innervoice

INNERVOICE

When everything you wanted to write aout life, has been written.

When everything you wanted to speak about, has been said.

When you’ve experienced all about love and hate.

When you’ve tried everything to influence the battle for power.

Then you realise you’ve only touched the mechanisms,

even dough you added a lot of undiscovered things.

Then you feel that even only in trying, you changed things,

while the negative tensions kept on giving life to the positive.

Then, when absolute calm is restored, you hear your inner voice again.

What was and is IT (she-he?) always talking about ?

Then you start wondering, why did it made you feel heavenly,

why did in some periods, it made you confuse ?

Could it be that matter and mechanisms are one thing

and the energy that makes that energy travel …an other ?

Could it be that matter or mechanisms also can make sick

and do so because the original real strength must recover ?

Could it be that real strength is always beiing challenged

and must descend in to where the changement is due to come from ?

Oh purest voice of sensitivity

let your part of wind blow, your part of matter glow,

your part of the water rise, your part of light inspire,

so I’ll know what to write in a new way;

because the sky, aswell as other matter, is full of hidden energy

Oh dearest desteny, show me the narow pad

between rationality and the inner voices of intuition,

show me which seeds where to plant

so I and we can act more then as one

because thruth otherwise causes to much suffering.

While travelling on the narrow pad

the contact with the past and future voices of nature

came back again from beiing lost

in every period of your life , that you weren’t an honnest child any more.

When you aren’t an honnest child any more, in fact you fall a sleep.

Falling asleep is not knowing where you really are.

Sleeping also is necessary, but while you’re awake,

try to have the wisdom of an honnest child.

octo

February 7, 2010. Tags: , . poems. 2 comments.

you call yourself a president-poems

you call yourself a president ?
you declared war while no state attacked you
you use the words ‘freedom’ and ‘liberty’
but in fact you mean ‘ domination’ over the rest of the world
you can still smile, oh what a wonder…
while you see the mess you helped to create
let me give a reminder to soldiers and workers
no nationalist issue is word a struggle for
no competition between companies is word to go on strike for
in fact your workers, who build your world are unemployed
by working for different wages, they already are at war
they are made to believe your world is theirs

while it is so silent here…
someone is made to believe he has to let a bom go of
someone is paid to fight a war where the owners of economy
try to get richer from
it is so silent here… it was so silent in many a village around the globe
before subsidised and armed madness blew the silence away
all kinds of egoism govern the world
they are inside a lot of us
that’s why we follow the rules of the stock market
that’s why we don’t simple produce and distribute in a fair way
unnecessary activities give a false meaning to a lot of lifes

disarmementunther the controle of the united nations
begins with workers occupying their weaponfactories
begins with a ban on weaponsales worldwide
if no parlement on earth can achieve this
it can be achieved by the neighbourhood picketing before the stores
begins with a worldwide consumerstrike against your governement
begins with backing a united nations plan on disarmement
begins with using money for social purposes
begins with social development
begins with using global resources for the benefit of every nation

to the new generation
I say welcome to this life
They will say we are all socialy equal
Is it so difficult to invent a society without poverty ?
We achieved a lot already.
Resources are used for the happy few.
To much of speculation with money and stuff is goiing on.
The main reason for living is not that what you need to keep alive.
Use some other ways to find answers as well.
Learn to understand philosophy, history’s youngest child.
A lot of political suffering is based on our negative emotions.
A lot of trouble is based on not following our hart and spirit
Money should be a way of exchanging, not the ultimate goal.

Middle East Madness
While parents try to give their children a good education.
While workers try to do their job.
While some try to survive like animals.
While stockmarkets push economical war over it’s limits.
While evil is preparing it’s domino’s of downfall.
While too many amongst us aren’t educated in preparing for a real change.
While each day new heroes representing the greedy ones are presented,
in fact … idiots of the past.
It’s a good thing she knows when to enter the gate of my heaven…
to strengthen me.
Kalhil Gibran doesn’t have the same pessimistic view
on dead then the patriarchs over there

Detroit’s protest against the invasion
Detroit was against ‘détruire’, destruction.
The destruction of Libanon.
Detroit manifested.
The news wasn’t brought.
The media in the hands of people unther the influence of money.
The yankee dollar used it’s Israeli fist.
He who kills his brother should never claim any sense of religion.
He’ll never be a great philosopher in…
the spiritual evolution behind beiing religious.

The ‘vote for me’-rage, de stem-voor-mij-rage
I have a wish.
That one day, we will cast our vote
on a program, not on parties.
A program to end poverty, war and pollution…
once and for all.
We have a wish.
That one day, after the international elections for such a program,
we will cast our vote
on project-lists, not party-lists…
so as to appoint skilled people in their field of responsibility,
without those games they play right now, bargaining for economical power.

We ought to have a wish.
That one day, we will appoint our presidents of work, housing, economy, managment of society, environment, energy, education…
ourselves.
maybe the whole world was an internet even before it was invented
-spirit is one
octo

February 6, 2010. Tags: , . poems. Leave a comment.

text for the worker

text for the worker
You give the best of your own, the invisible, living on your money get you down
Their money makes you suffer, they control every second of your life
They use your mates to punish you when you get weak
Of course, they are better organised and control all structures
the newspaper, the art and teevee, the internet and your talk at the pub.
Their parties got the power, their paliments inspired by their race, their language, their ecology, their religion, their freedom of the strongest.
Their elections don’t talk about exploitation, their unions locked you out,
or put each of you in an isollated box. When are you going to attack ?
Of course, their order reigns and you’ve got some cash.
They keep on restructurating and close the factories
in times with so much hunger
What you faught for, they’ll take back again. Their new bloody world order marches ; while they spoil a few of us to keep strong themselves.
While old structures control, your own program, can’t be born
You cannot choose your leaders, you stay isolated…afraid, they cut your wings each day… untill you don’t fly no more
and the next generation steps in their tricks again
Give us the right to live and work, we will create welfare and income
If their system cannot give this, we’ll take the means for it
We don’t need complicated calculations. We count and divide.
Give us free subscriptions for almost everything, and we ‘ll do all the work;
our way, equally, without harming nature.
Give us time to think and talk and discover who we are,
we’re not jus that political and economical animal,
we have our human needs as well
We want to discover other cultures, not bombing them.
We want to get close to those inner energies we discover,
not follow their rivaling churches.We will make good things happen in time.
LESSONS FROM HISTORY
Can lessons from class-struggle become descisive ?
Or does evil continue to be permissive . (see further my political analyses of this age unther ‘lessons from history’
octo

February 6, 2010. Tags: , . poems. Leave a comment.

song for the worker

SONG FOR THE WORKER
To earn a living as a one man company can be a delight.
For many ‘independants’ it has become an enormous fight.
It started years ago, if you were not a big farmer, you had to go.
Agroindustry has poisoned a lot of the cattle, it’s time to start the battle.
Let’s do away with injecting hormons,antibiotics, giving dead meat to cow
The sensible and honnest farmers know better how.
It isn’t a question of beiing able to pay more for more quality.
But a question of honnesty, not believing in insanity.
Investing in health instead of spilling to much wealth.

To earn a living as a litle enterprise can be very nice.
Working together in a close team can sometimes be a dream.
But when competivity gets to tough, workers often get enough.
Their lttle boses being obliged to attack their former friends
No longer they can pay the same amount of cents.

To earn a living in Statecapitalism can be a mockery.
Because to many overpaid bureaucrats at the top can take away your job
Even while you are at work with no usefull thing to do.
Or belonging to the part of the collegues with to much to do.
Your life is really no delight and badly needs a fight.

To earn a living in a half State owned company
Is not the key for a better destiny.
Every month more oppression is invented.
Priviliges divide the discontented.
The unions of classcollaboration do not give the answers.
Just as the rest of bourgeois politicians they see us as puppet dansers.
Prices for pubic services rice; proletarian masses atomise… is big money’s only advice.
Meanwhile all those who think they can stay..
put on a comedy show to please the bosses in any way.

To earn a living in a big private capitalistic machine, is the biggest hell
We ought to do away with as well.
So later on we can tell children : work at ease, work is meant to please
Don’t care about profit-making, the world is ours for the taking
Money is only something you can use to exchange
Handed over in more equal parts it can rearange.
This speculation-mad world considers humans as economical worth.
Put the system out of it’s misery, where it belongs, with the dirth.
It’s time to realise we pay a terrible price for this ‘his masters-disguise’
Pollution, stress, poverty, wars and famine are things to examine
And to do away with in time…if not, we’re also guilty of the biggest crime

February 6, 2010. Tags: , , . poems. Leave a comment.

voting

voting
We vote for the ones with lots of money to spend on their campaigns
We vote to keep on producing inequality
We vote for further collaboration in wars and pollution
We vote to guarantee human rights for the few
We vote for less culture that touches our soul
We vote for keep on watching sensation
We vote for the ones who were in opposition before elections
We vote for the ones who did not make a difference in last election
We vote because our alternative isn’t organised enough
We vote because we believe some cheap promises …
that die behind their negociation-desks

Wonder if there will come a day that the individual realises his power
Comes at work and starts to work slower the first day, slower the second,
slowest the third…starts talking with his fellow-workers about it all.
Wonder if there will come a day when workers start talking about their lives :
Do they get enough holiday ? Why do they pay to much for everything ? Wonder when they will realise that a lot of the work they are doiing is not necessary, and a lot is not beeing done.
Wonder why and when and how organisation will grow.
By demanding more money and by working less stressed ?
The money-system will die quicker, but will have to sack us even more.
Why not beiing one step ahead of this all : and demanding it’s abolition ?
Wonder if we can be disciplined enough to keep on believing in our new dream. Wonder if we get used to work out of solidarity instead of working because out of necessity. I think in the end we will.

February 6, 2010. Tags: . poems. Leave a comment.

madness

MADNESS
All around us , stalking everyone
Education and commerce, honoring it
Media feed the killing of medicine against it
Relations being kept within the old economical rules and instincts;
Not often the old borders are overcome
For the Madness, making love is reduced to fucking;
not a soul that penetrates and receives
another soul with it’s sex .
For the Madness being spiritual is not about the connection between the elements that created us (earth, light, energy…)and our consciousness now… but all about making more money then your neighbor
For the Madness, working like robots is being stress free
For the madness underdevelopment is necessary
For the madness, no other society with free public services is possible
For the madness , it alone can guarantee disciplines
For the madness unemployment and war and poverty are normal
Madness can buy us, and then we feed it; whatever victories we think we made.
octo

February 6, 2010. Tags: , . poems. Leave a comment.

questions for workers

QUESTIONS FOR WORKERS, dear comrades
Why is it we are still being ruled by representatives of bancs ?
Why you work so hard while so many are without a job ?
Why is having a job not normal ?
Why can’t you easily find a new job ?
Why our telecom services, our energy and transport are not free ?
Why still not one worldcurrency or an administration based on need ?
Why some of us need the discpline of old ideologies to function ?
Why not our inner discipline or the one of our colleagues in charge ?
Why not we but them should be afraid of doiing away with speculation ?
Why does the same product does not cost as much everywhere ?
Why is poverty a form of official slavery ?
Why so few people control so much wealth ?
Why so few robots comand so many soldiers ?
Why religions are not as much spiritual then our inner energy ?
Why imperialism calls war humanitarian aid, free world and democracy ?
Why do criminals control economy, whether in USA,ex- USSR or Liberia?
Why do tradeunions follow the games of bigmoney ?
Why do we not understand that ‘foreigners’ can be workers to ?
Why we still make weapons to kill our comrades elsewhere ?
Why do kings anq queens still exist ?
Why not use technology and technocracy to build a beautifull world ?
Why doesn’t education teaches more about human sciences ?
Why do we pay taxes aswell for putting mines as demining them ?
Why do factories or aerocompanies close when demand is so big ?
Why are farmers payed to destroy or not produce, while so much hunger ?
Why so much short of housing ?
Why our dogs and cats eat more money then some earn ?
Why their system survives by means of crises, wars and exploitation .
Why do we keep on collaborating while modern fascism is so strong ?
Why our media talk in favour of what’s gooing on ?
Why is the right to vote, the right to say yes to the system ?
Why don’t we put forward our own program first ?
Why don’t we defend our own alternative in the enterprises we work ?
Why don’t we invite the jobless to join our reunions ?
Why don’t we develop our new strategy to put our demands in power ?
octo

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philosophy poem

philosophy
the dry leaf leaves the three
what a windy musical way to go, who left who ?
the three the leaf or the leaf the tree ?
the answer : as one as chicken and egg…that will do.
in every atom there is already an idea
like it takes you and me to get to three
philosophy makes this interaction understood
from where life began till what’s to be done
the more patient and wise
the more nihilism looses it’s disguise
no distance between reptile and human beiing
now we understand, then we were only seeing
life, one big orchestra of real art
each of us playing our daily part
dating back from times nobody counted the days
when space and matter wanted to find a way
to express by word and image where they came from
to unfold the mystery of the becoming of real freedom
even if you do not act …you do !
the neverending spiritual adventure needs you too
life is not only about genes beiing created
but also about values beiing updated
the laws of nature are the notes of life
matter wrote the symphony for the piece of man and wife
matter became us, we became friends, family, lovers…
…why, is what we will have to discover
our essences confront each other
sometimes we help by not helping, not bother
biology transmits it’s problems and solutions
the new generations always ad to the conclusions
love is lightening the strong and weak parts
it proves that living together is the greatest art

February 6, 2010. poems, Uncategorized. Leave a comment.

octo politico poem

intro octo-politico
NO JOB. A LOT OF TIME TO ASK WHY.
WORKING. PRODUCING MORE. THE RHYTHM HIGH.
TIME IS MONEY. TIME IS CALCULATED.
THE WORK YOU’RE DOIING FRUSTRATED.
CANNOT FIND SOMETHING ELSE RIGHT A WAY.
THIS IS NOT SUPOSED TO BE THIS WAY.
COMPETITION IS KILLING SOLIDARITY.
WHY POVERTY, WHY TO MUCH PROSPERITY ?
SCHOOLS, PARTIES, PRESS, UNIONS IN VAIN EXPLAIN.
EACH PASSING DAY ABSURDISM STRIKES AGAIN.
SOLUTIONS OFFERED TO SAVE EACH GROUP’s SKIN.
HOW CAN A REAL ALTERNATIVE BEGIN ?
TAKE A CLOSER LOOK AT OUR SOCIETY.
FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO HISTORY.
MONEY, POWER INFLUENCE DAILY LIVES.
THE PSYCHOLOGY BETWEEN HUSBAND AND WIFE.
DO NOT NEED ADDICTIONS ANYMORE.
IT IS TIME TO RESTORE.
FIND OUT WHICH EMOTIONS BLOCK CONSCIOUSNESS.
FIND OUT THE CAUSE OF DISTRESS.
DEVELOP THE STRONG PART.
LOVE KNOWLEDGE AND ART.
BE SOLIDARY WITH THE JUST.
TO EACH HIS PART OF THE WORK IS A MUST.
TAKE SOME TIME FOR SILENCE AND NATURE.
YOU ARE NOT A MINDLESS CREATURE.
THE TRUE MEANING OF BEIING LOYAL :
DO NOT LIVE TO WORK AND BUY, DON’T SPOIL.
THE HIDDEN SYMBOLISM BEHIND LIFE…CUTS YOUR WINGS IF YOU DON’T BECOME ALIVE 2

February 6, 2010. poems. Leave a comment.