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Archive for October, 2012

ENTER THE DOOR TO THE LIGHT

ENTER THE DOOR TO THE LIGHT

IN A TOWN ON A FARM

dedicated to G. O.

In a town on a farm
not too long ago
a farmer told his livestock
‘this is how it is,
this is how it should be’
and all was well
the chickens were fed
the cows had hay
and all the pigs were happy
in the mud.

One cold December day
the farmers dog went rabid
he told the farmer
‘I don’t care.
it doesn’t matter
we can all do
what ever we want.’
The dog bit the farmer
who later died.
The chickens had no feed
the cows had no hay
and the pigs lost weight
while rolling in the mud
they were not happy.
They all died.

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CHIQUE GOTH

It was around the time of the Middle Ages,

no the real Middle Ages, Goth

we were pretty much scared of anything moving.

We’d piss and shit in the streets.

Damn the smell of it all was horrid.

There were lots of fortune-tellers

making two bits or a byte

as in your mouth bite.

 

Lots of people using stupid shit

like frog eyes and newt nuts

trying to cure people dying

from black plague, an AIDS 1.0, duh,

or leprosy, venereal disease, or starvation

from no money honey.

Ya’ understand that, don’t ya’?

 

Religious fruits called monks,

no, not all, Sate-loon child,

there were some good ones hear,

and Court priests walked around

all the time and everywhere,

just like today, really, it was creepy,

in black robes,

and they’d cut your head off

if ya’ didn’t give ’em

a head job or your wife or

something for gods sake.

We ate with our bare hands

and burped and farted at the table.

 

Now we were Goths.

These kids today,

all dressing up like it’s Halloween

all the time.

As we look back now,

those were the really good times.

Lots of death and rotting flesh

in the streets. Plenty of corruption

and murder and rape.

Now those were the days.

Yeah, the good old Middle Ages days, huh?

CAN YOU HEAR ME?


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DECEMBER 25th is a day created by Wall Street to create prophets. 🙂

All kidding aside, God is anything that is greater than you are. God is also anything smaller than you are.

Call it God, or call it Nature or call it Spirit. There is always a power out there that will always be greater than man can ever hope to be.

Therefore there is no such thing as atheism. Even the self-professed atheist believes in something supreme . . . be it football games, beer or themselves. The bible (both the old and new) and the Quran were written by MEN. And while you will still find Truths in all of the good books, and you will also find paths toward ancient traditional values (respect, honesty, love, compassion, honor, humility, etc., as relevant today as they were when the Greeks wrote about them), and you will find guidance toward enlightenment (knowledge, spirituality) . . . they are still ALL interpretations written by MEN. They will always be biased toward men and against women. And they are also susceptible to half truths told by men while supposedly under the guidance of God (which may be true in some cases), but at other times they may just as well have been under the guidance and influence of drugs, starvation, or delusion.

There are a very small few that teach enlightenment without bias toward any one religion or belief. These are the ‘true prophets’. There are those that refuse to acknowledge any other way except for their own. These include Christians, Muslims and Jews. These are religious dogmatists that mostly serve no one but themselves and their selfish egos and desires. Then there are those that are lost and do not know what to believe.

This is exactly why our modern world is so screwed up. All of the religious dogmatists argue over whose gods and whose profits are supreme. Pissing on each other over righteousness. They forget the one most important pinnacle of all religions. It does not matter what you believe, or where you’ve been, or where you’re going (heaven or hell), or if you know Christ or Yahweh or Mohamed, or not. The only important thing in this life is how you treat others RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW. Even if you live in the deepest jungles of Africa, or in the most remote villages of the Outback, and have never heard of the white mans gods . . .  if you live your live as a good person, whatever lies beyond this life, you deserve to be in the paradise place.

For hose who understand this. Keep the faith. Keep spreading the good word and teaching how to teach enlightenment. For the rest of you . . . get over your holy selves.

DARWIN’S DEMISE

When Copernicus gazed into the sun

the Church of Earth fell.

Newton’s apple fell

hit him on his head

and set the world in motion.

Darwin evolved from chimpanzees

and single-cell ocean fish.

 

I came from Outer Space.

My floating DNA ancestors

wander

far through stars

vibrating masses invisible

eyes won’t see

the universe is.

My DNA ancestors

created

Darwin’s single-cell ocean fish.

Fooled poor Darwin.

Fooling you

and your evolutions.

 

I am Achilles

My father was a mere human

my mother was a goddess.

I am a Lugal.

Standing on the expanding shoulders

of the mighty Giants.

Your scientists and scholars

all shortsighted

believe Darwin’s Easter Island

only an Earth and an apple

vast oceans

dust whirling winds

fiery endless

motionless.

BRIEF ESSAY ON ECONOMICS

A BRIEF ESSAY ON ECONOMICS

What is an economy? An economy is people. People trading goods and services with people. Pretty simple, huh? It really is. It’s not as complicated as some might have us think. In fact, making things ‘complicated’ is often the best way undermine an economy. Another way to undermine an economy is secrecy. More on that later, but first, let’s define ‘economy’.

You have an orange orchard and I have an apple orchard. At the end of the week we both had a good crop. So we get together and decide to trade. You trade six of your oranges for six of my apples. We have created an economy. This can go on with our friend who has a strawberry patch or our friend that repairs and makes shoes. We have built an economy. We decide the ‘quality’ and ‘value’ of our products. And based on these two factors, we decide what is ‘fair’ when we trade our beautiful apples for beautiful oranges and vice versa. As long as you continue producing fine oranges and I continue producing fine apples, we are both happy at the end of every week because our families get to sample the best of both worlds. No government intervention, no taxes, no brokers fees, no licensing or permits, no reports or recordkeeping, no stockholders or shares to keep tabs on. Life is simple.

Now one week, a nasty bug gets into your crop (and I didn’t plant it there). But what results is that you’re crop that week is looking somewhat skimpy, while mine is still beautiful and fine. Hence, ‘supply and demand’. Well now this week, six apples for six oranges just will not do. This is not ‘fair’. So we negotiate and decide for this week you will give me two of your skimpy oranges for every one of my apples.  We’re both still happy because at least you got a few good apples and for the week, I got quite a few oranges skimpy as they might be. Life is still simple. We are still a strong economy and we still trade fairly and we are all still happy (although you will be much happier when you get rid of those darn bugs).

Life is good. Now here comes the complication part along with the extortion. John Carpetbagger shows up in town one day and tells you he can get rid of your bugs for you, but you have to give him one of every six of your oranges every week he treats your crops. Now you only have five oranges to trade with me. I get less orange’s and you get less apples, but your oranges look better, even though now they may be tainted with a toxic pesticide. Soon the mayor of the town realizes John Carpetbagger is picking up a bundle of oranges every week for treating your crops with a chemical.  In his unselfish intent to protect all the growers, he passes a law that requires both of us to give him at least one of our apples or oranges every week so he can protect us and certify John Carpetbagger’s shady treatment methods. At the same time he requires John Carpetbagger to provide him with at least one orange a week so he can be certified and licensed, assuring all the growers that everything is safe.

Now John Carpetbagger asks you for two oranges a week instead of one so he can pay the mayor. So now you give the mayor one orange a week and you give John Carpetbagger two oranges a week and we only end up trading three oranges for three apples every week. Did John Carpetbagger plant that harmful insect in your orchard? We don’t know. But suddenly the following week the nasty insects show up in my orchard, too. The mayor is happy though, because all he has to do is print out a few pieces of paper and sign them and he gets three oranges and three apples every week. John Carpetbagger is happy because all he has to do is spray our crops and give the mayor one apple and one orange every week, but he gets to keep two for himself.  After all, John Carpetbagger has to give his manufacturer either one apple or orange every week to get his toxic insect killer. Eventually if we’re smart, we’ll figure out who the manufacturer is, cut a deal and cut John Carpetbagger completely out of the picture. But the mayor still wants his extra apple and orange every week. So the mayor tells us we still have to give him an extra apple or orange for buying it directly from the manufacturer and using it on our crops. He still gets two apples and two oranges every week, even though he only has to print up a few forms and sign them once.

But the mayor is still not happy. He now has a growing family and has to expand his storage facility to store all of the apples, oranges, and strawberries he gets every week. So he creates a new law. He tells us we cannot directly trade apples and oranges with each other and we cannot trade directly with the manufacturer. In order for him to keep track of how many apples and oranges we have, and how many we trade with the manufacturer, he tell us we can now only use his new paper money that he is printing just for us to make things easier. So now the mayor gets to decide how many of his paper ‘notes’ we get for each apple and orange. So we begin trading with the mayor’s new paper ‘notes’. He was giving us one paper note for each apple or orange.

But now he has grandkids, and has a fruit distribution company on the side, and he tells us he will only give us one paper ‘note’ that he prints for every two apples or oranges. That is an example of an economy now complicated and extorted. You have less oranges. I have less apples.  John Carpetbagger now runs the mayor’s fruit business and the mayor will soon become governor.

I hope I’ve answered the question ‘what is an economy’ for you in terms anyone can understand. Next time I’ll explain how stocks and bonds work.  It’s all just apples and oranges!

TALK TO ME

TALK TO ME

TALK TO ME

Write, write, write…

If you become obsessed with being published, you will become just another frustrated writer like so many others in the world. Write every chance you get, no matter how ludicrous or nonsensical what you write might seem. Write for yourself not for others. Most writers who write to make others happy lose their soul. Don’t ever let any critic frustrate you into not writing, this happens very often to too many writers. All you are doing is giving in to someone who probably doesn’t even know what good writing is, and you only hurt yourself.

Don’t be frustrated by vultures, such as may often be experienced on the web. Experience life! Good writing material comes from true life experience and your unique interpretation. Desktop writers are usually stale or journalists, and we all know most journalists are rarely real writers, they are just paid record keepers. Those that never go beyond their own four walls can not possibly know what the rest of the world feels. Keep pads of paper and a pen wherever you hang out, by your bedside, in the kitchen, at your desk, in the bathroom, in your car…and don’t be afraid to pick them up and use them whenever you can.

Keep your writing organized. If you write a lot of crap and just keep throwing it in drawers, that is where they will die. Type your stuff into a computer. Bind it in an organized fashion. Catalog it. This way you will always know where it is. You will also be able to come back and read it, figure out if it sucks or if it has potential, then polish it till it makes you cream. But don’t over polish. Anything too slick is worthless. It has no heart. Read as much as you can…from other writers, about writing. Read and study all the grammatical rules, then make your own.

Courses and seminars are just fine, I guess…but usually you learn what works for others and not what works best for you. Often they will fill your brain with rules that cramp creativity. Take anything any academic tells you with a grain of salt. Academic writers usually think they know it all and are great writers. Usually they are creatively isolated and lame, and they only write for other academics, who are usually the only ones that understand their misaligned gibberish complete with obscure and insignificant references. Write so that anyone can understand what you read. The more sensibly and sincere you write, the more it has universal appeal and significance. Never, ever take the publishing world seriously. It is a marketplace and like any other marketplace it is full of prostitution and idiots. Treat them as such and you are sure to succeed. Remember… published writers have very often sacrificed their own personal creativity for some sleazy magazine or some high brow snot nosed esoteric rag which hardly anyone reads.

If you do decide to waste your time trying to get published instead of writing…this requires lots of letters, postage and time. Eventually someone will publish you. Never be discouraged by rude editors who never acknowledge or reply…this is a majority in the publishing world. Play the contest game if you like, but if you do, go for the big ones, with big rewards. Don’t waste your time on the little guys, they do little to advance your career. Before you submit anything, polish it. Ask someone with half a brain to read it, and listen to their idiocy, somehow you might manage to extrude a grain of truth. Visit as many little artsy fartsy writer get togethers as you can. Here you will find other hopeless circus clowns, but every now and then you might just meet someone who can actually advance your writing ambitions.

Write, write, write then write some more. Then edit, edit, edit and then edit some more. This is the true secret. And as previously and wisely mentioned…have fun! If you are not having fun when you write, it becomes a job. And in this case you might as well become a journalist, or write for magazines or journals or Hallmark cards. Invest in a current copy of the Writers Handbook. Visit the Poets & Writers web site…these can be good resources if you know how to use them. And finally, never ever put up with anybodies crap or sell your soul. Editors, agents and their kind can be vicious, self-serving and butchers…tell them to kiss your arse. And write what you feel…this way you will always be happy and you will not feel like you are a writing prostitute, like so many other best seller list sluts.

GOD WARS AND DOCU-DRAMAS – A poem and philosophical inquiry.

 The Gods always seem to be at war with each other.

            I see it on TV.

A friend of mine has it on their smart phone as an app.

People walk around    or sit all day

staring at their    mini-screens    or       big screens

watching     the Gods at war.

Some of them     just enjoy    the Gods at war.

Others    type   as fast    as their thumbs   and fingers    can move

either        helping the Gods at war keep fighting

or    they are busy typing away

thinking    they can get    the Gods at war   to stop    fighting . . .

maybe they can.

But the real war,       well   the  real war

is convincing

all    of those people

with   or without      big screens           and     mini screens

that the   Gods at war    are    not worth              watching.

And the    Gods at war   are not     worth      fighting for.

The Gods     have fought    before.

And only     men      suffered.

The Gods      do not    suffer.

They   are   Gods.

Only men   suffer.

Women suffer     even more than    men.

Are the Gods    only at war                   for us

like the Greeks             said they were?

Trying to save us

from themselves

or from other Gods           not quite  so    benevolent?

Only the Gods    would know     the answer.

They     are    Gods.

We are     only     men and    women.

Have we ever asked      the Gods

why

they were       at war???

Would they even want us   to know

how imperfect     their world    was?

After   all   a Universe   of Gods    where they   had  to    fight     each other?

You would think   as Gods

since they already      knew  everything

they would be at  peace.

We are    the Gods   to ants     and    roaches.

We watch them    or

we kill them.

Do      we    ever    try   to   help    them?

They only like to    watch us    fight.

It’s the only way     they know   they are safe.

As long as we’re not fighting

hungry          over them.

Why are the Gods at war?

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f j llorente

July 11 2012

thank you Stephane Mallarme – Poet (1842-1898)

for re-inspiring my visual verse

Welcome friends and frolickers!

Step in, set and stay, and stop back.

I will stain these empty pages with ink bits of inktell and ornery arts.

Stay tuned!

Across the sands of time. . .

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