Nor would I care to invest in such an unwise faith.]

Or,
in the face of this inevitable termination of Ego’s mindbody story,
do you, 
as unfolding conscious memory-string of continuous information,
transform into your nutritionally reiterating responses and contributions
yet reverberating within EarthTribe’s ReGeneration Story?

Is your Ego expanding out toward Earth’s Story?
pregnant pregenetic, nearly timeless Creation Story,
out and yet deeply into this Elder (0)Riginal Intent.

Body memory transforming within ecopolitical truths of post-taoist beauty,
remembering—revolving—rewinding—reweaving
ecologic of Ego/Eco balancing
embryonic bicameral
dipolar cognitive/affective neural emergence
(0) CommonsCentered DNA/RNA code—syntax
healthy reverse development instructions
for normative natural/spiritual
mind/body elational resonant resolutions
giving oneself birth into this body’s time
as giving ourselves freedom
for time’s codependent love of light ourselves.

[My self-image emerges rather far toward the depressive side
of love as ecoconscious light myselves.
Oh, wait, maybe that connection between agape as Basic Attendance,
understory of all those relational dramas, and nonrelational boredoms,
and fears,
and angers,
and….]

Memories,
knowledge,
thoughts,
comprehension,
dissonance and dismay,
feelings of elation and relation,
anticipation,
innocence,
ignorance,
love and hate,
anger and fear,
all Ego’s products,
as Ego, in turn, is produced
by unfolding DNA instructions
within a nurturing DNA-developed warm embryonic pronoic womb
living in this specific time
within  Earth’s evolution of continuing ecosystemic health-consciousness.

[Oh, I get it, health as therapy-consciousness.
Puts a postmillennial twist on post-doctoral medicinal sciences.
Kind of self-serving, though, 
unless all humane-nature is for ecotherapeutic vocations,
in dying as in living,
in living as optimally visible through mortality’s timeless lens.]

What we inherited from Elder wombs of Time’s incarnation
is what Ego becomes
to cherish as responsible authority
rooted within teleologically exegetical historic evidence
unveiling regenerative evolutions as cooperative nested-networks,
and to let go free as a last pay-it-forward gift
to nurture future healthy regenerations of time
bilaterally echoing
fractal-polypathic light,
(0)-TaoWombTime.

[Why do I feel like I could use a bath
more than a cigarette?]

Time,
dualdark
deepdense Ego-Ecohypnotic co-elational learning bright,
white octaving night,
protons merging eco-lateral binomial electronically issuing waves
as Yes! reweaves notnot 
yinyin
WinWin embryonic-yet.

[I’m wondering if there is something in Taoist water
that regenerates this wu wei balance
spinning through my bicamerally revolving mind
as body?]

Could you become as curious about other’s Ego development stories
as you have obsessed about your own?

[Wait a minute,
when did I give you the OK to label me as self-obsessed?
Or maybe the balance point here 
invites comparisons between obsessive curiosities,
in which case
perhaps my own Ego health constant revival
does indeed lie most mortally on my failing mind.]

If so,
please note differences
but memorize Earth’s natural systemic similarities,
especially about what we all want our end to say
one day's capacities for love as peace,
about gradually subsiding incapacities of anger Ego losses
and fear of/for future Earth as sacred compost, 
transubstantiating post-climatic residency.

Namaste.

[Namaste.
Oh wait,
was I supposed to write that out loud?]

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

2020 ReVolution

Numbers, numerals,
like words,
combinations of letters,
mean something,
sometimes more secular,
sometimes more sacred ecological.

Numerals and letters share sacred iconic human-intelligence root systems
within a bicameral ecology of mind-body nonduality,
both RightBrain matriarchal empowering flow of integrity (Czikszentmihalyi)
and LeftBrain patriarchal Yang deductive empowered language
of ecological-bilateral numerals (B. Fuller).

Numbers,
like rhythms and fractal-holonic patterns,
show up in nature,
as natural primal relationships
with the revolutions of seasonal eco-development time.

We have Century Plants
blossoming only once in 100 years.
Where did they learn their metric-memory skills,
RNA-rooted intelligence?

We have histories of locusts
swarming every 25 years.
How many generations is that
in locust co-intelligence?

We have Old Faithful.
How do these bio-ecosystems know when it is time to show up,
and when it is time for Business As Usual,
not show off?

When is it time for numeric revolutionary performances,
and more aptic time for normal evolutions
of everyday,
in-between
fertile enhealthing
enriching
ecological seasons?

Bicamerally-bilaterally structured humans
have 1,000 year millenniums,
boundary periods of ecological discernment,
sacred-secular nondual potentials increased
for Left-Right balance development,
scientifically conservative yet also spiritually progressive,
for healthier conversations between our Yang Patriarchal languaged LeftBrains
and our Yin-Matriarchal-Integral
relational rhythmed 
ecological patterned,
formed,
symmetric
sacred-iconic nurturing RightBrain.

These revolutionary recycling events
feel more sacred
then humdrum secular
not 100th year,
not 25th year,
not one thousandth year,
and yet there is a building up prophetic era
emerging from secular medians
toward sacred climax,
just as there is a  sacred afterglow of memory
reweaving these repurposing miracles
of life's iconic mysteries.

What if LeftBrain has developed iconic political powers of language
speaking of, and longing for,
regenerative conservation of ecologically healthy meaning?
Purposive,
naturally effective,
cooperative communicating;
while RightBrain,
older on the phylogenic ladder of DNA revolution
of what had been RNA monotheistic root systemic
health-wealth normative evolutionary symmetries of cooperative health.

Matriarchal reverse-hierarchical extending family trees,
singing and dancing
marching and flying and swimming
diastatically climaxing for and with economic-ecologic
iconic seasonal re-integrity,
wealth ionic-contenting health,
karmic flow of right-timed bliss,
erotic through agapic sacred grace
of regenerate health-wealth co-arising
Left-Right nonduality,
ego/eco-political empowering attitudes of polypathic trust,
(0) soul, sum, core millennial balancing.

A great deal has been LeftBrain written
about the iconic historical evolution of numerals.
Perhaps a great deal more has been felt
about the RightBrain embryonic ElderMatriarchal womb,
virginal bilateral emptiness
of polypathic-estrogenetic zero (0),
and the LeftBrain Yang convex-vertical
prominant testoster-oned one (1).

But, both seem to ecologically deliver themselves
in PositiveRegenerative and NegativeDegenerative spectral multicultural varieties,
balancing at the DoubleNegative tipping points of equivalence,
Left-Right cognitive confluence,
rather than cognitive-affective ecologically more secular climates
of everyday Business As Usual competitive political dissonance.

What might it mean to have 2020 bicameral ecopolitically balanced ReVolutioning Vision?
To bicamerally hear,
to multicultural civil eco-service rights and wrongs taste,
to matriarch-cooperative network
economic slow diastatic-fertile growth of ecological-flow feel,
ecopolitically co-arising nondual post-millennial mindbodies
of Left-Right ego/eco-balancing consciousness?

It's 2017.
A lot of permaculturally nutritious ecopolitical designs could emerge
before the upcoming 
nondual-loving
secular-sacred 
revolutionary Roaring 2020s.

Interesting about early 2017 new not-so-Presidential Executive Orders
to immediately dismantle,
by means of neglect to feed and water,
our imperfect frames for national access to health care
and national, even international, access to global climate health,
to the full extent now lawful.

How could this be any post-millennial climate health afterglow at all?
I wonder in bicameral dismay.


As we incarnate 2020 Vision
among Washington's pay for public services rendered,
would it not be our health and safety collective duty
to defend regenerative health and happiness,
safety and prosperity,
freedom from unhealthy exploitation of Earth's resources
and freedom toward healthy development
of regenerative climate bio and ecotherapies?

What could our democratic unity of ecopolitical states
of healthy and secure mind and body nondually mean,
if not to cooperatively pursue healthy biological
and ecological
climates?

So these Executive Orders
appear uncivil nonservice,
intrinsically anti-health and happiness AntiConstitutional to me,
for any civil servant of health and safety
anathema of plutocratic anthrocentric hubris,
both politically and economically untenable
for our shared healthy futures,
and future health regenerations.

Are these early indicators that anti-regenerative supremacy
has become a self-impeaching
excommunicating offense
against basic first premises of a fearlessly trusting democracy,
freedom of and for health and safety
of fertile cooperative 2020 integrity
of ecotherapeutic character,
WinWin politically cooperative
defensively secure development
of growing climate health-progressive trends,
ecological-economic nondual opportunities
to reduce high-risk competitive climates of dehumanizing
dualistic
nature-spirit anti-ecological pathology.

Numbers, numerals,
like words, composed of iconic letters and declarative constitutions,
mean something secularLeft-sacredRight nondual
rising 2020 ReVolution.






Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Polypathic Political Scientists

I have had a highly redundant,
one might even choose polypathic,
graduate studies experience
spanning my adult life to date.

This began with a semester of Philosophy.
Just enough to learn I wanted something more experiential,
a more communitarian environment of Applied Metaphysics, perhaps.

So then I began, and soon completed, studies for the Master of Divinity degree,
which has an arcane ring to it,
but basically the title implies just the opposite of what degree candidates most hope for,
to be Mastered by Divine Love,
to economically and politically operate as an icon of all-inclusive ecological love.

Those receiving the M.Div. 
hoped to apply their ecopolitical science of empathic trust,
our mutual Basic Attendance,
to life as liturgical theology
or at least teleologically benign song and dance;
to be the love today we proclaim for tomorrow,
rooted in our humane-divine nondual nature-spirit compost
of ecopolitical peace-integrity with justice-truth becoming;
pilgrimage,
The Ways of Divinity,
co-mastering together.

Fortunately,
when I landed in a rural Colorado parish,
the beat-down aging poor mutually-marginalizing Mexican and Anglo faith community 
invited me to reconsider further investment in administering sacraments
disconnected from ecologically healthy outcomes of empathic trust.
To continue as individuals,
families,
and as a multiculturally rich community
of mutually holonic,
respected,
cooperative,
trusting co-empathic faith,
we needed more of a Total Makeover,
a gut rehab,
an economic design to fuel our continuing collective political incarnation
into this Beloved Therapeutic EcoPolitical Community
we each long to belong within,
as integrity without.

Responding to apparent hope for stronger organizing
and planning
and budgeting
and ecological design and implementation,
and evaluation and socioeconomic change skills,
I accepted an invitation into a double Master of Public Administration and Community [Economic] Development degree program,
primarily taught by PhDs in Political Science;
my first among too many loves as an undergraduate at Michigan.

Here I learned, once again, that politically correct administration of empathic trusting,
sometimes mistrusting,
and even actively distrusting totalitarian political relationships
historically and culturally thrive
when "follow economic wealth"
also means "responsibly invite multicultural political as personal health"
internally economic as externally political,
nondual internal-external co-arising ecological landscapes of nutrition.

Humane ecopolitical landscapes are ruled by active hope
and cooperative potential within
as divinely landscaped multicultural ecology without,
polypathic faith in love's synergetic trust
and discovery
and curious regenerativity of enlightening imagination.

The U.S. Declaration of interdependent Independence and Constitution were born of Enlightenment CoOperative EcoPolitics.

Applied ecopolitical science looked a great deal like applied theology,
or at least teleology, healthy purpose, therapeutic cultural meaning.
Democracy develops fragrant discernment through co-empathic multicultural trust,
moving toward inclusive resonant resolutions of complexly interdependent ecopolitical issues,
risks,
opportunities,
social investments and historical-cultural divestments,
intending improved climate health
and less climates of pathology,
whether too hyperactively warm
or too near to flat-line fading into freezing despair.

My issues with effectively developing ecopolitical health,
by suppressing dis-ecological pathologies,
past failures of achieving a truly multiculturally abundant history of sustainable healthy climates,
soon led to confusion about a great cultural divide
between two vocational labels:
1. Political Scientist, and
2. Permacultural Designer.

This great cultural divide appeared front and center
more recently when I became certified as a Permaculture Designer.
It helped me to look more carefully at the functional intent of "political"
as compared to "permacultural" outcome goals and use-of-power objectives.
As I thought more about how our normal day-to-day scientific investment in learning about power includes learning primal differences between multicultural designs
and monocultural monopolies of totalitarian mistrust leaning toward distrust chaos,
dissonance,
then polypathic confluence of design and pattern correlations emerge as the compost,
the food,
the fodder of our ecological as ecopolitical learning enterprise.

"Permaculture" was chosen to distinguish perennially designed
and democratically self-governing landscapes
from more traditional annual economies of "Agriculture" business,
with more of a replant, spray, and harvest of chemically treated quasi-edibles,
nutritionally malignant regarding fertile health of Earth's soil,
leading to well-established suboptimal health-trends of ecopolitical Business As Usual.

Permaculture designs are for and on and about and composed of information rooted in past positive polyculturally balanced community landscape outcomes.
These polyculturing ecopolitical landscapes began as maps of nurturing health plans for exteriors only,
like gardens and farms and river banks.
But, this organic economic and political view of power-with ecological balancing climates
has moved from exterior to increasingly interior ecopolitical health landscapes,
like bicameral full-octave nature-spirit nondual deep learning healthy multicultural mindbody landscapes, dialogues, stories, evolutions.

If you believe IN evolutionary processes
that you do not believe also believe in you,
cooperatively together,
then you are less likely to achieve healthy nutritional ecopolitically sustainable outcomes,
while you are waiting for SomeOne Other
to grace you with His Transcendent truth-beauty presence.

If you believe WITH processes of ecosystemic health,
then you have joined the evolutionary permacultural partisans of healthy regenesis,
wherein lies all evidence of co-creation.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details

Villanelle: No man can on his own escape written fate, for THIRU-VALLUVAR

Villanelle: No man can on his own escape written fate

         For Thiru-Valluvar, the “nameless” author of 
the THIRUK-KURAL

Note: In my previous posts, especially on Canto 38, I had expounded
on the man and his work in relation to Hindu philosophical aims in life
which I shall not belabour here in order to make space for other thoughts on his oeuvre. Without going into too much detail here (which is the province of the academic essay), let me lay out in brief what I think the poet attempted to do or succeeded in doing in order to make  his work survive the times in which he lived. The fact that the author remains a nebulous figure till this day owes much to the conditions in which he lived cannot be gainsaid: if his work of perennial value did not motivate his contemporaries to record and celebrate the author’s life and circumstances for successive generations - despite the Indian penchant for neglecting details of authorship - it must have been due quite possibly to other reasons less congratulatory to be recounted here again, so here goes.

According to Hindu aims, the life of man should traverse four stages: love (kama), wealth (artha), virtue (dharma) and renunciation (moksha).
The Thiruk-Kural, by contrast, has only three divisions: dharma (araththuppaal: Cantos 1 to 38), artha (porudpaal: Cantos 39 to 108) and kama (kamaththuppaal: Cantos 109 to 133). In my earlier posts, I had argued that there was. no need for a fourth book on the theme of “moksha” or “vidu” since the author had in several cantos and other diverse couplets dealt, in particular, with this subject. Yet I need not have pursued this line of reasoning for the sake of my present argument. 

As I had stated in previous posts, Cantos 35, 36, 37 all lead up to and reinforce Canto 38 on “Fate” (uul) and that the latter canto nullifies all that has been propounded in the rest of the oeuvre. This is self-evident since the author attributes everything that happens to one’s life to pre-destination in this canto, and therefore the three previous cantos have to be associated with it as being part of a disconnect with the whole. Likewise, the first canto on “Submission to God’s Grace” (kadavul vaalththu), being the only specific address to the Supreme Being, must also be grouped with the four other foregoing cantos. In other words, FIVE cantos have not their rightful place in a work of ethics centred on rightful conduct in human behaviour and interaction with the sexes, the family, the community and the State. 

This leaves us with 128 cantos, I.e. 133 minus 5. If we divide 128 by 2, we get 64, the crucial number which gives us the 64 hexagrams of the classical Canon of Change, the Yi Jing or the 64 squares of the chessboard and, THIS IS OUR POINT, the 64 PADAS (squares of meditation for the pilgrim) provided in the architectural plan and construction of the basic HINDU TEMPLE. What about the extra 64 not apparently taken into consideration. Well, the PALACE TYPE OF TEMPLE, the MANDUKA MANDALA duplicates the 64 geometric pattern.
This is exactly what THIRU-VALLUVAR had planned and executed in his work. The THIRUK-KURAL’s cantos fit mathematically and thematically into the architectural plan of temples which were propagated in the GUPTA PERIOD, from the 4th Century C.E.

The Hindu Temple (64-grid x 2 = 128)                    The Thiruk-Kural

I - Grabh-Griya (Empty pada at PURUSHA Centre)  :  Canto 1 (Purusha)
                                                                                      (Kadavul Vaalththu)  
II - Brahma (4 x 2 = 8 padas):  MOKSHA            Cantos 35, 36, 37 & 38
                                                                                   (Renunciation to Fate)
III - Devika (12 x 2 = 24 padas): DHARMA            Cantos 2 to 34
                                                                                    (Araththuppaal)

IV - Manusha (20 x 2 = 40 padas): ARTHA          Cantos 39 to 108
                                                                                   (Porudpaal)
V - Paisachika (28 x 2 = 56 padas): KAMA         Cantos 109 to 133
                                                                                   (Kaamaththuppaal)
Total n° of padas: 64 x 2=128       Total for Thiruk-Kural=128 + 5=133
 
Vastu-Sastra and Vastu-Vidya Sanskrit manuals for the building of palatial type temples were in circulation by the 6th Century C.E., so one possible conjecture is that Thiru-Valluvar’s lifetime might date from the Gupta Period, but this is of secondary importance, for the moment.

Enough to say that, if, as I think, he was a marked man, subject to some sort of “repression”, then the planning and execution of his work on the structure of temple architecture in accordance with its geometric and philosophic principles, attests to the “conjecture” that Thiru-Valluvar had successfully managed to subvert oppressive authoritarian rule - as far as he was concerned - in his time. The proof lies in my discovering the hidden fundamental structure of his poem.  T. Wignesan
Villanelle: No man can on his own escape written fate 

No man can on his own escape written fate
Most times in our lives we need help to survive
Unlike most creatures we adapt far too late

All men fall into a slot which we call fate
A place a time heritage parents revive
No man can on his own escape written fate

Ev’ry step we take leads to some open gate
What lies beyond unseen will sting us alive
Unlike most creatures we adapt far too late

Nothing trips us up as the next man’s dark hate
Fate finds 	always those who will ill us contrive
No man can on his own escape written fate

No stratagem can forestall oncoming fate
Unless man foregoes all urges quicken drive
Unlike most creatures we adapt far too late

Dead men who move through life spectators innate
Each his life overhaul to let others thrive
No man can on his own escape written fate
Unlike most creatures we adapt far too late

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

My White House Interview

I was nervous about my newest client.
Not every Permaculture Designer gets a contract
with the WhiteHouse.
But, when the President called,
or twittered,
for an intake interview,
I guess it felt like an obligation
to at least show up,
although perhaps about fifteen minutes late,
just to confirm any stereotypes he may have
about gay designers.

Then, too, what to wear?
An organic hemp dress would be confrontational,
which would be interesting for me,
but probably make it even more challenging for Trump
to take me seriously,
and who knows what possible acts of patriarchal aggression
and innuendo
a gay male designer in a non-designer dress might stir up?

I wondered if he would be interested in some natural dye wigs
as a great way to improve his Zero-Zone,
both decorative and shade functional
to keep the sun off his bald all-white capital investments.

I did show up fashionably late
and yet maintaining a good faith effort
to take this WhiteHouse gig seriously.
When Trump finally stopped talking
about what a great job he was doing,
I began our long list of Client Interview questions,
the ones I took from my Certification Notebook.

Me: Generally speaking,
Mr. President (I added that part myself--a little ad liberalism),
what are your desired uses of this property?

POTUS: Well, you know I was in the Lincoln Room the other night,
never mind what a great job I was doing in there,
but I was remembering my Republican Mentor's challenge
about becoming someone who can fool all the people
all the time,
and I think that's my main goal for this WhiteHouse.

Me: Anything else?
Perhaps a vegetable garden,
or some solar panels,
shade trees,
organic compost for all these flowers?
Rain barrels to catch the roof water
for nourishing your played-out chemically-treated plantings?

POTUS: No, that's all private contracted to Blackwater.
I did mention that I want to drain the swamp
and clean out this dump
in the LeftWing of the former WhiteHouse
promoting health and climate care,
didn't I?

Me: I seem to recall reading that
you are against health care for almost everyone
poor enough to be at risk of democratically shared death.
But, no, 
you didn't mention your swamp
and LeftWing infestation problems
just now.
You only mentioned the goal of successfully lieing
to everybody about everything all the time,
from everywhere you happen to be,
including this property.
Which, by the way,
is a profoundly alarming misread
of what Abraham Lincoln actually said,
or intended,
speaking descriptively of politics as usual.

Most of us hear
You can fool some people all the time
and you can fool all people sometimes
without also hearing
But you can't fool all the people all the time
as a prescriptive challenge for better politics as unusual
for future Presidents,
Republican or NeoNazi otherwise.
But, let's get back to draining your swamp
and your problem about the LeftWing.
What is your daily routine?

POTUS: I usually start each morning meditating
and twittering on the shitter
about how well we're all doing today.
Then, when I'm feeling better,
I need and take a shower
and get dressed
and then I order anything I want for breakfast
for me
and for whoever else might have slept over
and bothered to wake up to eat with me,
which tends to be no one,
while I'm busy not watching any mainstream media.

Then I go over to the RightWing
and lie to all the poorest ones
and compete with all the richest ones
about who can tell the most patriotically expressive 
patriarchal lies.

Then we have lunch.
Again, whoever happens to be at my messy trough
back next to the old swamp,
and then sometimes I play golf
and sometimes I play more lies
at these really great patriotic pep rallies
where I carefully wrap myself in the one true sacred flag,
and a preferably red Trump-cap,
to go with my all white skin
and blue death lips,
talking about what a mess our LeftWing is,
although,
come to think of it,
the RightWing is getting a bit bloody and scabby
these days too.

Me: You got as far as vampire dinner time
and after-dinner entertainments.

POTUS: Yes,
and those are going very well.
We're doing the best dinner and entertainment reality show ever
in the entire history of this WhiteHouse.

Me: So it sounds like you are clear about your fake administration goals
and you assess your own swamp draining
and LeftWing demolition processes
as well under way.

It's your dime.
We can continue this interview,
but given the nature of your goals
for what is really OUR property,
and not quite so much your own personal corporate fascist personhood
mandated to own and exploit this WhiteHouse
and our District Swamp
and our Left and Right Wings,
did you ask for this Design Interview
because you just don't know what a Permaculture Designer is,
because you only know about Monocultural Elitism,
and you were curious about the little people?
Or is this actually part of your fake news,
that your ecopolitical agenda
is in process of receiving Permaculture Design Certification?

POTUS: We are doing an amazing job
of fooling all the multiculturing people
all the climate changing time...

Me: Mr. President,
with all due respect for your authority,
and your sacred fascist mandate,
you are a fine teacher and preacher and mentor
of and for Mendacious Monocultural Designs
for Mutual Obsolescence Certification.
But, that is your RightWing mess,
which apparently you feel you don't need any help with.
And, 
I think you are absolutely,
and even alternatively right about that,
and perhaps only that.
So I think we are done here.

POTUS: How long before we receive our Certificate?

Me: You didn't hear a thing I said, did you?

POTUS: No, listening isn't my thing.
But, occasionally I worry,
maybe fooling all the people all the time
must most of all include myself,
all the time,
everywhere I happen to be,
including the Lincoln Room
in this uncivil swampy property.






Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by liam mcdaid | Details

Truth is all an act in government exposed

One small little country which houses 
one of the highest paid governments 
in this modern world joke ran upside down

A big part of our life existing reality 
when the backbone is gone snakes appear with light surely 
we spend working for slave masters who get rich of our toils quickly

Paying us poor wages beneath worth middle men 
when fat cats do little honesty whips out 
fairness in the way of work very shy who cares

Because of what the banks done bonuses where paid 
to them that destroyed the building of our country 
highly qualified tradesmen left on the street

Without a shred of pity unemployment has risen 
all our young have left to foreign lands few have returned
tens of thousands I mean addressing it truthfully

Unemployment has not changed hidden secrets spill beans 
there is few jobs in our county facts on the streets speak 
job seekers they call us now with branding irons

Builders can build this country to glory again
yet now we are classed of little worth sent out to sweep streets 
picking up the rubbish where we belong former taxpayers

Corruption when you feel the sadness of truth 
involved in the structure of thousands of homes 
hotels petrol stations even the construction of prisons

Now we are worthless on the streets of our own land 
at a time we were the highest taxpayers of this state 
we now pick up the bankers tab and effects from Europe's deal

Honesty has a funny way of drawing pictures 
lucky our state does not protect innocent people anymore 
without evidence I was arrested on German hear say

My family suffered seeing what I was going through 
long gone is the days of our state justice 
not one person of the state said sorry when I won my case

Held in chains this is my truth If my country would of stood 
up for me as there was no evidence to support such claims 
In my battle kept down made me smarter opening my eyes

Claiming higher ground class beggars bowl out 
hands on now I am a builder one noble profession 
hard working people like us stand the test of time

Paddies we built the cities a legacy stands in concrete 
handed down from our forefathers trades 
hard working men and women of Erin

Sons and daughters worked the green land over
for centuries we have been raped and plundered 
cruelty our sovereignty has been stolen away from us

State owed by the people oil under our soil talk of gold 
enough gas to heat our little island sold out shame 
with out the consent of its citizens power of attorney give

Setting wages to suit elite bodies opens the eyes closed 
non profitable businesses paid by taxpayers government 
Unfair grounds bared selling rights away trail of tears

Keeping people at the lower end scales silver justice 
slaves unto the organ grinders note forced correct term 
There goal is so undemocratic politically set falsehood lies

Forced down so they will not rise the poor struggle 
uneducated fools behind veils we see Holy smoke 
Minimum wage a complete and utter joke

Unlivable as prices soar out of control insurance rockets 
for toughest jobs beneath suits employed struggling 
be realistic we receive a pension at seventy respect

I cannot stop laughing at stupidity when it strikes a funny key 
bones aching approaching middle age life's labour exposed 
wore done from years of sweat even blood dripped

Joke of the century double standards stop for a moment 
hiding away with your secret pacts undisclosed truths reveal 
for the workers vote government bodies take note think

Should be the same all around lead by example set down 
we fought against slavery once before our forefathers 
freedom and civil rights for the working class to speak

Middle class has almost been deleted from society 
as monies are less and the work load doubled 
for peanuts a third of the value meaning work until death

Logic rents in cities increase backwards peddling rotten apples 
as the vice like grips society happiness is rare and beautiful 
Long hours less holidays in most cases very true

Homeless has risen to an all time high 
hospitals people are dying on trolleys fact 
even cutting funding to the disabled beneath par

Grants are cut in the arts field to virtually nothing 
roads are in disrepair in dark wet nights dangerous 
without cats eyes a safety risk to motorists meeting

Motor tax is daylight robbery only new cars have little tax 
hitting those less well off playing the game 
property tax laugh a minute after paying tax on materials

Now water tax another con to control natural energy 
our seas are being plundered as quotas are enforced 
by Europe on our seas controlled without out consent

Do we bend over as a people backwards as our riches are stolen 
do we know or learn any lessons from past tense democracy 
taxes make it better for our children they say

Long gone are the days people trading from their toils 
organic healthy food sold in small shops from local farmers market 
past tense fresh milk in a bottle was always beautiful to drink

Even milk is not the same as they fill it now with substitutes 
no such thing as fresh eggs in the supermarkets or meat 
everything has been sold to big co operatives

My granny told the same story struggling away back 
our country is going backwards in time controlling food 
people have lost the meaning of life

Poisonous goods sold in shops Gmos 
next it will be steroid filled meat nothing healthy anymore 
even farms have shut down emigration so many young gone

Why a country is beginning to cut the elderly 
leaving it cold a cruel blow in truth for those now retired 
They believed the lies but i don't

Now seeing so many of the straws that breaks a camels back 
looking through the needle eye of greed no remorse 
instead we struggle on in our every day hardships right

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Freddie Robinson Jr. | Details

Seven Kingdoms


			I

The Holy Bible said seven kingdoms would arise,
then like windblown grains of sand, fall to the dust
Six kingdoms have come and gone, blinked their eyes
and we’re now, in these last days, living on the cusp

But let us first do a fast biblical rewind,
go back in history through the pages of time
The kingdom count begins in the dark land of Ham,
where God revealed Himself to be I AM THAT I AM

Egypt, land of the pharaohs and great pyramids
Stone reminders of all the oppression they did
It happened here, in the oasis field of Zoan,
great Exodus from a bondage that was strong

God delivered to Pharaoh a Red Sea burial,
showed forth His power so everyone would know

			II

Showed forth His power so everyone would know
His Almighty name throughout the whole earth
Next kingdom to arrive with their arrows and bow,
didn’t think much of life, or it’s inherent worth

The Assyrians were big, bad conquerors
who wanted their killing rumors to be heard
They loved to rip open a begging mother’s womb,
they loved to destroy, devour and consume

But God broke the iron rod of great Nineveh,
when He took their strong right arm out of the fight
Their king sought victory thru his false god love,
and had his whole army destroyed in just one night

One angel of God killed 185K,
God’s awesome power once again on display

			III

God’s awesome power once again on display,
opened the door for the third kingdom to arise:
Babylon the great whore, we all recognize
She sold every nation their idols to pray,

Trafficked in things you need not ever know,
selling everything, even human souls
Babylon burned down the temple Solomon built,
she was a lewd woman who felt no shame or guilt

She loved to boast of her wickedness out loud
So after being in bondage there for a while,
God said come out and touch not the unclean thing,
only your clean soul would you be able to bring

The same way Babylon quickly rose to power,
God destroyed this great kingdom in one hour

			IV

God destroyed this great kingdom in one hour,
and let the Mede-Persian’s time to reign begin
They were the fourth kingdom to bloom like a flower,
but their wicked rule too would soon come to an end

With a decree issued by Persian king Cyrus,
the house of God was built again in Jerusalem
But evil came once more in king Artaxerxes,
work on the holy temple was stopped by his whim

But a better Persian king took the scepter,
and said let the second temple be completed
Showing another kingdom would rule forever,
marking off time for judgment to be meted

This divided kingdom loved war like all the rest,
so God carried them on the wind into the west

			V

So God carried them on the wind into the west,
where the fifth kingdom provided the stiffest test
The Greeks loved to preach peace and democracy,
but they loved more to practice war and slavery

When Greece arose, it signaled man’s ending,
because the second temple was now complete
And any kingdom that came thus a-following
had just been made insignificant and obsolete

Because the future kingdom of God was now firmly set
in the cornerstone which was the Son Jesus Christ
The raised temple meant Resurrection paid the sin debt
Eternal sovereignty was the holy Messiah’s right

The rise of Western civilization started with Greece,
but the sun of man’s dominion already set in the east

			VI

But the sun of man’s dominion already set in the east,
when the sixth kingdom’s shadow was cast into view
Enter mighty Rome, the fabled iron-clawed beast:
Said Caesar was the only king you must bow down to 

Now the whole world lay in complete gross darkness
when the King of Zion appeared in human form
The Romans loved to crush with the heel of conquest,
they mocked any prophecy as superstitious norm

With capital punishment, they truly did excel ...
new ways to torture flesh was their calling card
Crucifixion was something they really did well;
exquisite death that was painful, cruel and hard

When they nailed Jesus on that cross at Calvary,
the empire of man then became ancient history

			VII

The empire of man then became ancient history,
two thousand years of empty footnote pages
And so now ends this tragic tale of no mystery,
the seventh kingdom owe lots of unpaid wages

It’s an amalgamation of the six kingdoms,
having all of their sins rolled up into one
Pharaoh, Nineveh, Babylon’s whoredoms
Divided empire, Greece, Rome ... all are done

The Devil has one more left, the last perdition:
a wicked kingdom unlike any heretofore
This seventh kingdom will be a proud creation,
with witchcraft hell-baked into it’s very core

Post brimstone day, no trace of man will tell why
the Holy Bible said seven kingdoms would arise


Re: Revelations 17: 9-11. This passage says that five kingdoms have came and went. The sixth kingdom, Rome, was presently in existence when the apostle John wrote the Book of Revelations. And every since then, mankind has been waiting for the last kingdom to appear, the seventh and final kingdom of man before the kingdom of God rules forever. The other six kingdoms are all written about in the pages of the Holy Bible.

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Robert Candler | Details

Legend of the Red October Run

Dedicated to the 2000 National College Football Champions, the Oklahoma Sooners 

--------------------------------------------------------------

Over fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan
Watched and reveled in their glories, every one;
But there’s no more glorious “Sooner Magic” 
Than the Red October Run.

The new millennium's first football season,
Excited Sooners fans’ hopes did soar.
They had tasted victory in Bob Stoops’ first year;
Now, they wanted - no, expected - even more.

There was a glint of promise in Bob’s eyes,
Strength and confidence in his every word.
“Our Team has shown improvement”, is what he said;
“We’ll win!” is what fans heard.

By September’s end, the Sooners were 4 and O,
A “cupcake schedule” some anxious fans would say;
Twenty-two days in October would rule their destiny.
Texas, K-State, Nebraska, the teams they’d have to play.

“OU’s October is a gauntlet”, said ESPN;
“Play #10 and #2 and #1…and win”?
So, on a rainy Saturday morning in Dallas,
The Red October Run would begin.

The Texas State Fair at the Cotton Bowl,
Fans were welcomed by Big Tex.
They screamed, “Go OU!” and “Hook’em Horns!”;
But none could imagine what happened next.

Heupel was a dominating General;
The Sooners Offense, his relentless troops.
Calmus and the Defense assured a total rout,
The Coach of the Day was Bob Stoops.

Sooners fans were wild, delirious with glee;
But Bob seemed focused and sedate.
“We’ll enjoy this victory Sunday;
Then Monday, we’ll prepare for Kansas State”.

No time to revel in the Glory, #2 was tough.
Better than the Huskers?  The possibility was real.
The road to #1 went through Manhattan,
And the Sooners would have to win it on the field.

The sportscasters had a field day.
Last year’s “coaching coup” was news again.
Beasley versus Heupel was “The Match-up”.
Could Heupel evade K-State’s awesome defense 
   and find a way to win? 

Again, Heupel and his troops met the challenge;
And as the Sooners “D” assured a hard fought win,
Every Sooners fan’s heart was stirred.
Could our Sooners be “Big Red” again?

Mighty Nebraska, #1, was coming to Owen Field.
“Biggest OU - Nebraska game in years!” Corso said.
It would be 1 versus 2, a heralded gridiron epic
For the coveted title of…”Big Red”.

It was OU’s biggest home game ever.
The campus was alive with vendors and would-be 
   ticket buyers.
Every Sooners Fan’s heart was pounding.
Could the smell of #1 stoke the Sooners' fires?

The Huskers struck so quickly.
At 14 to nothing, Sooners fans were stunned.
It was shaping up to be a long, long day;
And it wasn’t going to be fun.

Quickly tho’, Heupel rallied his Sooners troops.
They scored and scored and scored again.
The Sooners “D” built a Wall at the 50,
And would not let the Huskers in.

Winners, the Sooners ran and jumped with glee.
Fans flooded Owen Field, milling all around,
Praising and hugging their Sooners Heroes.
They even tore the goal post down.

Now #1, the Sooners had won it on the field.
Their preparation had been well taught.
Bob Stoops, all his great coaches and assistants,
Took pride in how the Sooners fought.

Someone once said, “Everyone loves a winner.”
Everywhere you looked confirmed it’s true.
OU flags fluttered.  Decals, hats, and clothes abound.
Come November, the Sooners and their Fans
    had been renewed,

There’s no slighting the importance of Red October.
The Sooners came together as a Team.
No doubt too, without “The Red October Run”
Their National Championship would still be just a dream.

For the next five games, it was simply unacceptable
For the Sooners to even think that they could fail;
And, tho’ Heupel played injured, they won the Big 12 Championship;
Great Sooners Defense had prevailed.

But no one gave these Big 12 Champs the slightest chance to win
Against the mighty Seminoles of Florida State.
The Heisman Trophy Winner was their quarterback
And their defense was touted to be great.

At the coin toss, Team Captain Torrance Marshall
Said to their quarterback in words most serious and sure,
“You took our boy’s trophy”.  Then he smiled,
“Now we’re gonna take yours”.

The Sooners “D” was everywhere and completely shut them down;
And, when Quentin Griffin’s touchdown closed the door,
Their quarterback knew that Marshall’s words rang true;
The not-so-mighty ‘Noles had not been allowed to score.

Yes, Bob Stoops and his Sooners knew the challenge:
To win Each game ‘til Every game’s been won;
Win for Sooners and their Fans the unchallenged right
To revel in the Glory of being #1.

Yes, my Sooners Team goes on and on,
Different faces, different names;
But these Sooners Champions will be well remembered
For the Season they won Every game.

Undefeated National Champions!
Before October, who would have ever dreamed?
Why, just last year, we didn’t even know the players' names;
And now, they’re College Football’s Greatest Team.

To overcome all adversity and rise to every challenge,
The reward for such a feat is being #1;
Their path to Glory born of a Sooners Legend
Called The Red October Run.

-----------------------------------------


Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Freddie Robinson Jr. | Details

Babylonian Anthem


Thou, O king, hast made a decree, 
that every man that shall hear the
sound of the cornet, flute, harp,
sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, 
and all kinds of musick, shall fall
down and worship the golden image:
And whoso falleth not down and
worshippeth, that he should be cast
into the midst of a burning fiery furnace
Dan. 3:10-11 


When you hear the sound of the dulcimer tones,
rise ... and give thanks to man that you’re alive
Some short time ago, a latter-day Nebuchadnezzar said:
	Don’t bow ... stand
when you hear that peculiar music play
Everybody now know what to do
when the Babylonian anthem hit the airwaves,
	and come piping through
This new king said to all his subjects:
Every time you hear the anthem music,
give me a sign 
to show me that your fealty is mine
Give me a vow,
speak plain your loyalty
Show me that you love this country, 
which I let you live in for a small tax fee
Give reverence to my armies
who protect everything you got,
including your life, which you owe to me
Show me your gratitude — 
I bet not see any protest, or no bad attitude
Don’t come telling me about some 
trivial, kingdom oppression fake news
Stand ... put your hand on your heart
	to openly show all 
that you place your faith and trust in
	the sacred wavy cloth  
Bestow honor and power to the woven idol;
it brought peace and prosperity 
to this fruitful land 
	So honor it ... and stand!
Didn’t he tell you where to place your hand,
Don’t make him have to harden his heart,
and fire up his best-selling idol-making oven
	Such proud Babylonian vanity,
their rich ideas and values 
are considered to be of perfect beauty
Whenever the Babylonian anthem blares,
don’t get on your bending knees 
to ask his nation does anybody really care
The king says, tell your people to pay their taxes on time,
and not to commit any heinous crime
Put your hand on your heart,
and pledge allegiance 
to the Nebuchadnezzar colored cloth
Make sure when you stand, that you understand — 
when that peculiar anthem play;
	some of you might be blue,
some might be gray
It don’t matter where your civil politics sit either way,
liberal or conservative ... the king always got the last say
He could care less whether you’re straight or gay
As long as you’re worshiping him,
king Nebuchadnezzar, at the end of the day
Remember, when the Babylonian anthem
begins to play ... great or small,
don’t disrespect his royal cloth
Although it can’t wash your sins away,
	kissing the colored cloth 
where the bald eagle dropped a little backdoor soft
Will keep your sorry sackbut soul
from getting fiery furnace tossed
Constitutional ignorance don’t flip this king’s sympathy card,
	you better know where your hand is,
				          as well where be your heart
Bringing out the Pharaoh in him ain’t good,
	is that now understood?
Stand ... be proud of your war anthem
Conquering and assimilating cultures
is a very profitable Babylonian tradition
Sure, there’s a lot of dirty laundry history,
the best moneymaking venture was investing in slavery
When he clink the chains, he never try to tell them
it ain’t ever personal
Cold business decisions require emotional distance,
that’s just the way the wind of fate blows
		Speaking of personal:
Most everyone knows his mother, Mystery, is a harlot
Which makes him a mongrel son,
	whose ring finger got an angry twitch
And he’s very quick on flipping the nuclear oven switch
So don’t forget: he take no excuses, and he rarely miss
an opportunity to cremate more death ashes
So listen to your king Neb’s advice, and stand — 
	he demand complete obedience 
Every child, woman and man better not kneel,
they better stand ...
When the Babylonian anthem is playing
Every man, woman and child
better know where to place their hand,
		and know where to put their heart ...
When the Babylonian anthem start
Let him see your flag waving vow of loyalty;
	support his troops, and enjoy 
the spoils of war from every Babylonian victory
Thru the smoke and fire you can hear his primal plea:
Put your trust in the tri-colored cloth image of me 
Sell me your soul 
for secular shekel security
And let me be your God,
in whom you believe
Worship my cult of personality
Babylonian anthem lets him know
who’s on the king’s side
When that anthem starts playing,
	nobody can hide
O Babylonian citizens rise, 
and stand ... when he command
Give glory to the revered linen articles of man,
wavy righteousness is a heart covered by hand
Puff out your chest, put hand over your breast;
	the king says, do this often, 
and prosperity will flood the land
False profits will shill that Babylon is never falling
Intone the spiked crown anthem 
in a joyous, deified psaltery key
Giving thanks to man not God,
makes you drunk as Mother harlot Mystery
The handwriting of God remains written on the palace wall,
Nebuchadnezzar’s kingdom will surely fall
	So rise and alertly stand,
anticipate the start of the 
Babylonian anthem
Pay homage to the patriotic brand,
sing the missing verses if you can
The only true mystery is when
the Babylonian anthem will forever end


 

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Prophets and Messiahs

The difference between bad-old-boy competitively evolving egg whites
and good-girl revolutionary just-us-yolks
is the difference between prophetic intent
and messianic practice,
said Professor Glory
in her Gospel of Permaculture class,
one Friday morning
while sitting on her
crass desk of Primal Theory.

What could this dipolarity possibly mean,
between prophets of reforming doom and brighter co-redeemers,
for science and a more exegetical philosophy?
she apparently asked rhetorically
as surely no pupil would raise a voice or brow 
to expansively respond.

Prophet Kuhn's Problem of Incommensurability
within scientific revolutions,
as contrasted to normal-science evolutions,
runs logically parallel
to Darwin's problem 
that endosymbiosis appears to conclude
that the genetically rich will always get richer,
whether these be biological genes
or paradigmatic memes,
without explaining a more complex phylogenetic recreativity
and interdependence
resulting in great speciating transitions 
and scientific revolutions 
across multiple paradigms,
bringing what was individuated
into a new,
more multiculturally explicated,
consciousness of evolving ecto-cooperatively synced
co-empathic democratic trust.

Culturally synergetic trends
across ectosymbiotic revolutions
of cooperative Win-Win evolutionary diastasis,
or, as we like to say in Permaculture,
"climaxing beloved community"
conjoins complexly interdependent
paradigms
species
within ecological systems,
cooperating networks.

So 
one prophet's competitively incommensurable endo-evolution
of Business As Usual shouting for reform
could also be a cooperative messiah's meta-commensurable
ecto-revolutionary 
permacultural exegesis
rooted in a fractal regenerativity of relativity theory,
as Primal Relationship of Left with Right bicameral consciousness.

Right-meta-intuitive with Left-endo-ego-deductive balance
coarises two nondual, endo with ecto, 
symbiotic environmental views 
of culture,
nature,
form,
information,
deductively-physical with intuitively-metaphysical function,
con-scientific conscience,
consciousness of supporting prophetic evolutions
promising revolutionary cooperative permacultural design
and development 
of familial 
and tribal 
and all ectosymbiotic 
political and eco-logical eco-normics.

Prophets predict scientific revolutions 
most exegetically and co-redemptively correct,
as in historically accurate about Great Transitions,
after the fact of swelling intuitive/deductive cultural support.

Meanwhile
the co-messianic promise of a new cooperative
permacultural
metaphysical endo/ectosymbiotic evolutionary paradigm
may resolve more ectosymbiotic imbalances
long before competitive BusinessAsUsual Left-brain dominance
realizes he has already lost interest
enthusiasm
investment
in further Win-Lose Evolutionary Prophecies.

Permaculturing seasons 
with deductive/inductive developmental reasons
long ago RNA-inclusively proved themselves
to be at least as successful endosymbiotically,
deductively,
reductively within any one paradigm or species,
as ectosymbiotically,
metasystemically,
polyculturally,
universally,
cosmologically,
seasonally/transitionally fractal rhythms of eco-consciousness as Time;
a Win-Win Opera in 4 confluent voices
with Polynomial Uracil singing full Yang Summer of ReGenesis
with Not-Not Polynomial Cytosine's full Yin-Yin Winter DeComposition
while Adenine-Springs forward Yin to Yang consumption
and Guanine-Falls back Yang toward Yin production,
A with G
and U with C
each bi-elliptically 
dipolar-fractal (0)-soul centrally
regeneratively 
revolving diastasis;
bicamerally functional in-form-ation--
not-not cognitive dissonance theory.

Both Left-endo and Right-ecto symbiosis
are important to bicameral co-messiahs
with scientific-intuitive
revolutionary/transitional
information processes,
autonomic-aptic-endemic 
steering toward pandemic 
enculturation.

Quoting my colleague Professor C. Eisenstein,
"Are people happier now,
more fulfilled,
for having films 
rather than tribal storytellers,
MP3 players
rather than gatherings around the piano?
Are we happier eating mass-produced food
rather than that from a neighbor's field
or our own garden?
Are we happier?
Has any new need been met?"

Intending this quote rhetorically
concluded with a question,
Professor Glory smiled with pleasure
at the smallest person voice
far in back of her great assembly hall,
"Our new permacultural need
on behalf of all EarthTribe species
is cooperative networking capacity
which might revolve recapacity
to gather around a piano
to become each other's song
sung in exquisite harmonic octaves,
with four equally balanced voices
co-messianically blending East with prophetic West
and exegetically back again,
reiterating karmic grace."

Well sung.
Co-arising revolution is to exegetical regenesis of loving nutritious grace
as prophetic evolution is to eisegetical phylogenesis,
struggling toward polypathic natural designs of cycling time.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long Poems