Gushing in the Gulf

Gushing in the Gulf



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-----LEAVE THE OIL IN THE SOIL-----------
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--Leave the oil in the soil,-------------
--the land and oceans we did spoil,------
--from pollution we must recoil,---------
--we cannot continue to despoil,---------
--and mix toxins to moil and roil,-------
--for our water will start to boil,------
--then we'll lose all our topsoil,-------
--and all our dreams will uncoil,--------
--while politics continues to embroil,---
--in a mortal economic turmoil,----------
--the corporate takeover we must foil,---
--or we'll be buried in the subsoil,-----
--like a gargoyle with a trefoil,--------
--we'll wait through Nature's toil,------
--as She turns us all into oil.----------

--Leave the oil in the soil,-------------
--or from us, Nature will recoil.--------
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Good/Evil or Good ©/Evil ©

Good/Evil or Good ©/Evil ©

Are the concepts of good and evil properly written as Good/Evil or Good ©/Evil ©?

Good/Evil = they are self-evident truths; natural and real forces that motivate all life.

Good ©/Evil © = they are defined solely by a human social contract; rules of the game of culture.

Jail Cell Blues

(written 08/09)

Jail Cell Blues

I am sorry it was painful for you to come here,
but I am glad you are here.

This is a terrible place.
This is not a place to be alone.
This is a horrible place.
This is not a place for kindness.
This is a hopeless place.
This is not a place for life.
This is a dead place.
This is not a place for us.

Nobody should ever be sent here,
but I am glad you are here.

Now I have a friend.

Suicide

(written 08/09)

Suicide

I stepped off a cliff
just the other day
and I'm still waiting
for gravity
to have it's way.

There's nothing under
my feet
so I walk the moon
as a crowd gathers
frustrated at gravity's
hesitation
to splatter me.

While I'm hanging around
waiting in the sky
I might as well
have a good, old cry
for a life I wasted
and the decision I hasted.

Clown Zombies

(written 08/09)


Clown Zombies

People run around frantic
always in a panic
relationships in a mess
makes life so much less
but 'round and 'round
from frown to frown
everybody's an angry
clown ranting loud
while I ask myself
"Can I get lost in the crowd?" --
put my mind up on the shelf
and zombie walk the games of life
so like water off a duck's back
all the strain and pain rife with strife
roll past without my notice?

Can I?
Can I, please?
Just for a little while
can I forget
me
please, please may I
be
a clown zombie too?

Excuse Me, I Don't Think I Belong Here

(written 08/09)

Excuse Me, I Don't Think I Belong Here

Here I am sitting on a bench
on a walk in the sun
watching empty people
needlessly heedlessly
passing through here to there
in noisome foulness
of metal in motion
belching blue burps
of petroleum smoke
while dandelion fluffs
float effortlessly
on fresh breezes
down from on high.

Were I, could I, may I
find a bench on a walk
in the sun
where dandelion fluffs
float down
from here to there.

You Must Be . . .

(written 08/09)

You Must Be . . .

The green is black as night
in the shadows of tidal sight
where quarks flux in fright
at the sight of lemons in the night.

See picture above
charmed quarks in flight.

Bamboo shoots and frogs
soccer balls and pandas
tic-tac-toe and Rubik's Cube.

What does it all mean?
No human can do all that
so
you must be an alien.

Don't look below!

No More

(written 08/09)

No More
I don't know you
no more

I am you are they is
where I am not

Good intentions blow snot
all plans fizz like
thermite ginger ale

One more time
I am you are they is

I don't know
what you is not
what you think you is
what you really is
but this is what I is
and for me
it is time to bail.

I Am Waiting

(written 07/09)


I Am Waiting
I want to wake up.
I want to go places
I've never seen
and never stop
making love
to the universe
in silver dreams
raining sunshine
in the blue-black
of midnight light.

Sing to me
in your sweet voices
and
soothe my fiery heart
so that
no longer am I fooled
by the edge of
memory's dawn
when the first life
we met
tied a knot that lives
its own entanglement
as it becomes ever more
unyielding
with each new life
as it slowly becomes
Medusa stone
yet still remains
as ever-changingly
misty
as the
floral dance
of rainbows
on glitter-star moon days.

Hunt

(written 07/09)


Hunt

I know you're out there.
I can hear you
thinking.

I know you're out there
as you know I'm here
some
where.

The last twilight gleam
reveals your shadow
as you try to hide
while you seek
me.

I can feel you know me
as you feel my piercing
claws.

I know you can feel me
as I touch your underbelly
softness.

I can smell your fears
as you can smell my insatiable
hungers.

I can taste your questions
as you bleed my relentless
answers.

I hear the flow of blood
as you feel it subside as it
leaves.

I ache with the immortal hunger
of pain
as you suffer its mortal
loss.

I know you're out there.
I hunt you as you hunt
me.

You Got It All Wrong

(written 04/09)

You Got It All Wrong

crumpled paper
old crumpled paper
chicken scratched
all over one side
ramblings of passion
starry eyed and foggy
obviously
puppy love
infatuation
years too late
too fucking late
so
shut down
in anger

whip
your miserable love

starved soul
with pathetic misery
instead of enjoying
a new

friendship
of sunlit

honesty.

For A Friend

(written 05/09)

For A Friend

Snow robed mountains loom afar
for your feet a guiding star
as blue and white streak the breezes
and caress my heart in freezes
but cherry blossoms sing like bells
across petal strewn spring dells
bringing fragrant memories to blind the sight
of a land not within your shadow's night.

Roads

(written 06/09)

Roads
Roads lead in all directions
destinations diverse
homes here and there
new moments promised
around the bend.

Roads always go
somewhere,
except when dead ends,
and even then
dead
is somewhere.

So,
theoretically,
with enough roads,
and I think we have
enough already,
there is a
paradise
for us all
somewhere
down the road
a ways.

Day Zero

(written 06/09)


Day Zero
Today whispered
sweet nothings in my ear
as I longed for the
wispy caresses
of the time
in dream
of futures
past.

Heart Attack

(written 06/09)

Heart Attack
I kiss the future
with bold assurance
that tomorrow comes
and I will be there
will be
be
be there
tomorrow

I will
I say I think I know
I will
be there on the morrow
even though tomorrow
does not kiss back
.

Twelve

(written 06/09)

Twelve

Follows eleven they say,
as they chuckle knowlingly,
having known that next to say
once eleven has been said
it's time for bed
'cause in their head
the future's laid out
to a dozen, evened out
but the cyanide is
there
nevah wazza ten.

Eleven

(written 06/09)

Eleven
Uncertainty is to be welcomed,
for in this horrid existence
where Fate and Destiny vie
for inventive ways for us to die,
there is no greater joy or bliss,
no burning desire
no welcome love
no calamitous ire

more fun

than a bite
of the
Golden Apple

Gorgeous

(written 05/09)

Gorgeous

Beauty,
real
beauty,
is
ever
changing,
always
enjoying
new
ideas
and
laughing
with
life.

Fugly

(written 05/09)

Fugly

I was born ugly
and have carried
the burden for eternity
yet I walk proud
but alone
because people either
turn away from my face
or laugh at
my face
so I walk
sad
for all you beautiful people
who can't see
my Love.

Lost Amid Shades Of Violet

(written 05/09)

Lost Amid Shades Of Violet
Lost amid shades of violet
and purple
longing for emerald green
soothing comfort
under a misty blanket
of blue and white.

Doorways spilling shadows
of indigo
ink
swallowing slices of
logically reasoned reality
clutching frantically
at a crippled normalcy.

Footsteps glow blue
in mocking mirrors
of noontime skies
that beckon
through hallways of
magenta flames
and echoes of ultraviolet
blades.

There's no green in this
nightmare
of gasoline fumes
and acid fogs,
no safety
no calm
no blanket
of green
for my eyes
to sleep.

Pink Duct Tape

(written 05/09)

Pink Duct Tape

I heard the lightning leap across the meadow as it chased the firefly around the dandelion patch and down the streamside path where nobody had ever walked barefoot, and that was the saddest thing the clouds had ever seen except for the time the tin knocker brought pink duct tape to the funeral of his daughter.

What's For Dessert?

(written 05/09)

What's For Dessert?

My name is Coyote,
  Wile E.,
  Super Genius.

I know 57 ways to
  grill
  roadrunner steaks
  and 75 ways to make
  roadrunner stew.

I have several cookbooks
  dedicated
  to roadrunner pasta
  and two for pickled roadrunner
  sweet, dill or sour.

Roadrunner with couscous
  and pine nuts
  is especially tasty.

I had some yesterday,
  in fact.

Oh!
  Didn't I tell you?

I caught him,
  finally,
  and
  cooked that goose.

He was
  delicious:
  worth the wait.

Sanity

(written 05/2009)

Sanity
The brains, the brains!
I hate it when they explode
sending bits of ideas willy-nilly
ricocheting deadly thought shrapnel
into pre-conceived ideas
and faiths
bleeding them internally
and infernally
until mortal deadlock wins out
and tears of hope dash
and sizzle
amid the flames of relentless
whip lashes
that slice and flay the naked
soul
in the awful realization that
reality is never
real.

I Was

I Was

Memorial Day, 2009.
I was there.
I was at a coffee house.
I was with my intimate friends.
I was drinking coffee.
I was eating elephant ears.
I was playing my harp.
I was listening to my friends play my harp.
I was inspired by the poems of my friends.
I was writing poems.
I was reciting my poems.
I was enjoying our corner of the Universe.
I was Being.
I was at the Center of the Universe.
I was.
I.

Memorial Day, 2010.

I am here.
I am in my cabin by a lake.
I am remembering my intimate friends.
I am drinking coffee.
I am hungry.
I am playing my harp.
I am remembering the music of friends.
I am remembering the poetry of friends.
I am remembering my year-old poems.
I am writing this poem.
I am alone with a sleeping cat.
I am tired.
I am nearly finished.
I am lost in my home.
I am.
I.

But once, I was.

40 Years And . . .

(written Memorial Day, 2009)

40 Years And . . .

Helicopter thunder breaks the calm
on Memorial Day, two-thousand nine.
Green hueys burst into view,
as heart pumps in chopper beats
and hands reach for shadows
of weapons and friends
lost forever
in the nights of
Viet Nam,
nineteen sixty-nine.

Breaking the Laws . . . of Physics.

(This is reposted from 7/6/2009 because spammers got at the comment section.)

UQ researchers break the law - of physics

http://www.uq.edu.au/news/?article=18753

Two UQ Science researchers have proved two famous physical laws that have been widely used for the past 25 years do not always work.

Dr Tony Roberts and PhD student Christophe P. Haynes, from the School of Maths and Physics, showed the fractal-Einstein and Alexander-Orbach laws can fail in some instances, and have derived a new law to replace them.

Dr Roberts said this new discovery had implications for predicting material properties; how disease spreads through society; mapping how wild animals forage for food; and improving the internet.

“We demonstrated unequivocally that two 'exact' foundational laws of fractal science, which have been cited over 2000 times in the scientific literature, can fail for a class of fractals,” he said.

“These are the first definitive counter examples to these laws.

“Given that our key equation solves a number of old and new problems, we believe we have discovered a 'missing' equation from fractal physics that will have important implications.”

Dr Roberts said the laws in question were used to describe how particles diffuse in complex environments, which lies at the heart of range of big scientific questions.

“Imagine you have an animal that can search for food in one of two valleys, one narrow, with many side branches, and the other wide, with only a few side tracks,” he said.

“Under the old laws, the probability of the animal locating food in either valley was equal, regardless of which was easier. Intuitively we can see that this just isn't the case.

“But our new law takes into account the differences in the valleys, predicting the time it takes for the animal to find food is significantly longer in the difficult valley.”

Dr Roberts said particles in diffuse in complex environments in much the same way, choosing the easiest path, and so their spread was not uniform, as the old laws predicted.

He said the discovery came from a bit of good fortune and a lot of hard work.

“It's quite rare to turn over widely accepted laws like this, and, as often occurs in science, it came out of curiosity driven research," he said.

"The history of it was that my PhD student had been working on the theory of some networks when he came to me in October last year with calculations which didn't obey this law.

“Around November we confirmed all our results and discovered that we had indeed violated this law, so our mindset changed from checking our work to essentially saying, what's going on here? There must be something new going on here.”

Dr Roberts and Mr Haynes then went back through the 25-year-old derivations of the laws to examine their underlying assumptions.

“We were tearing our hair out because we were staring into the unknown, we were considering behaviour that people hadn't conceived of before,” he said.

“So it took 7 or 8 months to work it into a new law and get it published but it's done.

“It's a really lovely story, I mean I've been doing science for 20 years and I've never been associated with anything like this.”

Dr Roberts said although the new law has direct implications for the properties of materials with fractal structure, the laws of physical networks may help in providing a more accurate mathematical model of the spread of disease.

“Current laws would essentially show that for two places that were equidistant (from Brisbane), so that would be I guess Mackay and Sydney, that the transmission rates would be the same,” he said.

“But our work shows that it's possible for the disease to spread more in particular directions where there are a greater number of connections.

“While you would expect you would get greater disease transfer where there were greater connections, the current laws don't actually show that – ours does.”

The research, titled Generalisation of the fractal Einstein law relating conduction and diffusion on networks, will be published in the July 17 issue of Physical Review Letters. An advance copy will be available on the journal's website on July 14.

Media: Dr Tony Roberts, School of Maths and Physics (07 33653263 or apr@maths.uq.edu.au) or Travis Taylor, Faculty of Science (07 33658598 or t.taylor1@uq.edu.au).

In Any Way

In Any Way

How do people
who have no right
to take their own lives
in any way
give to the state
a right
the state declares
they do not own?

The right to risk one's life

in any way
for a chance to save it
is not
the right to die
but
the right to live.

Those people who break society's laws
in any way
and nullify
the social contract
do not abrogate
their inalienable right to life.

The preservation of the state
is not
in any way
sovereign
over any individual's
inalienable rights.

The formation of a state
or
for that matter
any organization
is always
in every way
subservient
to the individual.

Conversing With Fire

Conversing With Fire

I burned myself
and I was
glad
because the pain
meant
I was still
alive
to feel
a new moment.

And then I thought.

How life is pain
and every movement
shatters
every moment
and how joyously
painful
it must have been
when the universe first
moved.

I Walk The Woods

I Walk The Woods

I spent the day
in moments
after noon
in a tree
on the trails
through the bush
singing the strings with my harp
to
avian tunes and insect drones
visiting
the Great Hemlock
incorrigible old giant in a forest
of new growth
saying "hello"
listening to stories
of tree times old past
and
commenting
on sunbeams across leaves
starfire playing like butterflys
whispering on the breeze from leaf to
leaf
stories of the universe
vast and marvelous
like the delightful arrangements
all around here
of fern, rock, water, moss, air and
tree
and on occasion
amid and atwixt
rubbing my grizzle and plucking
some notes on my strings
in bouts of ponderous thoughts
and waves of sound
rolling down hill
from farm machinery
tilling and toiling at
playing percussion
to the serious reality
the sparkling green calming
alive
in the sing song woods
emotively musical
loving and forgiving
wounded and defending.