The Left Column

Politics for Poets

More bad news from a place where politics are most un-poetic.

Here is a must read interview with a journalist for a Turkish newspaper which was, yesterday, siezed by the Edrogan government.: France 24 interview.

Puts it all into a different prospective. A newspaper siezed. And we are supposed to fold Europe in with that? Why is Turkey still a member of NATO? Why are we?

Tolerance of intolerance is social suicide. Freedom of religion does not mean religions are free to make us their slaves. Clearly the world order is being usurped by people with too much access to free capital, and the European banker enablers want to pretend that it's all good. They probably can capitalize each refugee. What is the equation? How much capital can a central bank generate per citizen? Is that money that they can spend for whatever they want?

If there is a profit to be made from bringing in refugees, and the refugees are paid for by governments, then the governments are forced to issue all of that welfare. That is to be for the common good, the general welfare.

But what ends up happening? Those who live in the welfare funded slums live in slums. And the ones who rent out those slums are usually private individuals or corporations who then are able to make a profit on that, as it should be. But how much profit? And if that encourages slum and drug-haven places? What benefit does that do for the citizens at large, most of whom don't want to be on-the-dole (on-the-dole is a technical term)?

Well, so, we have what seems to be repressive dictatorship in Turkey, and they are being courted by the EU. It's like the EU isn't actually run by Europeans, but by cloud-people, who feed off of the system and the governance and don't really care about the general welfare of people, but live in a bubble all by themselves drinking their elixer of progress and free-for-me-for everism.

Perhaps they court the bully because bullies can seem sexy and dangerous. Yes, total control of a subject population must make some people all flush and engorged with the lust of power. Oh, how they must love it when they are in the heat of it, Turkish men can be very hot-blooded and exciting. That Edrogan must be a real charmer when he's in the room.

Alright, alright, I know. My commentary is getting a little bit ribald. And, by the way, it is Turkish people who are said to be oppressed (as the interview indicates) by the siezing of a private news paper.

And so, as bad as it seems here, it is worse over there. And the Turks are supposedly our allies. Our allies who are opposed to the Russians.

Yes we are living in strange times. Strange times where press repression is covered up, where some in the unelected governance want to say what we can say: and usurp the rights of a Free Press, and the right to be political.

Tolerance of intolerance is social suicide, and thus not tolerance but capitulation.

If there really are people who profiteer off of refugees wouldn't their sense of shame come into force and free them from their capriciousness? Wouldn't they see the horror of such behavior? Wouldn't they want to atone, if they were making windfalls off of the charity of people toward unfortunates?

In any case a Free Press should not be taken for granted. And that is why it is important set up your own social pages, like these here. That way the control you have is the delete button. Not some algorithm generated by a child-minded 'captian' of the false-tocracy of anti-social applications of computer technology used to track and monitor everything everyone says and does and prevent them from real and effective mass communication.

Rise up ye gates, open up ye everlasting doors. Rise up ye voice. Open up ye everlasting gates! Open up your doors of mind. Open up your mind.

Freedom of the Press

March 5, 2016

5:39 PM

could be lyrics for the tune 'hey
boys, is this just noise'

Sing to me
resolution
a solution for pain
of what they did before
what everyone says
we don't want anymore
what they did in vain.

Sing to me
a resolution
happy chant
of peaceful solution
as a prayer
as a prue prayer
sing to me your visions of prayer
where
there
is a solution to every bear (ha ha)
a solution for every bear


My dreams fall down inside, I know
I spirial into to there
where you can't go inside myself in mind
inside my mind where I can go away
your dreams
would be too much
for me.
I'm not wanting to 
copy.
My day is long enough for me.
I don't need any part of yours.
Your dreams
are down inside of you
I know
and you don't want me to go
with you
inside that
danger
heart you keep
in mind with you
you'd sleep better
My youthful friend
was afraid that some might know
what he keeps inside his heart asleep I say
be kind
and pray 
for him
to be aware
of how to know
that his dreams are
good for him to
keep in his heart
we will support 
his cause of hope
as long
as we respect that cause for
each
and all
those saints in training
dreaming of to fly away
Boddhi-satfa
lured back by
the sweet scent of your decay
of heart break
blooming rose gardens of you
infinite worlds
of heart broken opposites
the lover is gone off towards the grass
fields in full flower
sunny Springtime
motor sounds
off through those pines and oaks and
hardwood groves
planted in long ago glee
by who?
it wasn't you or me
Natural Forest
never planted by anyone
but birds and squirills
off in the tree
plotting a better world
plantting for infinity
those trees grow sweet and bloom in Spring
when you walk down through
that forest land, 
a park set aside
some kind of battlement
stone fort
up above a cliff
where kids did smoke
their dooo-bee
puffing out the afternoon
hookie.
That dream was over
long ago
I know this poem has crashed
into a stoners spot
woodland romp
is met with thirst 
you did not come with me
those times
I'd wonder off
towards that lake of knowledge,
over the crest of the sledding hill
down through the mansion groves left alone
and you would have been far behind,
forgotten
never thought of
and lost to my past I regret
I didn't know
how to keep loving you then
could I know to do it now?

Your dreams
are inside your heart and mind for you to find.
I know I could meet you there but you
didn't ever call for me
I loved you true?
what to do?
lover's gone,
he was untrue.
Was that me or was that you?

Down inside that heart of all
we hope to learn.
But as a boy before we did
what kind of bad karma
did we earn?
I give it up for you
you can give it up for me.

How can I tell you now?
40 years have gone away
and never saw you said you saw you knew me
I was gone
longing for that kind of friend forever,
that dream of connected you,
your face
when you would love me back
before
whatever happened happened to you
I do not know
you will not tell
I could not say to hint in song
and go back
to delete the name above, I love you still
I do though
I was mad at you
betraying me.
40 years was a long time for me to see.

recommended reading: The Major Ordeals of the Mind, and the Countless Minor Ones by Henri Michaux; published by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1974

In the 1940's and 1950's in Paris Mr. Michaux explored the breakdown of reason and awareness as it occurs during the delusions induced through deprevation or mental break due to drug-stupper. He did all of this so that you, dear reader, don't ever have to. If you wonder about these things, please, do not do your own experiments. Instead read a book like Mr. Michaux's.

show of hands for who that
love the police!

🖐Love🖑
🖑Cops🖐

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Missing you
tonight
Missing you
while the moon is bright
tonight
tonight
I'll ne'er be blue
when I'm with you.
Missing you
tonight
sound of the forest
and star light
tonight
tonight
while the river is bright
with the Moon reflecting
as rivers of light

Missing you
tonight
Missing you
while the Moon is bright
the forest sways
the river sasheys
the clouds roll in
but they just augment the sight

Missing you
tonight
Missing you
with the moon so bright
tonight
I'll never be blue
I'll never be blue
if I'm with you



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company. 

  

What they claim is good
 for 'the environment' 
   really sucks 
  for the forest.

    
    
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love the police!
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You can't speak in hiroglyphs

even Know-it-all-will-tell-yaa:
When people complaign about the words 
you use often they don't really want to 
hear what you have to say.

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🔨🔨 


ban the hammer
ban the hammer?
is that sarcasm?

calling into question the agenda and the urge?
careful, you might get bad-listed.

When you don't love someone ♥♥
that doesn't mean you hate them
taking care of an old friend
taking care of himself
telling you to leave
you don't go back there
he doesn't want you.

Delete and repeat, delete.

will? Maybe I've not ordered the elements properly. Well that little snippit doesn't work that well but t

 
When you're alone on the train
you aren't really alone
there are all kinds of other people
traveling on that same line,
going in a similar direction,
very many destinations
end of the line.
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Here is today's pretty poem:

  

 silent poems scream
 revenge for pain
 never felt
 get over it


    

when angels and devils are
dancing together
there ain't nothing
you can do about it.
Who can tell which is which?
why do you need to know?
stop cataloging everyone long enough
to join in, and have fun at the dance.
I'm not saying that you have to dance, if you can't
but who says that you can't?
why don't I shut up? 
why aren't I dancing?
too look a fool with you you think I'm scared
as long as everyone keeps it civil
on the dancefloor.
Politics is like a dance floor?

when democrats and republicans are
dancing together . . . 


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 ♥♥?

There's a river
of infinite love
flooding from on high
through the heart of all.

There's a river
of infinite hope
flushing through the gorges
through the heart of all.

Spread your wings and fly away
off into your day
off into your all


🖐🖑
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glossry of what's next
 ♥♥? : 

Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?

Wake up!
wake up and sniff the Buddha

  Praise God!

♥♥ Praise ♥♥ the ♥♥ Lord ♥♥ because ♥♥ He's ♥♥ Wonderful ♥♥ and ♥♥ Awesome ♥♥!!
♥♥ Praise ♥♥ the ♥♥ Lord ♥♥ because ♥♥
♥♥ because ♥♥ He's ♥♥ Wonderful ♥♥
  ♥♥ because ♥♥ He's ♥♥ Wonderful ♥♥
   ♥♥ because ♥♥ He's ♥♥ Wonderful ♥♥
        
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