Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Guest poet: Up and Down (a poem)

Originally from http://tumblngphilopoet.tumblr.com/
Author: Paul Dolinsky
Up and Down (a poem)
Temporality is on display
All is day, there is no night
There are no boundaries
History is obsolete
All is present
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.
The empty mind is the luminous mind.
The luminous mind creates light
and the beings who inhabit its world.
That is the synthesis.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

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).

Friday, February 17, 2012

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

Friday, February 10, 2012

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.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012


in the lurch
            Free for
the taking
Words fail
of their own account
            To redeem
                   In the
            Of their
binding reality 

Friday, February 3, 2012


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.