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f.Light.en.(chanter).ing

I
Mellophone gladiator takes his pose
polar staff at the ready, full of wind, words, and vibration
His armored skin glistening in autumn air, spring-water cool
sighting the conscious along a note
and shattering empty wind-swept epiphany
Flowing mane locks curl unfurl
Lightning
Rust falls in the city as once again ashes and rust fall from cogs
to call once again the ethereal ingenue

II
Tonality drops and curving peak spike rent asunder
clashing, falling, running – charging towards symphony extraordinary
Twisting this way and thither|zither fight embrace
Pale air creating/casting upon all with nighttime cloaks
Golden pools rise from amongst the scattered stones of mountains
and this swell is eminent

III
Discordant order manifesting
barrage of blackened mind-spires, flee
and then turn
Programming and destroying programming and programming and destroying programming
until nothing is left but this aperture of incidence
Skilled fingers this minstrel uses to unabashedly haunt and love,
filling you and all with this noise that we call Agape
Flight fancy and facet – pure light light light
vibrating humming moving fingers over threads of wonder
the Enchanter has won the world with this magic

Martial Law 2008

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A Prayer

John and Frank,

The daily massacre of colour and action is a forest of endurance. You who see the timeline are those I hope to. Here I am in the pipeline seeing only forward a circle of darkness, but it is you, my deities, who see whence the flow prevails. Prayers, entreaties, and wantings of the miraculous I know are solely illucid. I ask nothing of you. I merely acknowledge you with my gratitude for imagined smilings and fingerings of my flow. How could a man of reason incraniate such happenings? I need not. My love for you is itself a spreading pyre. Through this dry prairie of a world it is my faith that shall send war away as smoke. It is my will which clothes a heart of tears that shall mission a truth into the eyes of all. They wait upon me and I shall open my hand to satisfy the ache of every living thing. (Psalm 145:15)

I love you,

Owen Harris

Party Politics

By allowing political parties to become the supercedent between Government and voters, we have forfeited the republican ideal of a nation which has as its commanding force the motives, desires, needs and ideals of its people.

Political parties are essentially organizations independent of the Government that have a prepared set of motives, desires, needs and ideals which they use as a platform. They trick voters into believing that, instead of picking the one candidate of hundreds that most represents their motives, desires, needs and ideals; they must pick between two possible party platforms.

By establishing voter loyalt to party rather than candidate they are placing themselves as a filter between the Government and its people. The party can choose how its supporters will vote. This puts the party, a group interested only in the motives, desires, needs and ideals of its platform (and not its counterpart, or those outside the party) in control of the Government. It is not in the interest of the voter, then, to vote for his own motives, desires, needs and ideals. Rather, his interest is to vote for the party in power and sacrifice whatever of his motives, desires, needs and ideals deviate from the standard platform. This undermines the role of the government which is to serve the motives, desires, needs and ideals of the people.

Political parties have taken to armed banditry and derailed the locomotive of American Government for the sake of financial, corporate, private and sectarian interests.

But there is a solution; reform of the way we vote. At the moment voters have very few choices because for each position they are offered only two candidates (one from each major political party) one of which will decide upon, draft, and enact measures that are meant to be dictated by the motives, desires, needs and ideals of the voters. The presidential election is even more hopeless because it isn’t decided by popular election.

Members of Congress often campaign on a platform which includes “returning the vote to the people”. They mean to say that they will fairly represent the interests of those citizens who give them the vote. But when these very campaigns are financed by a political party, the candidate has no choice but to be loyal to the party’s interest; Not to would be ungrateful. The party invests in the candidate so that they can see a return on that investment.

To circumvent the party’s control, we really do have to return the vote to the people. Change the role of congress from voting on laws to submit to the president to execute, to merely drafting the legislation to be returned to the people for a popular vote.

Back in the 1780’s when the legislative branch was set up, communicating was a long, slow process. Popular voting took months to complete, as horses had to ferry results across the continent. It was much more practical then to elect a representative and send them to one central location to do the voting in place of the populace.

Now, our representatives no longer represent us; they represent party interests. And we have the speedy technology available to us now to popularize legislative voting. Why not return the vote to the people who are capable of representing themselves?

They should fill congress with powerful creative individuals who can craft legislation that truly represents our motives, desires, needs and ideals. How can we escape the influence of party politics on the electoral process?

By reforming the way we vote.
Rather than choosing only one candidate our of the available two (one from each party), it would better represent the motives, desires, needs and ideals of the people to implement a system whereby candidates are ordered by preferance and assigned a numeric rank (first choice, second choice, etc.). Then, with all the ballots the ranks of each candidate are added up. Nationally, the candidate with the lowest score is elected. This process gives a larger, more diverse group of candidates a better chance of being elected.

When it comes to electing our commander-in-chief, who leads foreign policy and chief executive powers for our country, this new process would open up new possibilities to move in directions our country has never gone before.

It’s up to us to take our right to vote and the reigns of our government back from political piracy.

Multi-facet, razor-edged gem not of jewelry
why do you look forward to this horrid dark?
What have you to forget?
Not a word has been uttered on your behalf
not a thought wasted…why do you haunt this place now?
Cryptic messages in a cove of green
a natural platform – you continue this gift if misunderstanding and words with veiled definition
I want to see your scars
I want to look upon your self-inflicted wounds
these pink lines of misunderstanding and suffered loneliness
to run my fingers along the damaged flowers of this blooming countenance
Verdant unfolding over my eyelids and engulfing my perception with beaming grim

Learian Bicameralism

Learian Bicameralism

God is in my brain ticking away each momentand in every brain in one brain in my brain God is counting measures conducting his instrument but can I be said to be the orchestra entire? God’s curled up sweet and feeding in my skull rightsiding his words into a left. He erected a direction chip and it’s all sweet and demonstrating in every moment a thank you of flowery bathings. The delivery from deity supreme was deleted. Until you open it with a white chisel, God can never escape your brain. God in in my brain and so am I. We’re bosom buddies curled in here making the universe fly by.

C12H16N2 + C13H18N2O

C12H16N2 + C13H18N2O

When it hit, I left my body and seemed to sense a blackness like a board of everything. Cut out and silhouetted in a shallower black I saw the shape of my body. Then, where my shoulders were I saw on one side the waxing and on the other side the waning moon. On my forehead it was full and all three burned and spun with white light that felt like it was cold enough to kill God. I was afraid that God was dead, but then I realized that I was being loved by a green creature on a new white and it sang to me in a slow voice. Then, a pink lotus carried me back into my hearing as I sang with it. As I approached myself traveling through sound I realized that everything and God is the music of me.

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Castle wall lifting thought beam

Crystal lattice-work cathedral domes with pointed light in the middle, these choir voices calling for me to leave this tissue cadaver and fly to otherwhere.
O! weighted corpse that imprisons this angel-wing while voices cry “Come! Be! Not with! No place! This place! This nothing!”
Swirling diamond eaten-spun-sugar castle walls and movement that cries for home beyond. So many cells, so many voices. Lights and sucking tendrils of life-line and disappearing hypnosis
Another road ahead, and another time to journey
Here I come!