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Truth Isn’t Truth

Attorney Giuliani,
concerned about perjury charges,
declares sometimes Truth is not Truth

So I suppose
Fake is not necessarily False
and it’s OK for us to believe
whatever feels most convenient,
given our orthodox requirements
to get through each WinTruth/LoseFalse day.

He might mean partial truth is not full transparent disclosure,
But, then, partial fake is not full false disinformation,
But, in either case,
and both together,
These do not sound like moral True is legal False
nor moral False is Legal True,
which would be a logical
and analogical
and ecological
and biological
and theological
and ethological
and eisegetical
and metaphysical
problem of cognitive legal
and affective moral disconnect issues,
disassociating concern,
anti-contextual chaos,
anti-historical nihilism

Growing cultural vulnerability
to propaganda,
in which partial truth propositions
propose entirely false dispositions,

And partial false dispositions
try to dispose of entirely transparent oppositional truths.

A second amendment case in point.
I saw a picture of a sign defining Infringement
Then confronting matriarchal cooperative witnesses
favoring automated ballistic free zones
for our children’s schools
and for our community centers
and local bars,
post offices,
etc.

The sign fully disclosed the last half
of the second amendment,
…the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.

However, this is the “what”
without disclosing the historically explicit “why”
encoded in the first half of the amendment:
A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state,

This was most articulately
and definitively written
as a State v Federal Rights issue
to avoid bullying behaviors
of plutocratic power-hungry supremacists,
potential federal CEO demi-gods

Who might overcome democracy’s co-empathic trusting potential
by creating climates
in which the wisdom of The People
is clouded by advocates of partial truths
masked as transparent cooperative Trust Truth
and partial fakes
hiding vulnerable false dispositions
to not inquire too deeply
about original historical intent
for full healthy-wealth disclosures
of happy democratic wellbeing.

False propagated dispositions
trying to dispose of infrangible
not infringe-able
contextual historical truths
of original public health-intentional record.

 

 

 

 

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Faith’s Rational Advent

I have no rational faith
that I can think of
or remember
much less full-will with full-intent comprehend,
of spiritual systems as progenitors
of natural systems

No faith in “God” as ProGenitor of DNA/RNA naturally fractal-syntaxed
systems.

No faith in exhaling purgative decomposition,
reductive pathological Evil and Death analysis of
mindbody experience
without prior appositional, dipolar
healthy wealth of information,
fractal strings of (0) soul dialectic
confluently optimized sensory reception
and responsive experience of healthy regenerative “God” is good
inhalation,
absorption,
eco-consciousness
diastatic Beloved Climaxing Win-Win CoOperative Communication,
mutual-solidarity-subsidiarity reiterative
positive/negative co-gravitational enculturation intent.

I have rational bicameral faith
that we can each and all fully comprehend
co-eco-consciousness
as Positive-Left EgoYang = NotNotNegative-Right EcoYinYin.

Here, in this polymorphic metasystemic mindbody balancing space,
we may discover treasured wealth without walls
of cytosine-biocentric QByte/8-bit reverse hierarchical
+/(-,-) 0-binary, double-bound temporal,
binomial functional
normial fractal
formative eco-political balance ball
octave frequencies
of Earth’s co-gravitational balanced harmonics.

DNA Wisdom leads toward our dual destiny, divinely human.

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Sibling Tree

What will happen next?

she said.

And why.

he asked,

and so it went all day.

“What’s next?” she asked.

“And why?” he said.

 

Let’s climb a tree and learn it home;

safe place to grow a branch for flight

to fly through night and dream all day.

To pretend at work,

not work to play.

 

Why screw around?

Is flight not real?

And working play feels play-full

when trees are true

and branches balance birdnests

floating toward this stringish green-field Earth.

 

I fear what will happen next

she asks.

And why

he says.

and so it goes through life.

“What’s next?” she fears.

“And why?” he fails to reassure.

 

Let’s build a house high as the sky.

We’ll play on clouds and they on us

til vegeburgers rain like cars

too fast to find us

high above this tangled weedish plot.

 

Clouds feel good for rest

but not for forts.

The sun burns clouds like cars burn trees.

Let’s fall beneath a flower pot

and kiss her rooted tendrils

to grow full measured

good and true and real and wondrous

shade trees gracing fertile plots.

 

What will happen next?

she asks.

And why? he asks again.

And so it goes.

What’s next…

Why?…

 

Dedication: To Kerry

7/13/2014

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