Guest poet: Up and Down (a poem)

Originally from http://tumblngphilopoet.tumblr.com/
Author: Paul Dolinsky

Up and Down (a poem)

                 Thesis
Temporality is on display
All is day, there is no night
There are no boundaries
History is obsolete
All is present
               Antithesis
See what you can see
Before it seizes you,
Pulls you down,
then lifts you up
Into the heights,
Flagellates you,
Yes, so you can rise again.
             Synthesis
The empty mind is the luminous mind.
The luminous mind creates light
and the beings who inhabit its world.
That is the synthesis.

The Fiat Dollar

 There are two primary factors driving society's divergence from truth.  The first factor is one I attempt to remedy in my poetry by attempting to liberate consciousness from its own illusion.

The second factor is money: What we use as money (debt) drives and facilitates so many of the ills that plague our society today: mindless rampant debt-fueled consumerism, wars fought in order to support the dollar, political corruption and corporatism etc.

These two videos explain the structure of our fiat currency -the world reserve currency and the currency you have to own if you want to buy oil (unless you're buying it from Iran, but don't worry, Obama will make sure to change that).

The Truth About Politics

I have never agreed more with the host of a program on FOX. Needless to say this show was canceled shortly thereafter

Phutureprimitive Burn

I usually don't like songs with lyrics but this one I'm obsessed with.  I didn't like it at first but by the end of my first listen I was hooked.

Sign/kilowatts

Sign

Left

in the lurch

           

            Time

       flies

                        By

            Free for

the taking

                        But

Words fail

of their own account

            To redeem

               Themselves

                   In the

            Wake

            Of their

binding reality 

Dust

   

The wanderer follows

No hallowed path

Set forth for her

By the sagacious few.

Nor does she live

To build her past

For far off futures

Whose seeds are sewn.

No familiar face

Has she ever seen

That greets her where

She decides to sleep

But travels with

The wind in her hair:

The only companion

She chooses to keep.

All empires return

To dust that birthed

Them from the nothingness

Of barren ground,

And push the ambitious

To build them tall

For fleeting futures

On foundations unsound.

Such men still laugh

At one like her

Who possesses nothing

In their eyes,
And lives in chaos

Of shifting destiny

With no respect

For human lies.

But no future goal

Controls her fate

Nor worldly tethers

Bind her past

So she is free

To contemplate

Her relation to

The earth so vast.

She is the dust

from God’s fingers

that’s fallen on

Ungrateful land

And shows the blind

And sinful people

Their origin from

The present at hand.

They deride and mock

Or at best ignore her

And value what God

Did not confer

But she is more

than the earth and sky

And none can take

What belongs to her.