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Faysunkle Fay's Unkle Poem
On this UBI's Day, May 1st, to observe the greatest socioeconomic concept ever conceived.
You can't have all you want
but not having all you need,
it's a pity, unworthy economic being,
don't expect a man plant
growing grains, fruits and juices,
rise to the heights
of your human nature's creator,
make them a gift,
and have as gift
life's gift, for piece of mind,
with our society's work.
Still hunger is a scare,
unconsciously makes you
rushing running hurrying pushing.
Why, ask your god and,
bring the answer down to earth.
Say it to the tall powers
to whom earth belongs to,
what's misery for,
while there is plenty.
Where is my piece of mind
and fulfillment.
Other species await in you,
without sorrow questions
so without negative fellings,
freer about its wellbeing.
Forces of petty power up there
must do what's needed,
powers abstract, unknown,
like the sky,
always as far as started going to it.
Who are they, that stop me,
can't really see them,
I'm changing them
and they remain the same.
A new human being may emerge,
to live life as was meant to be,
effortlessly, with society's work.only.
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Your mother didn't know how to make a child,
she triggered her nature. Mother nature knew,
and she knows and will always know
how to turn a seed into a child.
Bit by bit assembles life,
under her ultimate protection,
at an absolute hide away: In Her Body.
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A creative code, the miracle of life. The Process.
Nature's inherent unborn will,
to make something that counts time and floats around,
in the lifeless emptiness,
under the sun's lively light and the seas of water.
In the millennia to follow nature invented mother
to start with the ripen seed, a blueprint, life's code,
some dna, to call it, The Devine Prowess,
splits, to attract others to adhere,
the one becomes two,
and the two, four, and eight and a hundred,
and a million and a zillion,
carbon to carbon or oxygen, but not to helium,
hydrogen to oxygen but not to iron,
for the two joined, to seak to add others,
and the simple took form, complicated.
That's the ultimate, The Magical.
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Mother has plenty of materials,
nature's littlest guys, invisible, atoms don't they call them ?
oxygens and carbons, hydrogens, calciums
and companies of them.
Made by chance.... Don't need glue to stick together,
naturally dictated eternal rules are life's function:
each attract some, and don't attract some other,
the attracted stick to each other and tie
at the correct positions and right orientation,
to build hands and noses, hearts and lungs,
all of you and me, and all in the
kingdoms of animals and plants.
Miraculous, inviting attachees with the right form to stick,
like they have dents, dimples and bulges to match and tie,
......as males and females have too,
or form their body parts to make,
to stick together, to accomplish their organism's requests.
Miracle. The Purpose.
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The miracle of life, the miracle of creation,
a little rock never becomes big rock,
but a little hand grows to its size to stop,
a heart beats, an eye draws conclusions of the outside,
and a brain gets interested and curious to explore,
thus life learns living.
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What else than fulfillment can be felt
by the organism thus created.
Unbelievably true, mind cobbling,
not investigated further,
but fulfilling in its abstractness
and only by its abstractness.
....the result includes that, that caused its creation,
and starts making it again,
to never vanish.
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Trying to find how it happens,
the created looks at the skies....
....religion knows very well to believe to The Creator,
who if asked why it's happening, would say, Because.
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On this UBI's Day, May 1st, to observe the greatest socioeconomic concept ever conceived.
UBI, what if I'm missing the necessary.
Solve it, opportunity for statues.
Long version
This statue down there,
across me, don't know
what hunger is
and what's to be needy.
No needy left a statue,
at the most became a saint,
what didn't have is
reverse inspiration.
You can't have all you want,
but not having all you need
it's a pity for human race,
it's plenty's AI auto era,
metal bodies, arms and fingers
point on me: have what you need,
not having, it's not allowed.
Don't expect a man plant
with stems and branches
growing grains, fruits and juices,
device the equivalent,
rise to the heights of your creator,
you wasn't made out of misery
unworthy economic being,
make them a gift,
and have them as gift,
life's gift, for piece of mind
and fulfillment, effortlessly,
with our society's work only.
Solve it.
Become a worthy human statue.
Your cells drive your needs,
beating your logic to
rush run hurry push,
that's need's scare,
ask your god why, get the answer,
and bring it down to earth.
Say it all to the tall powers
to whom earth belongs to:
millennia shaped me and
great minds civilized me,
but still You have me wonder on
The Bad Old, Aeonian Question,
What If,
what if I'm missing the necessary,
now that there is plenty
of everything around,
and without our nature's holdings too,
which you pretend you guard.
It is then, that I and we, give in,
the smallest boats
in deep wavy seas.
Other species await in you,
without sorrow questions
thus without negative feelings,
freer about its wellbeing.
Who objects to this,
forces of petty power up there
must do what's needed,
those next to you but far,
powers abstract
and really unknown,
like the sky.
What's sky,
where is the substance,
always as far as started going to it,
far, there, where it meets the earth,
even going up yourself
to the tall mountain,
makes sky and earth
look further apart.
Who are they, that stop me,
can't really see them,
I'm changing them
and they remain the same.
Solve It.
No more.
Rebirth of the human kind.
A new human being may emerge,
to live life as was meant to be,
effortlessly, with society's work.only.
I had a dream once,
a dream unheard,
but didn't know
that a lot of people had.
"A Basic Income is an income unconditionally granted to all on an individual basis, without means test or work requirement"
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I climbed to the highest mountains
and swam across the seas,
thinking what's the universe,
this earth in it,
and us, little brave creatures.
Wisdom I searched for,
not to be wise.
Like the air of the wind
and the light of the sun
is the knowledge of wisdom,
can't catch it,
need device to harness.
Difficult knowledge,
concealed nature of the things,
the tree of knowledge without roots,
knowing but... doubting,
feeling to learn it in an other way;
wisdom is not only to know,
it's to devise the known
to look as if it was unkown.
Experience and intuition,
insight, and common sense
are there, blended together
and maturing over generations.
No one claims ownership,
in due time, becomes gold,
precious, forbidden by its own value.
Precious wisdom is: hunger
and war must not exist.
Never claims the victory of shallow pride.
So confident !
Droplet by droplet leaves
a mark on the hardest of rocks.
Philosophy got to know wisdom's
value and made friends with,
still lives; 2500 years later
stays young and wanted,
lighting our way to the nature of being.
Write a book wise :
'introduction to wisdom',
'intermediate wisdom',
'advanced wisdom',
then count the wise,
no more added.
All the wisdom of the universe
is trapped in a seed,
see in silliness wisdom too,
the behavior of nature's
littlest creatures,
the bee's pollination,
and the change of seasons.
Tame the senses,
don't live life, smell it, taste it.
caress life from a distance.
No matter what I did, there remains the unknown to blame for my misfortunes.
Nature's wisdom, drive my thoughts.
At the edge of the universe is the edge of existence.
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Like a statue I want to be,
never have needs,
or stems I want to grow,
heavy with grains and fruits,
a self sustained being,
let us needy hungry not be.
Since the start of time
your destiny was shaped
by your cell's needs,
a petty survival,
worshiping for this,
eating your piece of mind away.
How different it would have been,
if they always came to you
like nature's gift: mother's feed.
If could only mind's needs shaped us,
they are different needs,
of a different destiny,
Never dared look your creator
in the eyes for changing course.
Along with the gods
do for yourself something too.
Metal bodies arms and fingers,
need's daughters, the inventions,
point on me economic being:
have what you need,
not having is not allowed.
Rise to your creator's greatness
make them a gift, a life's gift.
If you can't have all,
it's a pity human race
not to have what you need
nowadays, effortlessly,
with society's work only,
for the piece of your mind
and fulfillment, for a new calmer
human being to emerge.
The search for food made us
warriors and political,
a mind by itself is not such,
has different needs.
Nerve cells are driving us
and learned logic can't stop them.
Stop them without a lift of a finger.
"A Basic Income is an income
unconditionally granted to all o
n an individual basis,
without means test
or work requirement"
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Father man, valued planner
and earner at your wife's side,
pillar of our homes,
children's needs are met
with your fathering
and in return you're a happy father.
“Our Father in heaven...."
pray the people, that's your appraisal.
Respectful,
knitting the social web
is strong influence for your children.
You're riding waves
bringing home calmness.
In the manhood of fathers
I found mine,
chance met choice.
You fathered the way I needed to,
and I am as you wished for me to be.
We heard together rains and winds,
but birds and singers too,
and running waters,
and mother's voice:
"you two ....."
mother was always overlooking.
Oh mother.. Father said not me
and I laughed, who was it then,
liked to think of me as troublemaker
because I was not.
I looked for you in me,
my children is my decision,
you show me the road to bravery
chasing the barking dog away,
invulnerable on your shoulders
I felt this world is mine too.
Innocent cheater, I still wait
to listen music in rainfall
and I forget I don't like rain.
You're a spirit in my mind
and a man in our lives,
you kept the rudder straight
for us to have and we had.
In bad times you said it's ok,
you convinced me and so I felt.
Noble manners with
sharp cutting edges,
you only gave in to mother,
she said, you didn't answer,
you laughed, you left.
Your advice is reason,
you said school is good,
I believed you,
I rip the gains now,
mother first priority,
yes she is,
brothers and sisters above all,
yes they are,
bare children, look.
With you in mind I went far in life
and from there went further
feeling secure in mind, where
your strengths are mine too.
I have a dreamed hope,
for an honored child
is parent's biggest honor.
Changes dad, changes,
you lied to me once and for all,
your flesh was not made
of the same staff as your bones,
clocks measure mine now.
Fathers's hearts, never cut their lives short.
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It's written with neurons what you feel,
it's your cells, your very inner being,
you think it's going to change tomorrow,
can't use your school eraser that you have had to do this,
thought after thought the mind rewires the brain,
build new circuits with the same neurons to change your feelings,
don't love what you loved to stop pain,
don't fear what you feared to stop anguish,
It's written with neurons this that directs you.
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You pain alone, someone else can't feel your flesh where feelings etch, and named anguish. With so many around feel alone, can't truly share it, to soften and wane. Words don't transfer feelings, only describe them a bit, they don't make you feel what someone else feels. Are you strong, for an ultimate support, to align with the distressed flesh, to feel what really feels, to share undesirable feelings and banish them.
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I wish I could take your soul in mine
and link your mind to mine too,
only soul to soul and mind to mind,
is a touch to inner flesh,
there, where thoughts and feelings emerge,
born and grown,
nerve to nerve, neuron to neuron.
Soul to soul, mind to mind,
you'll feel the ultimate support:
You're not alone
to face the fear of your eyes
and the sadness of your face.
You are two now, you and you mine,
you have me, as you have you,
we're two, but I am yours to ingest,
in a happy expense for your sadness.
We'll share your thoughts and feelings,
these, that your inner world saved in your eyes,
we'll glide wavy seas and stormy skies,
to ride stormy fears and the wavy sadness,
and calm our anguished soul,
wavy seas and stormy skies lull,
calming the worries of sadness and fears.
Unified as we will be,
the fear will wane, and the sadness will ebb away.
That's a lot to do, but little for my will.
Transplant your thoughts to mine,
they'll become ours,
feel them then, becoming harmless,
I'll return them sadness-less, safe,
to see your eyes bright again,
and light on your face,
you will be you again,
but without me anymore,
heightened, detached, free.
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REWORKED 27 OCT 2017
I'm sorry I'm reposting this, I had to rework it for better meaning continuity and flow of speech.
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Time pulls life by its hand
and she's gliding along,
to see, to sense to enjoy,
proliferates with pride,
but..... it's waning too,
breadth after breadth spent.
Doesn't know, time doesn't tell her
it's being ebb away,
cheats on young life's careless richness,
don't t feel time an enemy.
Young minds don't know what's
thirty, forty,fifty years,
they go along, they have plenty to spend.
As life is waning, lessens, feels lighter,
and counts her breadths fewer.
Humbled then, pulls her hand,
but the grasp is tight, it's late.
Time, is dragging her now,
time and life are one, it's nature's destiny.
The mountains and the seas,
the sun and the stars sent time away,
life didn't learn it, nor curing wane.
Nature faulted on life,
created her bittersweet.
Thieves, time and demising death,
you're stealing our things,
our inner worlds,
switching existence to nothing.
We are life, only life,
that's all we're, life, nothing else.
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Time pulls life by its hand and she's gliding along,
to see, to sense to enjoy,
doesn't tell her, her being ebb away, breadth after breadth.
Young life has time to spend, young mind don't know
what's twenty, thirty, fifty years, doesn't feel time an enemy.
It's proliferating, while it's waning, breadth after breadth spent,
lessens, feels lighter, and counts her breadths fewer.
Humbled then, pulls her hand, but the grasp is tight, too late.
Time, is dragging her now, time and life are one,
it's nature's destiny.
We are life, only life, that's all we're, life,
nothing else.
The mountains and the seas, the sun and the stars sent time away,
but life didn't learn how,
or how to cure waning.
Nature faulted on life, created her bittersweet.
Thieves time and demise,
you're stealing our things, our inner worlds,
switching existence to nothing.
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Soul's mirrors and mind's
study are the eyes,
and the verdict is clear,
wild animals cave in the
hollows of your mind, herds,
escorting your thoughts
and opening your eyes wide,
front window to a
spacy mind's fantasies,
and easy smiles drawn,
as thorny roses pricking
your fingers, you're hurt.
Call it gathering of the herds,
or.... the others showed up.
Snakes spell words ?
One word one snake ?
One stabbing one wolf ?
Feels like jungle, go hunting,
chase the wild with the risky,
personalize the unknown,
then look for the stick.
Seems to feel like
being in other places,
in their places ?
too small a world ?
meeting them everywhere,
always away from a home,
in your home.
You're searching all the time
without looking for something,
you're here and there and
your thoughts everywhere,
pages never turned,
a bit of each on a lot,
starting one and continuing another,
thoughts are powering you,
natural energizers,
consuming yourself.
You're consumed unhappily,
sleeping seated and eating laid,
waiting with the mornings for light.
Enjoy watching the horizon
at the sea shores,
not the sky,
guess how big the world is,
don't wonder what's on
it's other side, reporting
leave of absence.
You always want to see
where your gaze can't reach.
Look at the mirror
and see something.
Where are you ?
You seem to think, it's not worthy it.
But everything ? Everybody ?
Who's remote, you or the others.
Where those you looked for are ?
You are leaving us,
if you could look at me and see my
concerns, would you stay with us.
It's not an end,
forests will keep making oxygen
and the seas rain's water.
Live, Alive.
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